♥ Gear 002 [Dictated]

[clockworkchild]

 Um...this is Hugo...

[A bit of a scuffling sound interrupts him then the sound of a door]

Does anyone know if there are things like movies here? 

[He sits down on his bed]

Or could someone tell me how to get to the library?

akat

[draca]

[ The journal opens to the sounds of flapping wings and a soft laugh, they are happier now that they are a distance from the castle. No longer hissing at every shadow and sound. Even Dany herself has relaxed a little more (as much as she affords herself).

Drogon flies around the tent as she turns her attention to the journal. ]

Arya? [ No one taught her to filter, so there is no filter for this! ] I promised you a visit, it is time I made good on that promise. [ A small gush of air brushes past the journal. ] You may come visit now.

[ Turning from the journal for a moment she watches the black-and-red dragon land on top of her furs, the cry that leaves him not aggressive or agitated. ]

It surprises me that more do not move to the city than have. Are you all so content to live underneath the roof of your captor, knowing what it does to you?

Episode 98

[spongetastic]

One of the first things I did when I got here was say I could pretend to be someone's brother. Since then, it's like this place really is trying to get me to be an older brother.

Building new families... hm.

( Phoebe/room filter )

XXVI.

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy is outside enjoying the weather this afternoon. It's August now, which means Autumn is fast approaching -- and he figures he should get in all the mild weather he can, before the weirdness starts.

He pauses to lean against a tree and light a cigarette, opening his journal to dictate into it in the meantime.]

So who wants to take bets on what kind of weird stuff will happen to the trees when Fall starts? My money's on glow-in-the-dark leaves. Or it would be if money even mattered here.

( Molotov )

Written -- Vongola V

[not_mafia]

( So, who gave their brain-damaged goldfish a pencil? )

[It looks like a bunch of scribbles, but if you look closely enough, you might be able to make out some letters.

Of course, that could just be your brain finding patterns in the scribbles.

... so, try to find your name in the scribbly mess?]

Fifty Second Sip

[mal_addict]

[Maladict had been thinking a lot since the little...family event. It had opened up a lot of old wounds, while at the same time parading things in front of her she always thought were 'silly'. Like getting married, she'd been dead against it, she'd even called Brock a fool for going through with the silly little ordeal. But now...

No. She pushed that thought aside, filing it away, to try and ignore it for a little while longer. Instead, she focussed on something far more prevalent. It had made her a teenager again. She remembered her teenage years as a thing full of fun and excitement. Of staying out late, playing chicken with the sunrise, to come home to her parents smiling proudly because their little girl had brought home dinner before bed. The sort of dinner that screamed.

It was very different to what she'd experienced in the reunion. Though the arguments with James and Helen were very much a mirror of her life later. When she'd picked up the ribbon. When, ultimately, she'd had enough of them trying to control her, to make her into someone she didn't want to be and had to run away to join the army to escape it all. She didn't appreciate having a reminder of that time. It even made her wonder if the way she'd acted towards her parents, her real parents, was as justified as she'd thought. Maybe they WERE just trying to make the best for her. And so, if a heavy sigh, she picks up the journal to dictate into it]

If you could relive any point in your life. Go try it all again, would you change anything, do you think? Would it give you a better insight into who you, yourself, are?

[Getting the opinions of the peanut gallery could sometimes be insightful. It was worth a try]

3rd Joke

[knock_knock]

[Wyoming has found his way to the roof today, sitting down with his helmet off even. That is how not worried he is right now.

He's got a bit of a smirk on his face as he starts to dictate:]

I have been here a short while so far, and I realized I hadn't had the chance to test something out just yet. So I do hope you all enjoy this little experiment, mates. The results really ought to be interesting if I do say -

[Filtered away from York, Carolina, and the Spartans.]
-so myself.
[Why yes he did just filter mid-sentence on purpose, barely pausing to do so. And its too bad if you expected something really interesting after all that because all he adds now is:]

Knock knock.

[/End filter]

( Washington )

missing.

[wield]

( Filter: Friends and such of Willow Rosenberg. )

102.9 - silence is golden; shout it out now

[hard_talker]

[for once, the squeal of the radio frequency being turned on yields straight into Mark's voice - no Leonard Cohen, or cover artist thereof] Hey, folks, how's it hangin'. Only one new name in the hallowed hackneyed halls of Castle Wonderfuck this week: so let's have everyone give a great big "Jesus Christ we're so sorry you have to live with us all" to Lenalee!

Anyone lookin' for extra Caisos or something to do with their spare time? Well, they're hiring at the Death Match bar and at the coffee place in town, and for those of you with green thumbs, there might be a communal garden going up somewhere, at some point.

Aside from that, I can almost hear crickets out there. We didn't lose THAT many people, did we? I mean, all I got outta you all was residual whining about your fake families, wah wah blah. Sure, a couple of you got existential over the last couple of days, but don't tell me the summer heat's getting to you all so bad that you've all gone braindead!

Let's get things jumpin' a little around here. The castle sucks, you know it, I know it, we all know it. But why don't you all tell me one thing about home that you couldn't get paid to ever have to deal with again. And we're talking, paid so much you'd be set for life.

Me? Gimme a world without televangelists.

[with that, he clicks on the tape deck. have some Genesis. and some Oingo Boingo. with that, he'll peace out - it's a short broadcast this week, apparently]