❥ 1 [dictated]

[whathedoves]

Haha, this is embarrassing. I seem to have been caught unawares! What next?

Ahem.

Salutations, dear readers!

I can't say I ever thought I'd have the benefits of living so well! Presuming, of course, that I am still living? Who knows!

Purgatory, then! I should have consulted my Alighieri. Does some pure maiden await my presence in the world, to guide me onward and upward?

Well, Beatrice or no, I find myself in quite the predicament. This must be how our forefathers felt in the vestige of the humans' world, before doors were more accommodating to birdkind. In the absence of an object of desires long-lost I will instead be happy to accept, for lack of a better phrase, a lift. A reversal of my usual approach to escorting a lady, to be sure. If someone could kindly lend a leg up, you'd have my thanks. And my thanks, like my love, is greater than gold and warmer to the touch.

Of course! If we are to be so intimately acquainted, I must first give you may name. You may call me Yuuya, fellow readers. I'd offer my wing if I could. Let's embark on this enlightening journey together, shall we?

I hate to beg, and brevity is the soul of wit. I can't presume to take more of your precious time, for a gentleman is never a windbag.

I will remain faithfully yours, mes amis.

Adieu!

○ 019 Transmission

[helljumper]

[The lobby would get the presence of one ODST this lovely afternoon, who was currently occupying himself with cleaning his weaponry off to the side of everyone else. Mostly to keep the mess in a more secluded, less traveled area, but also so he wouldn't draw too much attention to himself.

Which would have worked, if it wasn't for the fact he was still wearing his armor.

Right now, though, Rookie was using the very easy-to-do, muscle memory task to think. Occasionally glancing over towards his open journal, before he went right on back to the part in his hands with a shake of his head. This continued on for a good minute or two, before he finally gave an expressive roll of his helmet - mostly at his indecisiveness - and tossed up a filter with a sigh.]

( UNSC )

(ooc: Backdated to the afternoon of Wednesday. Also open for any and all, seeing as it's an open lobby post too. :3)

❀ fifty-one unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

[Harmony has decided that she wants to help people. It was her path a long time ago. At least, she thinks it was, but either way - she's made up her mind. Helping people is what Dr. Lance Sweets did, and it was what Angel and Cordelia did. Even Cupid did it to an extent. A slightly backwards extent, but still - his intentions were good. She's already figured out what to do with Dr. Sweets' old office, but she wants to just start everyone off on the same page. The same journal page, so to speak.]

You know what we don't ever do? We don't use the fact that the journal can make us all anonymous at any point that we want. It's a magic book and we all put down everything that we want to say to other people, but what about the things we never want to say?

We can just use the journal and we can clear the air.

We can have a fresh start, a real one - not just a fresh start because the journal gave us blank books.

It's been two months since Dr. Sweets left and I miss him more and more every day, but he would want us all to do this. He'd want us to express the things we can't say to other people. I want to help. I'm not a doctor like Lance and I'm not really someone that everyone knows either. You might not even know who I am now, even though I'm talking to the journal.

But I do want to help. [She takes a breath and exhales it.] So, I'm going to start. I'm going to say ten things to ten people. They might not even be in the castle anymore, but I need to say them. I need to get them out of me, because every time I start to think about it, they just... well, they impact me.

If you want to do this, you can do it here. You can put all those feelings right in this journal entry. You can do it anonymously or you can do it yourself. Just get them out. What's that saying? Out with the old and in with the new? I think it's about time that it's out with the bad and make room for the good. Maybe someone will read this and they'll feel the same way. Maybe you finally letting something out will help someone else. Maybe they feel the same way or they understand and haven't been able to tell you either.

I just don't think letting all those feelings stay stuck inside of you can be good.


(ooc: Yes. This is an IC meme that will have actual impact IN-GAME. Recently there was discussion on Plurk about this, I decided to test it out.)

033 Red Letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

Alright. I know there's been talk about a book club or whatever for a while. But, like a lotta things here, it seems like a lot of "we should" and "we'll do" and not enough "let's DO this."

So. This is me. Doing this.

I found a book in the library that looks pretty cool and if anyone else wants to read it, too, just let me know and I'll have the ghosts bring you a copy. It's called Ego and Enmity and the Undead. So, what do you think? Any takers?

♟ Third Move

[so_bored]

[Dictated:]

Once there was a beautiful woman. She was the envy of all her friends. Throughout her life, she was given everything by the other humans, favored for her good looks.

There was a man, exceedingly strong, who was just as favored. He, too, got everything he ever wanted.

And, lastly, there was a woman who was rich and famous. Life was easy for her.

One day, the three stood by the edge of a cliff. First, the rich lady jumped off the cliff. As she neared the end, she realized no one cared.
Splat. Dead.
The strong man jumped off the side next. As he approached the ground, it dawned on him that he was really a weak human.
Splat. Dead.
The beautiful woman who had been given everything stepped off the side of the cliff.

And as she neared the puddle of blood and bones below her, she realized with fright that she was a very ugly creature.

Splat. Dead. Nothing.

