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[prevenge]

[Dated to... after the Pokémon plot ended, before anything else weird began.

Rin is in Galadriel's room, crouched in front of what appears to be a giant pot holding her new Maractus, which came back with her. She stares at it rocks back and forth and makes weird cooing and burbling noises to itself.]

Weeiiiird... [Ah, breathless. And then her attention switches to the journal.]

Hey ev'rybody! I'm back! I don't remember anything that happened last week, mostly. [An exaggeration but.] But it was kinda fun, huh? I like these weird animals! They're a little scary too, though.

xiii λ dinner

[assassino]

( Cristina and Stephanie )

fifty-seven shots

[echivoc]

[ backdated to earlier during the day ]

( filter; ino )

[ Now that that is done, Cross has wandered into the library to do some more research for this wedding. Of course, he is aware of the situation with the books at the moment, so he only opens ones that really catch his eye, and that won't drape him in lace or other crazy stuff. Today, his research is on what the main courses will be for dinner. One book he opens sets up several bowls of different Indian-inspired dishes around him, and another dishes from France.

Wow, how has his Idiot Apprentice not raided the cooking section yet???

One dish in particular earns him being covered in curry. Not cool.

But, this totally makes a lightbulb appear above his curry-covered head. Where is his journal...aha! ]


( filter; molotov )

[ ooc; Feel free to run into him at the library! :D ]

☇three.

[20thcentury]

[It's late at night, and Things have been eating away at one (1) Spirit of the 20th Century.

She's feeling homesick, and stupid because she feels homesick, and sick because she can't remember what home is like, and stupid again because how can she be homesick if she can't remember her home to be sick about.

It's a real conundrum.

But in the meantime, she's just sitting at a table in the library with a stack of London pictorial books strewn around her. Every so often she'll open one, flip to a page, and be rewarded with a small scale model of the particular landmark she's chosen.

It's embarrassing and self-indulgent, but she's fairly certain nobody will be visiting the library at this time of night anyway.

The tiny bells in her tiny clocktower go off to mark the time, the chiming picked up by the journal she's got open nearby.]

What a sad little thing you are.

third cheer [ dictated / action ]

[formercheerio]

[ That morning Quinn had gone to the library. She'd been intending to read, although apparently the book that she'd picked up (Gone With The Wind) had had other ideas. She'd put it back, finding another one (Jane Eyre) and had found the same results ]

You know, it's one thing to be brought here, then get flood out and taken to some strange other world before waking up here again. That's all crazy enough, but apparently you can't even do a simple thing like reading.

[ Those results? Each book that she opened she became dressed in the period that it was from. Oh joy ]

I might have opted for drama but I'd like to choose when I'm in a costume, and just trying to read? Not a moment I'd have chosen.

[ And she's putting the books back. As nice as the costumes are? No thank you. Too crazy ]

First Log [Written]

[seventhfonist]

[The words form slowly on the page in neat handwriting, lacking flourish indicative of someone accustomed to writing large amounts in little time. The hesitation becomes less noticeable as the entry goes on.]

This is Locrian Sergeant Tear Grants of the Oracle Knights requesting information.

A cursory inspection has revealed this place to be completely unfamiliar. Requesting information on location and means of arrival.

[The writing paused for a moment as she inspected her surroundings.]

If you have captured my with malicious intent, you will gain nothing for it. The Order will not negotiate for my release.

twenty detention slips

[delincuente]

Well, that's not what I was expecting to happen.

[Alex doesn't know how a copy of 201 Pomeranians got into her tote bag, but she's instantly glad that she decided to peruse it on the front lawn rather than in her bedroom. Because right now, she's sitting on a low branch of a trees, watching as a veritable sea of fluffy dogs mills around and yaps up at her. The book is still buried somewhere, trampled beneath itty bitty paws, and Alex is as good as trapped.]

If anyone knows, like, a dog catcher or something? Yeah, that would be totally great. We're gonna need one freaking massive doggie crate. 

re:take 2

[midget]

[ To those who frequent the church, there's a little blond girl sitting at one of the pews, flipping through her journal. She speaks up after a few minutes of reading. ]

So I was gone, and then I was selling Magikarp, and now I'm back here. What a pointless endeavor. If you were going to kick me out, Paradisa, why did you bring me back?

[ There's a sigh as she continues. ] It's been about seven or eight years for me. I'm not sure how long I've been gone in Paradisa's timeframe, but it doesn't look like much has changed. [ A small pause. ] Except for my room. I'm fairly certain I was in a different tower. What's the point in giving me a different room? Couldn't I just get my old one back?

Magic castles... no sense of common decency.



[ There's another pause. Longer, this time. Then, added in as an afterthought- ]

Oh, and to those who purchased a Magikarp from me?

I'm not apologizing. You all deserved exactly what you got. Stop being so gullible.



[ Open in person or over the journal, obviously. :|a ]

4 ⓢ physics

[supes]

[Wow, not exactly what he expected, but cool nonetheless.

Clark is sitting in an alcove off one of the halls, with the ceiling lights in that corner turned off. He's got a laser pointer in one hand and an open book balanced against the podium of a bust sculpture, and he is turning the laser pointer on and off periodically. It seems the book is about light waves, so the castle is making light in that area move slow enough to be visible to the human eye. Clark is pretty sure he's getting to the point where he can see those things on his own if he kicks into superspeed and microscopic vision at the same time, but it's fun to experiment without, you know... cheating.

When he turns the laser pointer on, light comes out looking very strange. It's like someone put a kink in a lightsaber, when he moves the laser pointer around.

He laughs.]

Very cool, Paradisa. It took some trial and error, but I finally managed to find a book that would tinker with physics a little bit. I've got light that moves slow enough to be seen without a flashgun that moves at a billionth of a billionth of a second.

Third floor, if anyone's curious.

[Yes, this is how you do two days before your wedding. Mess with physics.]

008 :: Action

[lifeandpride]

[In a small corner of the library, you might notice Ukitake there, sipping tea. As people pass, he'll nod in greeting, but it's after he thinks no one is looking, you might notice something suspicious.

Someone is having far too much fun for his age. On the desk beside him, there's a stack of books, each and every one of them on the topic of candy and sweets. It seems innocent enough, until he opens one book, turns it over and shakes.

clickclackclackclick...clack

That would be the sound of hard candies falling onto the hard wooden table. He flinches at the sound, not wanting to be caught, like a child with his hand in the cookie jar, but this was far too much fun to miss.

...The only way it could be more fun, is if Kyouraku were here.]