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[selfless]

Um, e-excuse me. [Anyone who knows Colette might notice that her voice sounds slightly strained, and there's a pause (almost like she notices it too) and she clears her throat]

I saw one of those monsters, it was outside of the laundry room. But, I didn't get a very good look at it before it disappeared... I'm sorry. Whatever it is, it's really fast! It's black, and not very big, but that's all I could tell.

It might still be in this area, so I'm going to keep looking for it... If I see it again I'll be sure to say something right away. [there's a deeeeeep breath before she sets aside the journal for a second. Phew, she doesn't feel good at all, and it was starting to show in her voice again by the end of that announcement. So she'll just sit down for a moment to collect herself. Bluuuh, space lobsters suck]


[ooc: feel free to respond either over the journal, or in person :) She's just sitting on the floor of the 7th floor hallway! She did get bitten, but it'll take a little while before she's out completely, she's just feeling a bit feverish and sore around the bite-area. Also, this is backdated to a bit earlier in the evening.]

30 Blueprints -- Filtered

[teds_out]

[Shortly after this pleasant experience...]

( Aradia )

lobster?

[traken_master]

[The Master is in his room. He used his TCE on one of the lobster things and is prodding it with the tip of a knife. It appears dead. The Master has his journal open and dictates to it.]

So, my fellow captives. The castle has decided to become infested with something that resembles a lobster. I've managed to shrink one with my tissue compression eliminator. I'm debating between dissecting this thing and simply boiling it for my dinner. Lobster is, after all, quite tasty.

032 Red Letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

Hey, uh, about that evacuation that people were talking about. Sooo is that happening or what? 'cause I still see a lot of idiots running around the castle trying to catch or kill this thing and I don't know about the rest of you but that seems like a fucking stupid idea to me. I mean, seriously, people are dropping like flies and you think you can catch it?! Are you stoned?

So, any of you who don't feel like being munched on by whatever the fuck that thing is, Mark and I are in the Eleventh Doctor's TARDIS and there's plenty of room if you want to join us.

( Filtered to the kids of the castle )

[True to her word, Nora and Mark are in Eleven's TARDIS til this all blows over. Nora's currently sitting on the floor in the console room with blank cards and art supplies around her. She has a pile next to her of cards she's finished.]

((ooc: Backdated to Friday evening. Mark may or may not be planning on relocating said TARDIS to a safer spot if things get worse, so be prepared for a bumpy ride. Feel free to threadjack!! :D

And, yes, every single person who gets bitten will have a hand drawn get-well card set next to their beds. Never say she never did anything nice for any of you numbskulls))

Hit 002 ~ [Action/Dictated]

[midhitgrope]

[Like hell was Rocco staying in the castle when the residents were dropping like flies.

He's already out and going to the church as soon as he hears Connor's announcement, but it's a short-lived escape. Before he's even made it to the elevator, he feels a sharp pang on his ankle.]

Shit! One of those blob bastards got me, man!

((OOC: In person or over the journals.))

(no subject)

[deterrence]

( Natsuki )

[she knows better than to walk around alone when a possible threat is on the loose, so Shizuru has been in her room, weapon in hand, keeping her eyes peeled for the moving shadow-blob she's spotted a few times already. The door is left ajar, just in case. Well. It's a precaution she best not need.

The open journal catches the thunk of falling metal against carpet, and then --

movement, fast despite its stops and starts --

she's faced moving bullets, but this is pesky on another level altogether. She gets a few hits in, not that they're going to be of any help when]

...oh, bother.

[yeah, gonna...haul her increasingly unresponsive body over to the door right...about...now]

[ooc: sorry to post and run, I wanted to get this up in time! this is open to anyone who might be passing by in the halls.]

007 [Dictated]

[youfallback]

( Ira Tower )

[Her voice just isn't as forceful and sure as it usually is,] Maine's gone.

019 ~ Do your duty - [Action/Dictated]

[demontobeloved]

( Floor Filter: Terrere Tower )

---

( Filtered to Clinic Staff )

---

[A demon shimmers into place in the hallways of the Tererre tower, looking rather serious and agitated. Dare you bug him?]

((OOC: Feel free to bump into Cole in the hallways!))

A ceathair - erin go bragh!!

[spiritusaequitas]

[there's the sound of laughter as Murphy cracks the journal open, as well as various crashing and swatting and -- well -- SHENANIGANS]

Oi! OI, shut up! Shut up shutup shutup, I'm doin' it. I'm doin' the thing. Put a fuckin' lid on it.