[ooc: Yeahhh… Izaya’s feeling a little morbid today. Open over the journals! Please fill out his permissions post. Not necessary, but really helpful to me. Also, I'm sorry about my slowness with him! His voice just came back to me, and I'm rearing to go now! c:]

second trial ރ mediation

[associate]

[ Ten days. Ten days in which she's spoken to a few people. Ten days of realizing she isn't returning to Chicago.

She spent a few days thinking about the law or lack thereof at Paradisa. She thinks she has a solution, or at least an idea she can propose. Starting a firm takes work. It takes money. It takes resources. It also takes clients. She can't focus on the endgame. Alicia always stays in the moment.

Back home she was dealing with financial issues, an overbearing mother-in-law, trust issues which have transferred... But, she had a job to funnel her energy into.

She puts her pen to journal paper. ]

Hello. My name is Alicia Florrick. I've been informed that Paradisa doesn't have a set system of laws. [ Or, a firm. Or, practicing lawyers. She's not interested in establishing one. ] But, I wanted to offer my services for mediation. If there are those here with disputes they can't solve themselves, I'm open to helping both parties reach a sufficient settlement.

[ Hell, at this point she'd be a contract lawyer. But, all things in due time. This is simply her first immediate idea. ]

( [ kalinda ] )

( [ filter to those who practice law ] )

fourth ★; [ action ]

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Hop.

Hop.

Hop~ ]

Poyo~

[ Kirby didn't feel up to drawing today, so have a pink ball jumping on the couch in the Lobby, quite enjoying himself. He wasn't allowed to do this when he visited his friends at the castle back at home, but this wasn't the same castle. Besides, he could have fun here without any parents or anyone telling him to stop! ]

Poyo poyo~ Poyoyoyo~  [ he laughs a little as he jumps especially high, not a care in the world at the moment. ]

First Bullet || There's a lightning storm each and every night || [Open]

[theleader]

[The journal lies open on the beside table, but the sleepy former Deputy doesn't notice it.]

Lori? Hey Lori? Do y'think we can have fried eggs for breakfast?

[Rick mumbles sleepily as he rolls over snuzzling against the figure next to him. Right. No more eggs. They weren't on Hershel's farm anymore, they were on the road again...

He sighs through his nose and buries his face against what he believes is his wife's neck, pressing his body more comfortably against her back. Normally, he wouldn't bother asking, but... this morning he's oddly comfortable and feels rested. With a kiss placed to the back of the figure he's currently cuddled up with's ear he whispers.]

Carl's still asleep, what do ya say we make the best of our time alone?

[There's a rustling from next to Rick, before a loud, angry redneck drawl.]

WHAT THE DAMN HELL?!


((This post is open over the journal. And Daryl will very likely be threadjacking.))

♫ 3 [broadcast/journal]

[both_neither]

[For anyone near their radio tonight, the channel suddenly crackles to life with a somber song. It plays all the way through without comment, like a message in it's own right. Silence lapses for a few moments before a voice finally pipes in.]

I wonder, if you lose what defines you, can you still be that thing? Can I be a musician if I can no longer make music?

[Can I still be a man, if I look like a woman?]

I guess that depends on what it is you're missing, hm? A lot of people say it's the experience that makes a person, but even that's not a sure thing here....

So what’s a bird without wings to do? I could be a soldier, I suppose, but that was never me. Not really. If I'm gonna fight again, it'll be for a cause I believe in.

[The greater question was, what might that be? He had a feeling that attempting to be on friendly terms - if friendly was even a word he could use - was going to result in a little conflict here and there. Spike and Julia being around pretty much guaranteed that.]

I don't know. I'm sure I'm not the only one that feels this way. A whole population with pieces of themselves missing...there has to be at least one person in that whole lot to help you somehow...fill that hole.

[He'll just...let that question hang. God knows if he'd succeeded at that himself. This song will begin to play while he thinks that over.]

((ooc: So, yeah, impromptu radio show. Feel free to assume the journal catches this by accident as well. He'll keep playing music long after this post as well.))

first cheer [ dictated / action ]

[formercheerio]

Coach?

[ Quinn frowned, putting her hands on her hips. She was outside and facing a castle, certainly not where she'd been a moment ago unless the halls of McKinley had had a very good makeover ]

When you said you wanted to see me I didn't think that kidnapping was part of it, I thought that we were past that.

[ She sighed, clearly dissatisfied by the lack of an answer. It didn't make sense though, and why would Sue bring her here? Or how? Quinn certainly didn't remember seeing anyone in the hall a minute ago... they'd won Regionals and she'd heard that Sue had wanted to see her, and the halls were empty at that time. So... ]

Not a Cheerio initiation trick then, although Santana would have told me if there were any new ones. That leaves Warbler, so much for wanting to do things fairly. We've already won, or are you really that sore a loser? It's not going to get you to Nationals, although hopefully this time to jail.

[ Not that she was really the best person to kidnap to affect New Directions - wasn't Rachel top of that list? ]

You can come out now, joke's up, it was funny. We're done.