22 Scented Candles

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe sighs happily as the theme music plays from the TV. She pats Felix on the knee before picking up the box set and looking dreamily at the cover]

You know, I used to dream that I could live like they do. Completely free to do whatever I wanted. It’s part of why I wanted to become a columnist, you know. To be able to give people advice and help shed a little light on things.

[Felix makes a slight face at her at the contact but lets it go]

And what’s stopping you now, other than the meddling of a castle with, among other things, the absolute crudest idea of what romance is?

[Phoebe notices the journal laying open on the table and smirks at Felix. She picks it up, drawing it closer]

You know. You’re right. We should give some advice to everyone else trapped in the Hallmark nightmare that our rooms have become.

[He laughed lightly] Not setting the tacky paper hearts on fire might be a good start.

Hmmm. That’s a good one. Besides, it might smoke them out if they’re one of the lucky pairs who lost their windows. [She laughs]

Oh, but think of the beautifully romantic glow they’d give off in the dark as they burst into flame. Though, really, I’d recommend candles for that.

Oh! Especially with the dim lighting from only having a couple of light bulbs! Of course, if you ask me. I’d rather an open flame - whether from a candle... or a burning paper heart. [She winks at Felix]

[He grins back at her. He can’t really help it. It’s absolutely terrible of them to be mocking everyone else, but dammit, it makes him feel better]

Unless you’re lucky enough to have a fireplace in your room - which I recommend, by the way. It’s very cozy. Or you could curl up in front of the glow of your television, if that’s more to your liking.

[She returns that grin. Normally she’s not one to mock people who aren’t her sisters but this was just too damn funny not to] Did you know that they have TV channels around Christmastime back home that show nothing but a burning fireplace? It’s a good alternative if you’re... well... lazy and lacking on the romance front.

That shouldn’t be too hard right now, what with being utterly inundated with all this romance. I hope you all aren’t wasting this. Honestly, I’m sure half the castle could use the...calming benefits. [Translation: Ya’ll need to get laid] To that effect, putting some of these excess rose petals in your bathwater is very relaxing. [Oops, was that actual advice?]

Mmm. Just remember boys and girls. If the planets align and you decide to take advantage of the ambiance - use protection. We may be in a magic castle but, well, you never know, right? [She giggles a little awkwardly. Did she really just announce that... to everyone. Oooh Felix you’re a bad influence on her.]

[He’s a bad influence on anyone he’s around for more than five minutes. However there is a slight pause after that. Felix is giving her a bemused smile, but it’s attached to a raised eyebrow] …Protection against what, exactly? The only time I’ve seen any progeny around here, it’s been the castle’s doing.

((OOC: Phoebe and Felix are giving their own flavor of PSA for the masses during this Valentines Day mess. Open over the journals... obviously... :P))

seventeen detention slips

[delincuente]

[Waking up at 7:00 AM is one kind of irritating. Waking up at 7:00 AM to find a strange man in your bed and the door to your bedroom magically locked? An entirely different sort of irritating.

There's only one thing to do in a time like this: draw a Sharpie mustache on his face.]

So did anyone else wake up with a random dude in their bed, or is it just me?

[She leans over the bed with the marker in one hand as she dictates this, attempting to get a good angle for some prime mustache drawing.]

¤ 34 - Be My Valentine

[honorinflames]

[he had already been on his way back to his room when midnight hits, so finding himself suddenly teleported the rest of the way is a little annoying. Then, finding the whole place decked out in the castle's favorite brand of obnoxious heart motif is pretty annoying.

...But, realizing that his bed, decorations, and objects from home have all been changed to match the hideous decor--that is downright infuriating. His uncle's teapot is pink, there is a heart instead of iconic flame on the banner on the wall, and his bed... is that lace??]

--What happened to my room?!

[he hasn't even noticed the fact that he also has a guest, yet]

((ooc: backdated to the morning of the 11th! open over the journal, of course))

the ninety-third; love is the law—love under will.

[gunslinger]

( Female Friends )

Jeez, romance is all well and good, but...it's not exactly romantic when you're being locked up like an animal in a lab with random strangers. Hope everybody's finding practical ways to keep from going crazy.

Still not sure if this is better or worse than the kissing. It's all damned ridiculous.

Case 4

[unnaturalpause]

[Maladict]

So I see you have found yourself trapped with Nikola, how have you two faired?

