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[molotov]

[So, ever since she started talking an acting like a normal person again, Molotov has had a problem.

A 6'8", 250 lb, blond Swedish problem.

Namely, that he won't leave her alone. It wasn't even this bad during their honeymoon. Molotov has crap to do, she can't deal with this 24/7!

But... she doesn't really want to admit to this problem. Or that she doesn't really know enough about sex to actually deal with this issue in a normal way (as opposed to... you know, castration).

So she sends out an anonymous, written, filtered question.]


[Filtered away from anyone under the age of 18]

Is there any way to damper a man's libido (excluding saltpeter)? Is it a medical condition for a man to be in a perpetual state of arousal? A doctor's input would be especially valuable for this situation, but suggestions are welcome.

✿ 049

[adorbs]

( Filter: People who know Yuan or Tim )

[and after that embarrassing filter, she is indeed down in the lobby, working on a coloring book. She's coloring it slowly, and looks over at two cards that are set down next to her coloring book. Buuuuuut, as she turns her attention back to her coloring book, she kind of sort of accidenly elbows her box of crayons, and sends them rolling all over the floor. alsdgha she scrunches up her face for a moment, before she gets on her hands and knees to start picking them up.

Feel free to come by to either sign the cards, or help her with her dire crayon situation! Or, of course, people in the filter can reply over the journal :3]

Two Spoons {Dictated}

[cyan_maid]

[There's a frustrated little sigh, and then the clatter of baking tins. Then silence.]

I don't understand why this is so difficult. I've been trying to bake a cake all morning. I've been trying, and-

[A shuddery little breath.]

And I - can't - remember!

This is ridiculous. It's a cake, for Landsakes! I've made cakes all my life, this should not be hard! And if that weren't enough, I can't seem to...I - I can't seem to...

[This is a little embarrassing for her to admit.]

I try looking at cake recipes and once I look away...I forget the steps entirely.

...I'm going to try again.

[OOC: Jane's stumbled upon her loss, but she's still a bit too stubborn to admit it to herself. She's in the kitchen, covered in flour and somewhat distraught if you'd like some one-on-one interaction, but if not feel free to respond.]

fifty-five points

[endthem]

Excuse me... [addressing the journal in his most mannerly tone] I was wondering if I could ask a favor of whoever is willing to help.

I've heard that there is information from the most recent 'trip' uploaded to the castle computers. However, there are some of us without access to technology, and thus cannot read it. Would anyone be so kind as to transcribe it into the journal and share it with us?

[and then he waits for the kind souls to answer, relaxing at the kitchen table of the Outpost with his glass of lemonade]

Nepeta: Offer your services.

[rogueofheart]

( Filtered to those interested in roleplay )

[But wait, there's more!]

( Filtered to those in need of romantic advice )

[And for those that might not be near a journal, one might catch Nepeta wandering around the castle with some handmade posters advertising her services. She's going around and hanging them on walls and doors where she sees fit.]

♈ Aradia: Cut the ribbon. [open/journal/action!]

[psych0p0mps]

[You know... Aradia's friends are right. She can't mope about the past forever, and all the new historical information has pinged her inner archaeologist (which, incidentally, is also her outer archaeologist) so brightly that she can't help feeling a little excited. And more like herself again, even if she feels a tiny bit guilty about feeling better. Feels are complicated.

Thus, she has drawn a colorful crayon sign into the journal, and hung up copies of it all over the castle probably right next to Nepeta's flyers:]


[And true to her word, there is a party going on at the outpost! Drop on in, why don't ya?]

[ Journal Replies / Around the Castle | Transportalizer | Common Room | Dome Room | Around the Outpost | LASTLOOK SIGNUPS ]

((ooc: hang on a minute whilst i post sections- OKAY IT'S READY GO GO GO))

(no subject)

[checklist]

[ Twilight was supposed to meet up with Rarity today. They were going out for lunch on the town, except, well....

The room is empty. The nameplate is gone.

There's only one explanation, or at least, only one that Twilight's heard.

But she... needs to make sure. ]


[ Rarity ]

We were supposed to go out today. But your room's empty... did you move somewhere? [ Without telling your friends? ]


[ Public ]

[ Twilight gives Rarity a few hours... she paces back and forth in front of her journal, casting glances at it every minute or so, but after it's been so long and no word from Rarity... ]

Everypony, I think.... that Rarity's left.

I... I'm sorry.



[ She adds in after a minute- ]

If anypony needs me, I'm going to be on the roof. That's where everypony goes at times like this, right?


[ And, true to her word, Twilight can be found brooding on the castle roof, laying down on the cold stone with her journal open in front of her, slowly leafing through it.

Feel free to poke via journal or in person... in pony. Whatever. ]

♫ 5 [broadcast/journal]

[both_neither]

[Hey Paradisa. There's the sudden sound of this music crackles to life this afternoon. It plays through without comment before Gren speaks]

It's been a crazy couple of weeks, huh? We've lost a lot people, gained a lot of people, and pretty much had a lot of what we knew about this place thrown upside down.

