Case: 002 [ Dictated | Action in room 1801 ]

[loves_osaka]

[ Heiji's sitting on his bed with some book and notes scattered all over the place- all notes on what he's learned about this strange place that apparently ate his good luck charm. He's still sore about that by they way, stupid castle. ]

[ He opens his journal and sets it down so his hands are free and he can continue to sift through his notes. ]

Alrigh' I think I've got enough t' at least help me through th' place. That said- The Detective of the West will gladly start takin' yer cases now. So don't hesitate to ask my expert advice, I'll accept any kind jus' t' keep my mind busy.

If it's a more private matter ya can seek me directly in room 1801. I'm sure Ku-ah-Conan-kun, won't mind turnin' our room into an agency.

XVI

[wilder]

( Private )

( Colette & Lloyd )

( Jr. )

( Clinic personnel NOT affiliated with the Peace Patrol...or Martel )

( Clark )

[Church Filter]

[However he will be showing at the church. Abel is a priest, so there's a good chance he'll be here right? Walking in, he's definitely taking assessment of the place. It reminds him of one of those country abbeys scattered across the countryside. Not his top choices of places to go, but he's not uncomfortable at least. He'll call out curiously]

Pastor Abel?

[If he doesn't answer right away, Zelos is fine with waiting. He simply sits, relaxing, in one of the pew and looks around the place and his expression neutral. Probably wondering how much trouble he could get in this church for napping or reading non-religious stuff- and if it'd be worth it]

[OOC: open to anyone who would be at the church. Tags may be slow until this evening]

BACKDATED TO VALENTINES DAY STUFF | action | journal

[radiantwingedone]

[ So, Duke has been stuck in a room with Maine for the past – nearly past three days.

You can only spend so much of three days sleeping out of boredom. Particularly with someone who was verbally grouchy about the lack of light, and when the castle decided that because they weren't getting along it should provide them with some aromatherapy.

A cave that smelled heavily of musk was not the best place to be stuck, blind man or sighted one.

Duke had been trying to block out Maine-noises – the sounds of the man rather moving about in a rather foul mood – and so he didn't notice when Maine had made his way about the room, over toward where Duke had been doing his best to ignore the scents and sounds by staying more or less within his blanket nest until the man had... more or less stepped on him. And Maine didn't do that normal flinch that normal, not-grumpy humans did when they realized that they'd just stepped on another human being.

Duke's jerk – because this guy was heavy - knocks his journal open in time to catch him more or less snarl - ]

Keep your foul mood to yourself! [ And because he's that grumpy, Duke hooks his arm for the back of Maine's knee to try to shove him in retaliation. ]

((OOC: Due to magical castle timing, the valentines day lockdown thing will unlock the room more or less anytime where they're too busy trying to beat each other up to notice that the doors open. Since Duke's room is a cave, and he can't see, the lights won't turn on so they won't notice. FEEL FREE TO COME IN TO STOP THEM. /o/ Duke will be throwing spells (feel free to notice that), Maine will be blind rage punching, separate at your own risk |D ))

Twenty-First Flutter

[3_butterflies]

[Since Spike received her joke so well, and since Pinkie Pie is no longer with us, Fluttershy wants to 'take up the slack', as it were, and... tell some jokes over the journal.]

I have some jokes... If you want to hear them.

What months do trees like the least?

[...]

Sept-timber.

[...]

Heehee. It's funny because it's really September, but timber is what you say when trees fall. Heeheehee.

Fourty-seventh labyrinth

[lord_wizard]

[The afternoon finds Felix sitting in the coffee bar outside of the Lux, dressed in a rather ostentatious outfit left over from the castle's Diwali celebration, as if to call attention to himself. He's commandeered a small two-person table topped with a chess board, though the game he's about to play is a little more subtle.

The Peace Patrol meeting was a disaster and everyone in that room knew it. What galled him more was not the lack of any proper decision-making, but the fact that so many people had given up on it. They could disagree with the direction of the conversation all they wanted, but to quit the field before any decision was reached seemed both stupid and cowardly. He could admit he wasn't terribly invested in the fates of the three remaining prisoners, but it irritated him a little that they were sitting down there mostly for no other reason than the fact that nobody knew what to do with them. It was them that put those men down there - so what right did they have to wash their hands of them now?

Felix himself naturally baulked at authority, but that did not mean he didn't see the need for it. Especially here.

He wasn't about to go campaigning, but the question had laid in his mind ever since that day, festering along with his frustration. He picks up the coal-dark king piece, twitching it between his fingers with a sigh. When he speaks, however, it is light and brightly conversational]

Leadership is a funny thing.

There is a lot of talk about the qualities that make a leader - that it is something one is born to do rather than taught. Charisma can go a long way to gathering people to your side, but without the proper backing, such movements are more often rebellions and cults that die out like so many sparks. 

Governments, on the other hand, are not so much about the people who make them up but the fact they are simply a more powerful force than any one man. The men and woman that make it up are born to it in the respect that they tend to fall within the appropriate class, and few people tend to question their right to make decisions for the country as a whole. It simply is.

It is always imperfect, but in some respects it is preferable to have a small group of people quarreling amongst themselves for the sake of the people, rather than the entire population doing so themselves. Things get done in this manner.

But such things have to be set in motion, and there I suppose, we are mired too deeply in doubt to ever gain that momentum ourselves.

Were it that we could have such a guiding hand...someone to step and say, 'this is how things will be'? How many of you would prefer such a thing to uncertainty and stagnation?

((Open via journal and in person - come chat or maybe even challenge him to some chess if that is your fancy!))

Case #04 - Playing with their sticks and balls.

[cantacquityou]

 [Today's a relatively warmer day than usual, and there's one defense attorney outside on the grounds, teaching his prosecutor friend how to have a little outdoor fun... One accidentally kicks the journal open:]

 

...These balls are rather filthy...

Did you seriously expect me to wash my balls before playing with them? They're only going to get dirty again.

This wood could certainly stand to be a bit harder... [squeezes it]

Hey, this is quality wood!  It's good and thick.. Anyway, make sure you get a nice, firm grip on the base...

...Just listen to you, talking to me as though I have no experience. I have done this at least once before, I assure you.

Then you know how it works, right?  If you're fast enough, you'll get to fourth base. That's when you score, Big Time. 

[Pauses] ...Does this come in a shorter size? I might hurt you with it.

[Laughs] I don't mind a little pain! It's more fun if someone gets hurt, don't you think?

Do we not require some sort of protection for this?

We're just fooling around a little.  I think we'll be okay.

...How is this supposed to get me to 'loosen up,' exactly?

 

 

[...Yep. Just as you thought... Baseball. Care to come and play? Or just be a voyeur. Whatever. Open.]