The Thirty-Fourth Day

[stalkershiki]

 [Shiki blinks. Then she realizes that she's blinking. Slowly, she moves all of the parts of her body until she accepts that she actually can again. She then runs over and hugs her mannequin. She now knows how it feels. She just spent nearly a month as one, after all.

She then walks over to her journal, which has been open next to her the entire time she was in her mannequin'd state of being, and idly flips to a new page and begins speaking into it.]

So, you know what sucks? Being a mannequin. That's what sucks.

Anyways, um, so I'm pretty sure I was a mannequin for, like, a month or so? I don't know for sure. But, um... how is everyone, I guess? I haven't talked to you guys in a while! I mean, I couldn't, but... Equius! Ted! Barney! Tamaki! Maya! Doctor! Just... everyone! Talk to me? I've missed you~

Oh, and... did I miss anything? I mean, I could hear everything from the journal, but a lot happens all at once, you know?

((ooc: Shiki may be calling out to specific people, but this post is totally open like an open thing! Especially if you want to be the one to tell Shiki that her boyfriend left the castle - she just thinks that she hasn't heard from him in a while. Have fun with her!))

-73- One Of These Nights

[luckyvalentine]

[finally getting around to going through the wreckage that a couple of very certain interlopers left behind, Faye is actually attempting to clean her room. Cigarette butts everywhere--in her plants?!--clothes all wrinkled and rumpled and moved around. All her food is gone, but the wrappers are still there. Her drawers are partially open, there are towels on the floor in the bathroom. If she thought that there was any way that she could actually force either of them at gunpoint to fix it, she'd be doing that right now.

Instead, she flings her journal onto the bed--she's just going to get all new sheets, maybe--and grumbles to herself.

The book catches the sound of other books being shuffled into a pile, things rattling around on a desk as she puts everything back where it belongs...

...and then a gasp.]

No. No, it can't--

[then, the sounds get a little more frantic as she desperately drags open drawers and checks under furniture, shoving junk off of her tables.

Finally, her search ends in a cry of frustration]

--Where is it??

vii λ beach (forward-dated to Thursday)

[assassino]

( Stephanie and Lucrezia )

004 | dictated

[alwaysaquestion]

[She was kicking herself for not noticing sooner. How something so important could have went by unnoticed was impossible for her to understand. Even when she'd gone a few days without hearing from Charlie, she never even suspected that it could be because he'd left. But now she knew, and it was like she let him die all over again.

She opened the journal and when she spoke, her voice trembled slightly.]

Charlie is gone. I just want to let anyone who knew him know.


[ooc: okay so Renee is not in a very good place right now. She'll probably be holing herself up in her room to brood. I encourage the people close to her to come and cheer her up...if they can. >>]

Dictated

[treeshepherd]

[Let it never be said that Treebeard was hasty.  Two weeks after his arrival in the woods near the castle, and he had finally started to consider some of the oddities of the situation.  Today the residents of the castle will be greeted with a rumbling voice musing to himself very, very slowly.]

Very odd.  Most odd.  So many peoples here who do not belong to the old lists.  Many, many long years there has been no need to change them.  Must more lines be added?  

[He trails off, mumbling to himself, and finally begins humming an old chant.]

 Learn now the lore of Living Creatures!
First name the five, the free peoples:
Eldest of all, the elf-children;
Dwarf the delver, dark are his houses;
Ent the earthborn, old as mountains;
Man the mortal, master of horses:
and hungry as hunters, the hobbit children,
the laughing folk, the little people. 

No it does not fit.  So many do not fit in there anywhere.

Mission Twenty

[triela]

( To the women of Paradisa )

010 [written]

[bonniewitch]

Almost Valentine's Day. My first one here.

Tell me Paradisa: what are the odds of the castle not messing with us around that particular day?

Humour me.