ℒℒ 39

[luthored]

( Ezio Auditore )

( Lilah Morgan )

( Tess Mercer )

( Ray Stantz & Jet )

( Wesley Wyndam-Pryce )

I'll be honest and say that Friday really lived up to its reputation, didn't it? I heard a lot of people got creeped out, but I didn't hear about anything serious happening. At least I hope that's right.

It would help if people checked in and let me know they're okay.

Losing Ground

[its_worthdoing]

[She only has to wake up to know. All the off Willow feels is confirmed by a cursory look around the room. She doesn't linger.

The lingering hurts more.

From three. To two.

Then one.

Despite all the knowing, she makes the brief walk to the room-that-ever-was.

The words are soft and contained]

Jilly's gone. Jilly's gone home.

[And then, before she can think better of it? Or quadruple doubt herself? She filters someone in particular]


( Billy )

069

[shirtless]

[The journal opens to some barely audible music in the background as Jacob clears his throat.]

Okay! I figure it's time to stop dancing around the issue and start using this thing again. At least all the old embarrassing stuff's gone.

Right. First off. I'm Jacob Black. I used to be in the castle a couple of years ago until it decided it would rather inject some fake memories in me instead. But hey, we all know the castle does some weird stuff, right?

So to set the record straight, I've never even been to Paris before back home. I actually live on an Indian reservation in Washington, if that tells you anything. Also, I'm a better mechanic than I am a salesman, so I'm not really a boat seller, either. I probably wouldn't do so well anyway, seeing as I was so willing to give away my boats to the first group of pirates I met. [chuckling] So that crosses off ever living in Purgatorio from the list, too.

Secondly, a lot has happened in two years, so I'd kind of be really grateful to anyone that wants to fill me in on all the important stuff. Or even the not-so-important stuff. Anything, really. I see the castle remodeled, so that's pretty cool.

Hey, speaking of catching up? What's the year around here now, anyway, 2012? What is up with your music? I asked the castle for some CDs and I'm not so sure that was the best idea. Justin Beiber? Really?

And then there's whatever this is. I guess it's not that bad. I mean, it's catchy, but still, you guys can do better than this. [And he holds the journal closer to his stereo to allow the musical stylings of Selena Gomez to play over the journal.]

Yeahhhhh.


[And as an afterthought...]

( Dr. Carson Beckett )

001

[azuredemonic]

[At first, there's nothing but the sound of a book being quietly opened, and the light flipping of pages. Flip. Flip. Flip. Far too close to one another for any page to be properly read.

And then stops. And after a period of silence, a tired, mirthless couple of chuckles are quickly transcribed and transmitted through the pages]

To think, the denizens of Hell would go to such lengths to receive me. Such lavish furnishings do not fit the Demon Realm. And that does not even broach the subject of this book, the inane little gimmick it is. [Despite his words, there is absolutely no humor in his tone.]

I demand an explanation. If not from the scum that chose to snatch me away, then from those that fill this book with utter nonsense and idiocy. And I will only say this once, and you should be thankful for it.

I am in no mood for games. Think to play one with me, and I will see to it you do not live to regret it.

Don't keep me waiting.

[And the book snaps shut]

117.0

[encryptedlock]

[Backdated slightly to this morning.

York wakes up not only on the floor but in a completely different room than where he was before. There's a moment of panic - it looks entirely too much like something from home to be recognizable as the castle immediately - but as always Delta is there in his mind, reassuring him. Yes, he can still access the CastleNet, and look around a little. This is Noble Six's room.

The question then becomes why is he in Noble Six's room, and how did he get there? And why is his journal mostly blank?]

Hey there, castle. It's me, and I seem to be back to normal now. So. What kind of loss was I on and for how long?

[UNSC filter, sans Maine]

And what the hell is going on with the journals?

(no subject)

[someoneto_carry]

[Dictated very evenly, though it's somber.]

Kaylee and John Marston's gone on home.

Sorry to anyone who knew them.

Case #01 [Accidental dictation]

[cantacquityou]

 [Over the journal system, many may hear of the panic of one utterly confounded prosecutor, faintly pleading for directions.]

 

 

 

 ----tomfoolery?! What do you mean I, 'can't get back'? Why, that's preposterous!

 

You, over there. Please, tell me at once! I...I have a briefing to attend in but ten minutes! What could you possibly --No! I have no time for wanton merrymaking! I must get to the courthouse immediately!

 

Since when did eveyone become so miserly with mere directions? I simply want to know how to -- would you please cease that at once!

 

 

 

[...Someone is definitely new here.]