Open - Over journal(more useful if the character speaks cat) or in person

[foughtfortheusers]

Meow.

[Have a black cat currently hanging out in the kitchen.  He's currently on the floor attacking the feet of visitors, begging for food and otherwise being an adorable cat.  He's hungry and wants attention.  And the sense is being overwhelmed by those lovely feline instincts.

Food now.]

(OOC: Last loss post for Rinzler cat.  Feel free to yell at the opportunistic beggar)

fifty-four favors

[endthem]

( Galadriel )

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[aviarius]

( private )

[Dictated]

[schrodingersghost]

 [Danny had just woken up with the worst headache of his life.  And all the memories of spending the last week running around the castle as two people.  He groans and slumps down deep into the pillow.  Some days he really hated his life.  Especially the part where he had to deal with it instead of spending the next week sleeping and ignoring the world.  Reluctantly he pushes himself out of bed, cringing at the pain in his head, and starts speaking to himself aloud.]

Okay, Fenton.  Priorities. First, deal with the pain.  Then damage control.

[He reaches for the journal and flips it open.]

Anyone out there have some aspirin?

( Filtered to everyone he encountered over the past week )

( Filtered to Clint and anyone else who found out about the half-ghost secret recently )

ɴɪɴᴇ

[confidente]

( c a s t l e n e t p o s t -- the personal blog of dr. john h. watson, 002 )

[ And the journal is opened to an amused and pleased John: ] Feels good to be blogging, even if it isn't about cases.

03 ♫ yeah it's dictated

[songofthefoolish]

Time works rather the same here as it does anywhere else, does it not? In that case, it's nearly June. [ ... ]

I believe that it's time to begin planning a celebration. While this dingy castle is hardly the same quality of estate that I'm used to, it'll have to do for now. These ghosts-- they can provide catering, can't they? I don't suppose anybirdie else here would be willing to do it, cut off from my funds as I am in this wretched place.

[ GOD BEING TECHNICALLY POOR IS SO HARD EVEN WHEN YOU'RE IN A CASTLE THAT GIVES YOU EVERYTHING??? ]

As much as I hate throwing my doors open when there are so many commoners lurking about, I suppose the lot of you are invited. Save any unsavory types, of course-- Sakazaki, that means you! I don't want any disruptions. This will be an affair of quiet dignity and grace.

The event will be scheduled to occur on the 23rd of this coming month. Write it down! This book fills up far too fast to be reliable, and I'll consider it a personal affront if anybirdie fails to show. [ but sakuya ... ] Understand?

-- S. Le Bel

006// Open for Business (Open)

[ectoparody]

[His boredom had reached new heights, as was attested to the fact that Peter had finally decided to take a walk outside of the castle, and eventually he stumbled upon the town that was nestled in the castle's looming shadow. However, Pete found he kind of enjoyed it here, it was a welcome break from all the inherent strangeness the castle provided, and even if he didn't have quite as many mysteries to solve, it was a chance for him to really kick back and relax without having to worry about crazy corridors or mutant space lobsters.

After a while of these relaxing trips, Peter finally had an idea...perhaps a horrible one, but it was an idea, and before even he knew what was happening, he was flipping a "We're Open" sign on the front of his brand new office. Nothing so big and grandiose as the castle...but it was certainly better than his accommodations at the academy. Either which way one looked at it, Venkman's Psychological Services was now ready and open for business, and as Peter himself sat behind his newly polished desk, he pressed his fingers together and let a wry smile pass over his face]

Well...at least this won't be boring.

rose: come to

[fluthlu]

[Waking up to the stark lights of a clinic is never a totally pleasant experience, and after spending precisely a year aboard a meteor in the time since she last recalls seeing Paradisa, it takes Rose several minutes to fully realize her surroundings. In fact, once she finally comes around, it occurs to her that maybe she never left at all. The meteor might have been some elaborate dream, induced by a bump on the head.

But if that were the case, she would not still be in her god tier garb.

The situation becoming completely clear to her, Rose reaches for the journal. She has no idea how long she's been out, and finding that out is the first matter of business.]

... Brushing aside the film cliche of this inquiry - would someone mind telling me what the date is?

( John Egbert and Kanaya Maryam )

thirteen maple walnut scones

[saccharosium]

[ filter; jet ]

[ she tapped her pen against the journal for a while, having written the filter and debated whether or not to go through with the request. after a few minutes of do it, don't do it, rinse and repeat, she decided to suck it up and speak into the journal. ]

I have a question for you, when you get a chance.