44 - चौवालीस - Debrief

[drugged_chai]

I seemed to have gained a hovering light, it's working remarkably well at my desk actually. I actually just wanted to check if everyone was okay? That creature yesterday seemed quite dangerous.

(no subject)

[childofkrypton]

[For someone who just showed up in a completely different universe, this young voice sounds excited. If someone were to see him, it would look like he’s talking to thin air, not realizing he’s being recorded. Surely Superman’s super hearing can hear him, no matter where he is. Mommy Lois did it before!]

Daddy Clark! Daddy Clark, I’m back, I got out! I don’t know how, but I’m not in the Phantom Zone anymore! I think it’s just me who got back... I don’t see any other rockets or people from there and I made sure to stay away from everybody else.

Uhm... [The slightest bit of worry and hesitation creeps into his tone.] I’m... not sure where I am. I don’t think this is Metropolis... There’s a really big castle and a little town nearby. Mommy Lois said if I ever got lost that I was supposed to stay in one place until you found me so I’m gonna wait here. And don’t worry, I haven’t used any of my powers! I’m keeping them secret ‘cause there are people walking around who can see me if I do.

Oh, I found this really cool book too! It writes down whatever you say! Maybe Mommy Lois can use it for writing her papers or taking notes when she interviews people.

[There are a few moments of silence as he waits for an answer. Then...] Daddy Clark...? You can hear me, right...? [The tone is growing increasingly worried.]

001 - Apostles Creed (Backdated to Sunday morning)

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor clears his throat before speaking. He's still not sure about this whole 'talking through the journal' thing, but he's willing to give it a shot. After another moment's thought his smooth Irish brogue flows through the journal.]

So my brother'n I jus' got 'ere last week 'n we were wonderin' if there was a church here. Even'f there's no one givin' sermons or anythin' like that. We'd jus' like somewhere t'go. Haven't had much've a chance t'explore ourselves, yet, so I figured I'd jus' ask.

((ooc: Open for the journal or anyone who might be in the clinic. Expect threadjacking from Murphy. :D))

ten ► i call it art

[gentleidealist]

( [Duke] )

( [Colette] )

[Lloyd is in town today. Not much of a surprise, since he lives there. He's brought a cute little wagon to carry everything. A shopping cart simply won't do when one is shopping for potted plants and tiny trees, but he also has some high-quality cuts of wood in the back. Of course he has personal projects. Who doesn't?

Feel free to catch him on his way to Rin's flower shop or on the way home.]

the space in between.

[wield]

[ First came denial. She refused to believe he was gone--no, he had to have moved. There was no way he was gone. With the castle changing things up, he had to be around somewhere, a different floor. Maybe into the town? She must have wandered the streets of the town and scanned floors looking for his name plate or a sign of his existence a dozen times before allowing herself to stop in front of where his name once stood. Her brows lowered and her heart raced as she reached for the handle only to open the door into an empty room, and that was all it took. Buffy didn't even bother walking in, peering from beyond the door frame was enough. ]

He's gone. Angel... he's gone.

[ Hours later, her voice, angry, sad, and defeated all in the same, came across the journal. Cold hands were shoved into her coat pockets as she stood on the roof, seemingly staring off into the woods, but to her it was really nothing. She's kind of in her own little world right now, so she probably won't respond via journal. ]

one hundred and seventy-five:

[dreams_in_red]

[today's ink color: red, to match her brand new lantern companion]

What a pretty little lantern.
Do they go away, though? It's followed me into the bath twice.

馨 - 一

[individuates]

I don't even know if this thing is working the way I think it does, but if this is getting through to whoever kidnapped me and brought me here... you clearly have no idea who I am, who you're dealing with and precisely whose wrath you have just provoked, so I'd better enlighten you. You have just provoked not one, but five of the biggest corporations in the country. I've acquaintances who could crush you with their little finger so whatever game you're playing? You'd be best off releasing me and ending it now before you get hurt. No matter what you do, you're only gonna end up being hunted down and taken care of. And when I say 'taken care of', I meant in the worst possible way.

