❀ Twenty ❀

[petitfours]

[If you're roaming the hallways this fine evening, you might want to watch where you're going, lest you be struck by a stray twirl of a cheap plastic jump rope.]

❀ Wow, I didn't know they made these things out of anything other than rope! I don't think the plastic ones work as w- ❀

[There's a loud shattering sound as his jump rope manages to pull a vase clean off of its table.]

❀ Oops... ❀

((ooc: open post!))

Case 2: Short Stuff

[unnaturalpause]

[The voice coming over the journal today is sounding rather young. He thinks he's figured out the journal, but isn't sure yet so he's sounding a little unsure here.]

So, this place, it's, [rather big] not home, and while I'd like to go home it's all fine if I can't. Not sure, though what's up with it, just, saying. And no idea how I got here. [Because he can do what he wants now without his parents. Yes that's important. And he may or may not be trying to sound brave.]

I would like to know though where someone can get food, because I'm, hungry and well, this room I'm in? I, don't know where the food is. And I can't make it myself.

[Priorities, he has them.]

And well thank you for the help. And well I hope this works.

[And so saying that, after a little while, he's heading out of the room to explore the castle. Hiding behind corners and plants as he sees or hears people come by.]

((OOC: Loss start and open over the journal or action.))

001 || Intro || Dictated

[fromanorphanage]

So this is Hogwarts. I expected it to be grander. Larger. Although, I don't remember getting on the train that was mentioned to me.

Is this a trick? Or I am simply somewhere else?

015 ~ [Action/Dictated]

[demontobeloved]

[Cole is sitting in the lobby, fingering a double-sided knife, frowning.]

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( Filtered to Phoebe Halliwell )

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( Filtered to Agent York )

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( Filtered to Connor and Murphy MacManus )

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[His filters thrown down, Cole leans back in his chair.]

Is there some sort of register I need to sign to say that I have a dangerous weapon?

first design [ dictated / action ]

[arealwoman]

Well since this thing's already decided to announce that I'm here it seems pointless to stay silent on it, although I still don't really know how I feel about the whole thing.

[ If you can hear the sound of chopping in the background? That's because she is. She's making a sandwich ]

I find it hard to believe that I'd be the only one to say this but it's crazy. Magic and castle's that can bring you here? It's not right, although neither is a lot that I've known about but that's slightly different still.

And an even better part than that? I've heard that even worse things can happen, although to whoever told me that's not exactly the kind of thing that you want to hear when you've just been whisked off to some strange place. It's not exactly comforting when you know absolutely nothing about any of this stuff.

And for everyone else here? I don't know how you can handle it. Kids running around and things just happening? It's madder by the minute.

[ There's a pause as Christina thinks, and stops chopping ]

I guess what I want to know is how do you handle it? Especially when this kind of thing just doesn't exist? Because I'm already starting to wonder if I've gone crazy, although I certainly couldn't have come up with anything like this. I hope, anyway.

[ And anyone around? Come find her in the kitchen ]

Treasure 001# Introduction

[youhavebeenflynned]

[Harry opened his eyes and blinked a few times for things to come back into focus. He scanned his surroundings and to his confusion he did not recognize them. He slowly got up from his siting position while taking in the details. It definitely didn't look the chamber in Shambhala. After he had got up he walked across the floor and looked around. He does look rather confused. The journal lies on a nearby bench recording everything but Harry has not seen it yet.]


"Well that's odd..."

((OOC: will do some backtagging next time I'm around))

118.0

[encryptedlock]

[When he speaks, York's voice sounds unusually controlled. There's a clear undertone of anger and frustration, which is very out of the ordinary for the usually cheerful Freelancer.]

Nice job, everyone. A convicted criminal and confirmed murderer gets his most dangerous weapons back and none of you even bothered to protest. Whatever happened to not being sheep, or do you not pay attention to the Monday night radio shows either?

Don't come crying to me when he starts murdering all of your friends, too. See how much your apathy costs you then.

Screw you. All of you. If this is how it's going to be, I'm not staying in this castle one more goddamn minute. Don't bother looking for me.

