(no subject)

[midget]

[ Anybody entering the lobby late at night will find a little girl set up there. She has a huge flat-screen TV set up on a wall, a Zboz 1080 set up in front of it, and she's sprawled out on a couch, cordless controller in her hands. She has a huge bowl of Cheetos set up on a coffee table in front of her and an open 12-pack of Paradisa-brand cherry cola.

The logo is a buffalo, if you were wondering.

On the screen is a guy in a futuristic suit of powered armor, vaguely reminiscent of the many Freelancers and future-military guys around the castle. It's set on an obviously alien planet, and the character is running around and shooting aliens.

The journal is open on the table in front of her, picking up the sounds of lasers and aliens screaming and the munching of Cheetos. After a few moments, she speaks up. ]

This game is totally unrealistic. [ Munch, munch. Lasers fire. Aliens die. ] There's not enough explosions.

[ Yeah. Open in person for anybody who wants to watch her play Ring: Stretch, or grab another controller for multiplayer. There is multiplayer, right? Whatever, there is now. Also open over the journal of course, if you'd rather yell at her for being loud and obnoxious over the journal. ]

Hunt 010 ~ [Action/Dictated]

[squirrelhunter]

( Filtered to Galadriel and Murphy MacManus )

---

[Daryl's going to be limping into the kitchen, tossing his journal onto the table. The redneck has a walking stick and a wrapped up ankle, indicating a pretty bad sprain, at least.

He hobbles on over to the freezer and takes out one of those microwaveable ready-meals, before turning to--

What is that? What even is that?]

You people can't just leave fuckin' sticky notes when y'break shit, can ya?!

ℙ the eleventh;

[eternityalone]

[ETA: Once the Salvatores left, Katherine filtered this from anyone from Mystic Falls.]

[The voice on the journal is clear and with purpose. There will be a direct point to be made.]

I'm opening an academy here in a month. Hopefully, it will be something to help everyone here. We're here together and maybe it's not the easiest thing to handle, but we're all fully capable of taking care of ourselves. Why not lend a bit of that real-world experience and knowledge to others.

If you're interested in teaching or are looking to learn something specific - please, let either myself, Tess Mercer, or Lilah Morgan know. I've already spoken to a few of you and I truly believe that this is going to be something beneficial to everyone here.


( Ezio )

( Neal Caffrey )

[With that taken care of, Katherine can be found in the city. Pick a place and she's there.]

Making Conversation

[fredless]

I'm probably going to get in trouble for saying this, but it's been awful quiet around here lately.

[There's a slightly hollow brightness to her words. Maybe it's less that everything's been quiet and more that she has. She knew the last few weeks would be hard, with Patricia leaving. But that didn't make them go by any faster]


( Charles )

( Elektra )

first vworp

[cricketycricket]

[a great wind kicks up in the lobby this morning, stirring the curtains and any of the dirt tracked in by daily traffic. there's a familiar whooshing, vworping sound, and the TARDIS materializes squarely in the center of the lobby, just as though someone MEANT to land it there, with a dull, echoing thud.

the door creaks open, and Five strides out, far too occupied in the business of talking over his shoulder and unrolling his hat to notice where he is]

-- and furthermore, Peri, you shouldn't wander off. I know that Sarn was a completely unique situation, but you were supposed to be resting, and I --

[he stops, and looks around finally]

Oh, dear. Best stay in for now, Peri, until I find out where we've --

[he pokes his head back into the TARDIS, a bit surprised at the lack of whinging coming from within] Peri?

[with a great heave of a sigh, he closes the TARDIS door and leans on the exterior] ... It's always the new ones, isn't it.

Eighth Drink

[wastheexample]

[Haymitch is, of course, in the Lux, drowning his sorrows. But let's face it, that's pretty much normalcy at this point. He has his journal open on the table in front of him, occasionally flicking through the pages.

He's not been doing great. The castle's latest trick just dredged up horrible feelings. Of family and everything he lost and knew he'd never have back on Panem. And the way the kids were just taken away... well, that struck a very different chord]

So, now we know that this place likes to play with the lives of little children too. Makes you wonder what sort of hell it puts the apparent other-uses out there while it steals away their kids for a week. This has been happening, what? Few years now? I haven't got one of those fancy old journals that goes back forever and a day, so someone else if going to have to fill in the blanks. And no one has ever seen this other bedroom before now?

[There's a pause as he thanks one of the bar staff for handing him his drink, taking a deep swig before he turns his attention back to the journal again]

Is anyone else pretty damn disturbed that there's an alternate version of themselves who got happily settled down and started popping out youngsters? Even when there's no way those two people can exist in the same space and time? Sounds to me like we've got another castle. Somewhere.

[The term 'breeding farm' springs to mind, but he really hopes that's not the case. Not even the Capitol had swooped QUITE that low yet. He sighs. Thinking he might have a family somewhere out there, that's he's content about that simple fact just doesn't sit well with him]

Something to think about.

(no subject)

[secondchances]

( [private] )

( [Lucrezia] )

15

[takethat]

Question!


