1st Card

[legacydeck]

[The hand that appears in the journals is neat, elegant, and a touch old-fashioned]

I must say, if this is the afterlife, it's rather disappointing. Mother certainly wouldn't approve, although as I can't sense her presence, her personal beliefs about reincarnation - which for once I am inclined to share - were correct, or if this is something else entirely. I'm more inclined to believe the latter - it certainly lacks the vividness of a construct of my own mind. Which I suppose presents it's own little puzzle, as I should, by all rights, be dead. There does seem to be the signature of other magics about, too - unfamiliar forms, as well. Even more interesting.

[A small pause, and then-]
And to whomever has my cards - I wish you the best of luck in dealing with them.

[Text] 01 Hope

[hoperaider]

Jiminy *christmas* that hurt! Jeez at least the dragon didnt decide to go ahead and eat me.
Rotten luck for that mecha rabbit however. How on earth am i going to explain that to jane or dirk?!
Its just one thing after another today.
*sigh!*
If anybody finds a robotic rabbit would you please send the rascal my way?
Oh and maybe tell me where on heaven and earth i am?
I couldve sworn i had fallen straight into my house on the island…

(no subject)

[digitalwizardry]

[It's been a couple of weeks now since Wizardmon's been back. He's been out to the place where Myotismon was staying before, to confirm that no one's there now, and the rest of his time has been spent trying to cope with the memories of being a human child for years on end. Being restored to his natural form was a bit of a shock, as were the memories of the castle that flooded back at the same time as the memories of his own life - and death.

But given a little time to adjust, he's acclimating nicely to his surroundings once again, and so anyone in the library can run across a little three-foot humanoid who seems to be wearing a wizard costume, and registers as magical to those who can sense that kind of thing. After considering the pages of it for a long time, he speaks into the journal.]

There are so many worlds here, it makes me curious. In any of your worlds, are you aware of a separate world that exists alongside your own, in parallel, as it were?

[He's wondering if Earth is the only planet with a Digiworld, or a connection to it.]

5. [dictated/action]

[fatherandsun]

[Konzen is wandering the castle grounds today, still forever learning about this and about that. The longer he stays in this place, the more fascinating everything becomes. He walks slowly and with dignified grace in his step as he is at peace and in thought. The outdoors seem to call to him the most despite his dislike of getting dirty. He wondered if perhaps Goku would enjoy maybe eating outside. He'll keep it in mind as he wanders, other thoughts joining it.

Feel free to bump into him.]

¤ 40 - A Monster

[honorinflames]

[caught between the gnawing stagnation that living in his place brings, and the weird tension of a murder having occurred recently, Zuko seriously needs something to take his mind off of things.

He needs a hobby.

So, he's heading out to the stables, hoping that the mongoose dragon is still there... and that it won't maul him once he finds it]

( Xena )

[but then, as he enters the stables and his eyes adjust to the light... he's met with something even more intimidating than a mongoose dragon. There's a small crash as he staggers back a few paces]

--Why is there a polar bear dog in the stables??

If Rapunzel Lost Her Hair, Is She Still Rapunzel? [ action/unintentioanl dictation]

[wishmadeinfire]

[Oh Paradisa. You think you had a small quiet after the storm, but it's all about to be over as the sound of a shriek of despair and shock and the cracking of glass, the tinkle of his it falling.]

Felix! Felix, come here!

[The scrape of a chair and the stamp of feet, the clicking of a door.]

Felix, I need you right now!

[He hurried through the suite and threw open the door and walked out into the hall when he did not immediately see Felix.]

FELIX!

[And what is the worry, you ask? 

It's not about what has appeared - it's about what has disappeared. In this case... Ashura's hair. Six foot of hair is gone from his head, leaving him perfectly bald. Seriously, there was a small shine on that cue-ball headed coming off the light in the hallway and even his ears felt a bit cold. Surely his neck did.]

Heavens - Felix!

