001 Where am I? - Written

[losteveryone]

[Carol looks at the bound book in her hands, examining it once again. She's still no a hundred percent sure how it works but she's not opposed to giving it a go. Firstly though she runs her fingers over the front cover. There's her name engraved in gold: 'Carol Peletier'. Then she opens the journal, flicking through it. She's noticed that there's writing in the book but the first page is completely blank.

She lifts the pen that was sitting there beside her and she starts to right. Although she's not exactly sure what's going to happen.]

I arrived here a few days ago and I'm still not exactly sure where I am. I haven't seem anyone around and definitely not any of my friends...

At least there's no Walker's around. At least not that I've seen anyway. And I'm not sure how this thing works but if anyone's reading this...Hello?

Can someone be kind enough to tell me what's going on?

seventeen ► the other side

[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

[At some point during the night, Lloyd vanished from the house and ended up... in a different bed. And now, at something like 3 in the morning, there's a three-year-old opening doors and generally making a lot of noise.

Hope you didn't sleep with your journal open.]

Why's it all dark? Daddy?

[WHOMP. That's what happens when a kid misjudges the distance between the bed and the floor. He sits for a moment, trying not to be too scared, and also somewhat terrified of what might be under the bed. But maybe daddy's under there! So he peeks.]

D... Daddy? [Oh god, he's alone. And now he's getting really scared.] W-where are you? I don't wanna play hide 'n' seek anymore.

[Wait, that kind of looks like an exit. Lloyd toddles his way over, but he can't reach the doorknob. There's a thick book nearby: the journal. Clearly this was made to be a stepstool.]

[ooc: Loss start! ♥ Open over the journals, and you can catch him wandering around the halls too. DAADDYYYYY???? DADDYYYYY etc.]

The Forty-Second Day

[stalkershiki]

 [You may see Shiki miserably shuffling towards the kitchen. After a year and a half of wishes, and not realizing for far longer than she'd care to admit that wishes were what was causing her to get sick several days ago, Shiki's only kind of better. And regardless of what she's hearing through the journals, she's not going to risk wishing for anything else just yet.

So she's slowly making her way down to the kitchen, still somewhat under the weather, so she can make herself some chicken soup.

She doesn't know how to make chicken soup.

Feel free to run into her in the hallway, or in the kitchen as she butchers making chicken soup from scratch!]

(no subject)

[heloise]

( Ezio )

2 ✰ BRAND NEW ROOM

[triumph]

Alright! It only took a month but I've finally got my room set up again, just the way I like it. The walls have a fresh coat of pink, I have tested out my bed for maximum comfiness, and every single surface including the floor has the appropriate amount of clutter and clothing. Almost a decade later and my room still looks like it did when I was a kid, sans dolls and embarrassing boy band posters.

I'm not sure whether Diana would be proud or exasperated –– I know Mom would be the latter. Forever young, I guess. Cassie Sandsmark, we are back in business.

So, people of Paradisa: how are we doing? All in one piece and with the appropriate body parts? That thing a few days ago was a real ride.


( Tim and Kon )

009 mar a bhí ar dtúis, mar atá fós

[shepherdsveritas]

[It may have taken longer on foot since being relieved at the Outpost but the MacManus brothers have finally made it back to City Royale. Connor gratefully sheds his bag and takes a look around the church before pulling his journal out and throwing up a couple of filters.]

( Saints Filter )

( Steve Rogers )

[Some time after the filters, particularly after he doesn't hear a word from the Cardinal or Tres, Connor gives his brother a worried look, cursing before the pair rush out the door and up to the castle to take a look for themselves.

Gone. Both gone. Welcome fucking home. He sighs, resting his hand against the empty door that had formerly belonged to the Cardinal. Pulling his journal out of his pocket he softly dictates.]

Cardinal Caterina Sforza an' Father Tres Iqus have gone home. [He pauses before murmuring, partially to himself, partially to the journal and partially to Caterina and Tres wherever they are:] I'm sorry...

