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Jun. 19th, 2012
001 Summon ❈
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ninjainviolet[If anyone's paying attention, they'll hear sounds of scuffling, along with the unmistakable noise of things being strewn about. Among all the chaos, a strident female voice can be heard despite the obvious fact she's muttering to herself.]
When I find out which noble did this, he or she and I are going to have a nice little "talk", since I doubt the king would move me in my sleep from the inn. He has no reason to try to impress me. [Her inflection clearly reflects that the talk may not be so nice.] I can apologize for the condition of the room then, but I have to find it. [A beat.] It is a nice room, though, if a bit overdone for my taste.
[There's a pause as she moves about, before a gasp is heard.] What the hell is this? That isn't Meltokio! Where the hell am I? Maybe that book will help.
[The journal opens, and the voice coming through is now surprised.] This... This is my name! [Pages flip.] And these look like someone's written in it already! Wait. No, a lot of "someones". [Suddenly stops and the book hits the table as she drops it.] That's what I just said! It's writing everything I say! What's going on here? Where am I? And how do I get back home? And... [Her voice trails off and becomes quieter with a touch of sadness.]
Since I was traveling alone, I have no one I can talk to who would understand, but maybe putting it down in this thing will help, since it looks like different people write in it anyway. Maybe one of them can help me. [She takes a deep breath] I…can’t find Corrine’s Bell anywhere, and I’ve been pretty thorough in looking for it [The crashing sounds from earlier]. I usually have it tucked inside my obi, but it’s not there anymore. I don’t think I was robbed, but if I was, why take that? It’s not worth any money…
But, it does mean a lot to me, and I want it back!
[ooc: Adding this note. Sheena's responses are all dictated at this point, since she doesn't know about the other functions of the journal. YET.]
When I find out which noble did this, he or she and I are going to have a nice little "talk", since I doubt the king would move me in my sleep from the inn. He has no reason to try to impress me. [Her inflection clearly reflects that the talk may not be so nice.] I can apologize for the condition of the room then, but I have to find it. [A beat.] It is a nice room, though, if a bit overdone for my taste.
[There's a pause as she moves about, before a gasp is heard.] What the hell is this? That isn't Meltokio! Where the hell am I? Maybe that book will help.
[The journal opens, and the voice coming through is now surprised.] This... This is my name! [Pages flip.] And these look like someone's written in it already! Wait. No, a lot of "someones". [Suddenly stops and the book hits the table as she drops it.] That's what I just said! It's writing everything I say! What's going on here? Where am I? And how do I get back home? And... [Her voice trails off and becomes quieter with a touch of sadness.]
Since I was traveling alone, I have no one I can talk to who would understand, but maybe putting it down in this thing will help, since it looks like different people write in it anyway. Maybe one of them can help me. [She takes a deep breath] I…can’t find Corrine’s Bell anywhere, and I’ve been pretty thorough in looking for it [The crashing sounds from earlier]. I usually have it tucked inside my obi, but it’s not there anymore. I don’t think I was robbed, but if I was, why take that? It’s not worth any money…
But, it does mean a lot to me, and I want it back!
[ooc: Adding this note. Sheena's responses are all dictated at this point, since she doesn't know about the other functions of the journal. YET.]
[dictated] - seanchaithe
Jun. 19th, 2012 01:35 pmsixguns[Noah is in his workshop, the journal resting beside him, propped up by a couple of books. He's been reading, listening, and working on a few things people have ordered. One piece is a leather vest fitted onto a tailor's mannequin, turned so that only the back is visible.
[He's taken a break from his leathers to carve. He's holding a palm-sized chunk of wood, slowly teasing something out of it with a sharp pocket knife.]
I've not had th' chance t' see too much of th' land beyond th' city, but I know some of ye have. I've heard about th' dead zone an' th' outpost, but I've not been here long enough t' hear the tales. I've done some readin' in th' library, but that only goes so far.
I'm askin' ye to tell me a story. Where ye've been, what ye've seen, where ye might go again.
[He's taken a break from his leathers to carve. He's holding a palm-sized chunk of wood, slowly teasing something out of it with a sharp pocket knife.]
I've not had th' chance t' see too much of th' land beyond th' city, but I know some of ye have. I've heard about th' dead zone an' th' outpost, but I've not been here long enough t' hear the tales. I've done some readin' in th' library, but that only goes so far.
I'm askin' ye to tell me a story. Where ye've been, what ye've seen, where ye might go again.
eight breaks of the stone
Jun. 19th, 2012 05:12 pmcraggyfaced[Durge can be found in the library today, settled into an armchair with a book open on his lap. He's wearing a rather intense look on concentration on his face as he flips a page, as well as a large, purple, curly-tailed cat draped across the back of his muscular shoulders.
He's also muttering softly to himself, and perhaps hasn't noticed that his Pokemon has flipped the journal open with her tail.]
If these things called 'ah-toms' are so small, how does one know they exist at all?
Meow
I do not understand either, Miss Maudie. I imagine Lady Grace could have explained it to me, if I had known back then to ask...
