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[molotov]

( Filtered to Ezio )

[July was a bad month. Just... all around, a bad month in Paradisa. Molotov is sick of being given children and then having them taken away. She's sick of fighting with her husband over what she's allowed to wish for. She's just sick of July.

One thing that she's not sick of, however, is her bears. It's warm out there, and while the big bears can deal, Mishka is far too dependent on Molotov to cope. So she's brought him inside for a while. Paradisa, there is a woman walking around the lobby with a baby bear. A baby bear wearing a bow on its neck.

What do?]

eleventh ★; [ earlier in the day; drawn/dictated ]

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Lots of people haven't been so happy about the latest castle trick. Kirby can tell, by the way everyone talks about it over the journals. He's been trying to work up the courage to draw something for the past few days, and he's held off because of those messages... until he finally decides to do it anyway.

If anyone from the former House Marian or anyone he had met as family at the time were looking in their journals, they might start to see themselves in Kirby's scribbles. The people weren't the most recognizable, considering the puffball's lack of ability to draw, but they would be appearing, in colored crayons. Zelos' long red hair, Ino's blond ponytail, Sherlock's black curls, Sheena's telltale purple hair- and so much more were appearing, along with a cheerful hum from Kirby.

He had never had a true family before. Friends? He had plenty. But even if it was the castle's doing, he had a week of truly having people looking out for him because they were related, and he appreciated that. So he was thanking everyone with this picture. ]

01

[chrysalis_ex]

[ Hastily written, but still legible. ]

Hello?

[ ... ]

I apparently spent four or five days here already, but I can't remember much of it. I thought I was dreaming.

I'm Lenalee, if that rings any bells for anyone I've talked to. [ Five or six people, maybe more. ] If not, it's nice to meet you for the first time. Can anyone give me a quick explanation about this castle?

[ And not knowing how filtering works, she simply write the last part smaller. ]

General Cross? Allen? Are you here...?

Mission 018 ~ [Action/Dictated]

[noblefive]

( Action for Floor Three )

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( UNSC Filter )

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( Peeta Mellark )

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Castle finally let me out of my room... What crazy-ass stuff did I miss this time, Paradisa?

two paintings burned

[thehangedrose]

Hmmmmm.

[There are the sounds of apt concentration over the journals, rather like someone is in the middle of a puzzle and trying to figure it out.]

[And then, suddenly, a picture (along with tiny little notes in pencil jotted to the sides) begins to form, colored in by markers.]

( cut for a picture )

[There's a moment of silence, and then a sigh.] I can't help but feel something's off...

Maybe it could be shorter? Or maybe she should have a little handbag of sorts...either way, I think Guertena is rolling in his grave back home. I know he didn't like people using his own ideas from his works, but um, this is just inspiration, so it shouldn't be that bad, right? Right.

[And suddenly, there's a rustle of paper and a horrified little gasp, because Garry had just noticed that he had grabbed the wrong journal to jot this idea down. SO MUCH EMBARRASSMENT NOW]

Wait a second, I drew it here?! Oh, my, this -this is the wrong journal! Oh, how could I have been so stupid...I should really label these things!


[ooc: Open to everybody! And if you want to run into Garry, he's just hanging out in the library with his markers and journals and such. Feel free to bother him.]

Action -- Vongola IV

[not_mafia]

yyyyyYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[It's a scream that can be heard throughout the fourth floor, and possibly even the fifth and third, if you're right above or below the room or have a keen sense of hearing.

Following almost immediately afterward is a loud THUWMP as Tsuna manages to slam into the door of his room, before there's a scrabbling and after a few attempts, the door is opened and the boy takes off running out of his room.

At this point it might be worth mentioning that Tsuna looks like he's seen a ghost.

Oh, and he's running on all fours.

But details.

Little Natsu scrambles frantically after him, tripping over his own paws when he comes out of the room.]

Gao-o!

[The box weapon pauses, before grumbling and trying the running thing one more time.

Unfortunately, he's not fast enough, and the elevator shuts on him with Tsuna inside it. The lion yelps as he slams into the elevator nose-first, then whimpers, slowly sinking down to the ground and putting his paws over his short muzzle.]

Gao gao gao gao gao....

