of princes and princesses

[checklist]

[ This entry starts off with the sound of somepony clearing their throat, and then the following is dictated. From the sounds of it, people are milling about in the background, but who cares about them? ]

All right, everypony!

In case you don't know me, my name is Twilight Sparkle. I'm a pony, and also currently serving as a princess, thanks to... some elaborate plot of the castle's, I'm sure. In case you're not aware, a good number of us woke up in dresses or royal garb several days ago. Since then...

Actually, I'm not quite sure how to... Oh, right. We're all, that is, us "princesses," trapped within a labyrinth within a dream world. We're quite all right! Aside from, well, being trapped here. And probably asleep back in Paradisa, if our guide here is to be believed. But then again, this is the same guide who didn't tell us journals could work from a dream.

[ She's silent for a moment, then sighs. ] But she means well. And she has been a great help, so I suppose we can let that one slide.

...But! Right, I had something very important to tell all of you. After our most recent trial in the labyrinth, which we overcame with friendship, [ or at least she did, ] some sort of voice informed us on how to create a Golden Egg. I assume that's of some importance to the "princes," that is, our partners? I would assume so, since...

No, right. I need to tell all of you how to make it. It's really quite simple, all you need to do is- [ And then her time with the journal is up, and it cuts off abruptly.



Have fun with that, princes. ]

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[not_tron]

 [Gooood morning, Paradisa!

As the sun slowly rises, a man stirs on one of the couches in the Lobby. The circuits on his dark armor brighten and steady from where they were once a dull, even blink, not unlike a computer that's been awakened from standby.

He mutters something about system restarts always getting the best of him - as if any program could resist - that's picked up by the open journal nearby if anyone's listening. The man opens his eyes...

Only to immediately go on high alert. He sits up to get a better look at his surroundings. This does not look like the Grid. What in the Users' name is that light, and where is it coming from? Flynn's mentioned a sun to him, but he's never spent much time describing it except to say that it's almost like the Portal that illuminates the sky when Flynn enters the Grid. They were usually too busy to go into much detail - it was always too easy to get interrupted by gridbugs, and CLU had started giving Flynn weird looks when they talked about it, so Tron had refrained from asking questions about the User world in front of him.

Something is wrong. How did he get here? Even a total change of the system couldn't have done this. The last thing he knew he was just coming back from patrolling for gridbugs. Was he glitching? His code had always been stable. Alan-1 had worked hard to keep it that way, even if Flynn had made some changes to upgrade him for the Grid instead of the ENCOM System. He doesn't ask the obvious question aloud, but it is all he's calculating at the present time: where am I?

One option is to explore, and he's already on his feet to do just that when the journal catches his attention.] A book..? [He asks aloud, frowning when his words appear on the page.] Flynn's books never did this...

[Anyone listening might find that his voice sounds exactly like a certain old man or a non-rumbling version of a certain CLU-serving program. It would be easy to mistake them for each other. And Alan? Well, he went to bed last night - Sam and Kevin could confirm that - but now he's nowhere to be found...]

((Loss start! Open to everyone!))

viii. dictated

[heloise]

Giulia said there are many kinds of kisses, weighed with promises or equipped to satisfy them. Any woman should know them all, she said.

I know now the kiss to promise and the one to fulfill it, like contracts and, perhaps, like marriages.

I have never kissed my husband, and I shall never. I have nothing to promise him.

[ Only she should never have said that. She holds her breath and tries to think, but what's done is done, so she shuts her journal instead. ]

1/007: Over and Over [CORRUPTION AT 8%] Dated to 3 days after prince/princess event.

[wheatdos]

(  Filtered to Curiosity Core )

(  Chell )

(  Filtered to GLaDOS )

11 - Knight Halbred A - Action | Dictated

[radiantwingedone]

[ You know how when you wake up, sometimes right off the bat you don't feel like you? or the shape is off?

Duke's having that feeling. He can't tell where his blankets went, but he feels heavier than normal so they have to be about somewhere. The journal picks up the sound of scales, though, as his Altaria blinks and moves out of the way.

Only. Uh.

This is a bit.. weird.

He's pretty sure that it's not quite possible for his neck and arm to be out of the door way, while the rest of him is.. most definitely not. ]

..... smells of smoke. [ Does that sound vaguely more snake-like than usual? and like there's a whole lot more rib cage to rumble about in? ]

.... something.. is wrong with this... [ Proportions are.. horribly off-

... castle... ]


((OOC: LOSS START. Duke's temporarily stuck in his doorway, up in Satis tower. HE IS STILL BLIND, but he doesn't have his magic. More information here! ))

PLOT FINALE

[boushi]

[It's time... it's time to put an end to this and save your friends!]


(ooc: sections
THE TOWER | THE FINAL DOOR | THE WITCH | THE TRUTH | HAPPILY EVER AFTER)

Second House of Westeros ♛ Written ♛ Failed Filter to All Who Bare the Name Stark

[songsandstories]

[The writing is neat, curly, though some of the script might not look quite as it does in modern times. Still she is writing it from the roof of the Castle, far enough she thinks.]
( spoilers for Game of Thrones )

Scroll Thirty

[huffythedragon]

[For once, Spike isn't in the library. He's in the kitchen, finishing off baking a delicious cheesecake for The Boy Who Hates Birthdays. He's even wearing his manly pink apron, because do you know how hard it is to get baking stuff out of scales?

It's really freaking hard, okay? His journal is open as he potters around the kitchen, clambering up on chairs to reach the counters as he works]

I can't believe the castle didn't pick me to rescue somepony ['somepony' being Rarity, of course] I've been perfecting my gallant rescue routine for ages. [In his head] I'd rescue the fair lady in five seconds flat.

( Conan )