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[takethat]

[A flour-covered Phoenix may be found in the kitchen bright and early on March 7, adorned with a yellow and white striped apron, and merrily rolling out cookie dough. His journal is open nearby, and he's talking over it.]

So, it's Purim! Or at least, it will be tonight. I don't think it counts for very much here, since the castle seems to be pretty choosy about what holidays it celebrates, but I wanted to make hamantaschen anyway. So, uh, anybody who wants some, please let me know!

[There's a delay as he's cutting out circles from the dough, and then a splatter of prune filling on the journal.]

...if you don't know what they are, they're cookies with fruit filling in the center. These are prune flavored. Don't knock it til you try it, but I can make apricot, too.

[And with that, he goes back to making his cookies, plopping the filling into the center of each one and pinching the cookies into triangle shapes. When finished, they'll look a bit like this, though considerably less perfectly-shaped. A couple are definitely still round.]

( Maya )

( Edgeworth )

((ooc: Jewish!Phoenix is headcanon, not actual canon. The more you know.))

(no subject)

[caligulas_aquarium]

( Filtered to Feferi )

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[jetset]

[ so, jet is walking up to his room with dro, right? and he's casually flipping through the journal, reading through anything interesting that catches his eye--

and then suddenly... he's not there.

the journal drops to the floor. dro instantly goes on alert, because what the fuck, growling deep and low. after a second, he picks up jet's journal in his mouth, and goes looking for him. ]

[ ooc; loss start. you pick the place when you tag, and assume that jet has just appeared out of nowhere wherever your character is. dro will be roaming the hallways looking for him, so if you wanted to run into a giant tigerdog, that is a thing that can also happen. c: ]

(no subject)

[kalinda]

( Those who are learned in or otherwise employed with practicing law. )

( Those who work in enforcing the law, regardless of morality or technique. )

[Now that those filters are out of the way, she cannot help but muse in the journal.]

This place is the slap to the face for pretty much every skeptic, isn't it?

The impossible happens at every turn, who's about to pinpoint when it's all about to make any sense.

Not that I'm having trouble adjusting, it's just... [There's a pause, and perhaps a sigh, maybe a chuckle under her breath.] Hard to believe that there are a distinct lack of answers.

ℙ the sixth;

[eternityalone]

[Katherine is enjoying the Olympic-sized, heated, indoor pool that the castle has. It's been a long time since she's actually thought to relax in this way and it's doing her good to clear her mind. In the process, though, she does also feel certain things rattle loose on her, making her thoughts very productive to say the least.]

( Morgana )

[She'll continue swimming for a bit, then pause, moving to turn the journal toward her a bit more at the edge of the pool. Her arms cross over the cooler cement, supporting her weight as she turns to a new page where she jots down the following question. Anyone listening might hear the slow slosh of water, and the slight damp that comes from her hand resting to the page.]

written; Public ]
[ETA: Once the Salvatores left, Katherine filtered this from anyone from Mystic Falls.]

With all this place has to offer, is there something you're still looking to find - to learn?

---

[She'll leave the journal open and move to swim a few more laps, expecting to reply to things when she rounds back to the end of the pool where her journal sits.]



(ooc: open at the pool or over the journal. those that visit her at the pool, she's in this.)

23 spells cast

[kungfuwitch]

[The winter's taken its toll on Phoebe. It's dark, cold, snowy and she's had to moisturize four times a day just to keep her skin from cracking. All that wears on a girl's spirits after a while. She grabs her journal and dictates (Only sounding slightly whiny...)]

Ugh. I'm so done with winter. Really. I'm from California! We're not made to handle snow. This dry air alone is just ruining my skin.

[She sighs as she slathers more moisturizer on her hands and arms]

You know what I haven't had in ages? A spa day. You know, manicures, facials, the whole nine yards! Oh that just sounds too good right now. Anyone know of someplace here where a girl could get a little TLC? Better yet, any of you ladies out there want to join me for a girl's night out?

((ooc: Open over the journals to start. I'll put up a thread if there are any takers for her spa day :D Come join her!.))

XIX.

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy had spent the day flipping through his journal -- the old one -- and reading back on everything that had happened in the past year he'd been here. And even before. It went back quite a ways, further than he could even read.

There were a lot of people he knew that weren't here anymore. People he liked, people he didn't like, people he only had one conversation with before they disappeared.

And as he went further back, the number of people whose handwriting just stopped showing up after awhile was staggering.

With a heavy sigh, he closes the book and picks up the new journal, opening it to the first blank page. It was always a blank page, wasn't it?

That's the nature of this place.]

How many people have been here longer than a year? When do most people seem to disappear?

Forty Fourth Sip

[mal_addict]

[Maladict really isn't in much of a better mood. She's tried to focus on other things, however, to keep her mind off wanting to punch certain stupid people in the face multiple times. She's sitting in the dining room, sipping a cup of coffee, doodling vague turtle shapes in her journal as she dictates]

Does anyone else find their attitude towards going home changes the longer they stay here? Not exactly contentment, but...I don't know. Almost a sort of familiarity? I wonder if that just comes naturally after getting used to this place, living here for so long, or if it's something the castle itself is doing to our minds. Trying to lull us into a false sense of security. Make us want to say.

[Though she's still homesick, though she misses the Disc and have people understand her culture and her way of life without having to explain it...she doesn't feel the same drive to leave as she once did. She doesn't like it, it's worrying]

Something to think about.

(no subject)

[voicelessvoice]

[Open your journals today, Paradisa, and you may just find this intruding all over your pages.]

( Read more... )

[Alternatively, if you don't want to bother trying to decipher her attempt at handwriting on the bottom right of the page, there's a young girl kneeling in the middle of the floor in the lobby, journal resting on her lap. She's staring at it with a really puzzled expression, staring at all these question marks she made and hoping someone will get it.

Then again if someone tries writing back...well, she hadn't thought about that and it would be a pain since she's illiterate, but she heard voices, so she's hoping for voices in response...and yet a part of her is terrified of the idea of getting a response of any kind.]