Case #06. Wut.

[cantacquityou]

 

[One day, nearly a fortnight ago, Miles Edgeworth disappeared from Cair Paradisa to seek temporary, reclusive solace at a hotel in the City Royale. He alerted no one of this little vacation, and ceased all communication with everyone - be it through the journals, or otherwise...

...but he's back - however unintentionally - and not in any way he could have ever foreseen. His clothes - remnants of a white undershirt and reddish-pink pajama-bottoms - are in scorched tatters. 

In one hand, there's a 4.5 ft. baguette. In the other, a machine gun...A gumball machine gun.

...and with that, he is chasing a massive growlithe around the castle grounds. 

Perhaps you're one of the unfortunate souls to witness this. After all, there is a perfectly rational explanation.

...maybe.]

Demigods are not food

[waterproofed]

[Percy awakes in the clinic with a start, immediately looking to his hand where he was bitten. He seems to be recovered]

..huh. Guess I'm okay. What the heck was that, anyway?

Seventh Time - Let's all do our best from now on! [dictated/open]

[losemycherry]

Good morning, Paradisans! Everyone who calls this castle and its grounds their home, please hear me out!

Some of you I have met before, but to everyone else, you may call me Sister ****. I used to be so confused, always searching for something that could bring meaning to my life. I thought I knew what that was, but now I've found out how wrong I was...so very wrong. I sought fulfillment in flesh, when all I needed was spirit - the spirit of God.

Any of you who are feeling empty or lost, listen to your heart. Repent of your sins and follow the LORD. Only He can bring solace to your life here; He who is omnipresent, definitely has dominion, even here in Paradisa. Turn away from the lies of the devil and free your tormented soul from its bonds!

Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. - Prov. 3:5-6

007 :: Dictated

[lifeandpride]

Now that the excitement is over, I do hope that things will get back to normal.

Are all those who were injured or sickened doing well? Are we missing anyone?

[He hesitates, as if to say more, but decides against it with a sigh.]


[OOC: Ukitake will be going around to check on some of his closer acquaintances. If you're on the CR list feel free to run into him, in action, or have him show up at your door if he knows it. If you feel you should be on the CR list but are not, give me a PM. :3]

Moving Out (Sort of)

[peacockherald]

( Carson Beckett )

[In the meantime, while he waits for Carson to get back to him on that - 

He has taken up residence away from the Castle. Sorry, but poisonous lobsters running about? Really? He has dealt with some strange and scary things before, but after the 29th day, the eclipse business, Paris - he has just had enough of this Castle for the moment. 

So Vanyel has made himself a small camp not to far from the Castle, about midway between it and the village. Yfandes is of course there with him, and she quite agrees with this camping business only because it is spring and the weather is lovely and she too is worried and tired of shenanigans.

Vanyel is sitting cross-legged on a blanket, a small pot over a fire, making himself some soup whilst his Companion doses beneath the shade of a nearby tree, and the journal out beside him as always, like a loyal dog.

Already it's ten times better than the Castle - for now.]

I think perhaps it is time to renew the search for a way home.

Twenty-Third Negotiations; Dictated

[succubitch]

It seems I had chosen a good time to finally move out of the castle, with all the excitement that was going on in the past couple of weeks. Then again, I suppose we were overdue for some kind of attacks.

It's an adjustment, getting out of the castle after living there for over a year, but not an unwlecome one. There's something to be said about having a place to call your own, as I'm sure others can agree.

It took a little longer than I had originally planned on taking, but I suppose I have Lana to thank for that. After all, she wanted to assure I had the perfect place. [Can you hear the mocking tone in her voice?] So thank you, Lana. All your help has been greatly appreciated.

Mission 010 ~ Departure [Dictated]

[noblefive]

( UNSC Filter )

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For those who knew 'em, Naomi-010 and Black Box are gone. Likely gone home.

☠ 037

[molotov]

[This afternoon, Molotov is single-minded. She's fed her bears, checked on things at her office, been bitchy to Brock twice -- all of her daily tasks are completely done.

So now, Molotov is going to the pool to relax.

But Molotov Cocktease does not just go down to a pool. No. She takes over the pool, with music and drinks and everything exactly to her specifications.

