Apr. 10th, 2012

[personal profile] eraserfied
[Ari was dead, and then he wasn't. Not that this hasn't happened to him before, but he distinctly remembered that he wasn't supposed to be brought back to life this time. The thought occurred to him that maybe he was in heaven or something, but if he was then heaven really sucked. His neck still hurt and his wings still really hurt and if he was supposed to be dead then they wouldn't hurt anymore. Or at least they shouldn't. It only seemed fair.

But when Ari opened his eyes and looked around his new room he was even more confused. He should have known that the lack of antiseptic smells meant that he wasn't in the school, but this was much nicer then any room he's ever been in. Everything was pretty and quiet and the bed felt nice and even though the window made it a little bright for his sensitive eyesight it wasn't that bad.

It took a minute for his brain to register that there was a book next to him. It was still kinda sluggish after being dead and all. But he saw A-R-I on it and he could remember that was how Max said his name was spelled. Even though he couldn't read he opened it up anyways just to see what was inside. But when he did open it up he was immediately disappointed that all there was in there was a bunch of words that he couldn't even read and that wasn't helpful at all. He growled, frustrated and thoroughly confused now. Maybe whoever brought him here was making fun of him since he can't read.]


Just my luck. It figures I'd only get a stupid book.

[Ari still didn't know where he was or why he was even alive so he threw the useless book across the room and the satisfying smack it made when it collided with the wall made him feel a little better. What he didn't realize was that the book was magical and he could have heard what had been written down even if he couldn't read. Or that it was also recording all of this when he opened it up. Even if it couldn't take pictures of the extreme close up of his warped, wolfy face, or get an aerial view of flying across his room. It could at least capture his gravely voice and the very loud smack as it hit the wall and landed page first onto the floor. As well as the muffled recordings of Ari pacing around his new room as if looking around enough would somehow help him figure everything out. He wanted to know what was going on and he wanted to find Max again.]
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[So Fluttershy has been helping clean out the library in what she thinks is the best way - leading the loose animals out. Fortunately, her talent with animals is working, so they're calmly following her through the castle hallways, as her aim is to get them outside. So, Paradisa, enjoy your animal parade. Just what's in it?

Lions tigers and bears, oh my!
Giant squids and three little pigs,
Ugly ducklings and puss in boots,
I'll stop the poem and render it moot.

Basically, imagine any animal you please and as many as you'd like as the Pegasus leads them on...]
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As a reminder, we've been warned to not open the books in the library and that a lion might still be loose in the Castle. I'll be following up that immediately after this briefing.

Did anyone suffer any lasting damage to their rooms following last week's flooding? I'll be checking the foundation of the Castle, personally, and double-checking any emergency equipment.

[Doctors Five and Eleven + UNSC + Alan Bradley + Hard Harry]

I'm already beginning preparations for Friday, which is the 13th again. The last time this day happened, multiple residents reported hearing voices or footsteps in the hallways. We attempted to evacuate the Castle without much luck, but it seems like that threat may not have been real.

I, personally, will be unavailable from Thursday at 1200 to Saturday at 1200. You can reach me over the journal or through the frequency in my helmet, which will be connected to two hand radios I'll be giving to Alan Bradley and the Fifth Doctor in the case that the journals don't work. I'll also be out in the hangar built by Noble Two if both levels of communication fail; I can't be in the Castle on Friday.

[She doesn't add that she can't handle it, or just how much the last Friday the 13th messed with her. Instead, closing the journal with a soft flick of a page.]
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[As he speaks, he sounds as if he is speaking directly to each person who hears it, it almost sounds personal.]

Well now. This is a rather amusing book, isn't it? So much you have to say. So much indeed...

You know, I've taken up a new hobby? Of course you don't, you hardly even know me at all, do you?

It's enjoyable to sit here and just listen.

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Apr. 10th, 2012 10:33 pm
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Paradisa, and to those who may recognize my hand writing, you're right. It's me, Sakura Haruno, or properly Haruno Sakura, though I'm guessing which majority is still around here. I owe a few apologies to those I -- [ a pause in writing; ] -- lectured over the past week, so:

My apologies. (Especially to Mr. Phoenix Wright and Mr. Sherlock Holmes.) I'd probably do it again if we were in the exact same situation. Sorry about that, too.

Sherlock, you said I'd be hearing from you. Mr. Mystery, you should get yourself a better name. Jacob, thank you. You heard from me yesterday Mark, but like you said, Monday made it make sense. Further thanks to Fenris, Nudge, Rin, and everyone else who spoke with me. Joshua, you're a -- what's the word? "Troll?" I actually like the trolls, so I think I'm just going to call you and the other people pretending to be my journal jackasses. Donkeys haven't done me any favors that I can remember.

Raine, Altair, Evangeline, I hope you've acclimatized well.

Now if someone could tell me where my damn dog is I'll be a happy camper for once. His name's Scooter, and that's -- I'd like to find him.

And the pond's up a Magikarp. Not sorry about that one.

[ Also literally exiting the castle to go in search of canine. Scooter, babe, she hopes you weren't running off to the DZ again. Did someone here take care of you? Down in the city? ]

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