XVII

[wilder]

[BACKDATED TO TUESDAY AFTERNOON AT THE SHOOTING RANGE]

You need to remember to take the safety off, first.

Ahahaha right! Of course! That’s obvious~! [Full of it, completely forgot about the safety. He’ll be removing it now. ]

[ Fortunately Jr. can be a patient teacher (for awhile), so he’ll wait for him to do that before taking another step back. Not that another step would matter if bullets started flying... ]

Okay. Whenever you're ready.

Alrighty! [He carefully points the gun at the target, pausing as he does his best to try to aim and fires]

AH-!

[Except he had much underestimated just how LOUD it would be and the knock-back, so he fumbles and drops the gun while firing]

[ . . . ]

Son of a bitch!

[OOC: Zelos and Jr.! Open or over the journal!]

chwe deg saith: 29th February.

[kinky_stopwatch]

I should've guessed really, a day that only appears once every four years was probably too tempting to miss for the castle. 

Gefynen, are you having fun?

<i>[Frowns and shifts, he feels like he's not being watched exactly but there's someone or something there.]</I> 

ANyone else a little unsettled today, I mean apart from the ummm...chaos. 

written

[wintercat]

( Spoilers for the A Song of Ice and Fire series )

Do you believe the future to be unchanging? If you are told something is to happen upon your return, do you accept it? Or do you think it possible to fight against it?

first trick ☪ action/dictated

[magictrick]

[The castle is beautiful and grand, more than any place that she'd performed in the past and that was saying something. The free rooming didn't hurt either. Truly, it was a stage befitting a queen--befitting of her.

So it is with an open mind that Trixie has trotted down the castles lavish halls and is currently working her way through the ornate lobby. The journal, of less interest than the castle itself and ignored up until now, is floating just a couple feet in front of her.

She spares the presently blank pages a glance.]

Blank. What good is a journal if nothing's written in it? What, am I supposed to write in it?

[She watches the words are drawn across the page. This just got a lot more interesting, and worth her time. She slips into her usual demeanor quickly enough, all traces of annoyance being replaced with a well-practiced dramatic confidence.]

...Oh? What's this? Well, if someone is that desperate to hear about Trixie's adventures, then fine. The Great and Powerful Trixie will tell you about all of her grand adventures and awesome feats of magic!

fourty-eighth labyrinth

[lord_wizard]

( Zelman )

02-voice backdated to yesterday

[jimfromit]

[Somebody has been watching all the chaos take place via the journals. He's been greatly entertained.]

Oh this is more like it. The castle rarely disappoints with the regularity of its shows does it?

Hmm can’t see a show without dinner can you? A filet mignon steak dinner please?

[What follows next is the sound of something large and animal like crashing through a dining table with a loud animalistic scream. This is also accompanied by the sound of a Moriarty moving away from his dining table very very quickly.]

[A few minutes pass before he speaks again.]

A word of advice to you all...I think the chef might have lost his passion for the job.

Moooo. [Moriarty’s dinner feels the need to contribute.]

Oh shut up!

005 :: Action :: Clinic

[lifeandpride]

[After yesterday, Ukitake became a little concerned that his fever might be a bit higher than he thought. When he had looked out the window, he found the entire world upside down. Well, something certainly hadn't been right. Good thing he chose to stay in bed, then.

Sleep, however, did not come easy when he was hacking up a lung.

It's early morning when he enters the clinic, hoping to find it empty. He opens the door and muffles a few coughs into a handkerchief. Seeing no one in the immediate area, he starts looking for where the medicines were kept.

Usually he drank a mixture that he put in with his tea. Surely they would have something similar...]


( Senri; Dictated )

( Father Abel Nightroad; Written )

[ooc: Ukitake is trying to be a sneaky sneak. You know that means you have to bother him...]

našāqu | [Accidental dictation]

[demonologist]

[It’s late morning at Wes’ residence. There’s the rustle of pages and sheets. A shift of weight and then the book is slammed shut, but unbeknownst to Wes, his rolling over to face Fred has knocked his journal open again...]

Something’s happened at the castle again. It’s all over the journals.


[The words settle over Fred, but she doesn’t immediately move. She’s found that spot. That rare, rumored, and more than a bit difficult to find spot. She’d been more than content, and fully prepared to stay there for the better part of the morning. In fact, she’d only just started to consider forgiving Wesley for moving. She’s remained curled up in the echo of that place, the quiet sound of pages being turned occasionally breaking the silence]

Like something, something? The sort of something I need to start finding my clothes for?


Dinosaurs running amok, escaped ghosts, upside down and topsy turvy staircases, corridors melting away, giant bubbles in the washroom, the library an absolute mess, involuntary pink hair...to name a few.


[Dinosaurs. Fred remembered the dinosaurs right after she arrived. She’d nearly gotten stepped on. She sighs into her pillow]

So definitely something then.

