1/002: Sciency Measures.

[wheatdos]

[Wheatley's looking his best today. Lab coat pressed, tie tied in the tightest way possible, hair slicked back in the slickest and backest fashion, and glasses pushed back on his nose as if he's some sort of authorized figure. A real sciency looking fellow indeed.]

"Hey. Hello? Hello? Is everyone, Is anyone here? Well... if- if anyone of you can hear me, I have... quite the proposition. Pro-proposal, I mean. Well, ahem. How would you, like to volunteer yourself... to science? Ehhh? Ehh?

There's- there's hypothetically virtually little to no risk, and it's probably our one chance of getting out of this... awful, sneaky,smelly prison of a castle. Show up! It's all I need, and I'll handle the rest accordingly. And... oh look! Would you take a look at this. There are...I have lollipops too! That means- that means afterwards you get a lollipop! Cherry! Lemon! Orange! Grape... eh? Nothing better than that. Nothing. I think, I think if I were you... I'd be saying to myself... oh look! A lollipop... and science. I think I'm going to do that. So... yes! Yes you should. Donate yourself to science."

[Open to everyone]

[action]

[wishmadeinfire]

[Well, surprise surprise Paradisa. Ashura is out and about today (he had been... less inclined for physical activities for a few days). Today he is out in one of the nearby fields astride his red dragon-horse. A sword is in one hand  and the other is free at his side, and in the field are a number of poles and squat targets. 

Svitana snorts, tossing his head, and suddenly lunges forward. Ashura leans forward with him as they sail towards the first of the targets. At the last second Svitana dodges to the side, Ashura shifting flawlessly with him and swinging out, his blade cutting into the pole with a cracking slice. Svitana does not stop, flying on, and Ashura diverts his attention to one of the squat targets, flinging his free hand at it, setting it ablaze, and then quickly extinguishing it for safety.

The two of them run through the course, snow, dirt, and wood chips flying and finally come to a halt, both puffing slightly as they surveyed their handiwork.]

[ooc: Feel free to poke him or have him notice you watching if you are so inclined]

Fifth Time - [action / locked to Ted Mosby / backdated to V-Day]

[losemycherry]

[Yamada arrives outside Ted Mosby's room a little after sunrise. Garbed in a wine-red silk chinadress, the girl also has a big red bow tied about her waist. She sits down lengthwise in the most coquettish pose she can manage in this clothing. When satisfied, she gives a quick knock on Ted's door.]

029.

[truthin_bones]

As much as I did not enjoy being locked in a room with a stranger, I am willing to admit that this option was far... easier to cope with than last year's events.

[Of course, this year didn't involve kissing a partner she supposedly only had platonic feelings for at the time.]

It does mean that I have been stuck here for over a year. I... I do not know if whomever brought me here is listening, but I would like nothing more than to return home. You've let Booth and Angela and Sweets go.

I am very much ready to leave, too.

041; dictated/action

[gottaknockhard]

[Most of the time, when Spike goes on a walk, he's not really thinking of where he's wandering. It gives him the sense that he's doing something other than sulk (which he doesn't do), and it's usually a good way to clear his head. By all appearances, nothing has really changed since he got freed from the Valentine's curse. He may be looking over his shoulder more often, might stop now and then to watch some passerby, but he doesn't seem to have any more purpose than usual.

Eventually he makes his way to the stables to face the lingering reminders of who was there before. Kaylee's mule is right where he expects it to be, although he can tell it hasn't been driven since she left. She'd probably be upset about that. Spike takes one more look behind him, then gets to work. -- He's not the mechanic Kaylee (or even Jet) is, but when your arsenal is as low as his, it doesn't hurt to see how she's running.

Before he gets started, he takes out the journal, scanning the last few pages for anything out of the ordinary. Maybe he's finally learned his lesson on what happens when he doesn't pay attention. Sure enough, it's full of invasive questions and outright obvious traps. Which is actually kind of ordinary for them.

He sighs.]

Things never change. You must really have to work at it to leave a mark around here. [That could be a slightly pointed statement, but who knows?] Makes you wonder why some things get swept up in a day and others just sit around to gather dust.

Then again, there's always someone taking notes. Gotta love magic. [Spike sets the journal down nearby, but leaves it open for once. He's in a weird mood today.]

( Zoe )

Peace Patrol Meeting - February, Year Five

[cricketycricket]

[the custom is slowly establishing itself: chairs are set up, a folding table with tea and coffee sits against the wall by the doors to the laboratories. and after everyone has had ample time to mingle, the Doctor moves to the podium, notes in hand, and clears his throat]

Good afternoon, everyone. Thank you for coming, I'm glad you could make it. I'm sorry to cut straight through to things, but we have an awful lot of ground to cover, and I'd like to see as much of it as possible settled...


((OOC: Sections in comments, please wait until they're all up to comment! GO FOR IT! Sorry for the lack of mingling thread this time, but there really IS a lot to cover ICly. Also, feel free to tag yourselves in! OOC discussion can take place here.))

the birthday party (17)

[her_mouse_jesty]

Hello everyone! I hope I'm not bothering you, but I'd love to hear your opinions on something.

I'm trying out this 'TV' thing. We don't have anything like it in my world, but there seems to be a lot of options. What would you recommend to watch?

