16 -action; slightly backdated-

[takethat]

[It's the Fourth of July, and Phoenix is in his element.

Standing a safe distance from the castle or any trees, he's positioning various fireworks--Roman candles, "flower bouquets," sparklers, smoke bombs and the like--safely in the ground before lighting them and ducking for cover.

After each one, he laughs merrily and hurries off to set fire to another, and another, lighting up the early evening sky with brilliant color all the while. Fireworks are deeply important to him, and he's enjoying every moment of these.]

045. [dictated]

[foolreversed]

[well that was... an interesting past few weeks. He stares at the textbooks around him, and ends up shoving them all in a pile, not sure yet if he wants to destroy them or look back fondly.

Welp. Might as well let people know.]

Um. Hey.

Just saying that I'm back to normal now. No more of that teenager stuff.

[a pause... before he mutters under his breath:]

Man, why did that leave me wanting to practice magic tricks again...



(ooc: loss is over!)

bâšu [dictated]

[demonologist]

[Filtered to Fred and Lana]

Did either of you get a letter to dress Elektra this morning? Or am I the victim some sort of ridiculous prank, of which one of you is likely to be the culprit?

[Dictated; Action for Clinic]

[modernholmes]

 [As he slowly woke up, Conan was distantly aware of a pounding headache.  He stares blankly up at the ceiling for a minute, before finally processing that he had somehow arrived in the clinic in Paradisa again.]

Oh.  So it is this place again.

[He blindly reaches out for his journal and opens it long enough to dictate a quick message.]

I'm awake.  Could anyone tell me what happened?  How long has it been?

[Then he's slumping back against his pillows again.]

Home Sweet Bath [action]

[wishmadeinfire]

[ There was nothing quite like a proper bath in Ashura's opinion. Not that the outpost was bereft of basic necessities, but one could not linger in warm water (which warm water was never really a problem, considering his Talent), but there were no good scents and other people needed the baths. This was a working sort of job after all, not a vacation. 

So yes, he was gloriously happy to linger in his private both once they got back and come out smelling like ginger and lemons.

But, instead of Talent-drying his hair, he decided he was due a good bit of relaxation, and thus the reason someone might come across the king laying out in the sun in the grass near the castle, soaking in the outdoors when not associated with the need to be on the look out for something. Of course, one might see the long length of his hair first, snaking behind him, sleek and black (and it did travel some ways, given its length). Ashura himself blended well today, glad in greens and golden yellows, much of his jewelry forsaken for the moment except the ruby torque on his throat, some emeralds and gold on his ears, and the gold and emerald dragon his finger. 

And, as if it could not get any more relaxing, he found himself quietly humming a lullaby from his youth.

Let's just hope no stray animals take it into their heads to try and take a nibble at his hair.]

Adult Swim [ action / dicated ]

[peacockherald]

 [ooc: No, he is not a peacock, but it was the only icon with the appropriate face, lol ]

[ Vanyel stared dubiuosly at the pool of seemingly quiet water, clear as glass so he could see the bottom of even smoother rock. Was rock supposed to be that smooth? It was just water, but the whole structure of the thing fascinated him - rails and steps and seemingly no point of entry for the water itself. He had been in natural springs before as big - the Taleydras adored them for their bathing - but this was a recreational sort of thing he had come to find out. It just seemed... odd. Not to mention it did not have the smell of a hot spring, nor the somewhat murky look to it.

But he was willing to give it a try, and a dip did sound nice with the warm weather of the summer. 

He had asked the Castle for appropriate swim wear, and it had given him odd, knee-length trousers colored blue and silver, and nothing else. Thankfully, Vanyel was not terribly shy about the half-naked thing, considering the Taleydras could also be social bathers - a sort of group, community thing were one talked and relaxed after a hard day. 

Finally, decided that staring at it would do him no good, he went to the steps and held the railing, slipping in and shivering as the cold hit him, though it was not unwelcome. Once he was in up to his knees, he bent and dove, enjoying the refreshing nature of it, blinking his eyes... oh... oh...!

