Sixth Lesson // We don't need no education

[ruined_jaw]

[Tonight finds Jono and his not!daughter Billie in the music room. Sure, he's shared his love of music with others, but this was different. Billie was calling him "daddy" for reasons he still can't quite fathom, so he's taken it upon himself to educate his daughter the only way he knows how; by introducing her to music that was awesome, classic, and infinitely listenable.]

Right. Not many people knew about The Impossibles even back then, but that's largely because they were a ska act from bleedin' Texas of all places, so they didn't get much exposure, save for the bit of touring they did back when I was in school.

[Anyone who ventures into the music room will find Jono and his rainbow-haired daughter seated in bean bag chairs, not far from an enormous pair of speakers pumping out Jono's musical selections, with Jono himself occasionally picking up a guitar to play along with a song or two every once in a while, with Billie drawing glowing musical note-shaped shapes in the air and letting them float around them. His journal's open, so those able to filter through the music will hear snatches of conversation as Jono makes some comment about each song as they begin.]

048; dictated

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike isn't surprised to wake up on a couch in the lobby, even if he doesn't particularly remember falling asleep there. It's near the bar he'd spent his evening at (away from the babies!), and when you're recovering from a bullet wound in your leg, a nearby couch seems a lot more appealing than the hike to his room.

What's more surprising, is rolling over and sliding right off said couch onto a floor that is suddenly a lot further away than he remembers.]

Ow! ... Oh, what the hell? [And his voice is different. Also... arms are... scaly. What -- is that journal always doing open on the floor?

Every damn time.]


ooc: Re: loss! Open over the journal/in person.

Ponies and Doorways [Backdated to Yesterday]

[peacockherald]

[Vanyel was outside with Edge and their 'daughter', smiling as the little girl rode around him in a large circle on Yfandes' back, clinging to the more or less useless reigns. But that didn't worry Vanyel at all, since Yfandes would never let harm come to the little girl. She was also not an ordinary horse, so that helped things, and the little girl was strapped into the saddle like a Herald would be if they wanted to sleep while riding. She could no more fall off Yfandes than the moon could fall from the sky.

His little girl - and she was his, he had given up fighting that - squealed in delight when Yfandes pranced and tossed her head, hooves chiming. Of course, that squeal was loud enough for someone from ten miles away to hear it, but it hardly bothered any of the three, Vanyel smiling fondly at the little child having such a good time on what was to be her last day in Paradisa (this year, at least).]

( Closed to Vanyel & Edge (or anyone they specially invite) )

ooc: come join the pony ride if you want :) 

Third line of code

[messin_with_my_zen_thing]

[It had been hard enough trying to meditate with everything that had been going on in the past month or so... and then the journal constantly flipping open to the sounds of children and exasperated parents. Now that the children were gone Flynn decided to give it another shot.

Then his hand started twitching.

So he clasped his hands together, took a deep breath and relaxed...

and his cheek started twitching.

Oh you have GOT to be kidding. He opens his eyes, looking out the window at the trees and sighing.]

That's just a low blow, man.

[Glancing over, he sees his journal open on the nearby dresser. Shaking his head he dictates]

The idea behind losing something isn't a new one. It teaches us to be less reliant on certain objects or abilities. To reach beyond and find deeper strength within ourselves to compensate. But I have to wonder about the reasoning behind the things this place chooses to take from us.

twenty-three detention slips

[delincuente]

Hey - does anyone know anything about gluing fur to walls? My dad totally made this look way easier.

[Admittedly, Alex does get some pretty stupid ideas, at a rate of maybe five per day. Papering her bedroom walls with hot pink faux fur? Not one of her better ones. It's part of her somewhat impulsive attempt to further recreate her own room back at home. But of course, Alex has no idea what she's even doing. That's why there's a drop of wallpaper glue seeping into the journal, and little tufts of pink hair littering the hall right outside her door.

[Mumbled: ] I know my wand's around here somewhere...

