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[webbing]

[ Dictated into the journal (my earlier in the day, you know, when it's still actually the 13th ]

You know, I seriously thought I was going to end up stubbing my toes like half a dozen times tonight, but somehow I've really lucked out today. Didn't so much as scrape a knee.

Speaking of which. What's with the lights out deal? I kind of had to go hang out on the roof all day, and you know it really didn't do a lot to help with the lighting situation. I think now would be a good time to consider investing in backup generators. Just a thought I'm tossing out there.

dictated

[mildcalibrationissue]

--whoah whoah whoah whoah!

[Hiccup sounds mildly panicked. Again. I sincerely hope no one is surprised.]

Uhh - I think I broke the computer Alan let me borrow.

[A pause.]

Odin. [It's spoken like a curse, and then, muttered:] I meant to filter that from him.




Okay, so - um. The screen keeps turning blue. Does anyone know how to fix this? Because, seriously, I'd appreciate it a lot.

[And anyone in the lobby may see him tinkering with said laptop, at a complete loss. When it's not bluescreening, it's filled with popups, because Hiccup of course is the only person in the castle who could infect his machine with spyware without ever connecting to a network.]



[And then, added later:]

( Astrid )

♅ second

[themistress]

[Hi there, Paradisa! When you come down into the lobby this morning, a strange sight awaits you.

All over, there are signs of someone desperately trying to create a... well, a something, in virtually every medium thinkable. Small chunks of the wall are blasted off, where magic was used. Wooden furniture has been carved. There are attempts in paint, all over the floor. There are even large sculptures (ice, clay, cheese), grouped together in the center of the room. Whoever's been doing this seems to have thought that perhaps there's one material which might grant them the leeway to create whatever it is they're trying to create.

Mistress is on her throne (now missing large pieces of itself near the top), very close to the majority of the mayhem, scribbling aborted mark after aborted mark in her journal now. The closest she seems to be able to get is a circle with a line through it, which is clearly making her unhappy. Finally, she dictates:]

I need an artist. Now, if possible.



[ OOC: Open in the lobby or on the journal!

If you want to play with Mistress, and you haven't already done so, please fill out her permissions post! Thank you~ ]

[Dictated] ♐ Equius: Get hooves.

[musclebeast]

[Well that night of complete an utter silliness was fun, actually not at all, it was quite frustrating seeing so many of the castle residents act like complete half-wits, and Equius can't help but merely sigh at all that rambunctiousness. Especially his own kind! What of them are not used to the embrace of the night besides dear Maryam? An utter disgrace. The blue blood sighs to himself as he awakens from his robot pile, not really noticing how much of a trill his sigh has.]

[What he does notice is, though, is how hard it is to stand up, and how scratching his head ends with an unwelcome clop to the skull. He pauses, eyes slimming, he has... a snout? That's, confusing. He steps forward, doing well to not trip on anything as he moves away from the pile of mechanical parts and scraps. The sound of hooves on the hard floor startle him and he looks down, eyes wide at the two yellow hooves under him, mimicking the once yellow fingernails he had before. He looks back, two more hooves, also he is nude... Very nude.]

[But, he's... a hoofbeast. It was okay for hoofbeasts to be nude, right? Oh wonder, oh, oh joy, is, this must be some kind of fluke of a curse! The castle is rewarding him for something for some reason, and he wants to question it but how can he, he is a pony and everything is so beautiful.]

[Quickly he rushes to his journal, almost taking a header into the floor in his excitement and also, inexperience with hooves, and does his best to hoof through the pages before finally starting-- hopefully he can stifle his unbridled joy long enough to even speak.]

Good afternoon, morning... evening, oh fiddlesticks, whatever, I don't care. Neigh [Yes, he totally kind of... neighs right there, how do you control the neighs? They just kind of happen.] ...Nepeta where are you, the most wonderful thing has happened! I command you direct yourself to my quarters at once so I may express my utter delight with you.
[Pause.]

Also, directed to the extensive hoofbeast population that currently resides here in the castle, how exactly does one... use hooves. Neigh.

[OOC: A long needed curse for Equius. He's a pony, like, MLP pony, and he's extremely happy with this change. [HERE] is an image of what he looks like now!]

008 || Backdated to Friday the 13th because fashionably late is where it's at

[common_name]

[When the outside world is gone, what are you left with? When its distractions are nothing but a distant memory, when your senses work a desperate overtime in a futile attempt to fill in the void, what stays? In an unpredictable reality, one that can change or be snuffed out at the drop of a hat, what can be considered a constant?

There's only one thing, what may be the most horrifying above all else to be left alone with, to have no choice but to face. Yourself.

With the lights out, with whispers constantly present in the back of her mind, with suspicions that may or may not be ungrounded gently tugging at her, just the right amount, it's hard for Julia to tell what's real. Maybe she's never really able to tell for certain, but on this day, it's enough to be more than unsettling.

No matter what she does, no matter where she goes, there's always a feeling that there's something just two steps behind her, watching, waiting to make the right move. Images, ones that were just flickers at first, disappearing when she blinked, but had over time become clearer, more lifelike. Her eyes are lying to her. Everything is lying to her. It has to...--

Nevertheless, she's now found herself in the second floor corridor, gun in hand, having set out to search for something. Something that's not really there, but that she can't stop herself from searching for all the same. At the moment the journal chooses to pick up some of this scene, she's taken a pause, her breath coming out in short gasps. Her steady grip on that gun begins to shake.]

It's over. [Her voice is about as steady as her grip; wavering in its best attempts to be firm. For anyone that would happen to also be in the area, it's not clear who or what she's actually talking to. Maybe she's trying to convince herself, make one last attempt to rationalize her way through whatever is going through her mind.] It's over.


[[OOC: Completely wide open :) Journal, hallway, whatever you want!]]

(no subject)

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Del is licking things. All over the castle. Walls, windows, tables, possibly people. Animals, if she can catch them.

She started doing this in Friday the 13th, and has continued on until the 15th or so.]

((ooc: Please feel free to come across her during any of the three days. Or to come across her more than once~))

{ action ; backdated to friday the thirteenth ; open to all )

[effedupthecircle]

[ Have you been around the castle this evening? It sure is creepy. Electricity going off in the daytime is just plain annoying, but then to be submitted to pure darkness? Not to mention the chill in the air. Really, it's probably just smarter for people to stay camped out in their rooms and share ghost stories around a flashlight.

But any who should wander out into the rest of the castle, be it the halls, kitchen, library, or what have you... Well, the silence doesn't help the mood. Of course, that probably means nobody else is around, right? That should be comforting.

Or it would be if something soft hadn't just brushed against your leg. Or you might have suddenly heard something small knocked over too far away to see. Or, there could even be the distinct sound of a light growl coming from...somewhere. It's so hard to tell with the castle's acoustics!

Wherever or whatever it is, there's definitely something stalking you. How do you react? ]