xviii λ curls

[assassino]

[Ezio is currently in Stephanie's bathroom, sitting in a chair with both a magazine and his journal on his lap, feet kicked up on the vanity. Because he can. And because Stephanie is about to start fussing with his hair, because both are bored and have somehow come to the conclusion that this is a great way to spend time.

To her:]

You can do whatever you'd like to it, just don't cut it or make it strange colours.

[What is his life.]

001 | Voice

[young_wolf]

[Robb has been asleep for the better part of seven days. He'd been stitched up and left to rest, with Grey Wind ever faithfully guarding his bed while he slept. In between bouts of wakefulness, Carson would try to explain this place to him. They were in a castle that's like no other castle he's ever heard of, and it grants wishes only to take other things away. It very possibly brought him back from the dead.

Upon waking up this morning, he realized he was no longer so drowsy, and he was more alert than he'd been since he'd arrived. Finally, it was time to get answers to the questions he needed and dreaded. He wasn't yet strong enough to write for any length of time, but Carson had mentioned he could talk to the journal and it would find its way to people's ears. So he did.]

I was told this castle brings into it people of many worlds. If we are, in fact, so many then there's a possibility that there's other people from my world as well. I come from the Seven Kingdoms of Westoros; if it is familiar to you then please respond. I have...questions of great importance to ask.

32nd Death

[twisted_baroque]

( Private )

[if you're outside in the gardens today you might notice a young woman with long, pale pink hair sitting beside the flowers. she's staring up at the sky with a sad look on her face and is paying attention to nothing but it.

(he never realized how nice the blue was compaired to red)

but if a woman staring at the sky doesn't catch your attention, her clothing might. it looks exactly the same as a certain mute's clothing, right down to that coat he rarely took off. investigate?]

[ooc: Loss start and open. as a heads up, there will be some Baroque spoilers in the Private entry and in the comments.]

Twenty-Fifth Flutter

[3_butterflies]

[And finally, Fluttershy has woken up from from her week-long canon-update! She slowly begins to get out of bed, confused by her surroundings momentarily. As memories begin to sink in, she finds her journal, and opens it, speaking into it.]

Um... excuse me...  this is Paradisa, right? ...The place that keeps you here and takes things away from you and does weird things all the time?

... I hope that bunny was okay...

sixth ★; [ action! ]

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Kirby was just taking a nap when he woke up, feeling kind of... weird.

Everything felt smaller, somehow. The bed he was sleeping in didn't feel as gigantic, and neither did anything else, now that he thought about it. He tried to right himself to hop off, but instead found himself kind of doing an awkward front roll and falling off of his bed. ]

Poooooyo!

[ Finally, he got it when he saw his awkward eight-year-old limbs around him. He was one of the humans? Well. After the initial confusion, he calmed down quickly. Because why not? It was a pretty okay loss compared to what others went through.

Although the former puff is used to hopping down the stairs... so down he goes! Holding the railing with both hands, he awkwardly starts hopping down to the lobby, looking really, really weird. Feel free to run into this puff-turned-human jumping down, slipping, but thankfully holding onto the railing to right himself every time. ]

(no subject)

[scinlae]

( private )

dictated

[shinybaldhead]

Any weapons experts in the castle? Short-range, preferably.

052 Wedding Bells

[hulloeverything]

[It's a beautiful day for a wedding, isn't it?

Everything's been so carefully arranged (no easy feat when the happy couple had spent nearly a week reenacting fairy tales) and everyone's ready for the happy day.

Outside in the garden an archway had been set up with rows of white chairs for everyone in attendance. K9 was the most polite ring bearer there ever was, responding with a very cheerful "Affirmative" when asked if he had the rings before extending them on his eye probe. The Doctor and River finally get to say their 'I Do's and share their first kiss as husband and wife. Well... husband and wife after a proper wedding without the universe collapsing and... oh nevermind.

The ceremony goes off without a hitch (to everyone's surprise) and everyone is invited back to the ballroom in the castle for the reception. The ballroom itself has been decorated for the event with flowers, music, food, a bar and plenty of tables for all the guests. And, on their own table, are the beautiful cakes made by Peeta just for the occasion.

Eleven has done his best to make sure no one who may cause harm to himself, River, or any of their closest friends, will be able to get into the room so everyone could relax and not worry about a single thing. Now is a time for dear friends, love... and perhaps a little mischief. It is the Doctor's wedding, after all]

((ooc: Please wait for sections Bride-Before the wedding | Groom-Before the wedding | Ceremony reactions | Speeches | The Cakes! | The Dancefloor | The Bar | Tables | Doorway | Special Guest (The universe might explode if SOMETHING didn't go awry, after all)

No holds barred, threadjack at will. PARTAY! Also feel free to tag yourselves in if you feel so inclined.))

two stale froot loops

[buttonless]

So I guess if everyone here isn't totally of their rockers and making things up - [There's a pause, and the sound of cereal being poured into a bowl] -a lot of people around here seem to know who I am?

[She stops for a few more seconds, to take a few bites of Froot Loops and figure out what to say next.]

My name's Coraline Jones - Coraline, not Caroline - and if you've met me before, I'd really like to know, alright? No more of this creepy stuff where people keep knowing my name. I've had enough of that for a lifetime.

[She leaves the journal open on the kitchen counter to wait for a reply, and goes back to eating her super-healthy, balanced cereal dinner, meticulously picking out all of the blue pieces to eat first.]

(no subject)

[wintercat]

[Cat needed a place to think and she needed it badly. These past few weeks have been harder on her heart than all the others in her time here combined. So many from her world and all at once. All with so much news. Everything has changed. And she just needed a place to deal with it all, away from any expectations of who she should be and how she should react.

