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[secondchances]

[Steph's sitting outside the castle, over in the grass, not too far off the path to the city. With her is a pretty big dog.]

See, you and I haven't exactly been friends, but it looks like you've got to get used to me. No Bruce, no Terry... no Damian. [Which is the thing she's trying to NOT focus on.] So, consider this a truce: I'll take you on walks, play fetch with you, do other healthy dog activities with you, but you've got to promise not to use me or my stuff as chew toys.

And no sleeping on my bed. You take up the whole thing.

Okay?

[Silence. Because dogs don't talk. Not Ace, anyway.]

You're lucky Terry was cool.

( [Tim] )

fourth birdsong

[fly_little_bird]

[As much as Rue had said she was happy to have friends and be with people... she's craving a little time to herself. She knows that all of her friends would stop her if she asked, and none of them want her staying by herself... so there's only one answer.

In the middle of the night she sneaks out of the castle and heads for the trees. She climbs the first one she reaches and hops between them to take herself further into the forest. When she finds one she likes she settles onto one of the larger branches and pulls out her journal]

( Everyone from Panem (Except for Clove), Carson, Galadriel, Martel, Ino, Mark, Dairine, Allen Walker, Triela )

[That being done, she breathes a sigh of relief and looks up at the stars flickering through the leaves.]

((ooc: That's right. Rue's run away from home. She was ridiculously conscious of people around her when she left. She's very quick and hides extremely well... but she's not a ninja. So it wouldn't be impossible for someone to spot her leaving if they looked hard enough. Also open if anyone could/would see her up in the trees doing her thing :D))

➹.26

[ex_avenged224]

[Alleria is out at the archery range, shooting arrows at a target like she does pretty much every time I post for her. Alleria: predictable badass.

She's got the journal open, so people may hear the rhythmic "thwump" of her arrows perfectly hitting dead center every time.

Eventually, she dictates to the journal, though she'll pause every now and then to release another arrow.]

We come from many worlds in this place. And all our different worlds have different histories.

But what we may be overlooking is that our different worlds have different legends and myths. As this place seems to like to toss us into mythological worlds every now and then -- [A pause, and the "thwump" of an arrow hitting its target.]

I propose we tell one another the stories of our cultures. Again, not our histories, though as is the case with Quel'Thalas, the two may overlap.

We are one culture now, in some way, as long as we are held prisoner here. An exchange of such things would likely help us bond and not be so insulated, which in turn will help us when the time comes to defend ourselves.

XXIII

[wilder]

( Private )

( Sakura (filter quickly destroyed) )

[Instead, knowing that he can only be quiet for so long before it seems weird, he'll dictated in the journal in an intentionally annoyingly cheerful and loud voice.]

Ahahaha, oh man oh man is it good to have my voice back! I thought I was gonna die from having to be quiet for so long! And the whole charades gig just isn't what it's cracked up to be!

Really, I can understand why the witch would want my handsome voice, but man am I glad she's gone! I mean what if it had been permanent? Could you imagine what the castle would be like with me mute forever? I don't wanna think of it!

Also, I must say this now that I can. The princely lady is a look that I could really grow to love! Most of you pulled it off so well I sure was charmed enough to swoon! ♥

And a few of you guys I guess you weren't complete eyesores in your dresses. Maybe.

ⅰ┆i wanna get off this train!

[shrugs_a_lot]

W-what the...

Tifa! Aerith! ... Barret--where the hell?!


............


[Long pause is long, then there's the faint sound of pages being turned, probably reading some of the past entries in the journal and trying to understand how this weird thing works.]

Hello? [Testing... not yelling anymore.] Tifa, Aerith, Barret...


... Cid? ... Yuffie?


......

......

......


Vincent?

[A frustrated sigh.]

My PHS doesn't work and I found this notebook... Why am I talking to a book... This is stupid. [Mutters to himself, then a another pause.]

I lost a temple. You know, your regular old temple in ruins kind of thing, with little very old people and everything... I need to find it. It's really important I get back there. Unless I'm still... there?

