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[shipper_on_deck]

[hey guys, did you miss this particular handwriting?]

“The Ballad of the Blight Lobster”

Here, standing at the precipice of change
Stands a warrior, strong in limb and hale in wind.
A steadfast glint in his eye, as he warily tracks the fell beast.
Let me tell you the tale of the dreaded Blight Lobster.

( I swear this is amazing you should all read this )

-75- You've Got Another Thing Coming

[luckyvalentine]

[bathtime is supposed to be relaxing. It is a time to unwind, surrounded by bubbles while reading up on the latest castle gossip, and it's normally something she's really good at. This time, though... she can't quite manage to let her problems float away. She can't quite hit that level of peace needed to settle back and calm down. So what does she do when she's feeling upset and unsafe, and knows exactly what would fix that but is being kept away from it?

Complain about something completely unrelated, of course.

...Well, mostly unrelated. The path of logic makes sense in her head, anyway.

For a while, there's just sloshy bathtub sounds as she flips through the journal. Then, suddenly, there is griping. Coming across this little gem certainly doesn't help.]

...What's next, a killer clown? ...Oh, hey, how about some of those eco-terrorist guys? Maybe some hallucinogenic mushrooms.

[and then, hoping Spike is listening] And, while you're at it, why not throw in a cowboy in white who looks exactly like a certain skinny bounty hunter. That would be just great.

[and then an annoyed sigh and she sinks lower in the water]

...I swear, it's like someone left the trapdoor between here and home hanging wide open. What gives...

004. [dictated]

[forehead]

[it's been little over a week now that Himari's been stuck as a penguin and she just waved it off as some kind of a dream for the first little bit. But then it went on a little too long to be that so...

Today is the day he abruptly turns back to normal.]

Ah...

I think I was a penguin for a while?

022

[vengefully]

[Being outside training as usual not too far from the castle, Sasuke is working on his chidori manipulation, practicing on a few targets which isn't anything too strange if it wasn't for the sword-like shape of lightning that he attempts to use to cut down the target he was practicing with from a distance.

It's kind of varying on whether it hits the target since it's still something he's working on, either way, Sasuke isn't looking that impressed with how his training is going at the moment. Feel free to bother him or interrupt him, and try not to get hit?]

Syntax Error 11

[wizard_redfive]

( Filtered to people she knows )

[Spring might not be Dairine’s favorite season, but there’s something to be said about that nice warm weather. Right now she’s outside, reading a book under the shade of a tree and looking far more relaxed than last week. Care to bother her?]

Nineteenth Spell

[courageous_wit]

For those of you who responded to my earlier question, thank you. I have compiled the list. Please note, this list only represents time periods for those who are originally from Earth. I don't mean to exclude anyone not from Earth.

Next I'll start working on residents who come from the same version of their world.

( Time Period List )

[ooc: this list is only based on the responses Hermione got on her last entry. If you want to add your character's time period to the list you still can!]

[ 01 ]

[thegirltwin]

Action | Face to face:

[Nina had been bracing herself for the sweltering, crackling heat of a burning library. Instead, no sooner has the glass of the window shattered and the fire extinguisher tossed away, than she finds herself what seems like the hallway of a luxury hotel.

It's such a strange slip of reality, of the kind Nina is not accustomed to at all, that her first and most immediate thought is that she must be dreaming. How much of what lead up to this is a dream, too? It seems impossible to tell.

But everything feels too vibrant and real to be a dream, somehow. She wars with two contradictory thoughts -- that she's dreaming or that she's been somehow taken here, either Johan himself or by someone hoping to curry his favor -- but neither of them truly make satisfactory sense.

She takes a few steps down the hallway, trying to orient herself. She must be losing her mind. That's the only possible thing that makes any sense. But how...? The thoughts swam even as she moved uncertainly down the hallway, trying to force herself to recall something to jar her back into reality. Nothing worked! Why didn't anything work? Her heart began to race, and she felt reality slip away from her no matter how she stuggled to hang onto it. This couldn't be happening! It couldn't be! The harder she tried to get a mental grip on reality, though, the harder it became to stay focused on anything but confusion and fear.

Out of the corner of Nina's vision, a door opened, but she couldn't get a word out before she fainted, hitting the ground.]

[ooc: Anyone who wants to can come take care of her. ;; She's going to need some help. I hope I've done everything right!]

Dictated | Unfiltered | Sometime later:

Is this how it's supposed to work? I think I've got it, but I'm not sure. This is so strange. I've never had to talk into a book before.

Should I introduce myself? My name is Nina Fortner. I want to make sure I understand this place, so if there's anything at all anyone can tell me, I'd be very grateful. I don't think this is right, though. Kidnapping people this way. I think that's --

No. One more thing. If you see a tall, blond, man with blue eyes, about twenty years old, please tell me. It could be very important.

Bad Hair Days [Dictated]

[wishmadeinfire]

[Ashura glares into the mirror in his suite, his hair something of a mess. He had been having to keep it braided or up in a messy (yet stylish) bun the past few days. His time asleep thanks to the lobster had done him no favors, and he feared he was going to be in need of a professional to help sort out the long locks.

He reached out to briefly touch Felix's lamp on the desk and then opened up the journal - ]

Does anyone know of anyone in the castle or the town that is good with hair? Mine is in need of assistance.  

⩪ 00:11

[deminuit]

[ the journal falls open to the midnighter's voice, low and growling. ]

--othing better to do with my time, so I actually might check up on you in a few days. Or weeks. Or months. And believe me, if you think a broken leg and a couple of cracked ribs is anything to cry over, wait until you see what I do to--

[ he pauses. and squints. the sound of someone whimpering faintly in the background can be heard before the journal is picked up. ]

Fucking thing.

[ and he shuts it.

after finishing his conversation with he pleasant townsperson, the midnighter is off again. the night is still young, and he's sure to find something else to do or someone else to hit in this tiny godforsaken city. he's all over; on rooftops, in alleyways, in a bar for a short while... who wants to run into a vigilante on the job? ]


[ ooc; open post! we'll assume that any replies over he journal are coming like, hours later, when he's back at the castle. feel free to run into him anyway in the city royale, doing anything: beating up a random thug or sitting on a rooftop or whatever. ]

two

[linguistical]

( Haymitch Abernathy )

[ He spends the next few moments tapping the journal with his pen, flipping through the pages of another book sitting beside him, wrapped up in his own thoughts. He scribbles down a few pointless things in different languages (number of shelves in Italian, assortment of food he found in the fridge in French, list of numbers in German, and an old Jaffa military tactic in Gao'uld), before finally turning attention to the journal proper. ]

I'm curious... some of you have been here a while, right? Couple of years? Does anyone know how much of this continent has been explored? [ A beat. ] And, have you ever found anything... interesting?

001

[sixguns]

[There is someone new in the castle. Perhaps you've noticed, likely you haven't. The journal in the room is open, though. Who knows why? Maybe the castle's having a laugh.

[A man is lying on the too-large, much-too-comfortable bed, and he's just waking up.

[There is a sharp intake of breath, and then a low, desperate murmuring.]

O My Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of Hell and lead all souls to Heaven, especially those who are in most need of Thy mercy...

[A pause, then louder.]

Fuck.

[The bed creaks, and someone stumbles over to the book, leaning off to one side. Hello, book.

[He is an older man dressed in black, black and black, with a thick Irish accent.]

Y'get ugly rooms in Hell.

[Something smudges the page. Blood?]

An' books what write themselves, apparently.


[my first post in this new place. still gettin the hang of it. feel free to tell me if I'm buggering this up!]

xi λ cristina

[assassino]

( Cristina )