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Mar. 6th, 2012
six breaks of the stone
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craggyfaced[Quite suddenly there is an ungodly crashing sound over the journal along with some panicked braying that obviously isn't human.
Durge, not usually being a donkey, is quite startled to find himself with two more legs and usual, and in his alarm has both upended and broken his bed rather severely as he attempts to get his...feet...so to speak.
This carries on for a minutes before he manages to stop crashing into things, followed by a forlorn sounding bray that anyone who either understands animals or horse-like creatures might be able to decipher]
...Oh bother.
((loss start))
Durge, not usually being a donkey, is quite startled to find himself with two more legs and usual, and in his alarm has both upended and broken his bed rather severely as he attempts to get his...feet...so to speak.
This carries on for a minutes before he manages to stop crashing into things, followed by a forlorn sounding bray that anyone who either understands animals or horse-like creatures might be able to decipher]
...Oh bother.
((loss start))
011 [ action | dictated ]
Mar. 6th, 2012 08:33 pmbonniewitch[Bonnie has spent most of her morning in the castle kitchen baking cupcakes. It was a new hobby of hers and she was enjoying it a lot. She was currently waiting on her fifth batch to be cooked, the other batches all neatly set out and beautifully decorated. Before this, Bonnie would never have considered baking to be relaxing in the slightest and yet she felt at peace when she was in the kitchen.
There were around fifty cupcakes in total and the final batch would take it up to about sixty. Much too many for Bonnie to eat. After switching off the oven and taking out the last batch to cool, she cleaned her hands and opened her journal to announce:]
Free cupcakes! Come to the kitchen if you want one!
((ooc: open via the journal or in person at the kitchen!))
There were around fifty cupcakes in total and the final batch would take it up to about sixty. Much too many for Bonnie to eat. After switching off the oven and taking out the last batch to cool, she cleaned her hands and opened her journal to announce:]
Free cupcakes! Come to the kitchen if you want one!
((ooc: open via the journal or in person at the kitchen!))
first election [ dictated / action ]
Mar. 6th, 2012 08:38 pmfourtythirdThree weeks. Three weeks without marking any changes, without seeing the results of our actions hanging over us. I'd consider it a break if I hadn't heard what could lie ahead. And if I weren't still in disbelief over that.
[ She'd taken herself to the library that afternoon, wanting to see something different - something refreshing. The book that she'd been reading back on Galactica was still there, or rather the one that Bill had been reading to her. And there was only so much that she could sit around. For anyone near by? She's slowly perusing the many shelves ]
It's a nice explanation, if you're easily lead, and after what I was first shown? I'm not prepared to believe it. There's a way out of everything, every situation or any trouble that you can find yourself in - experience has told me that enough.
[ She may have been along for the ride and watching most of that but she's had her own fair few situations also ]
And I'm not foolish enough to be without hope. It may seem bleak here but I've seen prospects far worse, and I'm not ready to give up on that just yet.
[ She may have given up on being President, wanting to quit after the disaster that was Earth (and even a little before that from her illness) but she wasn't prepared to believe that she'd simply be stuck here. New Caprica they'd sorted and had been rescued from, this was no different ]
[ She'd taken herself to the library that afternoon, wanting to see something different - something refreshing. The book that she'd been reading back on Galactica was still there, or rather the one that Bill had been reading to her. And there was only so much that she could sit around. For anyone near by? She's slowly perusing the many shelves ]
It's a nice explanation, if you're easily lead, and after what I was first shown? I'm not prepared to believe it. There's a way out of everything, every situation or any trouble that you can find yourself in - experience has told me that enough.
[ She may have been along for the ride and watching most of that but she's had her own fair few situations also ]
And I'm not foolish enough to be without hope. It may seem bleak here but I've seen prospects far worse, and I'm not ready to give up on that just yet.
[ She may have given up on being President, wanting to quit after the disaster that was Earth (and even a little before that from her illness) but she wasn't prepared to believe that she'd simply be stuck here. New Caprica they'd sorted and had been rescued from, this was no different ]
onlyanapple[Today, anyone on Castlenet will find a new annoying game, sitting there, waiting to suck away all your time and energy. It seems a certain demon is feeling much better now, and is catching up on lost time by making the rest of the castle miserable.