....... Is anyone actually listening to--This is so stupid... Just forget it.

[Heavy steps can be heard as he leaves the room, he's still carrying the journal, for some unknown reason. And now he's in the fifth floor corridor, where there are a lot of rooms waiting to be explored--well now. Let's go opening some, shall we?]


{occ; hey, hey! He'll be opening doors, looking for his friends, it's up to you if he actually enters! This goes specially to the people in floor five, but anywhere works since he'll be searching all day. Open over the journal and definitely action for whoever wants to find him wandering around (or breaking into your room).}

039. [dictated]

[foolreversed]

Hey, you know what we're gonna do about last week?

We're going to never talk about it ever again.

Sound good, right? Sounds good!


Now with that out of the way.

So did anyone else have difficulty after that whole pokemon thing getting the pets they already have to get along with the pokemon? Because my pet's been picking fights and scrapping with my pokemon ever since we got back. I thought they'd get over their bickering by now but nope. I'm surprised they didn't kill each other while I was out running around the castle mute.

Any tips?

fourth snare

[fanstheflame]

[it's kind of an important day for Gale - sort of, by extension. but he knows that it shouldn't be a big deal for anyone else.

so without any fanfare, he delivers his gift, wrapped in brown butcher paper, to in front of Katniss' door: it's a bracelet, woven out of grass and rope and leather sinews. the kind of thing they would give each other back home in Panem. simple but intricate, no wishes involved, just time and care. there's a quiver strap to match, too, and a note wrapped around them: "Happy birthday, Catnip." hopefully it'll at least make a start to evening out the blow of Rue running away.

his gift needs no other elaboration, so he'll head down to the kitchen and start in on the other thing he'd had in mind for the day: stew. he's already cleaned and dressed the meat he caught, and is in the process of laying it out on a block on the kitchen counter.

you might not want to ask him what he's cooking. he's used to not being picky about his catches.]

Hey, if anyone wants lunch, I'm making Mulligan stew. It should be ready in a few hours... come on down to the kitchen.

Second line of code

[messin_with_my_zen_thing]

( CLU )

[He'd visited the Game Room once already, but there's a difference between going there to play games with a new friend and exploring it on ones own.

He’s currently weaving through the games with a small smile on his face. It really did feel like coming home, to some degree. Half his life had been spent in that arcade. He’s not playing any games just yet, just taking it all in and seeing what’s come out since he’s been, well, indisposed.]

This is incredible, man! This really is just like my place back home. Well, the way it was when I last saw it. I’m sure it’s probably seen better days at this point.

[His eyes fall on one particular game. Space Paranoids. He slowly walks over to it, running his hands up the sides of the machine.]

Blast from the past, man. I never thought I’d see one’ve these, again, let alone in perfect condition like this. [He scoffs softly] Wonder if anyone even plays it, here.

[He picks up his journal, not even caring that it had been open]

( Sam Flynn )

((ooc: open open open!))

Dictated

[detectivegenius]

[Tim is not aware that his journal is lying open, writing at his desk in his room in his private journal (yes, he keeps a private non-magical journal just in case) and talking out loud to himself as he writes.]

I wonder if that counted as my first loss here... or was it just part of an event? I'll have to ask if other people have had their memories rewritten during an event before... Either way, I'm glad that's over with. Having my mind messed with isn't my idea of fun. Neither is wearing a dress. That's definitely going on my list of Most Embarrassing Moments of My Life. The first time I had to dress up as a woman, I'd hoped it'd be the last. At least there wasn't a fake chest this time, and I didn't get hit on constantly with Bruce listening to the whole thing. That was definitely more embarrassing than this was. Making a note to find the people I spoke with then and introduce myself properly. I don't want people to actually think I'm a maid or a princess or prince in disguise.

Dress Me Up [dictated]

[wishmadeinfire]

 [He was very glad to be free of that Dream World business. It had been a pain, to say the least, though he still had a bit of a problem with it -]

Cinna or Ukitake, or really anyone who has the time and knowledge, I need some help with my hair again. Cutting this time. If you could come by at your earliest convenience? 

