Cae-a-Toloth

[inafadingcrown]

[This evening, Galadriel sits in the lobby, dictating into her journal and idly watching people as they pass by. As casual as she sounds, this is something that has been preying on her mind for a long time.]

It is curious, is it not, that none have yet discussed the implications of those who have returned with memories of this place? Mayhaps we wish to ignore them to save ourselves distress, but such things are seldom productive. And I would take truth over a false comfort.
Does not this open up the possibility that none of us return to our homes upon our departure? Who is to say that any number of former residents are not trapped elsewhere in this world, living false lives and unaware of their true identities? It is a discomforting thought and I have no more answers than the rest of you. Yet I feel it is a question that need be posed.

[And with that out of the way, she resumes her normal routine- reading a classic book from Earth so that she might better understand the references- before she remembers why it’s a bad idea to do so. Fortunately, she was reading nothing more dangerous than Robin Hood. She finds herself with a bow and arrow in her hands, a target in front of her with an arrow already in the bullseye. She looks down at the weapon and back up at the target.]

I believe the castle has chosen the wrong elf for this task…

second snare

[fanstheflame]

[Gale had heard about the chaos that the library had turned into, but he hadn't quite been prepared for it. he'd navigated through the mess just long and far enough to find the Gardening section, then nipped back out and taken his book down to the relative calm of the lobby. he could have brought it back to his room, but -- well, he wanted to be around people in case something happened when he cracked it open.

there's also a small notebook laid out on the little table in front of him as he sits down, pencil in hand. the book is massive, and old, and embossed on the cover with a pattern of vines. fading gold leaf reads "Plants of Paradisa"]

Well, here goes nothing.

[he eases the book open. at first it seems normal enough - detailed ink drawings with a color plate every other page or so, and detailed descriptions.] Huh, perfect. Just what I was looking for.

[leaning forward, he starts to take notes, idly dictating as he does so] You guys, I think the books are back to normal now ...

[ONLY, they're not. Vines and seedlings are starting to sprout up around Gale as he studies, peeking up from between the couch cushions and the cracks in the sidewalk. anyone wandering through the lobby is welcome to spot the sight and clue a brother in]

039. Bring It On Home

[samson]

( in the woods..... )

[And because things are awesome for Brock, his journal happens to be open nearby.

Deep in the woods.

For no reason.

Goddamn you, magic castle.]

Oh, you're fucking kidding me!

[ooc. open over the journal or in person if you happen to be out that way :3 he found his precious car in the woods, all rusted and gross, weh ...]

First Walker Down

[tellittothefrogs]

[Because Carl isn't aware of how magical this book is quite yet, he's writing everything down. Forgive any misspellings he makes, audience, he's only twelve.]

My name is Carl Grimes and I'm looking for my parents. I dont know where they are or the rest of the group but were not supposed to split up anymore.

[There is a pause and a small scribble on the page, because Carl's pen stopped working for a second.]

My moms name is Lori and my dad is Rick Grimes. If anyone knows where he is or who he is can you tell me please?

001 || Voice

[broketheworld]

[The voice that comes through is muffled as the book is being held closely to Topher's chest. He's far more interested in his surroundings than he is in flipping through a book]

The rabbit hole exploded with the White Rabbit and now... No. No, this is backwards.

[More mumbling that is too faint to make out. Finally the book is moved away from his chest.]

Small flurries of thoughts. Important thoughts. I'm not suppose to--

[His voice is overlapped by the sound of the journal being thrown]

--thinking. No more thinking...

4 Salvaged Memory Boards

[zeke_developer]

Hmm...Porygon? Turn a little to the left. [The sound of Huey's "virtual" pokemon can be heard in the background] Pory?

That's good, that's good. Now, hold that pose for a bit, so I can render it on the computer.

[Huey's hands move rapidly over the keyboard, entering the vector information for yet another of Porygon's numerous body facets, as Huey seeks to digitally recreate his digital pokemon, for the purposes of studying it safely.]

Okay, you can relax for a little while. It'll take a while for the program to compile the new surface I've added. Porygon!

[Now he turns to his journal, curious about something.]

So, who else got to keep their pokemon when we came back? Porygon's been a tremendous help in my research. I'm even thinking about giving him a nickname, I've gotten so attached. Just wish I could've picked up one of those upgrade discs I heard they make for him. Even if I never got to use it, it still would've been neat to analyze the data they contain, see exactly how the upgrade works.

[Filtered to Jenny Sparks]

Got a minute? I've got your wireless radio finished. It's waiting for your voiceprint for activation. If I did the math right, it should be able to withstand around 10 gigavolts or so before it shorts out.

Making the best of it

[traken_master]

[The Master is in his room, tinkering with machinery. Thank to this latest oddity with the books, he now has the means to build robots to keep his rooms clean. He feels like talking, so reaches out and opens up his journal.]

You know, my friends, this strangeness with the books isn't all bad. I personally have found a cookbook and a book on robotics to be quite useful! Even the book on mathematics proved stimulating; the results reminded me of a place called Castrovalva!

[He pauses to tighten a joint, before continuing.]

Anyway, the Doctor, the one wearing celery, recently suggested to me that the Castle was motivated by schadenfreude, which means, for those who don't know that word, enjoying or getting satisfaction from other's misfortune. I think this highly likely. Therefore, we should not accomodate it. We should make a concerted effort to find something useful or entertaining about its peculiarities.

Don't worry, I'm not suggesting we become complacent. However, if we deny it what its goals, we may weaken it. We can try, at least.

♟ Fourth Move

[so_bored]

[Izaya soon found out how these books worked. He’s got a load of books in his arms, some on deserts, others on oceans, a couple about crabs, a few on music, one on chocolate, etc.

And now he’s creeping down the halls, checking to see which rooms are unlocked. If there’s no one inside (or they happen to be in the bathroom or something), he sneaks in, flips a book open, and leaves it there, fleeing for the door.]


 

[ooc: Open! You can have your character catch him in the act or out in the hallway. Or your character can scream over the journals and he’ll reply anonymously ;) Go ahead and pick what book Izaya opened! Please fill out his permissions post. Not necessary, but really helpful to me. ]