the ninety-second; try not to think too hard

[gunslinger]

( Felix & Nudge )

( Sylvanas )

005//Glasses Pushes {written}

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

( [Filter to Felix Harrowgate] )

[Jade's eyebrow has grown back, his room is returned to normal, and he's found himself with little to do, seeing as there's nothing specific to do with the Host Club and he'll be waiting to see about that filter soon. So, he's out on the roof testing out some theories as to how to use spells without the use of his voice.

He can generally be found here with little glowing balls of light, occasionally conjuring up a small fireball or spheres of other elements.]

45 years late

[hulloeverything]

( Amy, Rory, Rose Tyler, Aradia, Del, Mark Hunter )

( Lucy Saxon )

( Carolina )

( Lakare )

[Now that that's done, Eleven rests his journal open on his console and flops back into the pilot's seat with a soft sigh]

Hullo everyone. It's been a while since I've heard from some of you so I thought I'd just put out a general inquiry - how are all of you doing? Staying out of trouble? Getting into trouble? Getting out of the trouble you've gotten yourself into? Some combination of all three? [He laughs]

((ooc: open over the journal or in the TARDIS if you're so inclined :D))

Flight 001 ~ [Dictated]

[syndicswillpay]

[Captain John Geary has been here for a few hours. He's gleaned enough information that the journal might be some sort of communications device, so he clears his throat before speaking.]

This is Captain John Geary, Commander of the Alliance Fleet, [A standard opening. If this was some sort of trick, he might as well seem professional.]

I, uh... I have no idea where I am, but if this is some sort of Syndic trick...

[He trails off. This just felt weird.]

Is there anyone from the Alliance out there? Or does anyone know Captains Tanya Desjani and Roberto Duellos?

...And if someone could explain where I am.

[A pause, there, and another throat clearing.]

To the honour of our ancestors. Geary out.

5th Gate

[peacockherald]

[Well, residents. It is time for that question that seems to pop up at least once a month or at least several times a year when a holiday comes around. You all know that question. The question from the poor souls who have no idea what it is all the fuss is about, and not sure they want to know. But being as they don't want to be caught unawares, they ask anyways.]

I have been hearing chatter about this and have read some of it in some quite old entries in the journal, but... What, precisely, is Valentine's Day? 

002 :: Written

[lifeandpride]

Hello? I have been reading some of this book, and I think I understand a bit more of how it works.

Since it appears I may be staying a while, I would like to introduce myself. I am Ukitake Juushirou, and I am pleased to meet you all. I hope to have the good fortune to meet some of you in person as well.

[He stops here a moment, as if to consider what else he should write.]

I have noticed a lot of children and youth here. Is anyone responsible for their well-being?

Things in this journal always seem so lively, so hopefully some of you will be getting back to me shortly.

[short pause]

...or else I have just written something very silly!

( Father Abel Nightroad )

447 ❀

[ino]

( Mark & Nora )

(no subject)

[save_the_souls]

( Friends and Allies )

[Meanwhile if you want to talk to Allen in person, he can be found in the clinic- as he's been spending a lot of his days the past few months. He's hoping that today will prove to be less eventful than yesterday, what with House poisoning a pony and everything- but who knows. Mostly he just seems to be doing odd tasks that get delegated to the rookie. Feel free to bother him]

[OOC: Open post! Filter applies to anyone whose spoken to Allen a few times and are on good terms]

⇒ 56

[whatialways_do]

[Max is bored in her room and she feels like rambling at the journal. Go figure. So this is her, leaning back on her couch with one of her cats resting against her chest as she talks.]

So, here’s what I don’t get.

What’s the big on birthdays, exactly? I mean, back home it was pitched to me as one more thing to celebrate in a miserable world, but it seems like a pretty pointless thing to celebrate. It’s not like I’m Gandhi or I saved the world, or anything like that. I was just born.

[and more to the point, she wasn’t even born, she was built.]

I mean, I’ve been getting by just fine with tacking a year on every time the year changes, and it hasn’t hurt me any. It’s not killing me that I’ve never celebrated it. And what’s the big deal with age, anyway—I’m over twenty one, so I can pretty much do whatever I want, legally speaking.

