[Action/Dictated]

[technohap]

[Henry is still a HAP with a collar and today sitting outside, lying under some trees. He's been out here for a while since he's not a fan of his room right now. He growls a little, talking to himself while his journal is open and he doesn't realise it.]

003 action | dictated

[alwaysaquestion]

[Since the unexpected trip to Paris, Renee has been spending her time split between two modes. The first being her detective mode, which had her visiting the library for hours every day, trying to find something with just a hint of why they'd been brought here or how to escape. These trips usually ended with her face down on the table and large stacks of books surrounding her.

The second mode being her ass kicking mode, which is why every trip to the library ended with her storming off to the gym to beat the crap out of some punching bags and any other assortment of gym equipment. But even that only went so far to diminishing her frustration. She needed to find a sparring partner. Which is the thought that lead her to open her journal.]

Is there anyone up for a spar in the gym? The punching bags just aren't doing it for me today.

[ooc: This is OPEN for anyone who wants to meet up with her in the library or the gym, or answer her over the journal.]

3rd Wrench [Dictated]

[black_dog_bite]

[Yeah, the castle was an impressive castle and all, but it just wasn't Jet's cup of tea. Something about it gave him the creeps.

There were a lot of things about home he missed. Being stationed at that old Martian dock was one of them. Having found an old shack near the lake, Jet decided that this was more to his liking. His room in the castle is vacant for the time being.

He sits on a dock on the lake, nearby the cottage he'd found. Opening his new journal, he speaks, talking to no one in particular, but whoever would be able to give him some information.]

Tell me some more about those pirate ships.

014 ~ [Dictated]

[demontobeloved]

So, it looks as though I missed my Birthday through the castle turning me into a Whitelighter.

Not that it matters. Another year to add onto countless more.

[Added later]

Whoever sent me the cupcake... Thanks. That was kind.

[Dictated]

[treeshepherd]

  [There is a sound halfway between the creak of ancient wood and a sigh.]

Hrooom.

The trees are young, here.  They sing to me, but they do not know much of this world.  Hoom, they remind me of groves I knew long ago.  Ah, the willows of Tasarinan in the Spring.  They were lovely when I walked among them.

Hm, but this is no time for an old Ent's memories.  Come.  Tell me what news you have of this world.

❀ forty-nine unicorn statues for my desk in the empty office

[iamdamnloyal]

[Harmony takes a small breath inward, trying to figure out what to do. His last appointment had left hours ago, but he hadn't come out of his office. It was possible that he didn't come out of his office, because he wasn't in his office. It gave her a sick feeling in her stomach, because as she got closer to the castle, she got an even worse feeling. By the time she got to where his room should be, she had already decided that she wouldn't cry.]

Doctor... [Another small breath, she's not going to cry.]

Doctor Lance Sweets isn't here anymore. [Exhale.] He's probably back in DC helping the FBI or something else amazing.

He helped so many people and I really hope that if you knew him, like I knew him, that you agree with me.

I'm not sure what I'll do with his office in the city. I signed paperwork with him, so I know that it's mine now, but I'm not exactly a psychologist -- but if anyone ever wants to talk, I've been told I'm a pretty good listener. [Sort of.]

I -- [She pauses, trying once more not to get too emotional.]

I can't play piano, like at all, but if anyone wants to come to Caritas tonight, to honor him, I'd like that.

[And with that, Harmony'll pack up her journal and head out to Caritas. She will be drinking... something tonight and trying not to request Wind Beneath My Wings for karaoke.]

(no subject)

[exanimatus]

( galadriel )

( felix )

[and then there's some bored dictation for the rest of the castle.]

Give it another month or so, and I will have been here for four years. While I'll agree that spontaneously losing parts of yourself and being elaborately confined are obnoxious, I'm beginning to think the worst part is how people don't stick around long enough to get anything done. Four years, and so little to show for it.

But now, some former residents are arriving with their previous memories still intact. It's a bit like adding insult to injury, watching the powers-that-be pick and choose who remembers and who has to have things explained to them all over again.

If anyone's thinking [he stops himself mid-sentence and crosses that part out pretty thoroughly. not important.]

Scroll Twenty Three

[huffythedragon]

[Today will find Spike in the library, piles and piles of books about dragons in front of him as he tries to find some answers the castle doesn't seem to want to give him. His journal is open beside him as he dictates into it]

Man, there are no books in the library telling you how to be a dragon. It's all about dragons being evil and stealing princesses and stuff. What is with that? I mean, who'd tie some girl to a stake and say 'oh this'll get rid of the dragon, this is what he wants'. That doesn't make any sense. Nothing here paints dragons in a good picture at all, and I know I'm not the only dragon that doesn't want to stomp around eating people. It sucks.

[Siiiiigh] And I'm gonna have nightmares about this George guy for the rest of my life. Thanks for that, Paradisa.

[Page flip. Silence] Wait. Dragons have a year? What's that about? Are dragons supposed to be doing something special this year or something? Because I don't want to miss out on that.

( Princess Luna )

98.3 - turn it on

[hard_talker]

[tonight's broadcast comes a little early, for the sake of the curious who like their sleep. Mark turns on his record player, and the broadcast picks up the scratch of the needle for a brief moment before Leonard Cohen's voice drifts over the airwaves. After a moment, he turns it down, but not completely off, and speaks over the music:]

So, not much goin' on in the halls of Castle Wonderfuck this week, besides the usual bullshit. The Host Club did their thing down in the ballroom, though yours truly didn't go. There's a poll up on page [this one] of the journal ... if you're bored and have a second, go check it out. We've only got one new guy, this week ... someone named Treebeard. I'll take bets on whether his parents were hippies or not, how 'bout you?

The real news tonight is a little on the self-promoting side. Yours truly, being of completely rational modesty, is holding an open broadcast forum down here in the ballroom! The accoustics are great, so if you're wonderin' how to work that brand-new shiny radio of yours, come on down and I'll show you the basics! And for those of you who know a little bit already, I've hauled down some of the more high-tech stuff you can add on to make things even more fun. So come down and spin some platters with me! Bring your favorite tunes and we'll get this castle up off its collective ass and rockin' out!

[and with that, he'll switch over from vinyl to CDs, and play this little number while he waits for people to show]

((OOC: There will be a specific section up in this post for anyone who wants to come down to the ballroom! Anyone replying over the journals can reply to the post as usual.))

(no subject)

[kamenriderdeno]

[There's a group of young women making quite a fuss in town today, Paradisa, around ten or so all standing around something. Whatever it is, they're giving it their full attention.

So should you find this odd and push passed them, you may find a young man sitting in the middle of all of this commotion, neatly dressed in a black suit, blue shirt and yellow tie, clearly enjoying all of this attention.]

Ah, everyone...I'm so touched by your kindness. Having all of you here really helps cure the pain of my loneliness. After my sister died, I never thought I'd feel the warmth of such kind and gentle souls like yourselves ever again...and yet...here you all are, taking time out of your busy schedules to comfort me.

[The group gives makes a collective, sympathetic sound, each one speaking at once in an attempt to say something comforting.

Urataros, meanwhile, is so pleased he has a bunch of idiots he can sucker with a fake sob story to get so much attention from all these women.

He really, really missed doing things like this.]

[ooc: totally open. approaching women may be hit on without warning cause this guy can never have enough attention.]