(no subject)

[kamenriderdeno]

[Dictated, kind've obvious he's worried but he's trying to pass it off and keep his cool.]

So, uh, hey. Clearly yer' all bored an' need somethin' to do, so let's ask a question based solely on a, uh, purely hypothetical scenario that hasn't happened...here, involving anyone in 2014...t'promote open discussion 'n shit fer' entertainment value an' whatever.

So, uh, if ya' kinda trip and headbutt someone in the face, an' they've been hypothetically unconscious fer' a week since an' ya' can't wake 'em up, ya' prolly' should'a gotten 'em medical attention...like, urgently, right?

[A second, amused voice chimes in, interrupting.]

Sempai headbutted Ryotaro and he's been knocked out for a week now. He wants to know if this means he's accidentally killed him.

THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT AT ALL!!...uh...I mean, don't mind that guy, he's a liar. He ain't honest.

They could always come up and check for themselves, so you're kind've wasting your time attempting to deny your actions.

Don't say stuff like that! Geez...

Anyway, look, eh, eitherway I'm jus' wonderin'. Nothin' is wrong. Nothin' at all.

002 :: [voice]

[links]

[The journal is picking up the sounds of two teenagers: one Souji Seta and one Yosuke Hanamura.]

This feels like deja vu.

[Yosuke groans at that.] Don't even say it.

[Souji chuckles but does as Yosuke asks. Instead he'll be wandering around the room for a moment, the journal picking up soft footfalls. Was this normal for the castle?]

How do we get out?

With the door like that, I'm thinking we don't.

… Then what do we do?

Wait. If we're lucky it's going to be over in a week or less.

A whole week in this one room?

Yeah. I told you man, it has a stupid sense of humor. At least we can wish for food and stuff to do.

[There's a sound of someone walking forward and then the soft squeak of the bed.]

I guess that's not so bad. I guess this place has a sense of humor.

I don't think there's anything funny about this! But... [a sigh] ...it's done worse. [He's just not going to tell you what that is. And he's definitely not...Going to sit on the bed with him, picking the horrible, red velvet lip shaped bean bag chair...Yeah, he is loving this already]

[He'll just… ignore that pillow.]

Yeah, I suppose it could be worse. [a pause] At least there's no aphrodisiac anywhere.

… Don't eat anything! Or sit near glitter or… …. Just don't move.

….

[There's a long, awkward silence.

Then….]

There's only one bed.

[He hates you more than he has ever hated anything in his life. He's moving into the TV Souji, you can't stop him] ......

You can have it.

…. Okay.

[[ooc; backdated to the 14th for Valentine's Day~]]

043 - Fantaisie Sign

[jammin_with_ed]

[The typing that had been carrying through the journal stops suddenly as Edward realizes what day it is. She slips her goggles up to the top of her head]

Oo-la-la. Two years.

[With that thought, she puts together a little game for CastleNet as her present to the castle.

That being done she decides to start her little spy mission to keep an eye on things at the castle now that York's not there. So she'll be going eeeeverywhere in the castle today, making sure nothing suspicious is happening!]

((OOC: Happy Paraversary to Edward! (And, yes, she's counting the 5 months she was in Paris, what of it? :P It's also my own belated Paraversary (I only missed it by, oh, two weeks... /facepalm. Open over the journal or DEARGODEVERYWHEREINTHECASTLE. Seriously. She can show up wherever the hell you want. Behind the couch, in a closet, behind a door, hanging from a pillar. If you name a place I will give you a grand entrance XD. She's known to get where she's not supposed to, so she might even show up in some poor resident's room if they're not careful.))

Ϟ two.

[incantati]

[ written ]

( ms. hermione granger )

( mr. draco malfoy )

[ dictated ]

( friends and acquaintances )

[ later this afternoon:

it's cold out, but dumbledore has decided that after the past few days, he wants to spend some time outside. he has therefore cleared himself a spot under a tree, spread a blanket and cast some heating charms, and is quietly reading. he obviously needs to be bothered. ]

10 ∆ i solemnly swear that i am dead romantic ; ( dictated )

[toerags]

You know, I'm really unsure whether I should be offended the castle didn't see me fit to pair me up or honoured that it thinks I am doing well in the romance department.

How do my fellow ballroom people feel?

(no subject)

[payback]

[Idly dictated into the journal,]

It never ceases to amaze me with what people get to write, and what gets made into books. Some things just seem downright treasonous, but they still get bound, and bought, and read by lots of people.

I'm a little jealous to be frank. At home it could be pretty tough to get hold of books and things. Some of my friends couldn't even read so having books would have been moot.

[Rin is in the library today, which is not very surprising: the library is a good place to try and find her. Tad the Arcanine is hanging around lolling under tables and in front of chairs as she reads. Just now, she seems to be slipping a book into her carryall: the curious might get enough of a glimpse to see that she's making off with The Anarchist's Cookbook.

Open, of course.]

♈ Aradia: Get your worry on.

[psych0p0mps]

[Sollux]

Hey! Where have you gotten off to? I've been looking everywhere. You're never in your room lately and that is just plain weird!


[a little later, to Feferi]

Feferi, is Sollux over with you? I can't find him and he's not answering my messages. But his nameplate's still on the door. He didn't get turned into something embarrassing, did he?


[... and a little after that, wide open.]

Has anyone seen Sollux? He's a troll, four horns, crazy colored shades.

Welcome to the 4th Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

[Hey, Paradisa! There’s a teenage boy in your lobby. He’s wished up an easel, some canvases, and some paint. Peeta is sitting at the easel, working on something. Propped against walls are paintings he’s done since he’s gotten here. They’re surprisingly detailed and good, and mostly focus on a certain moment in time and on little things.

There’s one where two hands are meeting, one of the hands with blood around the nails. There’s one of a girl leaning over a box, her red hair obscuring her face. Another one has a girl with dark hair in it, and she’s holding a stick out defensively. One is of a handsome man, his face dark and his hand hovering near an untouched piece of cake. Another is of a girl with a fork in her mouth and a little smile on her face. There’s one last one, but it’s thrown off to the side and the paint is still wet. It’s a hand, covered in blood and holding a knife.

Peeta is working on another one. He’s been getting a lot of paintings done, but that made sense. He painted in the day, whenever he was bored, and when the nightmares came. But he wanted to share his work, so he came out to the lobby. His current painting is of a hard, olive-skinned hand holding an arrow in a bow, dirt and blood painted across the hand.

The journal is set up beside him so he can speak to anyone without getting it messy. But, for fun, he dips his finger in green paint and paints a smiley face right on a page of the journal.]

I hope people don’t mind that I’ve painted them.

[ooc: Open over the journals or in person!

To clarify, I will say which paintings are of whom. The hands meeting is Nora. The red hair is Dairine. The dark hair with the stick is Alex. The handsome man is Bucky. The girl with the fork in her mouth is Uru. And you’ll have to ask him about the other two! Also, if your character wants their painting, just ask!]