Also... why would a little girl ever want to play with this 'Barbie' doll? It is a bit... creepy. Not to mention wholly unrealistic. 

Three Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[Written in the Once-ler's journal today appears to be some sort of...very bizarre shopping list. Unfortunately for him, as he's been holed up in his room for a while his unless-es have taken the opportunity to appear on the page, too. Here and there, scattered in corners and between margins. Taunting him with their wordy-ness. He tries to scribble a few out, but more appear in their place, so he just gives up and goes back to writing.

- 15 cents
- One (1) nail
- One (1) shell of a great, great great grandfather snail

He taps his chin with his pen, making a thoughtful noise, before muttering to himself]

Maybe that's too easy.

[Oh, and then he remembers the journal picks this sort of thing up. Oops. He'll just continue talking as if he meant for that to be overheard]

So, anyway. Fairy tales. Was that some of the quote-unquote 'weirdness' you guys have been warning me about? Because I've got to tell you, it sounded a lot more like you people losing it and putting on pretty dresses than anything magical.

Maybe that's all these losses are. Just brief moments of collective insanity. That's my theory, anyway.

✴ one. [action!]

[korianders]

[ hey there paradisa, instead of having a confused voice screaming through their journal, have an red headed, orange skinned alien flying about the sky. she's harmless so go call out to her if you know her or if you don't. heck, feel free to stare, she'll probably notice you soon and come down to speak to you.

she's a gem though, so don't be afraid. don't shoot at her with any kind of weapon though, she'll just try to blow you up then.

sweet, ain't she? ]

02 ♫ dictated except for the signature

[songofthefoolish]

I am unsure how well acquainted any of you are with one certain Yuuya Sakazaki. However, I expect some of you may have some inexplicable interest in that wretched mongrel! It's an incredibly ridiculous notion, but I won't attempt to dissuade you from it. I'm sure all you commoners deserve each other, in the end.

... However. Sakazaki is currently shut within the closet of his room, and I doubt he'll be able to free himself very easily given how biased this castle is against birdkind.

Perhaps whoever runs this shoddy establishment should take some notes, hm! Write this down! He's likely to be stuck in there for quite a while due to your misguided ideals of human superiority. Somebirdie needs to go and let him out now, and you can fully expect to shoulder all the blame for this. Are you listening to me?!

As for the rest of you peasants-- do with that information as you please. I give you full permission to! The rest of the situation is out of my wings at this point, so be sure to do a good job!

-- S. Le Bel

( o54 )

[gevurah]

[ The journal likes to prop itself open without warning, so here's another one of those times featuring Kate, who had been lulled into a nice, deep sleep after the fairy tales ended. No bears here, though. Just a dog barking loudly in her ear.

She jerks awake, knocking some books she had off the bed accidentally. More noise gets the dog barking again and she shushes him, but that's when she notices the length of her hair draped around her neck. Her hair hasn't been this long in some years. ]

What the hell?

13 (written)

[bonniewitch]

[Bonnie has been feeling low today and she can't think of the reason why. Trying to write down it down in her journal doesn't help her so she turns to those she knows in the castle instead.]

( filtered to friends )

xvii λ hotsprings

[assassino]

( Cristina )

009//Glasses Pushes//Written/Action

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade's journal was always silent. Lacking voice, Jade didn't make noise. However, those who knew him might have noticed, over a certain period, that he had been decidedly inactive.

However, today found Jade finally opening his eyes, crusty and bleary as they were. He stared at the ceiling with confusion before he looked around. After convincing himself to move, he sat up in his bed and examined his room, frowning. It seemed to be midday, but something felt... off. He wasn't sure what, but he left his bed to go shower and clean up before he snatched up his journal and left the room.

He found himself famished and in the kitchen. After about a good twenty minutes or so, Jade settles down with some curry and a cup of coffee.]

'It would seem that I've been asleep. Does anyone have any idea how long? It feels more than just a night.'

[OOC: Jade's return! He is available for interaction either in the kitchen or over the journals!]