(no subject)

[payback]

Okay, so... I'm not the only person that got visited by a door last night, right? I'm not the only person who noticed it? I'm not the only person who went in, right?

Has anyone else even mentioned this? Are all the entries filtered away from me somehow? Did I hallucinate that I went through a freestanding door and put Renzo to bed somewhere else, where it looked like his dad was somehow still probably around, where Renzo wasn't just a preformed castle baby and was actually someone's kid? I wonder if that me STILL has the cat parts.

Does this sound familiar to someone? Anyone? Anyone at all?

I wonder if the people over there freak out when their kids go missing on a yearly basis. Assuming that's not just... a castle trick.

SOMEBODY knows what I'm talking about, anyway... right?

023 ~ Parental Guidance [Dictated]

[demontobeloved]

So, now that the kids are gone, I'm curious...

What did you find the best and worst things about having them here? I'm probably not likely going to have kids, so I'm kinda interested in what people see in having them.

Mission 015 ~ [Action/Dictated]

[noblefive]

( Filtered to Friends )

---

[Jorge is sat in a corner in the lobby, enjoying a moment's rest since getting back from his little period away from the castle. He's idly flicking through his journal.]

So, did anything other than babies happen the last week or so?

prayer five ✞ dictated

[starhipped]

[Esther actually seems kind of sad and not her normal, cheery self!]

I guess.. people have been saying the children have all gone...

[Oh? Is that it? It's easier to miss something that you never had! Esther, while she did help others out with childcare cough, Father Tres, was not given a child of her own! On one hand, that was probably a good thing - who would it have looked like? She didn't have a partner in Paradisa. On the other, it made her kind of sad to see the tots go.]

I hope people aren't too sad over their departure. After all, it had to happen at some point! Still, they were cute...

[Sniff!

Looks like the one who is upset is Esther! But she pulls herself together quickly. After all, she had a mission in this broadcast!]

I was thinking .. perhaps one night some people would like to get together and make dinner? Some of you may be used to eating in groups and it can be lonely here, if you don't have someone to eat with. We could make a night out of it, making dinner and eating together, even having dessert!

A-Ah.. if people are interested..

Kanaya: Inquire about this universe's fancy dining options.

[rainbowed]

[Filtered away from Miss Rarity]

Hello Paradisian Natives And Current Inhabitants Of The Castle
I Am Presently In Search Of The Following Type Of People
I Believe You Refer To Yourselves As
What Was It Again
Oh Yes
Foodies
Its An Endearing Yet Simplistic Term And I Do Like It
If You Consider Yourself As Such I Am In Need Of Your Assistance Please As I Would Like Some Recommendations On The Trendy And Fashionable Eateries In The Town Outside Of The Castle
I Personally Havent Had Time To Initiate My Own Search But I Decided It Might Be Nice To Go Out For A Night And Experience Something New For A Change
There Is No Need To Be Concerned With Price Ranges Since This Universe Seems Quite Generous In Providing Us With Anything We Wish For And I Assume Currency Is Included
Im Not Too Picky But A Restaurant With Different Selections Might Be Optimal For This Particular Occasion
Worst Case Scenario I Will Just Bring My Own Blood Bag From The Castle Clinic So That I May Feed On It While My Companion Enjoys Some Quality Dining

( filtered to rarity )

Scroll Thirty Two

[huffythedragon]

[Spike has not had a fun day. He woke up in a body that wasn't his, in a room that wasn't his, with a lost journal and a stabbing horrible pain in a leg that he was pretty certain wasn't his, either. And upon finding his journal, he learned someone had stolen his voice and/or his body.

And was probably doing horrible things to it. So, it's a very different voice that finally speaks over the journals]

So...uh. I think the castle's done something horrible. Again. I'm not me and someone else is me and my leg really hurts. Or...his leg really hurts. [Beat] There is a leg and it hurts, that is the information I have to work with.

What is even going on right now? I can't stay like this.