[Fifth and Eleventh Doctors]

Well. Not you. [He pencils in some coordinates corresponding to somewhere up in the mountains.] If I do come back, and I'm expecting the castle will make me at least once, I'm hoping I can stay with you? And you guys can visit any time.

[/Doctors]

[Amy and Rory]

If you need a safe place to stay besides the TARDIS, let me know.

[/Amy and Rory]

[And with his room locked in a new rotating holographic encryption, the Mongoose gone from the hangar, and the few teleporters he'd scattered around either conspicuously missing or locked in that room, and to all appearances, York is gone.]

vingt-et-un ° written

[signedlefthanded]

Maybe it's because I've never had a significant other, but I honestly do not see the point in Valentine's Day. And people have told me in the future it is far more commercialized. If you truly care about someone, shouldn't you show this at every opportunity and not just one day a year?

I understand everyone likes to feel appreciated, but perhaps I'm too logical in this. I think I would rather something personal. But then I've also never been on a date. I have yet to even consider the psychological aspect of an intimate relationship like that.

Perhaps I shall look into that as well. [Because she needs a break between reading biochem technology books and learning computer code.]

twenty-third

[siebter]

[ Dictated through the journals. ]

I feel like something strange happened a while ago...but I'm not really sure what it was. I remember being able to see, though. 

It's kind of weird, isn't it?  Maybe the castle did something again.  But whatever it was, I'm glad to be back.

dictated

[waterbends]

So the guests we had during the festival -- one of them was Avatar Roku, a.. well, sort of celebrated hero from my world. Maybe - well. It's complicated. But he's still kind of a hero of legend, and I also kind of chickened out while he was here.

.. and I'm not entirely sure why I'm telling the whole castle this, either. [A small puff of irritation.] Just, um. If you have a chance at something here, I guess, don't chicken out and let it get away. I guess. Agh, I'm rambling worse than my brother.

[And, sounding slightly embarrassed, she shuts the journal.]

001. dictated + action

[forehead]

[Laying on the floor in the lobby: one (1) new journal. In front of it? One (1) blue penguin with the number 3 written on her back, staring at it intently. After a while, the penguin flips the journal open, just in time for it to pick up a young girl's voice:]

-doesn't look like the hospital...

[the penguin meanwhile leans in closer as those exact words are written down]

Kyuu...

Hmm? San-chan, what's that? [the young girl makes her way over to the penguin, crouching down next to her] Someone's notebook...? Ah, San-chan, it's not nice to read other people's belongings!

[but the penguin just keeps staring before finally...]

Kyu!

[...it starts attacking the book with its beak, pecking and ripping bits of paper out lightning fast.]

Kyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyukyu!!!

S-San-chan!? S-Stop! You'll ruin it! San-chan!

[and that, Paradisa, is how you managed to get a girl on the floor, arms wrapped around a weird penguin as she tries to stop it from destroying a journal she doesn't even realize yet is hers in the castle lobby.]

17

[wolfuncaged]

[Today, Fenris is trying out his letters. After the...ransom note incident, he's been a lot less keen to write anything down, but he's decided to give it another go. Of course, filtering this to himself or writing it on another piece of paper doesn't occur to him, so the journals get his attempts at writing scrawled all over them]



[He pauses, then tries the letter G a few more times, before giving a frustrated growl and scribbling it out. Fuck you, Letter G. It's at this point that he notices what he's been writing on. Oh. Pretend like it was on purpose, Fenris. Yup. He calmly dictates into the page;]

I have heard there was some kind of...dog creature on the grounds. Does anyone know what became of it? I fear I missed the chance to witness it for myself.

[Mostly because after seeing Andraste wandering around out there, he'd decided it wasn't a good idea to mess around with ghosts] Or if the spirits were here for any reason other than just to stand there.

Forty First Sip

[mal_addict]

[Filtered to Helen, Henry and Tesla]

So. A really funny thing happened today. Do you want to know what the really funny thing is?

James got turned into a small child.

Given the fact I lost the baby the castle gave me under a pile of clothes for about an hour, I really don't think I'm the best qualified person to handle this. Not unless you want me to raise him on a steady diet of coffee and dried beef products.