[not that that would have stopped her much in the first place]

And here it seems even more pointless to pick one. It’s not like we age. I arrived here when I was twenty-one, and I’m gonna look like I’m twenty-one until the castle bounces me home, and it doesn’t matter if I’m twenty-one or fifty. Besides—half the time, people around here don’t seem all that big on celebrating them.

At this point, I’m pretty sure that a birthday is pretty pointless, so why should I bother picking one?

Not a Magic 8 Ball

[waterproofed]

[if anyone is familiar with Percy's voice, they will notice that he sounds younger as he speaks to the journal today]

Hey, book. Do you know where my mom is?

[he shakes it but nothing happens. Next he decides to bang it on his desk. Aside from getting Magikarp agitated, nothing happens]

This thing isn't working!

(no subject)

[mouthiness]

[Deadpool has honestly seen better days. Better days when his costume wasn't dirty and ripped to hell and you couldn't smell him from twenty feet away. He's just going to shuffle over to a couch in the lobby, plopping down on it with a heavy sigh. It takes him a couple of seconds to notice the journal on the floor by his head]

So there you are. Some help you were... And before anyone asks, I don't want to talk about it.


((Open everywhere ahhh I've missed you guys ; ; ))

written; forward dated to much much later in the evening

[allaboutattitude]

Anybody care to give a girl the 411 on this place? Micah, Nana, Damon are any of you out there? Somewhere?

... Well this is probably a long shot but Bob Bishop are you out there? Or Mohinder? This is Monica D. 

I really hope I'm not just writing this to myself... [ the scratched out line is still legible. ]

001 :: [action/voice]

[links]

[ IF you happen to be in the lobby for whatever reason, you might see a confused gray haired boy. He seems a little perplexed though not outwardly startled. If you're in the kitchen you might also see him as he crosses through the doors, poking his head in as he starts to wander around.

If you're in neither place but are taking a look or listen to the journals, you'll here him instead. ]

I don't think this is where the train was suppose to drop me off.

(no subject)

[pacificate]

Teleportation is problematic. Without a guiding mind, the possibility of a gruesome death upon arrival is, for most intents and purposes, certain. Therefore I must be fortune's favorite, unless--

[ The sound of a smile. ]

Gentlemen, ladies. Let's talk, shall we?

[ Adrian waits in the lobby, journal in hand and standing still to keep his purple suit wrinkle-free. ]

035 Points

[disciplines]

( Filter to Cair Paradisa )

[It's sunset now. Alleyne sits at the base of a tree outside the entrance to the castle, journal open next to her, drinking saucer in hand swirling about a dark colored, fruity smelling mixture. She sips from it now and again, sighing, contemplating a bit before finally speaking into the book. Ruu sits on her shoulders, slowly working on eating an apple.]

It's been a year since I showed up here at this castle. If I remember right, this was the very tree I sat in as I arrived, gaining my bearings. Tch, hardly worth celebrating. I should thank you all though for taking me in well enough and supporting me these past months.

[That's the closest you're all getting to some mushy thanks and camaraderie right now. Be grateful.]

That means that accursed holiday that happened not long after I showed up is about to occur again. Valentine's Day. I don't know how you people of Earth put up with such foolishness sometimes, having to celebrate such on a designated day. Shouldn't matters of the heart be left up to the individual? Bah.

[ooc: Happy Paraversary, elf~ Open over journal or in person]

® .089. with some fondness

[banished_dame]

Starting off fresh seems like a good idea. Journals've been cleared up and now I've got most my stuff put where it belongs.

Actually, I was wondering if anyone here remembers Caan? Dalek Caan? Sort'v an odd one. [She's not really sure how to explain him, but she's gonna give it a shot.] Bit like a tiny octopus? Funny, if not bit of a nutter. I was reading back, remembered him holding a sale. Right in the lobby, things he didn't need.

[Rose has a stack of things set aside, a small box of them and she's figuring out a bit of things.]

Then back when I was here before, I had a White Elephant Party, but 'seems everyone just got more of what they didn't need. I was thinking, Caan had the right idea.

So, maybe we have a sale, yeah? Same day he had his, the eleventh -- which is a Saturday, thankfully.