The chapel was her first thought, but there was no chance that it would be empty. She would have to explain, to talk, to account for her presence there. So she started with a walk around the grounds. That’s how she found Alexstrasza’s tree.

It was comforting, somehow. Perhaps the Old Gods had taken pity on her. She keeps the Seven still, but here…she could almost understand how her husband had felt in the Godswood, why he had sought solace there. She kneels at the base of the tree and begins to speak, though it is not to any god that she directs her words]

I don’t know what to do, Ned. I don’t know how to do this without you. [She chokes back a sob, resting her head in her hands.] How do I help them?

[Unless she’s interrupted, she’ll just sit there for quite a while, finally allowing herself to weep openly, as much from sheer frustration as from sorrow.

By the time she returns to the castle, she will be composed again, the mask slipped firmly back into place, ready to face whatever this world may throw at her. And sometime later, she’ll compose a filter. Whatever she feels, there are things that must be done.]

( Friends, Allies, etc )

[ooc: takes place after this thread]

101.1 - so much to say

[hard_talker]

[at 10 PM tonight, a certain familiar tune only strikes up for a few moments before being cut off by the sound of a soda can getting cracked open]

Heeeeeeey, it's Monday, Monday, Monday, and this is your favorite DJ, Hard Harry, welcomin' you all to another weird week in Castle Wonderfuck. We've got an awful lotta ground to cover this week, I've got a lot of things on my mind, and believe me when I say, you're gonna head about all of 'em. I think for this week's musical accompaniment, we'll throw on a nice little album from The Wallflowers. So sue me for being a little lazy, I think I've earned it. I just got back from my second official DJ gig, down in the ballroom, which -- unless you lived under a rock all day, you probably heard about it: my close personal friend the Doc got hitched today. [there was a very rocking bachelor party, as well. there was glow bowling, and silly string, and not really an awful lot of topless women, because that's neither Eleven's style, nor his chosen best "man"s.] To everyone that made it, hey, thanks for goin'. To everyone that didn't? You missed one hell of a party. Though, I guess if you were still tapped out from that insane boot camp I heard about, I guess you might get a pass.

Before I get the ball rolling on everything else, let's say hi to this week's crop of shining new faces. Just look for that vaguely pissed and/or glazed look in their eyes in the halls, and you'll probably be able to pick out Cloud, Koriand'r, Shiemi, Robb, and Shining Armor - wait, are you fucking serious? It's a little late for that, isn't it? Armor, buddy, if that's your real name, the princesses and the evil witches were all around last week.

In case any of you didn't know, it was my girlfriend Nora's birthday. So everyone send her joke cards about being old and decrepit and shit, because she's finally that thing that we all dread becoming: aaaaan ADULT. Okay, so she's not legally adult enough to buy booze, but back home she'd be able to vote and buy scratch tickets, so that's gotta be worth somethin', right?

[there's a brief pause as he lights up a cigarette, then continues]

I'd like to bring this week's broadcast on home with a little piece of my mind. You guys can turn it off, turn it up, turn it down, throw the journal or the radio or however you're listenin' to me out the window or into the bathtub, I don't care. But I got to flippin' through the books and checkin' the date, yesterday, and I realized, holy shit: it was Mother's Day. Well, American Mother's Day, other places have it a week early or a week late, I can never remember which. Mostly because yeah, I'll be the first idiot to step up to the plate and admit it: America is fucking weird. And I know, I know, "Oh," everyone says, "here goes widdaw Harry, missin' his mommy". And yeah, maybe I kinda do? But it's weird. I miss .... [there's a pause as he takes a drag off his cigarette and gathers his thoughts] ... some of the things I remember about her. I miss specific things that happened, just like I probably will back home when I move out or whatever. I don't miss her cooking, that's for damn sure. But ... all those things they say mothers are supposed to be: all supportive and emotional and caring and shit? All the stuff that gets printed up on pieces of paper with pretty ribbons that go for five, six bucks a pop just to get tossed in the trash the next morning? ... I know plenty of people here who can do that if I need 'em to. And I've got a hell of a lot more freedom in a lotta ways than I would if I was still broadcastin' outta the basement.

That got me to really getting a serious think on about this Mother's Day business, and I went down to the library, and I looked it up. And you know what? Mother's Day? It wasn't even initially ABOUT THE MOTHERS! It was one mother during World War II who tried to get other mothers to rally for peace, and bring all their sons home from the front so they wouldn't get their brains blown out by Nazi pinheads! She even PROTESTED when they started trying to make it the ball of sugar-coated commercialized shit it is today!

So I guess ... I guess as far as Mother's Day goes? Yeah, moms are great. We wouldn't be here without 'em. But if it comes down to either half-assing a gift that's gonna get forgotten in four months with the rest of the macaroni necklaces and the tchotchkes, or speaking up in protest of somethin' that hurts other people? If I were home yesterday, I would've been first in line for the picket signs. You know, just doin' that little thing I do, where I exercise the First Amendment 'til it pulls a muscle.

Hunt 008 ~ [Dictated/Action]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl is sat in the Death Match, nursing a bottle of beer, his journal open in front of him.]

This place can suck. My. Dick.

[It might be a bit early to be drinking, and Daryl's voice already sounds slurred. Slurred and slightly pissed off.

But, there he is.]

((OOC: Open to all! Action in the Death Match, open over the Journals.))

16th Perscription ~ [Dictated]

[atadiscoverer]

( Filtered to Rue )

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Hello, Paradisa. I'm sorry I haven't been around much of late... Have I missed anything?

((OOC: Open over the journals. There's also this thing. Pleae give it a once-over!))