May. 12th, 2012

moonlightmagician: (I solemnly swear I am up to no good)
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[ Kaito is starting to think he could get very used to this castle. He's been through the library, kept a close eyes on thing go on around the castle, cause chaos with the announcement he made with Kid, made up a fun new way to keep the detectives busy for a few days at least, and he had access to technology. ]

[ During his first few days here he'd spent some time in a bad mood as Hakuba Saguru somehow ended up his roommate. And then he was gone. Where the Hell had he gone? Obviously this required some investigating. ]



Lost: 1 Stuffy Roommate/Detective.

Blond, about six foot (a little under) half-Japanese, half-British, very annoying, usually wears a suit, and goes by the name of Hakuba Saguru.

If found please return to 1816 Stasis Tower. That or lock him in a closet and I'll get him later.

-Kaito.


[ !Action ]

[ You can catch Kaito hanging up these fliers down the halls, in the kitchen, just all over the place. ]

[ ....What? ]

[ He was bored. ]




(( ooc: I got permission from Hakuba's mun about this! Also I'll stop spamming with Kaito/Kid. And as a heads up no one but Shinichi and Hakuba should be able to recognize him as Kid. He's actually pretty good at keeping his secret identity secret. ))
wheatdos: (Wheatley: Swag.)
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[Filtered to everyone but GLaDOS.]


[There is a bit of shuffling and tapping as Wheatley opens his journal.]

"Hello? Hello... can you hear me? Can anyone hear me? Okay... is this-is this- okay, okay... uh... [Ahem]...one, one moment. Just... just a moment please. I need to- [More shuffling sounds] Okay."

A-ATTENTION HUMANS....


and non-humans I suppose. Okay, okay attention ANYONE in this castle...

I AM HERE TO WARN... TO WARN YOU THAT THERE IS A VERY... VERY DANGEROUS WOMAN... IN THIS CASTLE.


at... at this moment! She uh...

SHE'S KILLED MANY PEOPLE BEFORE, and she SHOULD UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE, be... be trusted. Because she's insane. And will probably try to kill everyone here if you give her the chance. I would know. So DON'T TRUST HER if she tries to go, go recruiting you for... for sciency things. B-Because she's not doing anything for science. DON'T TRUST HER. Did... did I say that already. If you see her, IGNORE HER. Or, or actually you should probably just run. Yes. Running is a good option too.

So... bewaaare.
checklist: (why you looking at me like that)
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[ The following is dictated in a bit of a hoarse (aha, puns) voice, as if the mare's been crying a lot before making this entry. Which she has. ]

Okay. Everypony? I have a very important question. Possibly... the most important question I've ever asked.

Has anypony who's forgotten something here... has any of them ever gotten their memories back? Is it possible to get them back? Or........

Are they gone forever?

Please... I need to know. I need to know if there's any hope.



Please.
huntersdaughter: ([expressive] glance over)
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[It had been odd -- an otter in the clinic, but it was where Jo insisted on being. Spike had been hurt, again, and Chase was seemingly missing. She wasn't having any luck looking for him as an otter, so she figured if he was around, he'd show up for a shift at the clinic eventually.

Instead, Jo wakes up from her spot on the ground. She'd curled up in her otter-shaped self on the tile to take a nap. Now she is very much awake and very much aware of just how cold the tile is.]


Oh... no.

[the sheet she had been curled up on is now being tugged around her body. quickly. she reaches for her journal and glances around the room and hopes that Spike is sleeping.]

So... I'm human again. [Jo whispers to the journal.]


(ooc: over the journal or in person if you're in the clinic...)

[Dictated]

May. 12th, 2012 09:12 pm
webbing: ([SM] Why yes I am in fact judging you)
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You know what would be awesome? Going a full week without ripping my costume. Considering I can't sew with leaving huge clumps of threads in it, and stabbing my finger every five seconds it would be like a dream come true. And oh sure, I could just wish up a new version of the suit, but where's the fun in doing things the easy way? I've never done anything to make life easier for myself, why start now?

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