third smiting ⇝ written/action

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[Don't mind Cas, he's just wetting his pallet at the Lux. He's had a hard week. He hates walking everywhere and is finally disenchanted by the castle. Feel free to bug him.]

( and written: )

(no subject)

[kalinda]

[It's a corridor she turns, and a much different one at that.

Gone are the lawyers who were once celebrating a victory and gone were the familiar corridors of a bustling office-- unless they've seriously remodeled.

Great.]

...and me without a weapon. [A very soft, albeit a very annoyed sigh.]

I wish I had my bat. At least a weapon designed to bludgeon would match the setti--

[And on cue, there's a baseball bat clattering to the stone floor.

Kalinda allows for ten complete seconds to stare at the damn thing before looking around and tentatively picking it up.]

This works.

_{(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN. In person, through the journal, around the corner, on the ceiling, behind a door, under the rug... Just don't make her hit you!)}

Dictated; Open to Action for Kitchen

[modernholmes]

 [Today Conan is in the kitchen.  He's at the table, slightly smug at his victory over acquiring a full mug of black coffee with no adults in the room to object.  As he waits for it to cool slightly he opens his journal and begins to dictate out a few messages.]

( Vivi )

( Detective Boys and any kids who want to join )

( Sherlock )

( Haibara )

Ne, ne!  I've been wondering something.  What kinds of detectives do you have at home?  It would be interesting to compare, don't you think?

[And with his messages taken care of Conan goes to take his first sip of coffee.  And immediately spits it out in disgust.  The expression of distaste on his face only grows as he identifies exactly what his coffee had tasted like.]

Vermouth?

(no subject)

[rarities]

[if you happen to pass through the lobby, you might notice something a little different this morning. like maybe ... a fancy lounging couch has been wished up in the middle of the room?

... and there's a pony laying on it, in what appears to be a very elegant ... silk bathrobe.

that pony might also be using magic to keep the journal hovering in the air in front of her while she flips through it. she'll be letting out a little blissful sigh]

There really is nothing like silk pajamas on a Sunday morning, is there?

[ooc: so very very open B)]

09-Wings [action/dictated;]

[heal_theworld]

[After a few hours, Martel has realized she's one, trapped in the lobby, and two, her wings have appeared and won't retract. So she's stuck with sitting in the lobby on the couch, with her pink mana wings. Obviously this is a loss, and obviously someone is going to walk by and notice. So she'll deal with it as it comes up. But, she's also hungry, and can't even get out of the lobby to the kitchen.]

Ah, could anyone bring me some food? I seem to be on a loss, and I'm stuck in the lobby.

[ooc: Loss start! This can be action or over the journal.]

it resulted in eighteen blackouts

[notjamesbond]

[Why, hello Paradisa! Why, what a beautiful day! The sun is shining, the birds outside are singing, somewhere a very disagreeable doctor is drugging a hyperactive pony, and overall it seems like a wonderful day to go out and seize the day.]

[Not for Newton Pulsifer. Because currently, he's falling out a window.]

[How in the world did this travesty happen? Well, because Newt can be sort of a klutz sometimes. Especially without those large coke-bottle glasses of his, which he just accidentally dropped out the window because he made the very stupid decision to clean his glasses while he was standing next to it. When he dropped them , he lunged, and he fell over the balcony, and that is how one Newton Pulsifer came to fall out of a window.]

[But the castle had other plans! For as his life is flashing through his eyes (oh, that's where he put that school textbook in third grade), there's a loud ripping sound, and two white wings come bursting out of his back, billowing wide behind him.]

[Unfortunately, this reaction was a few seconds too late, and decidedly rather useless in the end.]

[So, now there is now a large white-feathered heap of a person underneath one of the windows outside, swearing loudly in very colorful British terms that can be heard all around the castle, as his journal has fallen open by his side.]

What in the BLOODY HELL?!?

[Do you dare to find out what went wrong, Paradisans? Because it looks like you might have a very grumpy angel on your hands.]

[ooc: Loss start! Come and bother angelized Newt over here. :D]

Seventeenth Party

[elementoflol]

[Pinkie had received a special gift from the castle at Christmas - unfortunately, said gift had spent most of the last month under her bed, being too shy to come into the castle populace at large.

In order to try and remedy this and show Gummy that there was no need for fear, Pinkie had (logically...) decided to dress herself in an alligator costume as encouragement. Anyone walking through the lobby today would see the peculiar sight of a small pink pony dressed in a green costume, with a small (and slightly dopey looking) baby alligator stood by her side.]

See, Gummy? The lobby is a super fun place for alligators to alligate!

thirty-first phase [ dictated ]

[walkinthruwalls]

[ 18's and under ]
I did this once a while back but it's been a while. Is anyone up for group bowling? Maybe next week or something?

And in case we haven't met before, hi, I'm Kitty.

[ Bonnie ]
I'm having movie night with Nora, you should come along.

performance no.3

[joining]

[Today, the twins are holed up in their room, buried under a blanket to stay warm, and busy writing on opposing pages of the journal.

Both pages are topped with the same phrase. The words on the left are written in red crayon; those on the right are in blue ink.]

THINGS I WANT TO DO

*Lern how to cook more than eggs and toste
*Get a pet like mabe a snail
*Find out what Valentine's Day is
*Make a new freind
*Get soem new hairbows

Things I Want To Do

-Visit the library more.
-Find a hobby besides reading.
-Learn to swim.
-Teach Rin how to spell.

[When she's done with her list, Rin speaks into the journal.]

If anybody out there can help me and my brother with our to-do lists please tell us!!

Scroll Twenty Four

[huffythedragon]

[Filtered to the Equestrians]

[Sup, guys, have a breathless panicked dragon yammering at you down the journal]

GUYS!!!! PINKIE!!! VITAMINS!!! TOO MANY!!! POISON!!! CLINIC!!! HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!