[Feel free to catch her in the games room, curiously flipping through channels.]

three

[scoring]

[ written, sometime in the late evening. any of her friends from home might recognise her handwriting from all those times borrowing her notes - she's looking at you, yosuke-kun - but otherwise it'll just look like some very nice, elegant script.

in the real world, yukiko is on a bench along the path of the castle, journal in her lap while she watches the sun set. there's a lot to consider- the place has a bodacious library and a couple of people who she cares about deeply. but on the other hand: a prison is a prison.

just like the cage her shadow was in. just like the cage her bird escaped from.

one tiny sigh can be heard before she puts pen to paper. there's one question on her mind, and one question only, now that many lucid weeks here have confirmed it as very much not a dream. ]

Is it really safe to make a home for yourself here?

sixth problem [ dictated / action ]

[withmymind]

It changed. History does, people forget and new stories are made. No one remembers the facts.

[ River does, though, she remembers a lot that she reads and she likes reading, something that you'll notice now if you're in the library. She has her journal open, dictating to it but paying no attention, too focussed on one of the books she has ]

Valentine's Day, a celebration of a saint, Valentinus.

[ Yes, she knows that she's late but what does that matter? You can never be too late to give information ]

Romantic connotations were fabricated, changing the meaning. Poets did it. Fifteenth century it was different.

[ She likes Earth history, considering that Earth is gone for her ]

The people were forgotten, lost in spectacles of declaration. Shouldn't forget.

viii λ history

[assassino]

[Ezio Auditore is glad that the rest of his life has not been as boring and sterile as the past few days have been, sitting on couches and beds and busying himself with menial things while waiting –– oh god, all the waiting -- for his ankle to heal enough to let him get back to what he usually does.

Bored, bored, bored. Journal time.]

Entertain me, fair residents of Castello Paradisa, for I have never been so bored in my life:

I am from 1488, in the region that will one day be known as Italy. I was born in Florence, and lived in Venice for the past ten years. But I have noticed that many of you have... confusing ideas about people from my era, and you seem to know only two names: Leonardo da Vinci and Machiavelli. I know both of them.

So here I am making myself available to you. What do you want to know about life in my time?

And for any of you who wish to ask about Leonardo: "da Vinci" is not a name, it means of Vinci, which is a commune in the Florentine province. His name is "Leonardo."

─ one hundred & thirty-four

[amiable]

( crowley-san )

( peeta )

I sort of wish spring were already here. There are all these clothes I got in Paris that I haven't been able to wear yet because it's still cold. At least it only takes a couple of minutes for winter to become spring when it finally happens! We don't have to get stuck with the slush and puddles.

Anyway, Colette-chan and I are still looking for people to join the baking club! If you like to bake or want to learn, you should really give it a shot! It would also be wonderful if we all learned about the sweets from each other's worlds or times. If you're interested, you can leave me your name in the journal. Please consider this, because we would love to have you!

[ And after a couple of minutes, written in as an afterthought: ]

NO TASTE TESTERS. (We all do that!)

( colette-chan )

( father abel )

002. dictated

[forehead]

[it's been a while since Himari arrived in the castle and she's still getting the hang of things. She's been reading the journal, but hasn't said much into it unless something caught her eye. It's a little weird speaking to a book! But just writing into it would be boring so...

Today she feels like asking a question]

Ah- hello! I've been here for a while now and I thought I should introduce myself already! My name's Himari Takakura- you might have seen me before with my penguin.

I wanted to thank everyone I've talked to so far for all their help. I really appreciate it. I made some chocolate for Valentine's Day, if you would like any- a show of my thanks.

Oh... but I just have one more question that's been bugging me. I've heard a little about... losses?

Um... is it possible for a loss to... affect your appearance?

Anyone who can help can have some chocolate too!


( Jr. )

(no subject)

[kamenriderdecade]

[Ever since he was locked in with Stephanie on Valentine's day, there's been something on his mind...and it's not her

So he'll dictate over the journals, his tone a mix of both mild curiosity and the feeling that he doesn't actually care about what he's asking.

He does, though, he just always sounds like this. Can't help it.]

So, what do people usually do for fun? Not even here, just...in general I guess.

Scroll Twenty Five

[huffythedragon]

[Today, Spike is taking time out from working like a slave to the ponies because, hey, even he has days off. He's found the music room, and has sat down at the piano, playing this little tune. After he's done, he siiighs, into his journal]

It's not the same without the hate-inducing lyrics. I miss Pinkie.

[Another sigh, and he despondently plays up and down the scales]

Any requests?

001 :: Action/Dictated :: Lobby

[wash_tub_woes]

…no……no…no no no no no no no no NO!

I can’t be lost! I can’t I can’t I can’t!

[gasp!]

Oh no…I think I see…silly creatures!

…Is this …is this outer space? How could that cave lead to...

[long pause]

…Gobo? …are you around?

This isn’t funny guys! Where are you?

[pause]

Wembly? ….Mokey? ….R-red…?

[There's a new arrival in the lobby today. Due to his size, he's easily overlooked, but if you should happen to see him, you can see that he's shaking in his hypothetical boots. The journal is open in front of him, but he doesn't seem to know what to make of it. ...was it making noises?]