twenty-five detention slips

[delincuente]

So you know what sucks? Besides, like, vacuums and stuff? 

Forgetting your birthday because you were too busy singing Kumbayah in a magic forest. 

[Alex's voice is muffled by a mouthful of cake and ice cream, which she is currently eating in the dining room, her feet propped up on the table. The rest of the cake is in a box nearby, looking kind of lonely and squished. This is clearly some crazy birthday party.]

If anyone wants some cake, or something, I have like half of one left down here in the dining room. Come knock yourself out. 

((ooc: backdated to early in the afternoon))

(no subject)

[webbing]

So hypothetically speaking I opened up the journal and asked the following question when it was roughly one hour ago, so the name sake makes sense.

Alright, that little statement out of the way, now that we're done with the whole Kumbaya gather round the campfire and make s'mores while demon dogs from hell attack us viciously thing, I need recommendations for midnight snacks. All spit roasted foods are out. If I could stab it with a stick and hold it over a fire, I don't want it. Also nothing that'll keep me up. Low sugar, no caffeine. That last one is what got me here in the first place.

─ one hundred & forty-three

[amiable]

( nancy downs & zeke tyler )

33

[inmylight_commander]

[Thanks to the castle's meddling, Kat's official first day back had been spent relaxing, and while it had been a little frustrating to not be able to jump right into things the way she would have liked, it did give her a chance to reflect on the memories she was still receiving and digging up.]

[But, now she was back on her terms, and that meant getting down to business.]

Filtered to Friends and Allies, both new and old

Status report. Now. I've got a lot of catching up to do.

/Filter

[A faint pause after that filter. She'd had certain memories, recollections of past conversations, she knew what would have happened if she had really been sent home, and just Jorge's and Six's presence here reinforces what she had at one time thought was a complete and utter lie.]

[There's a small hint of amusement amid the determination in her voice.] I guess it is true. Spartans never die.

[She'll be reacquainting herself with the castle and surrounding grounds today, patrolling in full armor. Feel free to run into her anywhere!]

ⅳ┆dictated

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Cloud's in the gym, working out a bit, mainly doing squats and trying not to lose count of them--But by now, he has restarted from one about fifty times...

Something is been bothering him since yesterday and he's not getting over it, which is the weird part of everything. What if he didn't remember some guy? It would probably be easier if Reno hadn't told him he should be remembering him. Of course it was Reno's word against his own, but still bothered him a little. It was probably not his fault that he didn't remember someone that considered him a friend, but as far as he knew, he had found out what his loss was already. What if the castle had made him forget about that guy as well? In that place everything seemed possible but going home after all... Then again it could be Zack's loss, but there was no way to know that for sure, not for now at least.

Conveniently, the journal falls from some pocket he had been keeping it in (even though he didn't quite remembered putting it there...) Hmm, he should probably ask... Sits right there in the middle of the gym and opens the journal.]

[ Filtered away from Zack Fair ]

How many losses are people supposed to have?

[Hmm, why not?]

(  Zack Fair  )

{{open in person or through journal}}

(no subject)

[deterrence]

[some murmuring that bears a startling resemblance to "it's like an oversized caterpillar..."


... (why green?)


the following message is dictated, addressed to anybody on the other end of the journal in general:]

May I inquire as to what kind of appeal can be found in facial hair? I've never understood it.

[ooc: mini-loss, handwaving someone (whoever, really, can be your character if you wish) drawing on Shizuru's statue a Mario mustache that followed her back. it'll be gone soonish. BUT THIS QUESTION IS IN ALL SERIOUSNESS]

008 Glóire don Athair is don Mhac is don Spriod Naomh

[shepherdsveritas]

[That chariot race thing got Connor thinking. He holds his journal open in one hand, taking a drag off his cigarette before speaking]

How many've ya actually know how t'make shite by hand 'round here? An' I'm not talkin' 'buot food. Like buildin' things out've wood or stone, things like that. An' how many've ya actually do it? Or do all've ya jus' make a wish an' let th'castle make it for ya?

There's somethin' t'be said 'bout makin' somethin' yerself. An' if anyone wants somethin' hand made I could help ya with that. Wouldn't mind somethin' t'do 'round here.

[That being said, Connor is taking a walk around town. He doesn't look to be walking with any particular destination or path in mind. He's just taking his time, smoking and watching the people around him. Though with his dark sunglasses who could tell where he's actually looking? Is he checking out the shop window? Or the reflections in it? Is he looking at the flowers in the cart or the towns person selling them? The world may never know.]

((OOC: Open for journal or anywhere in town. He'll be walking around all day so feel free to see him ANYWHERE.))

sixth birdsong

[fly_little_bird]

( Panem Crew sans Clove )

[For the first time since she's gotten to the castle, Rue's walking out the front doors and headed for the garden by herself. She has a book on flowers and a notebook in a bag and is spending the day among the flowers, singing softly to herself. The Satyr had told her she was the Spirit of the Rue, it was high time she lived up to that.]

((ooc: Open for the garden, or if you want to hear her singing over the journal :D))

053 - The Singing Sea (Backdated to the 27th)

[jammin_with_ed]

[Edward is dancing down the seventh floor hallway in the castle with a cake balanced on her head. It may be a day late but, well, they were at camp. She twirls her way towards Spike's room singing at the top of her lungs]

Happy happy birthday to Spiii~iike
Happy happy birthday to Spiii~iike
Is it your birthday? Yes it is!
Cake and presents and balloooooooooooons

[She bursts through his door, grinning from ear to ear]

Happy Birthday Spiiiiiike!!

044. [dictated, open to action]

[pierrotism]

W-Wow... so it actually is a castle...