[AHEM. a vaguely thicker-than-usual Irish brogue drifts over the journals]

Arright. Top o' the Mornin' to ya, Paradisa. Name's Murphy, an' y'might've heard my brother Connor offerin' up th' church in town as a safe place for y' to all come crash th' other day. T' those of you tha' haven' found a haven yet, we've still got room, an' yer all welcome.

But that ain't what m' here t' talk t'y' 'bout. [a pause that is definitely not him taking a swig from a bottle of beer, oh goodness no, not at all. and certainly not his fourth already]

What m' here t' talk about is twenty-four hours near an' dear to my little green Irish heart - St. Paddy's Day. I could spend all day tellin' ya 'bout St. Patrick an' how he was a shinin' example of th' grace'a God 'mong the people, an' all th' good he did - or what he means fer Ireland as a whole, an' how ultimately th' message of th' day is t' spread love t' your fellow man same's God'd want ya to do, an' not judge anyone lest y' be judged yerself --

[he dodges something, and there's a smash quite near to the journal. dishwater leaks onto the journal pages]

-- FUCK OFF! I'm GETTIN' TO IT --

[AAAAAAA-HEM]

... but really we all know th' real point of it is t' get together with friends, eat a lotta good food, drink all th' beer we can get our hands on, an' have ourselves a good time so we remember life don' always hafta suck.

An' then, maybe t'morrow we can all see 'bout drivin' the black pieces a' shite outta th' castle same as good ol' St. Pat drove th' snakes outta Ireland. C'mon down, m' brother's cookin' fer everyone and I'm in charge'a the beer. Everyone's Irish t'day, no matter what'cha look like, where yer from, or what'cha believe in.

... Okay, Roc, m'done, y'can keep messin' with his shit, now.


((OOC: SAINT PAT'S PARTY at the church! Come and tag yourselves in!))

24 spells cast

[kungfuwitch]

( Fourth Floor and Ortus Tower Residents )

((ooc: Feel free to spot her running through the fourth floor or Ortus Tower. Also - she WILL be going into rooms if there's no answer, so stubborn people beware!))

001 || dictated/action || backdated to Thursday

[accidentalrebellion]

[Every person has a breaking point. The point at which no matter how strong you are, now matter how hardened you are by experience, there's a limit to how much shit you can take being flung at you.

Katniss had already been dangerously close to approaching hers when she'd been pulled off that hovercraft and straight into a new world, and her time in Paradisa certainly hadn't drifted her off of that course. Everything that has happened since she's been here has only been one confusion or frustration right after another, culminating in Haymitch's last stunt. The more she thinks about it, the angrier...--

There's only one thing to do.]

( Followers of the Mockingjay )

( Cinna )

[She's all but determined to put as much distance as she can between herself and the castle when something catches her eye. Enough to cause her to momentarily put those plans on hold. Off in a field over to the side of her, it looks like there are.... targets.

Not unlike the ones in the Training Center back in the Capitol. The one she shot a bullseye into while the Gamemakers ignored her.

But any chilly deja vu she might be registering will have to be put aside, because there's a certain practicality associated with this. Where there are targets, there might be weapons. And currently? She has no weapons.

Well, that's good enough reason for a detour.]


[[OOC: Sorry, this is completely unrelated to lobsters! Katniss will be having a little teenage temper tantrum to herself out in the woods (in response to recent events) to cover my hiatus next week :) And action at the shooting range is open to all!]]

two tests

[valuedstrength]

( Lux filter )

[Public: dictated]

I found Max unconscious in the Lux kitchen. I'm going to take her to the Clinic. Whoever is taking care of these things? I want in once I get her there safely.

[This would be the sound of him picking up Max and rapid footsteps. He is walking out of the Lux as fast as he can with his journal still open on top of her.]

Assuming they don't come back for you later. If they do then I'm staying with her until it's over. Just let me know either way.


[ooc; Responses will be icly delayed until after he gets Max set up in the Clinic.]

011 || (mostly) action

[common_name]

[It happened faster than the blink of an eye.

At first there was one. A thing that came out of nowhere, bit her on the leg, and disappeared before she had the chance to even attempt to figure out what it was, or the chance to gain any useful information to avoid the inevitable subsequent bite that only served to weaken her.

With a now slowly fading grip on the world, there are only two things that Julia can (barely) register about anything that's happening. One, that she's being carried somewhere, and that she doesn't have the strength to fight it. Two, that there's pain, blinding pain, throbbing on her legs and her arms, spreading through her entire body like wildfire. The kind that makes her breathing short and ragged, that makes it all the more difficult to keep her eyes open.

