[Action/Dictated]

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson is taking another day off from working in the clinic, and is deciding to potter about the kitchen.

He's gathering together ingredients and speaking into his journal as he does so.]

So, how many people here know about Scottish cooking? It's not all deep fried stuff and haggis.

[He pauses as he looks around for something]

Oh bloody-!

I swear someone keeps moving stuff around. It's never in the right place...

[There's the sound of cupboard doors opening, rummaging, before there's a yelp of surprise, and an almighty clatter.

And then no response.]

((OOC: Open to the kitchen or over the journals))

Written

[beyondimagining]

I am wondering if anyone here knows anything about engraving.

the ghosts in my machine

[cricketycricket]

( Private )

[York]

Expect company shortly.

[/York]

[today finds the Doctor bringing the TARDIS down to the Peace Patrol headquarters, in search of some paperwork he's been putting off looking at for quite some time now. he parks it in the armory, and strolls into Yuan's office, where he starts going through the shelves and drawers until he finds what he's looking for: a thick, printed and bound manual]

Ah. ... Well, I have to admit, I wasn't expecting something this thorough. ... Well done, Tony.

[then it's back to the armory to figure out how, exactly, to get the Mark 3 armor into the TARDIS. a little ingenuity and some dollies later, he manages it, and it's standing somewhat awkwardly next to the hat rack. business taken care of, he strolls into the prison, and --

oh.

he takes out his journal, cracks it open, and clears his throat]

For anyone still thinking of his well-being or conduct, I'm afraid Mr. Harvey Dent is no longer with us, and therefore his containment no longer a concern.



[now, if none of you fine imprisoned souls have any words for him - which you certainly may! - he'll be taking his that armor out to the mountains to let a certain Freelancer in self-imposed exile teach him how to use it.]

Not what I expected

[waterproofed]

[the journal opens to a young boy groaning as he wakes up still in pain. He looks around, and the environment is unfamiliar. He comes face to face with a giant fish]

Karp. Magi, magikarp.

Hey! Don't eat me. I won't taste any good.


[ooc: sup loss! open for all]

Arrival

[traken_master]

[The Master can't contain a howl, as much as he despises the barbaric impulse, as the Cheetah Planet dissolves around him. Expecting death, he is pleased, but stunned, to find himself in a strange room. Spinning around, he sees only opulence. A huge bed dominates one side of the room, done in tasteful black and green. Bed room furniture is arrayed tastefully around the area, leaving it open, yet cozy.

Growling softly, the Master stalks around, examining his surroundings. He wants to know where he is and how he got here! Coming around to the desk, the Master spies a plain journal laying on top. He opens it, hoping to discover the identity of the room's owner. The journal is strange, done in many different hands. Some of the entries seem to be answering each other! The Master sets the journal down, still open, idly flipping pages.]

What's going on? What is this place?

oo3 ♓

[bubbleglub]

)(----ELLO -EV-ERYON-E!
I )(ope you are all doing V-ERY WOND-ERFOAM!
I am still very glad to be back to normal myself so I am very )(appy!
T)(is is Feferi by t)(e way, and I )(ave a few questions to ask so I )(ope everyone is willing to lead me an ear and a fin.
I was told w)(en I first got )(ere t)(at t)(ere is a KRAK-EN in t)(e lake by a very nice rainbow drinker!
I WANT D---ETAILS!
)(e)(e)(e.
)(as anyone tried befronding it yet? 380
Or maybe just getting a glimpse at it!

And...
Is t)(ere anyway to swim deep into t)(e water for a long time wit)(out gills?
I am curious.

BOT)( AR-E V-ERY S-EARIOUS QU-ESTIONS!

first ★; ( action )

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Kirby wanders through the halls of the castle, feet squeaking on the floor as he explores curiously. This castle doesn't look like Castle Dedede at all! There aren't any of those weird statues or teal walls! His tummy grumbles with an insatiable hunger and the puffball calls out in a high-pitched voice, visibly lost. He hasn't a clue where his friends might be, or even if he was still in Dreamland. ]

Poyo?...

[The journal is being dragged along in his stubby pink hand until he gives up and sits down, the journal next to him and opened. ]