(no subject)

[exanimatus]

Which one? I like the red dress better than the brown one, but I have a lot of red. It's going to be summer, th--hey! Are you paying attention to me? Put the journal down!

I'm reading. [a pause.] The red one's fine.

You're supposed to be helping me decide! And you just said that to say it. [A swoosh of material as she turns to the mirror.] I'll go with the brown one. You're no help!

You decided, didn't you? Besides, they look almost... [another pause.] Ugh, exactly the same.

What the hell does that even mean, Bloodsucker? They're completely different! Tch, men. I don't know why I even bother.

[.........THUD.]

Nothing to say? I-- [hold up. That was a thud. Asuka turns around. Then, she laughs.] That's really overdramatic!

[no answer.]

Knock it off, you're being more embarrassing than usual.

[still no answer. like he just passed out or something!]

[Aaaaand now she sounds a little freaked out. Her voice is louder, but that's because she's closer to the journal when she reaches out to shake him by the shoulder.]

I'm not kidding! Stop it. Zelman?


[[ooc: ZELMAN & ASUKA. posting kind of early for the first victim! Asuka will be freaking out responding to things, but if anyone decides to check his vitals, he is dead. except for the part where he will continue to give off body heat and has very sloooow circulation sans heartbeat. so only mostly dead. the hideous purple mark is on his arm. D':]]

3.14

[fredless]

[She'd been so distracted by Wesley, Fred almost let the day get away from her. Pi day, to be more specific about the entire thing. She couldn't even be certain why it mattered so much. There was the comfort found and math, yes. The idea of just what that number meant. But more than that it was a way she could mark the passage of time, she supposed. Add up her days in a place that didn't always make sense within the confines of something that absolutely and completely did.

So she stayed up most the night baking -- homemade, not wished -- apple pies. Apple pies with all the scents and spices and associations with a certain small kitchen in Texas. And despite the long hours, Fred came out the other side of it feeling better.

So now there was a familiar booth set up in the library, serving pie. Hot, fresh apple pie. With ice cream too, if somebody was so inclined. A small bowl of pins with a familiar symbol rested beside them]

Happy Pie Day, everybody. If you're interested, there's a bit of pie to go with it.

[More than a bit, actually]

( Read more... )

♈ Aradia: Be the bitty.

[psych0p0mps]

[Why, what's this wandering the halls today? It's a little girl, maybe four or five years old, who happens to also be an alien. She seems distressed, and so sounds the little voice picked up unwittingly by the journal.]

hell0?
is anyb0dy there
m0mma im l0st where are y0u

((Aradia's a wiggler! Headed to work but will respond asap.))

Second Drink

[wastheexample]

[Haymitch has finally decided that maybe, maybe, Peeta isn't crazy and they really are living in a magical castle with people from other worlds. Maybe. Of course, that doesn't mean he's not on his guard. Even if this is what people say, it doesn't mean Snow or any of his Capitol stooges couldn't show up and ruin everything. Given what Finnick told him about the future...well. Better to be safe than sorry.

And Haymitch was prepared to keep those kids safe rather than sorry at any cost.

And so, he's sitting in the Lux, occasionally glancing at the drink of whiskey he can't have until someone hands it to him, flicking through his journal pages. Eventually, he deigns to talk]

Okay. So let's say I'm more willing to buy this magical castle idea. I want to know more about it. What makes it tick. Some of you have been here for years, apparently, you must have learned something in all that time.

I'm sitting in the Lux, if you'd like to play sharetime. We can have a drink, learn a thing or two. It'll be fun.

(no subject)

[foughtfortheusers]

[There's a soft, confused rumbling noise in the background as the one making the entry contemplates the book in front of him carefully. While speaking isn't exactly an easy thing for him anymore... He could always write. Have some mechanically precise text in the journal.]

Is this the user world? How did I get here? [There's an annoyed growl.] Where is the ISO?

How can I return to the Grid? Do not belong here. Need to find the users. CLU needs me there.

[The sound of growling and restless pacing can be heard in the background as he hasn't even bothered to shut the journal on finishing the entry.]

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

[Filtered against First-Gens]

[Yuan sounds serious, tired, and grouchy. But doesn't he always?]

I've been down to the prisons. No one is left inside.

This has been a long time in coming. I know that many inside and outside the Peace Patrol have noticed its decline. The inaction, the indecisiveness, action too bold or too secretive when it was taken...a lack of focus. We tried to be everything we could possibly consider the castle needing to keep order, and in taking on so much, we began working at cross-purposes to one another.

This is the official annoucement, then: The Peace Patrol is disbanded, as of this entry. The main headquarters area will be repurposed as a general information and gathering center, and remain secure in case of emergencies. Those who have materiel in headquarters, please claim it; anything that remains by the end of the week will be stored securely elsewhere.

Those who still have an interest in making the castle a better and safer place for others, I encourage you to do so. The remaining facilities are at your service - use them as you see fit. Form your own groups, if you choose, but any groups so formed will be better off starting fresh without the stain of association with the Patrol in any case. I will not be forming my own, nor will I be joining any such group myself, but if anyone would like assistance with something specific, I'm willing to hear you out.

( [Martel] )

( [Doctor] )

((OOC: So that's finished. I checked, and Legato has been moved. Anyone else who was still in the prison, please assume that your character woke up in bed in their room at the castle, or wherever else you please - we're going with 'the castle did it' on this one, just to bring closure to the whole mess.))

(no subject)

[dupable]

oh man, i just realized that next month is april!
which means that i will be fifteen soon.
that's pretty crazy, especially considering i think i still look about the same age as when i first showed up here at paradisa.
in fact i am almost sure i do.
i think that was always part of the castle though, but it's still really frustrating to have to deal with.

[ he stops writing for a minute so he can flop over on the lobby's couch and kick his feet up on the top of it, head hanging over the edge of the seat. When he starts writing again his writing is somehow worse... which considering how chicken scratching his handwriting already is that's pretty sad. ]

it doesn't feel like i have been here that long though, and sometimes i forget about all the things that i am supposed to be doing at home.
ugh, bluh. ok i will stop talking about myself to you guys!
this is probably really boring to read anyways.
i think i am boring myself a little bit!