[Because surely the wizard would know how to fix this, wouldn't he? Please? You have gone a step to far this time, Castle! You never mess with a man's hair!]
 

[ooc: loss start! Ashura will be bald for a week. Play nice everyone ~ ]

twenty-seventh

[siebter]

It feels like we haven't had a holiday in a long time...I didn't sleep through any, did I?

Maybe if there aren't any holidays for a while, we could make one up so that even if we're all from different places, all of us would know about it!

That'd be really fun, wouldn't it?

007//Dictated / Action

[nothingtobelieve]

[Someone has discovered the firing range, a revelation made apparent by the fact that he has left the journal open with absolutely no regard for others' hearing as he fires off a few shots. There's a pause, as he takes his time reloading.]

In the future, it would be best if people avoided interfering with my personal business.

[His voice is its usual monotone, but it's clear he hasn't forgotten about being rudely interrupted in his attempts to punch Spike's face in back during the camp loss. He's just been letting his irritation stew for a bit. There are a few more shots before he does everyone the favor of closing his journal.]


[OOC: Journal or action, should anyone want to yell at him or just stare at someone doing target practice in a suit.]

Second Song

[endless_destruction]

[Filtered to those who have been friends with, or otherwise looked after Delirium]

I wish to thank you for the kindness you've shown my sister in her time here. As many of you know, she can be quite a handful if left to her own devices for too long. As a rule, my siblings and I try to make sure at least one of us knows where she is, and what she's doing at any given time. If I've read Paradisa's history right, only Death, Desire, and Dream have had the honor prior to myself.

I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Destruction, of the Endless, though I abandoned my realm some time ago. Delirium is my younger sister. If there is ever anything I can do for any of you, if it is within my power, you've only need to ask.

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Would anyone like some supper? I've prepared some pakora and stuffed bhindi if you're uncomfortable with meat. I can't say I've ever prepared Indian cuisine before, but I figured it was worth the attempt.

[Destruction will obviously be hanging out in the kitchen, his forearms caked with spices and flour as he continues to cook. He'll have set places anywhere there is to sit and eat, and may have cracked open several bottles of wine, which will be sitting open so they can breathe a bit. Feel free to come in and sample/complain about his cooking.]

a deich - here's to eyes in our heads, none in our spuds

[spiritusaequitas]

[it's been a somewhat uneventful week on guard duty out in the Dead Zone thus far - so Murphy decided that it only figured that someone should go ahead and decide to murder a man in their town while he was miles and miles away from being able to do anything about it.

he and Connor both have been spending their quieter hours reading the journals, keeping their eyes peeled ... but he can't be quiet about it much longer. he's got to start gathering information]

[Saints Filter]

So what's the good word? Any news?

[Detectives ... & Renee Montoya]

[he adds Renee specifically as an afterthought, since she had said she was "retired". he wondered if that counted, and felt it was probably better to be safe than sorry. he wanted her opinion, after all]

What've you all learned about the murder in town? Any closer to figuring out who's responsible?

[/Filters]

[once that's done, he'll dig a piece of chalk out of his bag and start drawing on the floor. what. it's going to be a checkerboard. you try coming up with something to do on guard duty]

012 | dictated | back dated to the 7th

[solar_absorber]

[Usually when Apollo doesn't see his husband for a few days it's because he's lurking around the town knocking out the teeth of anyone who dared to engage in criminal activity. So when a week went by without word, it didn't bother him. But as time went on he got increasingly more worried, until one day he decided to check for sure.

He really should have expected it. He's seen the way this place drags people in, only to eventually discard them. In time it was eventually going to be either the Midnighter or him. Selfishly, he just wished it would be him. A few hours later, after giving the news time to sink in-he wasn't brooding, he doesn't do that-he opens the journal to make the announcement.]

For those of you that knew him, the Midnighter has been sent back home. [There, short and sweet and right to the point. He didn't have the energy for anything more.]

[Filtered to Jenny Sparks]

I could use a drink. You in?

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