[All of this is written in a pretty big rush, with lots of underlines, double-underlines, triple underlines, capital letters... he's totally venting, here. And the following comes as an afterthought.]

No amount of money is worth losing your faculties, believe me.

Entrée de Journal Soixante-Sept: Pheasant and Cheese and Onion Crisps

[malfoy_purity]

I’m glad that’s over, at least the ghosts are human shaped now and I can get out of this damned room. I even made a pheasant and crisp sandwich to celebrate.

[Chuckles softly]

Oh Ashura, can we try out this new sword you gave me or will it become blunt?

Chwe Deg Pump: Blake's Harlot's and Virgins

[kinky_stopwatch]

( Private )

Is anyone else a fan of Blake or Keats?

[Ianto is sat in the library with a poetry book in his lap, feel free to bother him and break him out of his maudlin mindset]

(no subject)

[dontpatr0nizeme]

( [UNSC filter] )

Agent Maine is getting his armor returned, with certain safeguards in place.  It's been long enough, he has proven to my satisfaction that the Meta has officially left the castle.

Any objections, I'll hear them out, but I doubt they'll change a thing.

♛ 47

[ardor]

[Backdated to Thursday the 26th]

[Initial freak outs and annoyances said and done, Joshua, the traveling prison escapee, now finds himself with another resident trapped some place in the castle. This one's not a resident's room, though. Things just get weirder and weirder.

That, however, was a few hours ago, and now the pair find themselves doing whatever they can to keep occupied. This includes making a sand castle. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, they're trapped in the Four Seasons Room.]

Pass me the blue bucket on your right.

[Slight shifting noises.............. followed by some water droplets on the journal.]

[And a scream. A loud scream.]

[OOC: Wayyy backdated. The post is set for last Thursday when the Seasons Room is a summery beach. There's going to be two sections, one for Thursday and one for Friday, which will have snow. Unlike the other loss posts, this one allows for visitors because the room is public.]

one string (action)

[violin_vagabond]

...this certainly isn't the Town Hall.

[A young man, roughly in his early twenties, has just wandered into the lobby. For all intents and purposes, it looks as though he's come in from outdoors like any normal person would, but in reality, he has opened the door to the Town Hall of a small farming village, walked through it, and entered a castle.]

I suppose I won't be playing the Music Festival after all. Hm.

[He shrugs, stops in the middle of the lobby, and--after adjusting and preparing and tuning for a moment--starts to play his violin here in the castle instead.]

ℒℒ 40

[luthored]

( Dick Grayson )

( Damian Wayne )

( Clark Kent )

[ Okay forget it, she's crossing out that filter and giving up on it. Not ready yet! DIAF Clark Kent. ]

( filter; FRIENDS )

[ dictated; and acquaintances count too of course! ]

I have some news that's ridiculously unimportant in the big scheme of Paradisa Announcements, but it's been enough years that I think I can be happy to say that I got a promotion!

I won't bore anyone with the details of why [ because they involve a death that happened awhile back and that's just a debbie downer ] but I've been acting as temporary assistant-manager at the restaurant for awhile now, and they were supposed to find a replacement. But the acting manager admitted to not wanting to be in that position, since they had originally just been assisting.

So I'm now officially the manager of Il Cappricio. ...Like I said, it's not a big deal, but I'm celebrating anyway. If anyone wants to come by the restaurant tonight, drinks are on me. I'll be here late finishing up the paperwork, anyway.

two; dictated

[totesadorkabull]

[This one is dictated, and there are soft sounds in the background, behind the hesitant voice.]

I was, um, wondering, about games. I enjoyed games at home, very much. But here, there aren't very many trolls, so people wouldn't know the games I know. So I, that is...

What kinds of games, do you like to play? If you don't mind, me asking a question like that. I would like to learn, some new ones, and make some new friends, maybe.

(no subject)

[shinybaldhead]

[LOCKED from Vivian:]

So - say I'm looking for a nice restaurant in town. Anyone got suggestions?

[And this. May or may not have anything to do with Valentine's Day. :T]