[Stuffing the journal back in his pocket he gives his brother a meaningful look. Silently, they head for the chapel. Their strongest allies are gone. Their generosity and faith remain as constant reminders but right now they need guidance and to pray for the souls of their friends and that they remain safe wherever they are.]

((OOC: Open over the journal or find the pair in person either in the hallway or the chapel.))

♛ 52

[ardor]

[Kallen has nothing against the library, but sometimes sitting in there for a while gets too stuffy for her liking. It's something about the lack of open space and movement, she thinks, not being her cup of tea. This is why she's gathered some materials such as books and schematics to various machines and hauled everything down to the lobby.

Now, she's sitting on one of the couches, leaning forward over a coffee table littered with two open books, the journal, and about three different sets of specs and technical mumbo jumbo. Off to the side covering the rest of the couch are more of the same. The only difference is there are two things on top of them. One definitely resembles a pistol of some kind. The other, a gauntlet with a strange emblem right in the center, over the forearm. They both appear rather old and worn, though upon closer inspection, one would notice they're highly complex, both in make and design.

That's why Kallen is currently staring at one of the books, brows furrowed, an exasperated sigh finally escaping her for all of the journal listeners to hear. Finally, she gives in and dictates.]

Almost anyone here for a while knows it's difficult to keep up an ongoing project in this place. Wishes and brilliant minds and whatever. If you fly solo, there's going to be a time when you hit a wall and need to ask for help. [A sigh.] I think I've run head first into that wall a few times now.

( Long Filter Inside )

✿ 050

[adorbs]

When everyone was sick... the ghosts were gone, right? Do you think they were taking a break? [she has been spending a bit of time in the kitchen this afternoon, and when a ghost drifts past it makes her wonder]

They're always really busy. [cleaning, taking care of the castle. Speaking of cleaning, she notices there's a small pile of dishes in the sink (after all, there must be some people who just leave their dishes without cleaning them). So, she'll bring her journal along just in case anyone replies, and she'll head over to the sink!]

Do you think they'd like it if sometimes people helped them clean?

[inspired by this idea, she's going to be doing ULTRA CLEANING!!!!! Not only does it take her mind off of... other thoughts that she's been stewing in for a while, it's a chance to be helpful. After doing the dishes she gets some rags, cleaning materials, and starts tidying up the whole kitchen. So! Feel free to come in at any point in the cleaning spree :3 Or, of course, you can reply over the journal if you'd like!]

042. Custard Pie

[samson]

( Molotov Cocktease )

One more time with feeling

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos isn't quite sure what had happened; one moment he was bleeding out from a fatal wound, alone but for his murderers and worlds away from home. ...And then he blinked.

He's not sure where he is now. Not the afterlife certainly; he can still acutely feel the pain from the gaping hole in his abdomen and his vision is going. That blur on the edge of his vision looks a rather lot like it might be a gurney though. ...Is this a medical facility?

The thought prompts Dhaos to begin gathering up the last bits of spare magic from his reserves to cast a healing spell. If he can keep himself alive long enough for someone to notice him, perhaps there's a chance he can recover enough to complete his mission...]


((ooc: Dhaos has returned, and this time the castle had the courtesy to drop him in the Clinic instead of in the front hall. Feel free to bother him~))

ⅶ┆filling the blanks...

[shrugs_a_lot]

( tl;dr )

Goddammit... [The journal is open on his lap, obviously catching on his voice. He doesn't seem to care though. The curse is soft, yet the tension on it weights a ton. Sighs, and a moment later, he grabs a pencil and scribbles something.

He's gotta mosey, he can't dwell on this forever...]

(  Reno  )

(  Reno  )

(  Reno  )

(  Hermione  )

[And finally...]

(  People who talked to a cloud during the past weeks, except Reno  )

[This one takes him longer to write down, in fact, he rather only write than speak to him... He's not sure he wants to know but hey, after insisting that much... Ah, notice he didn't exclude him from the last filter?]

(  Zack  )