Because she is both insane and a bitch.

Luckily for the rest of Cair Paradisa, Molotov's specifications for a poolside lounge are very nice and relaxing. And she's in a good enough mood to invite people to her little party.

The journal is dotted with drops of water as she speaks, since she's already been for a dip.]

Those of you who are not busy right now should really come to the pool. No splashing or screaming.

[Then there's the sound of water moving as Molotov goes for a few laps.]



[ OOC: Open! There's no guarantee she'll be nice if you're on her listed of hated people, but everyone is free to come enjoy a relaxing afternoon at the pool! ]

12

[shipper_on_deck]

[so some time after the lobster attack and after checking up making fun of Fenris, Isabela's going to be straightforwardly meandering towards a specific set of rooms. And if that room conveniently happens to be Hawke's or if she happens to find her on the way, what of it? You can't prove anything.

So she hesitates as she comes to the blank nameplate. The handle turns easily at her touch, no need to pick the lock. And the room is as barren as ever, except for the default castle furniture.

Flipping open her journal.]

Looks like Hawke managed to escape the castle. Either that or the lobsters ate her. I'm hoping for the former, but you can't ever be too sure. Those lobsters were sneaky little buggers.

Speaking of which, where did they even come from? Don't tell me somebody was keeping them as pets. Because honestly, you could have gotten a nice dog or a cat or a parrot or even a carp. Ugly demon-possessed poisonous lobsters of death? No. Unless you're a mage. Then you might have an excuse, I suppose.

[frivolous words, but whatever. And she can be found a bit later, parked in her usual spot at the bar on the second floor.]

~ forty-first fairy tale

[too_fairytale]

in one of the clinic's isolation rooms, Amy Pond has spent the past several days in a space lobster-induced coma, having been bitten in the face on day three. She isn't human right now, but her Flesh body is so close to the real thing that the space lobster couldn't tell the difference, and the venom has affected her more or less like it would any other unremarkable human.

That hasn't stopped her husband Rory from worrying himself sick, though, and trying to pass it off as garden-variety run-of-the-mill over-protectiveness while he helps with the other patients as they're brought in, treated, and released when they finally wake up. Amy's sort of lagging in the waking-up race, but now it's her turn.

She swims back to consciousness simply by opening her eyes, and blinking up at the ceiling in vague disorientation. The last thing she remembers is the young man who came to her assistance picking her up to carry her into the clinic. Now her mouth tastes like mothballs and she feels like she's hideously overslept an appointment of some kind. Swallowing, she licks her lips and tries lifting her head a little to look around]

[ooc: open to all in the immediate vicinity, and then over the journals after she gets properly situated!]

19

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris awakens in the clinic rather groggily...and to the sound of jinggly bells. The second part being rather unusual, it takes him a few moments to realise someone has put a Christmas elf hat on his head.

(Spoilers: It was House)

He makes an annoyed sound, picked up by the journal open on his bedside table as he takes the blighted thing off and throws it across the room]

Did anyone kill the creature which was stalking the halls?

[Never mind that he's trying, and failing, to get up to make sure it's dead himself. He's really not well enough to be getting out of bed, but good luck telling him that. Good thing he doesn't know about Hawke yet]

[[ooc: Open in the clinic or over the journals!]]

one hundred and seventy-nine:

[dreams_in_red]

[today's ink color: emerald green]

Did anyone keep a victim count this time around?

♈ Bitty Aradia: Post an illustrated account of events from approximately the last 168 hours.

[psych0p0mps]

[You don't know what that means, so you draw in your journal instead. At about... four in the morning. She alternately dictates narration between them, or hums tunelessly as she draws.]


hell0 all the pe0ple
this is a picture 0f me and i wr0te my name with it
i had an adventure a little while ag0
i was in the big castle and there were m0nsters!

( cut for length & image-heavy )

[Even though the all clear has been given for the castle, Aradia while in exile found a nice quiet place that makes her comfortable, and has decided to come back partly out of boredom. So yeah, anybody who happens by the McManus brothers' church in town, early in the morning, may notice a little girl chillin' in the nearby cemetery, humming to herself and doodling.

Open for journals or action!!]