He came up, spluttering, his journal on a nearby chair and delightfully open so people could hear him coughing.]

Havens, that burns! What sort of water is this?

[You might also be privy to him spitting out the chemically cleansed water, which tasted worse than the spring water ever had with its slightly sulfurous smell.]

Why would one ever want to swim in this?!

[Ah, the joys of a modern pool.]

08 عددهشت

[antichauffeur]

[After Hesam had talked to Alan and Sam, he figured it was time to get the awkward and potentially embarrassing part out of the way and get a filter into the journal]

[ Filtered to anyone that came in contact with Hesam while he was a child ]

Uh, hey. If you can see this, I just wanted to uh, thank you for looking out for me or being easy on me when I was a kid. My name's Hesam, by the way. The Castle had me on a loss for, well, a long time. But I'm back to normal now I think and I just really appreciate what you all did for me.

I owe you one.

01 | In which a wizard is misplaced [Dictated]

[strangewonders]

Hmmm. [There's the sound of pages flipping rapidly] That's quite an interesting trick…I wonder how it… Oh. Is it recording? That is fascinating. I wonder just how that's been put together. I might have a use for a spell like that.

[A brief pause.] Ah. That's a bit rude of me. I'm sure you all have better things to listen to than my rambling. You can hear this, right? I'd look like a madman rambling to a book, otherwise, and I don't think I'm quite ready to add that to my list of undesirable traits quite yet. At any rate, if there is someone out there, perhaps you can help. As charming as this castle seems to be upon first glance, I'd much rather be in mine, and I seem to have misplaced it. If one's come floating by, I'd be ever so grateful if you'd point me to it.

Seventh House of Westeros ♛ Written

[songsandstories]

[Locked to Catelyn Stark.]

I do not trust this, nor shall I ever write down what I need to tell you.

Please come to my rooms.

Do not bring Arya. Please let me explain whatever Tyrion has said.

[No one in Paradisa knew of Sansa's marriage in the Castle, but she could not trust anything at the moment. She was keeping to her room until Catelyn came. She was keeping to her room period. If she could just avoid Tyrion, maybe things would not fall a part.]

ooc: if anyone is looking for Sansa, she'll be in hiding for a few days. Any are welcome to action it up to show up in her room.

ix. dictated, action

[heloise]

The castle gives and takes away. But, mostly, it gives.

( Henry and Emma )

( Zelman )

[ In the wee small hours of the morning, Lucrezia tries to bake a belated birthday cake!

On the kitchen counter is an instruction sheet for a Torta Pane Degli Angeli among packets of flour and sugar, piles of eggshells, a large bowl of egg yolks and one cake that literally fell flat. Everything is dusted with a generous coating of flour and icing sugar, like the girl currently beating egg whites with gusto.

Uru made it seem so easy. ]

[ ooc; as open as can be~ ]

First Debt

[debtfree]

[After Lysa Stark's little episode in the Vale, and finding himself summarily moved from the Tower of the Hand while he was injured, he had hoped not to wake up somewhere unexpected again for the rest of his life. Apparently that was too much to ask for.

There is the sound of banging through the journal as Tyrion kicks the door, trying to call a jailer's attention, not wanting to make a fool of himself by trying to open a doubtlessly locked door. When he speaks, his voice is almost mocking, with just a biting edge of sarcasm beneath it.]

I find that this is growing old. I don't mean to be ungrateful for the hospitality, it's only that I mustn't be away from King's Landing for too long or the whores all start despairing. It's a tragedy to let a pair of teats go to waste like that, you know, and I'm sure you don't want that on your conscience.

...Hello?

[When his usual patter is eliciting no response, not even a cursory yell to be quiet, he starts to lose the false humour from his voice, kicking the door again.]

Hey! HEY! Whatever my sister has paid you, I will double it. HELLO?