Would anybody out there be interested in a sort of "artist's circle?" Or, is there anything like that going on in the castle already that I just don't know about? I've been painting more, lately since there aren't exactly a ton of murders happening all over the place here and I was thinking all the artists of the castle--regardless of skill level--should get together and be artsy sometimes.

Any thoughts?


[And then, added some time later]

( Filtered to Geoffrey Chaucer )

※ fifty }{ dictated

[likethetragedy]

( filtered to the castle )

I know some of you hate to have more than one person talk about a serious subject at the same time, but bear with me. The door got me thinking too. A few of us already knew we had 'alternates' out there. Apparently I already have two, maybe even three if we're right about that door leading to the proper home for our children.

[There are objects being moved around in the background. Elektra has taken to organizing an already perfectly aligned shelf in the Candy Bonsai.] It makes me wonder if our alternates with the children will ever arrive. [More shuffling before finally:] Or if the children will come themselves.

It might be interesting to compare notes with them. Maybe see what they did to make things work out when they shouldn't have. It would solve the mystery of how our parenting works in an alternate universe that doesn't have a castle ready to hold our hand and give us what we need. That is assuming we can trust any of it.

( Peter Parker )

III

[bolder]

[Writt-- lol no. Dictated. Always.]

It's pretty quiet tonight, so you guys get to hear me talk about my findings over the past few weeks.

We've got all kinds of weird stuff from different worlds here, right? Movies, which are basically adults pretending they're still teenagers from what I can gather, TV shows, sorta the same thing... If this is entertainment in most worlds, I feel sorry for you guys. This "high school drama" stuff that's popular seems like a major snooze fest to me. Count me out. Besides, it loses the appeal when you can't see what's going on.

[A 'hummm']

What else is there? Recorded music's pretty sweet. I really like the stuff with all the loud banging and yelling where you can't tell what's being said. Someone tell me what that's called. I want more of it. Most of it's actually neat, but I'm beginning to wonder what stuff means. "Fo' shizzle?" Is that a pastry? Now I'm hungry.

Oh! That reminds me. If I ever meet the guy who invented te blender, remind me to hug him. Best idea ever. Really! Mashing up bits of stuff into a gooey liquid that's totally unrecognizable? Genius!

So... anyone up for one of those smoothie things?

[She's in the kitchen now, attempting to find the blender. Dear lord someone help.]

[OOC: i... dek. Open.]

Chapter Eleven- Behind the Mystery

[thetrudger]

[The library’s relatively quiet today. That is, until there’s a bang as a book falls to the floor. Chaucer’s obviously not making a scene on purpose for once. In fact, he really looks like he doesn’t want anyone to see him. Although, it’s hard not to notice a man carrying an armful of books.

To anyone who steals a book, peeks over his shoulder, or maybe even picks up the dropped book for him, they’ll notice most of the books are on World War II, the United States of America, and weaponry.

Because instead of giving a kiss goodbye, Geoff’s boyfriend assigned homework.

He sits down at a table and reads for a few minutes before remembering he had some hot journal action to do.]

( Felix )

[And then, to the entire castle:] Has anyone ever attempted to look themselves up in the library? I'd rather not find out when I die or anything like that.

[ooc: Open over the journals or in person! Takes place some time in the afternoon of the fourth.Tagging may be sporadic, as I am still on hiatus?? I don't know. Don't question my decisions.]

we interrupt your regular programming...

[hard_talker]

[there's no Leonard Cohen tonight, no music, no loud tone of voice.  Mark just dictates flatly, in an almost bored monotone.  he wouldn't have bothered at all, save for the fact that, well ... it's what he's supposed to do.  it's what he would have wanted him to do ... and he knows he should do more, actually be angry or involved, more vocal.  he just doesn't have the heart right now.]

Okay, everyone, we've actually got two new arrivals this week, Annabeth and Konzen.   Someone's opened up a shrink office, for those of you in need of professional help, and Lois updated her report on what's out there in the great wide world of Wonderfuck.

But there's... I mean, I have...

[he's quiet for a moment, but the silence is loaded, like he's holding something he can't handle. and finally, as much as he wishes he were braver than this... as much as he knows this deserves more, he just can't. the blank nameplate he saw this morning... the one that confirmed and compounded the feeling in the pit of his stomach... It's too much. he falls back on his armor, hides behind his old nonchalance]

Oh, and the Doctor's gone.  You know.  The one who just got married.  Gone. 


[radio.  silence.  he doesn't even know how to hold all of this, so he's not going to try.]

(no subject)

[kalinda]

[And in the middle of the night, there's a loud gasping breath of air as a body moves from a bed.]

Nick-- [A breath. Wasn't she just sitting in a chair? With a gun? Just how long was she out?

A pause. A long pause.

And soon there would be the cocking of a gun, footsteps moving across her floor, and a door opening. Minutes would pass before Kalinda finds herself sitting on her bed, glaring down at the open journal at her side.

In an annoyed, tired, and subtly frustrated tone masked in neutrality, she'll continue the accidental dictation with full intention.]

And here I thought I was home.

_{(ooc. open, via journal! yeeee-- OH YEAH SHE HAS A LOSS CHANGE NOW LET ME JUST MAKE AN OOC POST ABOUT THAT.)}