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[20thcentury]

[Jenny has been getting steadily inebriated in the Death Match since she woke up.

Well, not literally since she woke up, but shortly after -- once she went to check on Apollo and couldn't help but notice that he wasn't here anymore. She could handle the loss of the Midnighter because that guy was a jerk anyway, but Apollo hurt. Her teams always left her in one way or another, and this was just another nail in the coffin.

And the Death Match seemed to be a lot less popular than other places, so she could sit in here and drink without much in the way of interruptions to her misery.

So she's pretty drunk when she finally flips open her journal to dictate into it.]

Shouldn't be surprised. Look, if anyone's on the lookout for a big bloke name of Apollo, don't bother.

He's left this place to go on and do whatever bollocking thing happens in that century.

[Drunk and irritable, apparently!]

[ooc. open over the journal or in person!]

ƒ018. can't buy me love

[msattentionspan]

[She's been keeping quiet since the reunion - whatever it was - ended. Having new memories and going to sleep in a prison cell and waking up in a night club isn't the norm. It's an adjustment, but she manages figuring it out. The castle, the people here, the journals - it's all things that she knows of but hasn't seen for almost a year. At least, it feels like almost a year.]


I'm not sure if not being related to everyone was a good thing or not -- but at least it's over.

[There's a lot of hesitation here. Mostly, she's trying to work out how to word this.]

People that get sent home - anyone been away for a long - [She stops. Starts again.] If you've gone home, what's the longest you've been back home before you're back here again?


Anyone that helped Steve recently ]

I read that Steve's in a coma or knocked out -- is he still in the clinic? Anyone been checking on him?

trente-six ° dictated

[signedlefthanded]

Despite the little interruption there, I think I've finished all of my projects that I was working on. So if you had something you wanted me to build, then you're welcome to get into contact with me to arrange to drop it off.

[Clearly having work to do could keep her busy enough to not think about family.]

I'm also willing to lend myself again should anyone want something. I've actually been thinking. Of getting something together to make a shop out in the city. With my time back home plus the near fourteen months I've been here, I think I'm of age now. Certainly responsible to maintain a place of my own.

[Filtered to Dr. House]

I just-- wanted to thank you for everything. I haven't had a father since I was fourteen.

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[polar]

[Korra huffs a little before dictating, flopping back on to a couch in the lobby.]

Okay, it's been over a month, and I'm thinking I should continue working on airbending, even if I don't have a formal master to teach me here. Doing the same footwork drills over and over only gets me so far.

[She crosses her legs and lets her head fall back so she's staring up at the ceiling.] So... anyone have any airbending experience [a pause] or air magic or powers or whatever you call it? Stupid world differences.

[She sighs, proceeding to filter.]

( Once-ler, Zuko, Katara )

( House )

[That done, she'll be pausing again to think before standing up.]

Dumplings sound good right now. Anyone wanna join me? [To the kitchen!!!]

five :: journal

[i_got_this]

Filtered away from York and anyone that might tip him off

So hey, you guys know York. I knew him as youngish-not-much-older-than-me York. I just found out he's freaking 40, as in ancient-old-man York. And no one threw him a party. For anyone not from my universe, this is the kind of situation that calls for an Over The Hill party. That means a lot of black, a lot of tombstones, [Right, South, like that won't totally be in bad taste] and old man gifts, like canes and hemorrhoid cream.

So, who's with me?

[South's chilling in the lobby while she's waiting for replies, lounging in a chair with her boots up on a coffee table, helmet just beside. Bother the ornery Freelancer?]

x. dictated, action

[heloise]

I had not dared to wish for a sister or a daughter. Yet look, I had both, and the sweetest husband any woman could hope for.

Only the Castle does me a disservice by removing my better half!

[ Lucrezia dictates from the orchard, leaning against an old tree. She closes her journal before going back to, slowly and rather messily, sewing colored glass onto a piece of lace while muttering a song to herself: ]

♪ La bella lavanderina che lava i fazzoletti per i poveretti della città! ♪

[ ooc; so open, journal or action! also, translation and music!

Six Spoons {Dictation}

[cyan_maid]

[If anyone has passed by Jane's door today, they will have noticed a neato little card taped underneath her name plaque. In her room, Jane flips open her journal and begins to speak.]

I haven't been in Paradisa for very long, but I've experienced a lot of strange things already, and the most recent event got me thinking. There has to be a way to keep some semblance of who we truly are during those drastic times when our memories are not quite right. Even if the castle meddles in our attempts, that shouldn't deter us. It certainly won't deter me!

[There's a bit of scribbling, and the click of a pen being placed down.]

I've written up a little card with some basic information, and I shall keep it on my person at all times. If the castle meddles with us again, and the card proves useful in some way, why, I don't see why everyone shouldn't make one for themselves. The trick, of course, is to wait and see if it works.

Hoo hoo! That said, I have a few questions to pose to everyone, and if you have an answer, I would like to hear it! Firstly, I would like to know if anyone has investigated the source of all the wonderful things we've wished for, and if so, well, where do they come from? Secondly, I heard there used to be a police force of some sort in the castle, but it has since gone defunct. Why? Wasn't there just a murder among us? It doesn't make sense to me.

Oh! [She clears her throat, a little embarrassed.] I'm sorry! I didn't mean to talk your ears off, I've just had a lot on my mind.

seventh glitch

[perfectisnteasy]

( Cair Paradisa/Private - introspection ahoy! )

[he sighs, and finally pads over to his chair, slumping into it to pull the journal into his lap]

Hey, got another question for you folks. ... What makes people human?