[And Tsuna? Yeah, he's now on some other floor and is... probably failing to hide under a coffee stand in one of the hallways or something.

So...

That's what's happening.

Yup.]


((Loss start! Feel free to run into either Tsuna or Natsu; later in the thread I'll have them join up again.))

Hit 007 ~ [Action/Dictated after Action Filter]

[midhitgrope]

( Church Action Filter )

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[There's some rustling on the other side of the journal, before the clearing of a throat.]

So, uh... When Barney Stinson left, apparently, I got the deeds to his coffee shop, WildKat.

I'm, uh, gonna be keeping it goin'. Anyone used to work there? I'll give you your jobs back, no problem. And, if not, I gotta have some help. I ain't really cut out for runnin' a business by myself...

Name's Rocco, by the way. I live down in the church in town with the MacManuses, if anyone wants to come speak to me in person.

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[heal_theworld]

( Filtered to friends )

[Martel's in the kitchen today, trying to make herself a cup of tea. She's opted to not use the microwave, because god knows what could happen, so she's instead boiling water on the stove. Feel free to walk in?]

008// Back from the edge

[ectoparody]

[For all intents and purposes, it was what one would call an average day in Paradisa, or as average as things could be called within the confines of the castle. However, such normality was short lived, and in the case of today, that calm sense of tranquility would be broken by an odd sound that began to buzz around the castle's foyer. At first it would sound like nothing more than a light hum, but as the minutes passed, the hum began to grow in intensity until eventually one could hear what sounded like screaming behind it. With as little warning as the noise had been given, a small patch of air began to waver and distort as if caught in a heatwave.

Slowly, it began to writhe and contort more and more erratically until finally, a figure emerged, landing on the floor with a wet thud. There in a puddle of ectoplasmic goo lay Peter Venkman, now fully intact, but obviously very unhappy with what had just taken place. Wiping a glob of ethereal glop from his face, it could be seen that the normally calm and composed man was visibly shaken. He knew where he was of course, but he wasn't exactly happy to be in a place where one could just be taken in and out of existence at will. Anyone looking at their journal might notice a thin film of the same goo covering Venkman form over the pages, and when he spoke, it sounded as if he was speaking underwater]

W...what in the hell just happened...?

047. [dictated]

[foolreversed]

[unlike other people, Adachi is not that upset by the whole fake family and fake memories thing. At this point he's used to it, and after what he had gone through just before all of that happened, he was pretty glad for some sort of reprieve.

No there was a much bigger problem about what transpired last week.]

Hey, y'know? Just so we're clear?

I AM NOT GETTING MARRIED TO A PONY.

Okay!?

Now let's never speak of this again!

[y e p]

Case 14

[unnaturalpause]

( [Maladict] )

A year can change your view on a lot of things can't it? [He's musing really but it's a fun thing to muse to the journal and he's looking for opinions.] Life, death and various relationships you may not have thought about more, especially when you are somewhere not home.

So my question for you is this; has your perspective about anything from your time at home, a relationship or event or some such thing, been changed with your time here?

[He's feeling thoughtful about his one year anniversary here.]

(no subject)

[impetuous]

( house filter; )

Tadchaen-a-Tad

[inafadingcrown]

[ooc: Forward dated to tomorrow morning/afternoon]

( The Knight, The Dragon, The Bard, The Wizard, and the Princess )

[Action for the library]

[She really should have given up on finding anything useful in this library by now. But, as they say, hope springs eternal.

So once again, you may find Galadriel searching through the stacks. Books on Paradisa or the the Five mentioned above would be lovely, but she’s aware that she’s unlikely to find them. No, most of the books in her pile are… not the sort that you would expect the Lady of Light to be reading. Dark Magic. Specifically, the type of magic fueled by human souls and emotions. If your world has such magic, you may well notice a familiar text among the titles.

Know thy enemy and so forth.

Still, this sort of thing isn’t pleasant and she’s not altogether certain that she wants others reading her thoughts on the subject, so she’s fallen back into the old habit of taking notes in Quenya using the Tengwar script.

Of course, every so often she stops and sets the books aside. The subject matter is disturbing and she finds that she can’t delve too deeply for too long. Approach? Question her about her motives? Ask about the strange writing? All of the above?]