002: On Being Stuck

[romana2]

[Romana is seated in the library as she writes in her journal.]

[Private]
( Note to self )

[Open to Everyone]
For those who don't know, I was brought here from an alternate universe. I thought being here among people from my own universe would somehow be different. Or at the very least, be better than what I experienced in that alternate universe. Many have told me my title means nothing here. I honestly am not sure how to respond to that. I have always been either "in training" for the presidency, leading an alien race out of slavery or the president. I don't know how to operate in any other way.

[She mutters the last part to herself, people nearby in the library can probably hear her.]

I'm not even sure I have anything else to contribute.


((OOC: Open over the journals or in person in the library.  Over the journals, presume the fancy writing continues, though I won't code every reply.))

1/003: THE PART WHERE HE TESTS YOU.

[wheatdos]

( Filtered to Maya Fey  )

Filtered to everyone else EXCEPT Maya:

[ACTION WOULD BE PREFERRED. If it's action, you'd actually see Wheatley hanging around the grand staircase, pacing back and forth, in his usual lab coat, holding a clipboard where his... Journal is opened. He looks a bit frazzled, and like he hasn't gotten sleep in days.]

"Does anyone know any quick tactics of... of proper... proper... s-social communication by any chance? Like... like how you're supposed to treat... treat people by any chance? In... common conversation?

I kinda need a quick, a quick bit of a rundown on that. Maybe, maybe a little practice? Y' know, being an AI and all, not really knowing how to be a... um... a um proper bloke is all. Not like I consider any of you humans to be proper. Just... just saying. There's there's this girl, and well... frankly I don't want to make a fool of myself. It'd be... be unfortunate if I really messed up. Not anything too grand or anything, obviously... but anything would be great."

[HEAVILY IMPLYING ASSUMPTIONS THAT ARENT THERE. FANTASTIC.
FEEL FREE TO BE AS RIDICULOUS IN YOUR RECCOMENDATIONS AS POSSIBLE.]

(no subject)

[forgedinbattle]

[Believe it or not, Xena can read. It's a useful skill for a military commander. Still, she's not the type to do a lot of pleasure reading or to painstakingly research things- which is why the sight that may greet library goers today is an unusual one.

Xena sits at a table, still in full armor, reading a book on cylons, with the journal open beside her. She dictates into it as she flips a page in her book.]

So, how common's this mistaken identity thing? I mean, I've gotta couple of look-alikes at home, but this could old real fast.


[ooc: Open in person or over the journal.]

Vriska: Stick around

[wagers]

( Trolls, sans Mindfang )

( Mindfang )

Bluh!

[And if anyone care to look, a certain orange-clad troll with blue wings is finding herself amongst the tallest spires of the castle, seeing fit to perch on some of the tallest points, looking down at the scenery below.]

God! How can anyone stay here for a half a sweep-- like me-- let alone two whole ones?

[She debates whipping her journal to the ground, but refrains, for now.]

I guess it's only the strong who survive, right?

<sub>(ooc. open however you'd like!

TROLLS: feel free to threadjack all the troll filters if you want rofl)</sub>

(no subject)

[squartatore]

[Sayaka can be found all over the castle, her eyes mostly on the ground, peering into corners when she comes across them. Those who've met her at some point before might notice how she looks a little different today -- the observant will know it's because her bangs keep falling in her face. This is further accentuated by her head being down so much.

And she seems distracted, too. Enough to not watch where she's going all that closely, maybe bump into someone...?]

[ooc: open, backdated to earlier in the evening]

» 006

[jetset]

[ so, the journal. jet doesn't write in this thing much, but he does flip through it from time to time, to see what's going on in the world of paradisa. he'd gathered that there'd been a peace patrol meeting not too long ago. he'd meant to go, but then he didn't because stuff. looking through the journal now, it's obvious that something went down, what with people faffing off to the dead zone and other people clamouring for crazy prisoners to be released.

after a while, he shrugs to himself. he might as well. ]

[ filtered away from first gens and those hostile towards residents of the castle. ]

[ dictated. ]

So, that Peace Patrol meeting earlier this week. Anyone wanna fill the rest of us in on what went down? Because something went down.


[ anyone desirous of bumping into the guy himself can find him out on the roof, sitting on the ledge, with dro napping at his feet. ]

[ ooc; open post. feel free to threadjack and whatnot. ]

36 - Video games

[sexyhitchhiker]

( Room 614 )

Forty Third Sip

[mal_addict]

[So, in an effort to make her feel...less angry about the events of the last few days, Maladict has gone into town, deciding to throw herself more into her best person duty. After all, if Brock was stupid happy stupid enough to want to get married, he should at least have a decent sendoff. And the art was in the preparation for this sort of thing, she was sure. She flicks through her journal as she walks]

You know, I never thought it would be this easy to find Seamstresses in this world. Guess I was wrong. Seems it's forever the most common profession if people want it to be or not. Nice to know some things are the same here as they are back home.

( Brock )

( Nikola )