W-Well! That's neat and all but I still don't want to be here! At the very least, I wish I had my textbooks-

[oh.

They just.

Appeared in front of him.]

Oh.

Well, that's nice. Thanks!

[and now he can be found studying in the lobby with all his textbooks and a note book]


(ooc: still on the loss!)

34 traps filled

[ectobabble]

[there's a groan over the journals]

Wow. Um. ... So ... if a little mechanical thing got into anyone's bunks some time before everything changed back, uh. It's kind of a little bit my fault, so I'm really really sorry ... and someone remind me that just because you feel like you're in college again doesn't mean you can still drink like it.

Ugh.

[he may or may not have slept through most of his first day back at the castle. drunk science, you are a cruel mistress.]

But hey, today's another day, right? Who else signed up at the outpost for the expedition to Lastlook?

ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ

[confidente]

( filtered to friends or acquaintances of Sherlock Holmes (this includes the man himself) -- also filtered away from James Moriarty and anyone who would help him. )

[ Sharp inhale, you can do this John. ] Has anyone seen Sherlock-- [ Ah, maybe he can't. The mere mention of the man's name summons a plethora of emotions that really should not be mixed together. ] He wasn't in the clinic when I woke up. I haven't been back to the flat to see if the nameplate is still there and I haven't heard anything...

I know Paradisa brings back the dea-- [ Stop. Don't go there. ]

Look if anyone has seen him, or heard from him can you just... let me known.

[ Even the slimmest hope is worth taking a look at, even if John is clinging to it desperately like a drowning man, struggling to reach shore. ]


(ooc; you don't need to be friends with sherlock to see this filter, blah blah john is a little desperate.)

TWO } Mark 5:41 He took her by the hand and said to her, "Talitha koum!"

[kidwiththeleash]

[ACTION]

[Integra has been doing her best to take care of herself here, shying away from most people and doing most of her interacting over the journals.

But now, she's out and about and you have a chance to see her in action! And by in action, I mean currently standing on the countertop attempting to reach something from the cupboard. She's still not tall enough, and the girl has already knocked some things down off the shelf in a attempt to get what she wants.

Crash! There goes the salt on the floor, oops...

Curse you, whoever put the damn crunchy peanut butter way up high! And she was just starting to get really good at sandwiches!]

third Crazy Thought [Dictated]

[not_like_the_rest]

So, I can't curse, huh?
Really?! That's my "thing"?

Castle, how about you just go fornicate with yourself?

I'd love to hear how other people curse though. Make my ears ring, people.

[ALL the people of Panem filter]

I'm tired of all this pansy footing around. Don't trust Clove, keep Rue locked up, bla bla bla.

This isn't the games, so suck it up. As trapped as we might be here, this is no where near as messed up as the Capital.

So, everyone, in the lobby. Now. I'll hunt you down if I have to.

✇ 1

[polar]

[Why hello there, Paradisa! What a lovely, spacious, clean lobby you have! It's so shiny and dirt free, the ghosts must have worked on it for hours. Or magic, whichever. It's almost like it's asking to be messed up... Well what do you know-- here's Korra and Naga coming to do just that.

The main doors to the lobby suddenly fly open, revealing a teenager and a polar bear dog. The girl's yawning loudly as she rides into the room. She keeps her eyes closed and leans back in the sadel, talking to someone who obviously isn't there anymore.]

I agree with Bolin. We should definitely find some food soon, I'm famished!

[She falls silent now, waiting for a response from someone, but the only thing she receives is Naga stopping and whining quietly. This causes Korra to open her eyes and look around, suddenly much more alert than she was before.]

Ohhhhkay. This really isn't below Republic City. Pretty sure Gommu would have mentioned this... [Glancing down to her friend, she pats Naga on the side.] What do you think, girl?

[It's a louder whine this time. She glances back to see the trail of sewer muck they've brought into the lobby.]

I hope whoever owns this place won't be too mad, but being near sewers is a risk I guess.

[She jumps off Naga now, giving the creature space as she shakes herself off, mucky water flying everywhere. Some drops even sprinkle the pages of the open journal nearby. Hopefully no one was too close to them.]

((ooc: Open journal or lobby action))

[Backdated to yesterday.]

[cantacquityou]

 [[Finally. Being able to move has got to be the most awesome thing ever. You've never seen a man more happy to be merely walking (though you won't, because he's holed up in his room in sheer humiliation). If you were a camper (as opposed to an inanimate object), you might have come across...this somewhere about the grounds.]]

( ['Private,' but easily hackable for the lulz.] )

[[ooc; So I made this jackoff into a statue for the past plot due to being on hiatus. I was going to put him in Apollo, but I made him Justice instead *brick* ...Lady Justice, to be precise. So, that's what he looked like, all hourglass-shaped and one glorious teat in full display IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE. Feel free to have adorned him in clothes/had your dog piss on him/etc. while he was bronzing out in the sun.]]

twenty-three

[hyuuga]

So, um, this is the third time that people have returned remembering Paradisa, correct? Has anyone else noticed any patterns for it aside from...it occurring during the time of a world change, that they all think they have been living there...and the possibility of a second loss? It makes me wonder if...if every one of us does not actually get to go home when we leave. That we may all find ourselves simply in another world with the wrong memories. Or if it is even actually another world.

[She's finally giving voice to the questions she's had ever since she returned from Unova, having finally found the words she wanted. This last time, plus some recent events, helped her out in that.]

I am curious as to what others might think on this... Or, um, if anyone might have any of their own theories.

(flopcat)

[sometimesbeth]

( somewhere a bit away from the castle grounds )