nadû tukku | [dictated]

[demonologist]

[This message is not sent until the morning of the 15th]

[Filtered to all friends excluding Fred, Cordelia and Harmony.]

Fred, Harmony and Cordelia appear to be experiencing a temporary loss. Approach with extreme caution. They are currently possessing magical powers and may wish to-- err, sleep with anyone who is male and deemed worthy of their attention.

I'm stuck in the kitchen right now, but perhaps there's some way we can corral them somewhere?

(no subject)

[scourgeof8seas]

A question of the other trolls here -- what do you know of the re8ellions of Alternia's history?
As I understand it most you are from the future in my perspective. I am simply curious to know how the wigglers of tomorrow see the strife of my time.

[Let's just say somebody has been getting a little antsy without her future-telling cueball on hand.]

001 [Dictated; Action]

[frakandfight]

[ The sound of rustling sheets, as if someone is frantically flipping through the journal. Kara is currently trying to figure out exactly how her journal works. It looks like a typical paper journal, right on down to its octagonal shape. But there was clearly more to it than that--it seemed to be a communication device. ]

Galactica, this is Starbuck.

[ She didn't expect it to work. Here she was, in some sort of fancypants room in some fancypants castle out of a children's book, on a planet with star constellations she couldn't recognize. Even if this book could broadcast anything she said...but she still had to try...just in case. Although it probably wouldn't to the right people toasters; but her surroundings were entirely too...foreign to be Cylon. Right? ]

Galactica, this is Starbuck. Confirm.

I blacked out. I was unable to shoot down the bogey. The storm it...[ should have destroyed her Viper. ] Look, I don't know where the hell I am, or where my Viper is, or how the frak I even got here. But I am ali--

[ She stopped right there, unable to continue. Was she alive? Could she say for sure? "I'll see you on the other side", she had said to Lee. Was this then...? ]

[Sigh. ] Well frak me...

the time has come to say fair's fair

[cricketycricket]

[Filtered to Peace Patrol, Acknowledged Allies, and Those Who Have the Residents' Best Interests & Safety in Mind]

Hello, everyone. I shan't beat about the bush, as I don't want to take up too much of your time, but I feel we're far overdue for a meeting of the Peace Patrol. Those hapshod rudimentary rules that have been hanging in the lobby need discussion, for one ... and there's the matter of our two remaining prisoners, and Joshua Christopher.

Also, I've had a few inquiries into membership, so that will likely be on the agenda, as well as any new arrivals who've been deemed potential troublemakers. I'd like to tentatively set the meeting date for this coming Monday, at around one in the afternoon. That should give us all ample time to prepare whatever we might care to.

Thank you for your time.

[/Filter]

[he looks at that for a while, then sighs, softly, and scribbles in another filter]

[York & Delta]

Just checking in. How are you?

[Dictated]

[modernholmes]

 For once I have to admit that this is a loss I don't mind.  I wonder if there is a way to keep the magnifying glass.

Ah!  I also had a question for the people who have been here a long time.  What does it mean when a second name appears on a room's nameplate?  [He was hoping it didn't mean what he thought it did.  Much as he liked Hattori, becoming  roommates with him was not something he looked forward to.]


[ooc: This is the start of the Holmesian costume loss.  Feel free to jump in and have fun with it.]

➹.24

[ex_avenged224]

[This evening, Alleria is bundled up in her winter clothes as she tromps through the deep snow around the grounds. Her winter clothes are basically the same as the form-fitting green things she usually wears, except now there is a thicker shirt under her breastplate and she has switched out her usual cowl for one that is lined in fur.

She is quiet as she moves through the grounds, a sword at her hip and a longbow slung across her back. Whether she's patrolling or just taking a walk isn't all that clear, and the elf herself probably doesn't even know.

Eventually, she comes upon a tall tree and pauses to lean her hand against it for a moment, eyes closed. The trees in this place are still trees. At times Alleria is unsure if this place is true reality, but when she touches a tree -- her doubts waver.

With a sigh, she takes her journal out of the satchel at her side and flips it open to dictate.]

The lack of fauna in this place is never more apparent than in winter.

Though I do wonder if this is common to all places with winter -- I know the animals in these places hibernate, so I imagine the world must be nearly as quiet as this anyway.

[She pauses for a moment, thinking, a quiet hum picking up on the pages.]

No -- I imagine even winter is not as quiet as it is here. I have been to many different lands in my years, and none even compare to this place. How you all are not forever on edge by the unnatural qualities of the seasons here, I'll never know.

[ooc. open in person or over the journal! she's just walking around, nowhere in particular]

26th Death

[twisted_baroque]

( Private )

[Action/Dictated] ~ Working too hard...

[atadiscoverer]

[There's a familiar sight in the clinic.

This is one Dr. Carson Beckett, sat at his desk, notepad and journal open. There is one distinct difference to the norm, however...

And that is that Carson is asleep. Fast asleep. Anyone with their journals open will hear a very light snoring sound.]

((OOC: Open to all, in the clinic or over the journals. He should be easy to wake up!))

Mission 007 ~ [Dictated] - Forwarded to Midnight on the 18th

[noblefive]

[Have a loud clanking echoing over the journals, Paradisa. It sounds like someone's hefting large lumps of metal about.

Then, a gruff voice sounds]

Well, it's about damned time.

[That voice is a certain SPARTAN-II who has realaised he can now put his armour back on.]

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( UNSC Filter )

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( Filtered to Naomi-010 and BB )

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( Filtered to Agent York and Delta )

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((OOC: Loss end and open! Go nuts. Open to people complaining. It's like 1am or something.))

017 ~ Just a wandering demon [Action/Written/Dictated]

[demontobeloved]

( Written Filter to Piper and Phoebe Halliwell )

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[Cole hasn't really spent much time out of the castle in the City Royale, so, that's where he is at the moment, just casually browsing the shops out of curiosity more than anything.]

Is it just me, or is the city deceptively peaceful?

((OOC: Open to bump into in the streets, or reply over the journals!))