[The cat trills and the knight pauses to pat her on the head before turning back to his reading with a sigh]
He's also muttering softly to himself, and perhaps hasn't noticed that his Pokemon has flipped the journal open with her tail.]
If these things called 'ah-toms' are so small, how does one know they exist at all?
Meow
I do not understand either, Miss Maudie. I imagine Lady Grace could have explained it to me, if I had known back then to ask...
[The cat trills and the knight pauses to pat her on the head before turning back to his reading with a sigh]
unnaturalpause[Anyone who has interacted with a cat in the last three weeks]
[Most open ended filter ever and he's only slightly worried about what sort of response he'll get. But he has to ask.]
Has anyone come across a fluffy white cat that seems more irritable or more intelligent then your average one?
[/cat filter]
Has anyone ever been permanetly turned into an animal? Or does anyone know how long the longest loss has been here? Apart from the ones we experience upon our arrival.
[Most open ended filter ever and he's only slightly worried about what sort of response he'll get. But he has to ask.]
Has anyone come across a fluffy white cat that seems more irritable or more intelligent then your average one?
[/cat filter]
Has anyone ever been permanetly turned into an animal? Or does anyone know how long the longest loss has been here? Apart from the ones we experience upon our arrival.
Syntax Error 17
Jun. 19th, 2012 06:10 pmwizard_redfive[ Katniss ]
[Dairine hasn't heard from her in a long time. And while she trusts that Katniss can take care of herself (usually), a vocal assurance would be nice. Especially with Clove still lurking around.]
Hey Kat, how’re you doing?
[ Alan Bradley ]
Just a heads up; I’m coming over. Hope you don’t mind!
((Open to action in the halls of Ira tower and for those in the Bradley residence.))
[Dairine hasn't heard from her in a long time. And while she trusts that Katniss can take care of herself (usually), a vocal assurance would be nice. Especially with Clove still lurking around.]
Hey Kat, how’re you doing?
[ Alan Bradley ]
Just a heads up; I’m coming over. Hope you don’t mind!
((Open to action in the halls of Ira tower and for those in the Bradley residence.))
Six Truffula Trees
Jun. 19th, 2012 06:16 pmwhichwayyoulean( The Lorax/Private )
[Ow. That loud thud was the Once-ler’s fist connecting with his table. Note to self: don’t do that, it hurts. He rubs his hand, glaring down at the private thoughts transcribed on the page, before deciding to dictate into it again. This time, publicly]
If you thought you could start to try and make some good for all the things you’ve done wrong back home here, if you could...I don't know, try to make a difference in a good way, would you?
Even if it doesn’t make a single bit of difference back home, where it all really matters. Even if there's a very good chance when you do go home it'll be forgotten. All that work you did, everything you did to make yourself feel better was just gone.
Do you still think it's worth it to try?
[There's an awkward pause] Just wondering. Y'know?
[Ow. That loud thud was the Once-ler’s fist connecting with his table. Note to self: don’t do that, it hurts. He rubs his hand, glaring down at the private thoughts transcribed on the page, before deciding to dictate into it again. This time, publicly]
If you thought you could start to try and make some good for all the things you’ve done wrong back home here, if you could...I don't know, try to make a difference in a good way, would you?
Even if it doesn’t make a single bit of difference back home, where it all really matters. Even if there's a very good chance when you do go home it'll be forgotten. All that work you did, everything you did to make yourself feel better was just gone.
Do you still think it's worth it to try?
[There's an awkward pause] Just wondering. Y'know?
1/010: Sailing for Science!!!!!!!!!
Jun. 19th, 2012 07:23 pmwheatdos( Filtered GLaDOS )
( Filtered to Larry )
( Filtered to Luna )
[Action/Filtered to bad guys and people who won't judge him, AND from people looking out for the well being of the castle. All the good guys. You know who you are. Filtered away from: Nick, Luna, Maya, Larry, duke and Glados. Dhaos can see this, but ACTION ONLY just cause. :Y]
[If it's action. Wheatley would be pacing up and down the castle grounds outside, in his usual up kept clothing. He ditched the lab coat, for it was way too hot for that, but if anyone saw him, he'd be pacing, looking like a real intellectual. A real distraught intellectual.]
I'm... uh, I'm beginning to think that I might not be one of the good guys here.
( Filtered to Larry )
( Filtered to Luna )
[If it's action. Wheatley would be pacing up and down the castle grounds outside, in his usual up kept clothing. He ditched the lab coat, for it was way too hot for that, but if anyone saw him, he'd be pacing, looking like a real intellectual. A real distraught intellectual.]
I'm... uh, I'm beginning to think that I might not be one of the good guys here.
007// Hands off training (Open)
Jun. 19th, 2012 08:50 pmectoparody[Should anyone be actively listing to their Journal at this point...or well, just have it anywhere in the general vicinity of themselves, they would be hearing a rather strange noise. An odd grunting was filtering through, followed by the sounds of pages trying to flip, only to fall back down again, which would quickly be accompanied by a frustrated sigh. Eventually though, it sounded as if the person had finally managed to get his journal open and anyone who knew Peter could tell it was him, though his normal deadpan was punctuated by a certain tone somewhere between frustration and oddly enough, worry, which was highly unusual coming from him]
So...I uh...well I'm not really sure what to do here to be honest. Looks like someone thought it would be funny to up and run off with a certain few parts of me here. Anyone think they could come and gimme a hand here? ...Or two, two would be nice.
