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[huntersdaughter]

[ all friends & acquaintances of Steve Rogers ]
[this entry is backdated to earlier in the morning 6/30 9:30AM]

I'm not sure how many of you are aware of this, but Steve's birthday is Wednesday. I know, ironic with it being the 4th of July, but that's how it goes. I'm going to be having a small party for him at the Lux. So, you're all invited.

Just let me know you're coming so I know how many to expect.

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[Then, as Jo works in the Lux for her entire shift the clock strikes midnight and something happens. She's suddenly in a dress. Which, is wrong. So very wrong. Her hair is pulled high to her head, pins placed with small curls being pressed tight to her temple. Again, wrong, and the bar is not the bar. At least, not the Boston Tavern that she's used to being in.

Exhaling, she frowns and glances around. Reaching for her journal, she makes an unfiltered entry.]

Anyone else enter into a flashback? I mean, we all just got back from Camp. This place can't keep stacking these things up so close on us.


((ooc: The first entry is earlier on Saturday morning, the bottom action portion is more to the First of July to start Lux Noir opt-in plot. details. I am exhausted though, and I just wanted to make sure to get this up on time. I will tag all of this tomorrow. <3))

001

[ex_stoically95]

[ True to form, as soon as he'd awoken, Rude had said nothing. In fact, his morning routine changed little with the sudden rise in castle: sit up, rub your head, shake off the lingering effects of last night's drowning in liquor. Swing your legs off the bed, and attempt to stand.

Find yourself somewhere strange. Alright. Still clothed? No Materia.

Kisaragi.

Maybe not. The humiliation level wasn't right, and with a short noise and a furrowing of his brow, he patted around for his sunglasses before exiting the room.

A day later and several circuits around the castle completed, Rude was getting the funny feeling that he wasn't in Midgar anymore. Everything was too stone-and-grass for that dystopian nightmare of a capital: things were getting towards afternoon by the time he returned to the room, eyes alighting on a simple brown journal. Hadn't he seen that book today?

Hadn't he seen it everywhere?

Curious. Taking a seat right back on the bed, Rude started paging through it, eyebrows rising with continued incredulity. This was some serious tech...and if he had it right, he wasn't the only person to suddenly become castle-bound. ]

...

[ Okay. Time to possibly look stupid. ]



...hello.

2

[imalwaysright]

[It's been about a week, and there wasn't another world change. It's probably a good time to ask about jobs.]

So, after the whole camp thing, it looks like this place is back to normal. Well, as normal as a magic castle can get.

Anyway, I'm Stiles, I got here a couple of weeks ago. And I was wondering if anybody was looking to hire? Because I'm so ready to get a job and get my own place. Or share a place, that would also be great. Anything to not be in the castle.

Three Spoons {Dictation}

[cyan_maid]

[This entry is backdated to about midmorning on July 1st.]

[There are some dainty sniffles coming from the journal today, as if they came from someone who had just begun to recover from a cry, and not even the good kind of cry that makes you feel better. A couple cake batter fingerprints appear, and then are hastily wiped away. That only smudges the paper.]

Oh...I'm sorry about that, I...

[A pause. Jane blows her nose.]

I was...cleaning up a mess...in the kitchen. I'm really sorry about all of that batter...in the sink...that's my fault...!

[Oh sugar, her voice is cracking. Better make this quick.]

I think I'm...ready to admit to my loss...

( {Filter to - Anyone who confronted her about her loss} )

( {Filtered to - Uru} )

The 228 Massacre

[onlyanapple]

[For anyone playing on Castlenet today, they will find the mysterious hacker is back (not that he ever really made much of an effort to BE mysterious about it), with a brand new game to infuriate you all. If you win, YOU SAVE THE WORLD. And don't worry, that sound can't grate on you forever, right? Well, even if it does, just like the Nyan Cat before it, turning off or even removing the speakers entirely will not stop that ENDLESS CLICKING.

For those not with the ability or the means to explore the castle's internet system, he has decided to pose a riddle. He could say it's because he wants it to be fair and give everyone something to do, but the honest truth of it is that he's bored, and listening to people bitch and whine over the journal over something he's created is somewhat entertaining to him. So, he idly dictates;]

Here's a question for you, Paradisa. To pass the time.

A man is in a tent. It offers no protection from the weather, but if he leaves it, he will die. Why?

[[ooc: As always feel free to discover the new game as you like, here, in your own posts, whatever, go for it!]]

021 | dictated

[formersocialite]

Can anyone tell me what today's date is?

I distinctly remember it being May the last time I was awake.

( filtered to those she knows )

( filtered to Charles Gunn )

Chapter Thirteen- Back to the Roots

[noblewomanspage]

[There’s a thirteen year-old British boy sitting on a couch in the lobby, his legs pulled up to his chest and his journal sitting beside him. The clever little thing has already figured out how to use it.]

I'm bored. This is a magical castle, right? Shouldn't there be witches and fairies and the like?

[He shifts around a little before speaking into the journal again.]

Oh, right. Is my papa- [He clears his throat, trying to sound manlier.] Is John Chaucer here?