(no subject)

[caligulas_aquarium]

( Filtered from all the other trolls )

[Annnnnnnd with that done, he's had a little while to calm down and decided he has something to take care of, so once he's done getting answers from people he'll leave his room and head to Nepeta's room. It takes him a little while to actually do anything, so for an awkward twenty minutes he's just standing outside, occasionally taking a step away from the door to leave, only to decide against it and face it again.

But once he does finally reach a decision, he'll knock on it three times and wait for an answer.]

[Action] ~ There's a Totodile in the Clinic.

[atadiscoverer]

[Here's something for you, Paradisa.

There's a small, blue croco-thingy curled up on the desk of Dr. Carson Beckett. And it's fast asleep.

It's also curled around Dr. Beckett's journal rather protectively and has a pen clasped in one paw.

What do?]

((OOC: Totodile loss! Completely open, have at him!))

♦ 015

[blabs]

[ this afternoon, nudge is up on that non-dangerous part of the roof, sprawled on the floor... colouring! she dictates as she colours in what is probably a smisney princess book or something. ]

So, like, how did people even figure out about the filters and stuff, huh? On the journals? I mean, the very very very first people who came here. I'm betting the castle didn't exactly give them a manual on "How to Use Your Journal to Maximum Effect While You Try Not to Get Mad About the Fact That I've Done Gone and Kidnapped You". Or maybe it did, I mean sometimes the castle is all helpful, and sometimes it's not... It's like it can't make up its mind. Worse than me when I'm trying to decide between cookie dough and brownie fudge ice-cream.

But aaaaaaaaaaanyway, filters. I mean, who was the first person to find out 'hey, if I write this person's name before I start talking or writing or whatever, no one else will be able to see it'? How did they test it? How did they start stretching it to see that, 'wow, I don't even have to know someone's name to filter to them'? And then someone would have found out about filtering to groups of people, and people who gave them fake names, and all sorts of stuff... And like, it couldn't have happened overnight, could it? But now, everyone knows about it and it's just one of those things that we have to tell the newbies. I dunno, I'm just curious.

I could probably find this out for myself, if I read some of the early pages in the old journal, but I dunno where it is right now. Well, I know where it is: it's in my room somewhere. It miiiiight have gotten swallowed by a mountain of Teen Vogue.

[ and now, she proceeds to make some random filters, because she can. ]

( evil people. )

( good people who've done something selfless and like, never got thanked for it. )

( people who hate the colour pink. )

(no subject)

[mildcalibrationissue]

[Anyone in the lobby will see a teenage boy, sort of just - running back and forth across the floor. He's built a tiny obstacle course for himself. Nothing extreme, but he's hopping over little things, climbing up and down a short stepladder.

He's wearing pants and shoes, but one of his legs seems a little bulkier than the other.

Eventually, he will pant through the journal, sounding thrilled:]

I am never taking two legs for granted again.

ℙ the fifth;

[eternityalone]

blind filter: anonymous to all non-humans ]

if given the chance to protect others from yourself, should the castle decide to tamper with your personal limits, would you prefer to have a plan already in place?

do you?



(ooc: no thread-jacking will be allowed. All conversations are private by default. No spying on your peers.)
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( Ezio Auditore )

[Written; Action for Lobby]

[anothershirtruined]

[If you happen to be in the lobby today you might spot a woman in turn-of-the-century gown sitting calmly on one of the couches and looking about herself with bright curiosity.

After a few moments she calmly takes out the journal and writes into it in a graceful, practiced script. As much as she disliked the situation, there was no point in being rude about it. All the same, she had no intention of allowing politeness to limit her grasp on the situation.]

I am not accustomed to having my plans inconvenienced. It had been my intention to make my return to Luxor as soon as possible.  However, as I have seen in the other entries in this journal, it seems that this may be more than a slight delay. I wish to speak to whoever considers themselves in charge of this dismal situation immediately. Likewise, I would appreciate any knowledge that the inhabitants of this place have to offer.

To those I have not met I must make my introductions. My name is Amelia Peabody Emerson. I am an Egyptologist and wife to the greatest Egyptologist of this or any other age. 

001

[bigshoestofill]

[It's quiet for a moment, mostly as Declan is acclimating to things. What is going on here?]

Magnus?

[It's confused sounding that word and he's doing a sweep of the room, picking up the journal as he sees it. Who knows what it'll do?]

Come on Magnus this isn't funny!

[It's not thank you very much if you are messing up his mind to somehow distract him...or something. After the last couple of years he's willing to think she'll do anything. And as he talks he's flipping through the journal, curious. Watson had always told him to research things first after all.

Even if he is holed up in the kitchen, having gone in there after arriving in the lobby. At least he could defend himself from his corner of the room with the stunner in hand.]

And if this isn't some sort of joke, then just where am I?

((OOC: Open in person and through the journal yup :D))

1 ❇ Dictated/Action

[firstaid]

[Every page is so different, is one thing she thinks once she opens this book she was given, almost like she was looking into a diary of multiple people. It seems so strange, yet she can’t help but keep reading all of these entries. Whoever thought of this kind of book must have had this idea suddenly pop into their mind, because it certainly wasn’t something she would have ever thought of. Of course, she absent mindedly finds herself in the library, as she keeps her journal open, her expression in complete awe at how many books there were here.]

This library is amazing…! I wonder just how many books there are in here! [Obviously, she sounds excited at this, but then she realizes she doesn’t really know where she is.]

Just what is this place? I don’t remember seeing anything like this. Perhaps I should have asked where I was before finding my way here to the library to return this book.

[She was just trying to see where this book belonged that she was given, but giving yet another inspection of it, she sees her name on the inside cover…]

This book belongs to …me? But, I don’t remember writing anything like this in any of my journals.

[Now she’s a little concerned about this…]

second ★; [ action/dictated ]

[chubbycreampuff]

[ It wasn't too late, but Kirby was sleeping peacefully on the couch in the Lobby anyway, not seeing any need to stay up when it was dark. Besides, the dark could get pretty scary if he was alone, and he wasn't too keen on the idea of wandering this big castle alone.

When he woke up from his nap, the puffball blinked and looked around. His dream was still vivid in his mind - his best friends Fumu and Bun were playing with him, and he was even allowed to stay over at their place in the castle... Kirby sniffled, suddenly feeling extremely small and lonely. Fumu and Bun weren't in this castle. Neither was Meta-Knight, or anyone he knew from home. ]

Poyo... [ he whimpered, not really aware that his journal was open by his side, sharing every sniffle and hiccup as he cried with all of the inhabitants of the castle. ]




[[ ooc : Going to bed soon, so if I haven't replied, I will tomorrow morning! For now, have a depressed Kirby. ]]

First Oath // Night gathers, and now my Watch begins...

[direwolfbastard]

[The first thing you're like to hear is what sounds like a dog yawning, then standing up on a bed and walking somewhere on a bed. What follows is a stifled human yawn, followed by a rustling of sheets.]

Ugh...Ghost, why didn't you wake me sooner? I've got to meet with King Stannis again...

[Just as soon as he says that, however, Jon knows something's off. He's not in his quarters, nor did he fall asleep over his maps and parchment again. Instead, he's in a richly appointed room (by his own standards) fully clothed, with Ghost looking at him as though he's crazy. Not noticing the open journal, he slides out of bed, and strides toward the door, looking to find out just what's going on.]

Ghost, come.

[His door opens, and just like that, the boy Commander and the direwolf are roaming Paradisa's halls. Approach?]