(Pete's suffered his first secondary loss! Feel free to help, fret, or just laugh at him, and anyone is invited to take part, so have fun~!)
So...I uh...well I'm not really sure what to do here to be honest. Looks like someone thought it would be funny to up and run off with a certain few parts of me here. Anyone think they could come and gimme a hand here? ...Or two, two would be nice.
(Pete's suffered his first secondary loss! Feel free to help, fret, or just laugh at him, and anyone is invited to take part, so have fun~!)
101.9 - day late and a dollar short?
Jun. 19th, 2012 10:00 pmhard_talker[At 10 PM on the nose, Leonard Cohen drifts over the journal, and fades out, segueing slowly into this. Mark lets it play quietly in the background as he talks]
Okay, yeah, I know, folks, Hard Harry forgot what fuckin' day it was. Those of you who were listening for the sound of my beautiful voice last night can blame Final Tales of the Dragon 12. That fucking airship level is a pain in the ASS. Just saying. ... [ahem]
You know, I was gonna do some musical critique tonight, but it actually looks like there's a lot of shit going on worth talkin' about this week. And not just our usual welcomes, either, though you can totally keep an eye out for our newbies: Eli, Stiles, Bruce, Garry, Conner, Edward, and Sheena. But hey, it's news time!
The people who ended up stuck in backwards land brought back somethin' pretty goddamn interesting. For those of you who didn't see it up on CastleNet, or don't know how to use a computer, someone else was nice enough to write it down on page (blah). We have a new outpost that opened up, and there's been talk of another expedition soon. ... Someone else is looking for people's stories about the world out in the Dead Zone ... I know a whole bunch of you are all about that shit, so go hit him up about it. And hey! Calling all green thumbs, someone's looking for gardening advice. Oh, and in case you guys missed the cans that got left outside your doors earlier this week, you might wanna check 'em out. They've got some good stuff inside. Useful. Oh, and, uh ... did anyone figure out what the deal was with the giant question mark in the journal?
[Lois Lane]
So hey, you know how I was gonna get in touch with a First Gen? ... I talked to Nancy.
Okay, yeah, I know, folks, Hard Harry forgot what fuckin' day it was. Those of you who were listening for the sound of my beautiful voice last night can blame Final Tales of the Dragon 12. That fucking airship level is a pain in the ASS. Just saying. ... [ahem]
You know, I was gonna do some musical critique tonight, but it actually looks like there's a lot of shit going on worth talkin' about this week. And not just our usual welcomes, either, though you can totally keep an eye out for our newbies: Eli, Stiles, Bruce, Garry, Conner, Edward, and Sheena. But hey, it's news time!
The people who ended up stuck in backwards land brought back somethin' pretty goddamn interesting. For those of you who didn't see it up on CastleNet, or don't know how to use a computer, someone else was nice enough to write it down on page (blah). We have a new outpost that opened up, and there's been talk of another expedition soon. ... Someone else is looking for people's stories about the world out in the Dead Zone ... I know a whole bunch of you are all about that shit, so go hit him up about it. And hey! Calling all green thumbs, someone's looking for gardening advice. Oh, and in case you guys missed the cans that got left outside your doors earlier this week, you might wanna check 'em out. They've got some good stuff inside. Useful. Oh, and, uh ... did anyone figure out what the deal was with the giant question mark in the journal?
[Lois Lane]
So hey, you know how I was gonna get in touch with a First Gen? ... I talked to Nancy.
6 ⓢ country style
Jun. 19th, 2012 11:14 pmsupes[It's late, but Clark is up anyway. He's making a late-night snack of baked apples for him and Lois, and because the oven in their apartment is on the fritz he's doing it in the kitchen. Chris is tucked into bed, the dogs are walked, and presumably Conner is off doing teenager-y things... he'll check in eventually.
But for now: baked cinnamon apples, the smell wafting through the kitchen, the buttery cinnamon and brown sugar topping bubbling. He's doing dishes at the sink while he waits, cleaning up after not only himself, but also whoever else has left dishes around. Who says the ghosts should do all the work? His journal lays on the kitchen table.
And he whistles cheerfully while he's at it.]
I made a few extra baked apples. Come help yourself in ten minutes, if anyone's interested.
( Private )
But for now: baked cinnamon apples, the smell wafting through the kitchen, the buttery cinnamon and brown sugar topping bubbling. He's doing dishes at the sink while he waits, cleaning up after not only himself, but also whoever else has left dishes around. Who says the ghosts should do all the work? His journal lays on the kitchen table.
And he whistles cheerfully while he's at it.]
I made a few extra baked apples. Come help yourself in ten minutes, if anyone's interested.
( Private )