009 :: Written

[lifeandpride]

I seem to have lost track of someone. I'm looking for a young man, perhaps fifteen to seventeen, with beads wrapped in his gray hair. He has memory problems so he may not know exactly what's going on. He's not very talkative.

I ask only just to be sure. His name has disappeared from his door, after all, but I have taken on some of the duties of caretaker for him, and I feel a responsibility to check.

His name is Senri.

(no subject)

[rarities]

[Filtered to those who have lost memories of someponyone else]

... Yes, ah, hello. I do hope this is working ...

I was wondering, for those of you who have lost memories of another pony ... or, ah, excuse me, person -- what do you do about it? Have you met the person you've forgotten? Is there any way to get back those memories?

Because I ... [a pause, and there's a sniffle over the journal. she'll be dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief before continuing] Well, it seems I've lost all of my memories of my little sister, and ... I just -- I just don't know what to do!

026 spells cast

[kungfuwitch]

( Filtered to anyone friends with Peter Petrelli )

Fourth Lesson // Setting things straight [Writtten/Locked to Mark Hunter]

[ruined_jaw]

[Now that Jono is starting to acclimate to Paradisa once again, he figures it's high time he took care of one last piece of business that's leftover from the last time he was here. It's an unpleasant piece of business, but a necessary one. Anyone listening to the journal right now will hear the tapping of a pen on the page, and the faint sound of music playing in the background, the occasional whiff of sulfur coming through the page. Finally, he pens in a filter, and sets to work...]


( Filtered to Mark Hunter )

[Now he's just going to sit in his room, the occasional sound of a playstation being the only thing identifying that his journal is still open, and wait for Mark to reply.]

written;

[hostess]

Does anyone have any first-hand experience with the care of birds? Parrots, specifically.

(- Filtered to anyone ever involved in the Host Club -)

I want to take over.

#10

[blue_sniper]

[Bucky's up on the roof. He hasn't been on the roof since he got here, but now seemed like a good time to do it. He's also drinking wished-up whiskey, and even though it tastes like hell, he doesn't care. He wasn't drinking it for the taste. His journal is open beside him, and he turns to it. He stares at it for a few seconds, and then starts a filter.]

( [Filtered to Steve] )

[He sighs, and wishes up some more whiskey.] And just when I think this place might not be so bad, it goes and proves me wrong.

sᴇᴠᴇɴ

[confidente]

( c a s t l e n e t p o s t -- the personal blog of dr. john h. watson, 001 )

[ A little after he makes that post he opens the journal, not saying anything straight away though. Multitasking can be difficult. ]

Does anyone know of any puzzles? Riddles? Mysteries? Difficult ones preferably.

(no subject)

[midget]

[ If anybody enters the kitchen today, they'll find a tiny girl sitting on top of a counter and swinging her legs. She has some cookies next to her, but she's working at them pretty slowly. Not like a kid would.

She's a little preoccupied by something that's bothered her lately. After a few minutes, she makes a few filters. ]



[ Anybody who knew her before Unova (i.e. during her first visit) ]

Did I ever talk about my past with any of you?


[ Anybody who's left and come back with memories ]

Did any of you lose something else when you came back?



[ She leaves her journal open, waiting for any replies...

After a few minutes and polishing off the last cookie, she jumps off the counter and heads to the fridge.

What she finds leave her flabbergasted.... so she wishes up a normal piece of paper, scrawls down a note, and leaves it in the fridge. ]



[ ooc: open via journal for peeps who can see the filters, or in person in the kitchen, or via note in the fridge ]

♈ Aradia: Open for business.

[psych0p0mps]

[Filtered away from first gens and bad guys]

Hey, everyone! Aradia here. I am happy to report that the New West Outpost is finally liveable! Well, technically it was liveable several weeks ago, since I have been living in it. But now it has actual bathrooms.

[There's a quick VWORP sound. Hamstucks may recognize this as the alchemiter noise.]

I'm about to set up the transportalizer for it, and then you guys can come and go as you like, instantaneously! It'll be a great place to hang out even if you just want to get away from the castle for a while. And if you have any construction experience at all, it would be super especially great to have you, since obviously the place is only half finished. Just let me know.

[A few seconds, and then...] ... Hmm. Where should we put the transportalizer?


[OPEN FOR JOURNAL OR ACTION. Aradia can be found moseying about the castle, looking for good places to put a transportalizer pad. Someplace convenient, but secure... help her out?]

100.7 - we don't need another hero

[hard_talker]

( Nora )

[Mark's mind is still pretty occupied, at the moment, so while it might be a surprise to the residents that he's just going through the basic motions, tonight ... he's not bothered in the least. he's mostly operating out of duty, tonight - no rage, no lewdness, no random weirdness...

and no Leonard Cohen. just this, which is as passive-aggressively teenaged as he's going to let himself be about his issues]

Hey, happy Monday, boys and girls. We've lost a few people, this week, by the sounds of it, in addition to the handful of newbies. Give a nice welcome to Clu, Kevin, South, and the Once-ler while they're around.

As for me, I --

[and then the tape he had in makes a terrible, horrible squeaking sound -- and then the boombox starts spewing tape.

and it just.

won't.

stop.]

-- I think I have a problem. I'm being buried alive in cassette tape. It's like that story about the never-ending spaghetti, did anyone else ever read that as a kid? -- Anyway, uh -- guess there's no music tonight, folks --

... shhhhiiiit...

Mission Twenty Six

[triela]

I was just reminded of a story my friend Angelica really likes. It's called "La Principessa del Regno della Pasta". Or in English, "The Princess of the Kingdom of Pasta". Angelica knows the story better than I do but I remember there was only one fork in the entire kingdom.

I wonder if she would still remember it if I asked her about it? Memory's a fragile thing. That seems especially true where I come from, though I guess it's true anywhere.

third snare

[fanstheflame]

[it's been such a strange ride, so far, since he got to Paradisa, that Gale's just sort of gone with the current and let himself get dragged under. now that things are ... well, not as crazy as they have been? he was perfectly prepared to just get acclimated.

but then one of his ... acquaintances? he's not sure he'd call Peeta a friend yet ... broke. and all hell broke loose right along with him, and -- he's frustrated. so he'll heed Alleria's advice and head out to practice - not to the shooting range, but to the woods, where he's perched on a rock, stripping bark from branches and carefully weaving long strips of thick field grass into rope. those who'd be out in the forest are more than welcome to come across him.

to those who wouldn't, however, he dictates into the journal:]

Anyone who complains about it never really being calm here should probably stop and think about if it ever truly was where they're from, either.

[Filtered To Residents Who Have Others From Their Homeland Here - But Away From People From Panem]

Hey, how well do you and the people you know from home communicate with each other?

[he wants to make sure it's Not Just Them, or ... something.]

(no subject)

[heliotroping]

[For all you cool kids going to the roof to listen to Linkin Park, you’ll find it occupied by Django.

To be more specific, he’s lying on the floor in the middle of the roof, staring at the stars. He has some books around him with charts, runes, and notes]

...I still can’t read them. I could use Zazie’s magic, but I guess I’ll never be able to read the stars like she can.

[siiiiiiiiigh]

I miss her...

(no subject)

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Filtered to friends of York and Delta's, especially filtered away from South]

We have a small issue.  A new arrival in the castle name is Agent South Dakota.  She appears to have come from before the AIs, but she is not to be trusted.  She is known to be a traitor, and back home, she shot me in the back to use me as a decoy to escape from the Meta. 

The longer she goes without finding out about Delta, the better.  Understood?