If you've got something you'd like to be rid of, something that maybe you don't need? You can bring it down to the lobby an' see if someone else might want it.

I can help, if you need it, just to sort out what you might not really need.


(ooc: details here)

⊕ .029 caliber

[neverplays]

I have questions about weddings.

I need to know these things.

[Mindy will write them down, her writing is mostly printing and it's trying to be very neat.]

1. What do you wear at a wedding?

2. Do I have to get them a present?

3. Should I know anything else about weddings?

44. Four Word Challenge Post [Take Two]

[thwarting]

[Hope you weren't planning to sleep in this morning, Paradisa, as there's a rather loud and angry exclamation over the journals at around six in the morning.]

BLAST YOU, EVIL CONTRAPTION!

♐ sixtieth shot

[yeahihidmypants]

friends ]

It's getting close to that time of year. Do we all have our plan of action in place?

[He doesn't want to be invited to any spur of the moment weddings... nor does he want to be planning one.]

If you need to be locked up - [he's teasing] I'm sure that can be arranged.

Just, be careful out there. If you need anything on the day, just let me know. I'm staying away from any candy, anything red -- I'm thinking of fasting.

------

( Dick Grayson )

n i n e

[ofkirkwall]

[ The bar is nothing special, she notices boredly, it's as seedy as one can possibly find with it's dank smokey air and that pleasant aroma of stale piss and vomit. It is one of those bars you'd happily skip towards when you're looking to smash a face through a wall before the night is out. The kind of place you expect to be served trouble rather than be served you drink.

Yet it is missing something vitally important, she decides after as scuffle breaks out behind her. She pays it little mind, dragging a finger over the journal with a wistful sigh. ]

I miss the Hanged Man. [ :( ] I miss Varric.

(ooc; so very open! in person and over the journal.)

98.7 - drink with me to days gone by

[hard_talker]

[ten PM, anyone with their radios on will recognize the tune drifting over the journal, just as it has for over a year now. however, for once, Mark lets the song play all the way through to the end ... and once it's done, there's the click of a can opening]

Cheers, Paradisa. You managed to make it an entire week without even trying to build on what I threw at you last week. That takes some real commitment to stagnancy, let me JUST say. Way to set an example for our new kids, Chris, Tom, Harry, Himari, Rhode, Ukitake, Kirby, Kalinda, Adrian, Souji, and John. And hey, first we get the Mistress, now we get some schmuck calling himself the Master. What next? Anyone else wanna step up and say they're God?

Jesus fucking CHRIST. You know what? I know people don't stick around here very long half the time, but I KNOW we've still got a good chunk of people who were around this time last year. I'm not tryin' to open up old wounds, but how many of you even THINK about what happened a year ago? Or even six months ago? Do any of you even give a shit? This time last year, yours truly got a bit of a wake-up call in a lotta ways, and personally, I'm gonna remember it. So whether they're here still, or not, here's to Sam, Sister, Penny, and Kara .... and a super-special tip of the cherry Pepsi to Akihiko, for giving me a punch in the face when I needed it.

You might not still be here, but I remember you. I remember all my listeners who leave.

[he'll let the music play for a little while - two songs' worth - then pipe up idly:]

Oh, and someone's starting up the castle equivalent of a yard sale, so if you've got crap you wanna get rid of, now's probably a good time.

You know. So you can chuck your mementos and have one more reason to forget everything that's happened.

sixteen detention slips

[delincuente]

So didn't this place used to have, like, ten more floors? What ever happened to those?

[Alex is currently in the dining room, with her feet kicked up on the table, a fashion magazine open in her lap, and a bag of marshmallows in front of her. Feel free to chastise her for getting sneaker germs everywhere - or for eating her weight in sugar this close to midnight.]

I leave you guys alone for, like, three months and you totally rearrange the place. Typical.

[A short pause, and then a thoughtful hum.]

Huh, I guess this week makes a year since I got dropped off here for the first time. Kind of feels like a lot longer with that whole Paris crap. [Her voice raises, like she's trying to be overheard.] Anytime you want to toss me back to New York, that'd be great.

((ooc: open post!))