[Oddly, her voice remains uncommitted. And muffled]


Yes. I’m afraid so.

[Wes gives a faint sigh, then there’s the barely audible sound of a shoulder being kissed.]

We could always just stay at the house. Plead ignorance?


[There’s still a good bit of morning sleep in her voice, and what follows is dangerously close to a purr. It trails off into another sigh, and then another body shifting in sheets as she finally turns to face Wesley]

….it’s probably nothing like anything we’ve seen before. Especially since you missed the dinosaurs.

[So why didn’t she sound convinced?]


I suppose we ought to, then...

[He doesn’t sound very enthused. After all, the bed is warm, he has Fred’s company, the prospect of yet another chaotic day in Paradisa - after what’s happened earlier in the month - doesn’t really appeal. But he reluctantly starts to make a move.]


[She hadn’t expected him to actually move, somehow. Honestly, she’d just been talking to -- talk. Mostly saying the words she likely was expected to say]

Wesley....wait.

[Fred shifts closer, drawing herself up against him. What distinctly sounds like a kiss follows]


...I only just got rid of that peach dress.

[That of course implying she’d had her personal fill of the Castle’s brand of crazy lately]


Mmm, I was hoping you’d say that...

[More kissing sounds and movement on the bed until--]


[OOC: Brown font is Wes, Green is Fred, feel free to warn, troll etc]

یک 01

[antichauffeur]

I want to move out of the Castle.

Anyone free to help a guy out and find a place?

[And with that, he's just gonna stare at the journal waiting for replies]

eighteenth bite; good vibrations

[interpersonally]

Did anybody else have ... wishing trouble yesterday?

( friends filter ] if they've ever spoken, they fall under it )

I seem to have a lot of free time on my hands. I've developed a good rhythm of work [ and not work, plus not eating people - Damon has been great at regulating his blood intake ] and... everything else that seems to happen here. I think I should make plans. Have... fun. No reason to sit around the castle and wait for the other shoe to drop, is there?

( percy )

We talked about playing football. Do you want to get a game together?

( mystic falls filter )

Everyone in one piece? [ He knows Elena and Damon are - but, just in case, it's good to check in every now and then. ]

[ Stefan can be found in the lobby tonight, writing in his diary journal - privately. He's just relaxing. Elena's busy. And Elena is not his entire life. Thank you. ]

(no subject)

[secondchances]

I'm glad that was a one day thing. The lobby almost made me toss my cookies. And, as much as I love the color eggplant, I didn't need actual eggplants in my closet. Or, if I did, I don't think I needed hundreds of them.

At least we got that out of our system, castle. Right? Smooth sailing from here on out? Cool.

( Uru )

[Once all that is said and done, Steph can be found sitting upside down on a sofa in the lobby, legs hooked over the back. It seems like she was trying to read, but wasn't trying very hard--she'd be in her room or in the library if she was really determined.

With a sigh, she covers her face with the book and lets it balance there. She'll absorb its knowledge through her pores.]

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[alias_savant]

( [Word Assassins Players] )

[Neal is down in the lobby and will be there all afternoon. He has two bags sitting on the couch next to him and currently has a sketch pad in front of him. He's not drawing anything special, just mostly occupying himself, but you're more than welcome to wander over and talk to him.

He's very friendly.]


[And this is the official start of the game! All assignments should be sent out -- if you haven't received a PM and think you should of, shoot me a PM or ping me on AIM @ iluvroadrunner6 and we'll sort it out. Most of the actual picking will be glossed over if you really want to play it out, because we don't want to give away who has who, but other than that it'll mostly be handwaved.]

003: An Unexpected Appendage

[romana2]

[Romana is wandering the Castle late at night carrying a baby (goldencirclet ).  He's been fed (sort of) and is now sleeping in her arms. Romana is a bit at a loss for what to do.  But she is singing some old Gallifreyan songs, whether they're "hymns" or "lullabies" is anyone's guess.

She doesn't have her journal with her, it was forgotten in the mist of worrying about an upset infant.  Romana is currently dressed in her nighty, a housecoat and slippers - so enjoy embarrassing her at her lack of dress as well.]


{{OOC:  This also counts as Romana's 'open post' for the Word Assassins game.  Feel free to stop her, ask her questions...  whatever.  Note:  Permission for new thread granted by Goku-mun}}

vingt-trois ° dictated/action

[signedlefthanded]

[Violet's currently in the kitchen, perusing the shelves.]

Sort of missing my little sister lately, and was thinking about cooking something. I'm not entirely sure what to make. Any suggestions or company would be welcome. I'm no culinary artist, but I can make Puttanesca.

Still here!

[waterproofed]

[and now a very important announcement from Perseus Jackson]

Hey! I've been here a year and I haven't disappeared! I guess that means the castle likes me more this time.

※ forty eight }{ backdated to directly after she meets Wesley

[likethetragedy]

( Fred )