In one last fighting attempt to maintain consciousness, she sees something. A vague black form scurrying across the ceiling. No, make that... a very large vague black form. Possibly more than one, she can't tell. Following them. Pursuing them. But her eyes won't let her ascertain any more than that. She tries to say something, but it's too late. She's slipping, and time starts to become muddled....--

... And the last thing she knows before she fades for good is the sound of gunshots.

It's the one indicator of the scene that comes through over the journals.]


[[OOC: Sooo. Shit just got real. AKA, this is your catch-all fighting post for Day Four of the plot! This post will consist of six subthreads:

Ten Minutes Ago - The Castle - Floor Seven - Room 705 - Evacuated Residents - Journal Reactions]]

006 | Dictated/Action | Taking place after the evacuation

[alwaysaquestion]

[There's a rustling sound as Renee's journal falls open on the ground besides her feet. Chances are she doesn't notice because she makes no move to pick it up. Instead the sound of a gun being loaded is heard.]

I gotta hand it to you Wade, you come prepared.

That's me! I'm kinda like a boy scout that way. But, you know, a lot more awesome and I don't sell popcorn. Maybe I should start selling popcorn... You get everything you need? Because I got more stuff if you didn't.

Let's see...guns, bullets, knife, nun-chucks. I think I'm all set. Apparently the things we're after are pretty fast, so we shouldn't get too loaded down.

I just wish I had a flamethrower. You'd think being here as long as I have would mean I would have a flamethrower but nooooo that's the one thing I don't actually got. Oh well. We'll just have to deal with it the old fashioned way: Lots of bullets.

Yeah, and hope we don't miss. Wait...did you hear that?

[There's a small sound, like something is moving in from a distance.]

I hear it.[And then there's the loud sound of gunfire for a few seconds as he fires in the general direction the noise came from] I think I got it.

You can't be sure these things move fas-ah! [There's another round of gunfire as one of the black balls of goop get a little too close for comfort.]

I don't think the bullets are working.

[After that Deadpool's just going to be moving closer to Renee right now. Just in case.] We just need to shot them more. Probably.

fourty-ninth labyrinth

[lord_wizard]

[After Ray's entry, Felix has had just about enough of this.

There are too many bodies piling up, and coma or not, it has to stop. He didn't just start Chimera for his own amusement.

The trouble is, of course, is that he still has no idea what he's dealing with, but he has a clue now, and that's enough to push him into motion. It's up to other people whether or not they want to follow]

I'm sure you're all aware we have something of a situation on our hands.

If Ray was correct we have ourselves an origin of this...infestation. I for one think we should try to stop it before it gets even worse. In the very least, there are three people unconscious up there, if nothing else inspires you to action.

I'm going, but I would appreciate a little help. I don't know if anyone knows how to kill these creatures, but if anyone has any information on how to deal with them, speak up now.

[The lobsters got his boyfriend, ok? He mad.]

( Chimera members & allies )

((ooc:After I get a decent group of responses, I'll move the resulting action to this thread. Other people can feel free to tag along at any time))

Edit: The rescue party will be starting out in this thread first. Go ahead and get in on that

11th Little Hope ~Written

[toyhopes]

[The following is written in very careful, very neat handwriting as if it had been practiced many times before and as if the writer is trying to hide the fact that she is 8 years old.]

I have a very important question to pose to the people in the castle and the town: What makes a good leader? Does knowing that come with being grown up? Does being able to take care of people well come with being grown up too?

26 traps filled with unconscious ghostbusters

[ectobabble]

[Ray's voice is breathless, and he speaks fast into the journal. behind him there's the soft but distinct sound of slithering - wet, fast slithering.]

Guys, guys, guys, I found where they're coming from, the creatures - and get this, they look kind of like little lobsters, only ... like they burned and melted at the same time and got all --

-- squishy --

[there's a pause as he struggles to stay conscious. he knows he's fading, but THIS IS IMPORTANT]

I'm on the seventh floor, near Spike Spiegel's room - it looks like they tried to attack him and Julia, they're out too ... and one got me, so I dunno how much time I've --

[the squiggling, squishing, slithering gets louder]

OH, SH--


[thud. slither, slither, slither. a thin black slime obscures the bottom of the page.]


((OOC: And there goes Ray. Clearly, he won't be answering, but everyone can come and find him and Spike and Julia and set up an assault here in the big plot post!))