[Nikola Tesla]

Nikola, may I ask as to what you have been, doing these last few days?

((ooc: just a quick post, I'll do a more open one later))

Syntax Error 08

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine is sitting in a beanbag chair, skimming through the journal. She’s actually enjoyed this event so far, once she got over being locked in. Hey, it’s no worse than being locked out, right? And at least she isn’t being humiliated this time.

Which reminds her… Probably time to check up on the rest of her friends. So Dairine takes out a pen and scribbles down a filter.]

[ Filtered to people I know ]

Hey guys! How've you been? Everyone still in one piece?

I’m stuck in the ballroom with a bunch of people, in case you're wondering. [Some of you might even be here.] Don't worry -- I'm fine. In fact, things are going pretty good over here.

((OCC: Backdated to this afternoon. Open to anyone she’s talked to before or those in the ballroom.))

Nepeta: Panic.

[rogueofheart]

[A soft THUD can be heard as the journal falls opens on two unsuspecting trolls, immediately picking up their voices.]

Vwiskers, no!

Wh-what is this?!

It's nothing! Pay no attention to the drawings behind the curtain!

What... I... No, seriously! What the fuck! [She pauses, and allows for a gasp.] IS THAT ME?!

Avert your eyes! [And there's shuffling as Nepeta attempts to leap toward Vriska and cover her eyes.]

Aaaaaaaa-- [There's the sound of a spidery troll's screaming as she promptly falls over with yet another THUD.]


(ooc: gr33n is nepeta, and 8lue is vriska! :::;33)

There are 214 bones in the human skeleton

[onlyanapple]

[At first, Crowley wondered if the whole stupid castle thing was over. But no, his room was still...stupid and all the bitching and whining over the journals was still going on. Then, he wondered if perhaps the angel had found a way out. But no. He wouldn't of just gone out and left him there. Which left only one possible conclusion.

Fuck.

Maybe this was the castle's idea of a sick, sad joke. He'd complained the last time Aziraphale left that he'd seen little of the angel before he was sent home. Now the opposite was true, Aziraphale had been the only being he'd seen for the last three days.

Very funny, Paradisa. Har. Har. Shitface.

After a while, he opens his journal to write a message, not trusting his voice to give away the fact that he did, indeed, have a heart and on occasion it was prone to break]

Aziraphale's gone home.

[Three little words, and that's all Paradisa will hear from Crowley for the day. He shuts his journal, deciding to drown his sorrows in alcohol. Knowing, at least for today, he won't be disturbed by people barging in to try and make him feel better. For once the castle would let him grieve for his lost friend (because, despite what Crowley would say to the contrary, that was what Aziraphale was) in solitude]

Forty Second Sip

[mal_addict]

[Maladict is distinctly unimpressed about being locked in a room. Okay, so being locked in a room with Tesla does make it marginally more bearable, but that's besides the point. She would very much prefer to deal with her romantic pursuits in her own way, thank you very much.

So, she's currently lying on the stupid, ugly heart shaped bed, seeing how far she can launch candy hearts across the room. Her journal is open beside her, to capture her annoyed tone]

Call me crazy, but I think this place is getting less and less subtle every year. It's a little disconcerting, to be honest. Having a building this invested in getting me laid.

written

[hostess]

[And early on the 14th--]

Suoh Tamaki has returned home again. Maybe he'll be lucky and find a way to keep himself from being sucked back in again.

[Filtered to the Host Club]

Do you mind if we skip the club meeting, just this month? I'm a little tired from all of the Valentines Day things the castle forced on us.

[Kallen]

Do you want to see a movie with me?

1 whip

[chastise]

[If anyone's been feeling like all they need to do at the stroke of midnight, after being cooped up for three days is to wander around, and happen to make their way into the lobby they're going to notice a brand new arrival.

A very wet, very scarcely dressed in one deep blue housecoat, new arrival. There's a smile playing about her lips as she touches the fingers of her right hand to the wall curiously. 100% solid beneath her fingers]

Oh, that's interesting...

fourteenth examination [ dictated ]

[longaevus]

[ James Watson ]
How are you feeling?

[ Nikola Tesla ]
[ She cannot believe that she is doing this ]

Nikola, may I ask something?

[ Helen's friends ]
[ Because after that she needs a little sanity ]

How are you all faring?