01 | night of the living butz | action&dictated

[thebutz]

[Larry Butz finds himself lying on the floor... here, as opposed to where...? He can't even remember where he had been, and yet he is certain he hadn't been drinking. Maybe he had hit his head...? He sits up and looks around, taking note of the surroundings. A bed, some posters and various artworks on the walls... Kind of like home, except for that journal lying open on the floor there...]

Wonder how that got there... More important though, I wonder how I got here!

[He stands, using the bed to pull himself up, and picks up the journal. It's very plain, with only a brown leather cover to decorate it. After flipping through and deciding it was nothing interesting, he sets it on the bed and heads for the door, opening it and looking around what was apparently a hallway with more doors.]

Yoo-hoo! Anyone there? Where am I? Anybody...?

(no subject)

[save_the_souls]

( Private )

( Crowley )

( Arthur )

Temporary Loss Time! Meet bb!Wesley

[demonologist]

[Have a boy sitting quietly in the lobby, looking solemn and a little overwhelmed. He has his journal open on his lap. Mostly he's just watching people bustling by with the wide-eyed wonder of someone who's most assuredly lost and is momentarily uncertain as to how to proceed.

The journal is strange. It reminds him of some of the things father has locked away in his study. Maybe it can tell him what to do.]

Hello?

05 - the trouble has been doubled

[doublethefun]

[So if you’re anywhere near the kitchen, you might (just maybe) notice a loud BOOM and (perhaps) the anguished cries of the poor, poor microwave. Heck, you might even notice the slow, creeping wave of molten marshmallow as it oozes out the kitchen, seeking to devour everything in its path.]

...Uh oh.

That's... that's okay! It's supposed to do that!

....I think.

Oh. Okay!

[And there's the sound of cupboard doors being slammed open.] Maybe they have more marsh - wah!

[Looks like Madame le Flour a bag of flour fell on top of the small (previously) blue filly, splitting open and getting everything a nice, uniform white color.]

[ There's a high-pitched laugh as the purple unicorn filly points a hoof at the now-white alicorn. ] Look! You match the marshmallow!

[Luna glances at her own coat and giggles. Hey, she kinda looks like her big sis now!] And so do you!

[And yes, the remains of the sack of flour is now being thrown haphazardly at Twilight.]

Ack! [ There's a whump as Twilight tries to backpedal and ends up falling on her butt. And is then covered in flour. THE HORROR. ] Hey! [ She glares adorably for a moment... and then wipes the flour off of her cutie mark. She's proud of that, so at least it has to be visible. ]

You know, we're never going to finish making toast if you keep playing around.

[Teehee.] I don't think we started, actually.

[ Twilight looks forlornly at the marshmallow. Which isn't hard, as it's everywhere. ] Well, to start, we're going to need to find more marshmallow.

Okay! [And she starts enthusiastically digging in the cupboards again. Because apparently, toast is incomplete without marshmallow.]

[[ooc: Filly loss start! Purple is Twilight, blue is Luna. Open to everybody! There's probably a journal somewhere if you can't handle the cute in person.]]

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[confidente]

( Irene Adler )

( James Watson )

Did anyone else feel... odd yesterday? [ He frowns. What sort of question is that? Good god John. ] Like something else was controlling your emotions, in a way. And that same thing was, watching almost everything you did?

[ A pause. Way to sound crazy, John. Asking this was a bad idea. ]

「✿一」déjà vu?

[mom_to_us_all]

[There is the sound of sniffling over the journal, and maybe some whining can be heard. A dirty lupine paw print appears on the page... Then, there is silence as she's reading part of the entries, and she's even more surprised to listen to stuff coming out from it and other handwriting appearing suddenly. What's happening and why does it have her name on it?

She must find Waka and headbutt the blond out of him for bringing her somewhere else that's not the Celestial Plain, before she starts drooling over the journal out of boredom... Let's see...]

Hello? [Can someone actually read this?]

Waka, are you there? Wakawakawakawakawakawaka--

[Hmm... Let's try something else.]

Has anyone seen this half-baked prophet person?

[The words appear as if she had used a sumi-e brush. Then she doodles a very handsome and sparkly man...]



[Yes, very handsome~]

third design [ dictated ]

[arealwoman]

You know, for being warned that the castle did things I don't think that there was enough warning on it. How many of these bloody days does it pick up on?

[ There may have been a day since Leap Day but she's still not calmed from that ]

First a weekend centered around Valentine's and now whatever the hell the other day was? I don't plan on sitting around here just waiting for the next thing to happen.

[ She's heard that even if you move out the castle can still drag you back but honestly? She'd rather be out of it and not have as much happening than have everything

Although there was a problem with that. She didn't know how to really go about on the doing part ]

So. How exactly do you go about that?

3 ⓢ elephant | Backdated to February 29th

[supes]

[Ask for one thing, get another.

In this case, a live elephant. It certainly looks out of place, but at least the castle has put it down in the lobby, instead of in a much-too-small room, or outside in the cold. Clark is playing with it, kind of like one might play with a dog –– fetch, leading it around with an apple, tossing around a ball.

He's enjoying himself today, especially considering the upcoming nuptials.

The elephant bumps him with its trunk, knocking his journal out of his pocket and to the floor. Clark just rolls with it. Why not? He starts tussling with the elephant, gently, while speaking.]

You know... today isn't so bad. You learn something new all the time.

I think I'd like to visit Africa someday.