002 - Our Father

[shepherdsveritas]

( Anyone who knew Paul Smecker or Eunice Bloom )

My brother'n I've been workin' on fixin' up the church down town an it got me thinkin'. This is s'posed t'be February, right? Th'way I figure it, Lent starts today. Does anyone here even celebrate Lent, here? Is anyone givin' anythin' up?

((ooc: Open over the journal or in town. He's hard at work cleaning up and fixing the outside of the church, today. Winter be damned, he's just glad for the fresh air.))

t e n

[ofkirkwall]

Anders is gone. [ Hawke sounds, rather subdued today, as it seems a feline walks over her journal. Inspecting the his new home. ] For anyone who knew him... [ She faults and frowns. She hates this. Why is she doing it? ] I'm sorry.

[ Then there is silence and an occasional whine. From Dog. ]

...Has anyone seen Bethany Hawke? [ There is a hanging "I can't find her" in her voice, she can't bring herself to accept the possibility that she might be gone as well. ]

2 Zephers

[soccerwhisperer]

[In his search for a field, Tenma stops by the duck pond. He carelessly tosses his bags and journal to the side, letting it record the sound of a soccer ball being kicked around]

Three! Three, Thre--uwaaa!

[He slips on a particularly slick part of the grass, landing on his backside while the ball flies up and lands in the pond. Unfortunately, that managed to hit a duck, who starts chasing him, quacking angrily.]

Gaah! I'm sorry! Ow! Ow!

[ooc: totes open, in action and over the journal]

44

[cheerupemoborg]

[Today in the lobby, there is: (1) cyborg fiddling with (1) pair of shiny handcuffs, which conveniently have attached themselves to his right arm.

Weirdest of all, said big bad cyborg can't seem to get them to come off! He pulls and he yanks but the metal refuses to so much as bend to his awesome strength.]


I've had just about enough of-- !!


[Yeah he's starting to get a little pissy. That tends to happen when magic handcuffs come out of nowhere and stick themselves on you. Too bad for him things are about to get worse...]

Episode 88

[spongetastic]

To anyone who knew him, it looks like Mohinder Suresh is gone from the castle. [how is he always the one making these announcements? sigh]

( Monica Dawson )

001

[isbritishgov]

[The entry is written, nice, neat handwriting.]

[Filtered away from those with innocent minds]

It has come to my attention that a dominatrix of particular note has come to reside in the castle. If one has a particular interest in her skills I would seek out Sherlock Holmes.

Though I would not ask for practical information, as I fear even her talents, would be lacking in attempting to persuade him to take part in that. However if she has I would be particularly interested in hearing how she came to do such a thing.



[This filter is written in some time later after the first part.]

[John Watson]

I do apologize for the trouble Sherlock may have caused you after that, particularly trying weekend.

[It's a start.]

((ooc: AND OPEN over the journal. Free for thread jacking for that first filter as Mycroft's really just looking to cause trouble. Who can see that is up to you as well.))

✞ prayer one

[starhipped]

[ She doesn’t believe in this nonsense. How could she? Something like .. writing into a journal was so innocuous – it couldn’t be a means of communication. It certainly didn’t make any sense! But … on that train of thought; what about this place made sense? She was in a huge castle that somehow knew her name. Right.

After observing for a few days, this seemed like the best way to communicate with others in the castle.]

My name is Esther Blanchett.

[She can’t help it, she’s speaking under her breath as she pens the words carefully into the book. Her handwriting is neat, though a little cramped. Will someone answer back?]

I’d like to know where I am and under whose authority I am being held here. If possible I would like to be returned to Londinium as soon as possible. It is very important that I am returned home.

[There! Not too accusatory, but definitely not mild, either. Settling back in her chair, she stared at the book in front of her, willing words to appear. She would figure this out. And she would go home. It was all a matter of time.]

(no subject)

[videres]

( Jr. )

[002] -- mary had a little lamb

[candled]

( filters to NEA and PHAROS )

[town;]
[there's a little girl walking the streets in town, tonight. she's headed out toward that fancy mansion that may or may not house some redheads, but she's taking her time about it. she's got an umbrella open to ward against falling snowflakes, idly twirling it as she meanders languidly through on her business -- but an over-sized lollipop falls out of one of her (cute) coat pockets behind her, though she doesn't seem to notice.

be a good Samaritan? stop and chat? tell the little girl she shouldn't walk town alone?]

[ooc: obligatory link to this, just in case! ♥]

2 whips

[chastise]

[Room Filter]

[She's pretty much done the opposite of what Mycroft was intending to do with that little spiel. But she's ignored the younger Holmes entirely for a week. She thinks she's let him stew long enough on the question she presents. And now that she's a little more knowledgeable on the 'castle', it clears some things up for her.

Which is precisely why she's dressed to the nines, and taken a seat on his bed, fingers shifting the pins in her hair, to keep it perfectly pinned up, content to wait for his arrival]