[Dictated. posted before he finds Guilmon]

[biggestdreamer]

[There is the faint sound of a pencil tapping, and then a child's hesitant voice.]

Um, hello? Can anyone hear me? My name is Takato, and I think I'm lost. Um, very lost? I mean, the last thing I remember I was in West Shinjuku, and this doesn't look anything like it.

I know it's impossible, but I can't help but wonder if this is some part of the Digital World. Even though this doesn't look like any part of it I ever saw.

[He laughs softly.]

Maybe I'm dreaming again.

2nd campaign

[campaigns]

[It's the middle of the night, and when a man has a craving for a piece of pie, there's no other cure for it than having that piece of pie. Why the hell not? It's a magic castle, apparently, and that's a thing that can happen.

So there is a man standing in the kitchen, dressed in a suit--you won't find him dressed any less--and eating a piece of pie. Turns out that magic pie is actually pretty great.

He has his journal open on the counter before him as he thumbs through it casually as if it was just a newspaper. Then, a thought occurs to him, one that has nagged at him since his arrival, and he flips to a blank page.]

Aside from any personal sense of accomplishment, is there any point to working at all while we're here?

Do any of you work here? Or are you all considering this one big happy vacation?

Or... vacations. Someone please tell me that summer camp was a one time thing.

✇ 2

[polar]

[Dictated]

( Katara )

[That done, Korra's quickly making her way downstairs to head outside to meet Naga and go for a run. As she descends the staircases, she opens the journal and dictates, though it sounds like her mouth is full. A classy lady, right here, folks.]

S'not so bad here so far. [Munch munch, footsteps!.] Some people are weird, but others are pretty friendly! Guess there's all kinds, huh? Even talking animals! Go figure.

[Chew chew swallow!] What I want to know is what people do to keep busy. Entertainment's pretty scarce. There aren't even any pro-bending matches or anything resembling a sport! Someone needs to get on that.

[Korra's outside now, greeting Naga with a pat on the back before jumping into the saddle. Closing the journal, they take off in the direction of the woods. What will they find?]

((ooc; Open journal, castle, woods, etc!))

jukebox selection G09 - this could be your year ; ryan star

[huntersdaughter]

[There's a sharp exhale across the journal.]

Alright. I've played along so far with the tea dresses with ankle socks and pin curls, but this is an extreme I was not expecting when I came into work today.

I wasn't going to forget that today is the fourth. Honest.

[She's done venting to the castle and now addresses the rest of the place.]

If you've seen the fliers in the lobby, they're accurate. Apparently, the castle is helping me hold a party - which I didn't need help with in the first place, but either way - it starts tonight and everyone's welcome. It's also Steve's birthday, but no gifts required.

Just tell him happy birthday when you see him. [Her voice sounds a bit flatter than usual, seeing as she's not exactly thrilled with what she's wearing. Again.]



Steve ]

We need to talk about the kind of company you kept when you were back home.

And what they wore.

right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe

[impetuous]

( action // town fountain )

( Julia // private )

( Morgana )

041. In The Light

[samson]

( Molotov Cocktease's friends )

[In the meantime, he's working on his car out by the cabin. He'd finally managed to get the garage up, which took a hell of a lot longer than he'd have liked, between getting distracted by world changes and doing Husband Stuff.

The garage is right next to the cabin, the door open as Brock works underneath his car. He has the journal open nearby just in case there's a response or anything else important happening.]

[ooc. open in person if you're out that way for whatever reason!]

Twenty-sixth Spell

[courageous_wit]

[this is not an easy thing to write. They never are]

To anyone who got to know him, James Potter is no longer here in Paradisa. His Rattata found its way to me...


[ooc: posted by James-mun request]

there are places I remember

[cricketycricket]

( [To Paradisa] )

Ah, hello? Everyone? ... I'm afraid I have a bit of an odd apology to make. It seems I've been under a singular loss for the past month or so, and a cruel one: I'd lost all my memories of each and every one of you, as though I'd been sent home and brought back. Having lost and regained friends myself, I know how difficult it must have been for those of you who spoke to me, so - I'd like to make it up to you all somehow. Individually. However you like.

[and then he thinks of Crowley. and River. but mostly Crowley.] Within reason, of course. ... Also, I think I heard something about an upcoming expedition, amidst all the clamor?

I'll offer my TARDIS as transportation to the Dead Zone, but ... well, I'm admittedly on the fence as to whether or not to actually accompany everyone. Not sure if I'd be better served holding down the proverbial fort, now that it's just the one of me here.

[with that, he'll be ... tending to the plants in his room around the TARDIS if anyone decides to drop in!]