There had been that business with Legato, of course, but he wasn't foolish enough to let people know he was involved in that. No need to get lectured by the do-gooders when he didn't want to be. He'd done his part, as far as he was concerned.
So, he's relaxing in the kitchen, a glass of wine beside him as he flicks through the journal]
You people have been far too tense about everything lately. Time to sit back an enjoy life a bit. Seriously, the castle messes us about enough, you don't need to mess each other about and add to it all. But it's human nature, you can't help it.
So I've given you a gift. To help you work through the meaning of life. It's on Castlenet right now. You have to play right through to the end to get the answer. [There is no answer]
You're welcome.
There had been that business with Legato, of course, but he wasn't foolish enough to let people know he was involved in that. No need to get lectured by the do-gooders when he didn't want to be. He'd done his part, as far as he was concerned.
So, he's relaxing in the kitchen, a glass of wine beside him as he flicks through the journal]
You people have been far too tense about everything lately. Time to sit back an enjoy life a bit. Seriously, the castle messes us about enough, you don't need to mess each other about and add to it all. But it's human nature, you can't help it.
So I've given you a gift. To help you work through the meaning of life. It's on Castlenet right now. You have to play right through to the end to get the answer. [There is no answer]
You're welcome.
seventh problem [ dictated ]
Mar. 6th, 2012 09:18 pmwithmymindTroubling. No logic, no patterns, nothing to describe it. It's not magic.
Notes without sense, no commonalities. No meaning.
Has to have meaning.
It happened before. Not exactly but similar. February 29. February 11. January 25. December 18. December 5.
There are more.
This was different. It was louder. Saw more, heard it. Nothing to say but it was there. Still not a voice.
Troubling.
Notes without sense, no commonalities. No meaning.
Has to have meaning.
It happened before. Not exactly but similar. February 29. February 11. January 25. December 18. December 5.
There are more.
This was different. It was louder. Saw more, heard it. Nothing to say but it was there. Still not a voice.
Troubling.
Eine - The Rittmeister Arrives
Mar. 6th, 2012 11:17 pmthe_enemy_ace[The letters that appear on the page is in a fine, elegant hand. Clearly, he is treating this as an exercise in potentially creating a historical document. After all, he might be here for some time.]
My name is Hans Von Hammer. I was brought to this place, this castle, from 1945. I doubt anybody here will know my name, thus it is important to make some things clear.
[Those from the DC universe certainly might know the Hammer of Hell by reputation.]
I served in the Luftwaffe, the German Air Force. For the second time, I flew against the young men of many nations. It was what had to be done, what duty and honour demanded. In war, the terrible arithmetic leaves few choices worthy of the name. If there are any members of the one-testicled madman's machine here - you have an enemy now. I have seen what you did, how you corrupted my homeland and left the innocent to burn alongside you in the ruins of your despotic empire.
But I remember a better time, when I served under a different flag. It was still a war fought at the gates of heaven, and still terrible - but there was a code of honour then. It is that code, that loyalty I still follow.
I am unsure what I will do here, or even how long I will survive. But for the first time in years, there are birds. And though I am separated from the sky, there is peace. Respite. That is devoutly to be wished.
Lastly, I understand that everybody can read this. I find this a fascinating mode of communication, magic or otherwise. I will, of course, engage in conversation.
My name is Hans Von Hammer. I was brought to this place, this castle, from 1945. I doubt anybody here will know my name, thus it is important to make some things clear.
[Those from the DC universe certainly might know the Hammer of Hell by reputation.]
I served in the Luftwaffe, the German Air Force. For the second time, I flew against the young men of many nations. It was what had to be done, what duty and honour demanded. In war, the terrible arithmetic leaves few choices worthy of the name. If there are any members of the one-testicled madman's machine here - you have an enemy now. I have seen what you did, how you corrupted my homeland and left the innocent to burn alongside you in the ruins of your despotic empire.
But I remember a better time, when I served under a different flag. It was still a war fought at the gates of heaven, and still terrible - but there was a code of honour then. It is that code, that loyalty I still follow.
I am unsure what I will do here, or even how long I will survive. But for the first time in years, there are birds. And though I am separated from the sky, there is peace. Respite. That is devoutly to be wished.
Lastly, I understand that everybody can read this. I find this a fascinating mode of communication, magic or otherwise. I will, of course, engage in conversation.