And it's easy to let all that ruin your day and start getting mad at this place. I'm not saying not to be angry or sad or happy or whatever it is you're feeling. I'm saying...this place isn't all there is to your life. It might seem like it, sure. It's hard not to feel completely out of control when you got this placing yanking your string every other day.

And you can't tell me everybody's home is the best thing to go back to. There's bad parts to everything, but that doesn't stop it from being home, because it's familiar and because there's still things you miss about it.

There's gotta be something good you can hang onto. A rainbow you can follow. A little positive thinking might not kill you.

[He pauses to chuckle softly and starts up the music again]

And if you think it will, I'll find all the depressing music to play next week...

((OOC: Pretend there is a playlist of similarly-toned songs after this, I'm lazy. You can pick this up either way, but keep in mind Gren doesn't change his signal or filter, thus the general ambuiguity. Also he actually does this every week I just...don't have something relevant for him to say all the time. But the music is a semi-regular thing))

Syntax Error 16

[wizard_redfive]

[All right, Dairine is done with mourning. Mourning won’t bring Bucky back. And isolating herself isn’t working that great anyway. The castle still needs her.

Even if strange dreams still haunt her, even if the pain hasn't fully disappeared (she knows from past experience that it never will), Dairine is ready to move on.

But first she has some things she needs to do.]

( Bucky Barnes )

[Then later, after she’s gotten that out there, she writes down a few more filters. She’s not sure if they’ll answer or not, but…]

[ Galadriel ]

[A very tired (and slightly troubled) voice comes from the journal.]

I could use some company, if you don't mind.

[ Peeta, Chaucer, Steve ]

[There's a long period of silence after the filter is written, but eventually she gets up the nerve to say something.]

Hey. [Aaaaand, that's it. SOB]

((Backdated to Tuesday afternoon, because I'm sloooow. /hides in shame))

ⅲ┆i've heard this melody somewhere before

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Cloud's exploring a little, making a mental map of it all, there are more rooms out there than the kitchen after all. And he finally comes across the music room... Oh look, there is a piano... Approaches to it and sits... Yeah, why not?]

How did it go? ...

[Oh yeah, he remembered!]

... That wasn't too bad... Guess I could do better.

[Talking to himself here--he's not aware the journal appeared right next to him.]



{{open through via journal or in person. it is supposed to sound faily <3}}

eleventh problem [ action ]

[withmymind]

[ Do you remember that statue that appeared in the lobby six weeks ago? The statue that looks like that odd girl, that one River Tam?

If you're walking by the lobby today you'll see the statue as normal, until around half past two that afternoon. It may seem as if at first the statue is glowing but really the statue is turning from grey stone into colour, and eventually back into a person. Once the statue has finished transforming it - the girl - falls to the floor, a little confused and rather troubled ]

Went away, lost in a trap. Didn't dig, but came back. Shouldn't be right.

[ River's just going to sit on the floor, pondering, trying to find herself again. She doesn't seem in a hurry to go anywhere ]

fifth cheer [ dictated ]

[formercheerio]

So here's a question.

[ This is quite possible the first time that Quinn has made an entry without complaining ]

In a castle full of rooms what of them aren't bedrooms?

[ She's seen the kitchen, the lobby and... well, not much else, she's spent most of her time outside than looking around the castle ]

And is there a piano?

Episode 94

[spongetastic]

Out of curiosity, what's the longest time anyone's experienced a loss? I know some people have been in a castle-induced sleep for months at a time, but what about actual losses that change them?

[because Hesam's been a kid for a while and Peter misses his friend]


( Cair Paradisa )

dictated;

[waterbends]

I feel like I haven't left my room in weeks. D'you guys think the castle has calmed down?

[ZUKO]

Hey. Talk to me.


[TOPH]

Let's wreck something.


[ZELOS]

It's been a while. What kind of trouble have you gotten into lately?

2nd Problem; Action- backdated to the morning of the 14th

[knock_knock]

[Wyoming really hadn't been entirely convinced on the whole magic thing, but the fact that he and Gary are both animals right now are not helping the case against it too much.

And the fact that this had to happen in the middle of the lobby is probably not the best of things that could happen to them right now. Buy hey- at least the castle left the journal on a nearby table so it shouldn't be hard for others to figure out. Oh wait, other people figuring that out could be a bad thing? Woops.

Currently the two of them are trying to make it out the door and towards someplace outside, but instinct keeps sending Wyoming scurrying into hiding underneath nearby objects whenever he hears someone else nearby- and Gary isn't exactly helpfull when he's now a lizard of a size that would fit in a child's hand.

Anyone want to help them out?  I'm pretty sure this can only end well.]

[OOC: Yep, Wyoming and Gary are both under loss until sometime on the 19th. Feel free to do horrible things.]