Vriska: Bake?

[wagers]

[THERE'S A TROLL IN THE KITCHEN!

Pretty much. It's the spidery lass, trying to do... something. Kind of. Maybe. Well, she figures if it's such a big deal for people, she can do it too! And be awesome at it.

What's she doing, you may ask? Well, she's decorating cookies. Frosting them, if you will. Yes, there are about four dozen cookies (because she likes thinks in eights ok) on the kitchen counter, being splattered with light blue frosting and... chocolate chips?

Whatever. They look like this.

Admittedly, Vriska isn't the best at this, but she's trying. And that's all that matters.]

Wow, fuck the ghosts! I can't see why people don't take matters into their own hands more often! Sure was a lesson you all learned, right?

No, just kidding, though. This place is going to mess with us whether we like it or not, so it's like, why not try to ride it all out like real winners? Show your real endurance! Or, you know, cry about it all or something.

[And she's squirting dat frosting. Feel feel to bug her! She'd do it if she were in your shoes.]

( John Egbert, Jane, Adachi, Nepeta, Steph, & Ray )

( Rose Lalonde )

_{(ooc. open, via journal or in person. whatever ever!)}

001 - recalled to life

[believinginheroes]

"It's okay, boss. This was never gonna work if they didn't have something to..."

[The world got dark just then, everything getting suddenly dim and distorted. For a split second, Phil was afraid. He wasn't scared of dying, he wasn't even scared of Hell or hopeful of heaven...he just needed to finish that one stupid sentence. He needed to make his point...he *needed* them to know why it was okay for him to go.

He hallucinated before the end. He had to be hallucinating, because the cold cement floor and chrome surfaces were something...much different before he died.]

* * * * *

[Through the journal, there's a muted noise as Phil stirs, making a soft, drowsy sound as he opens his eyes and rubs his face. He's flat on his back and staring at the ceiling of a room he didn't recognize. Blinking, he sits up and looks around...and oddly enough, the carpet catches his eye. He remembers it from his dim fever dream...]

What...

[He rubs his chest, and finds no sign of injury. Did he lose some time in there? Maybe he'd been transported to another SHIELD facility where they worked on him. It didn't feel that way, though...no pain, no tenderness, he'd been shot and stabbed in the line of duty before. Kind of came with the job description.

So the question remained...]

Where the hell am I?

[Dictated]

[schrodingersghost]

[After everything that happened over the last few weeks, Danny had been doing some thinking.  It had been months since there's been any need for him to fight.  With the way his life usually ran he knew that wouldn't last for long.

...Which meant he needed to train in a way that didn't involve finding ghosts to fight.  How did you do that anyway?

But even if he didn't know how to start training for real, he figured he could start the same way he had at home.  With testing the current level of his abilities.

But first he needed some equipment.  Hopefully without certain questions being asked.] 

Okay, this might be a bit of a longshot.  But does anyone know where I could borrow a radar gun?  I don't really want to try wishing one up for obvious reasons.

jukebox selection G10 - right now ; van halen

[huntersdaughter]

By my count there are at least a two-dozen resident owned businesses in the city and the castle. There are over a hundred city owned businesses that employ castle residents.

I'm pretty sure there are at least a hundred people looking for a job. At least half the population of the castle has wondered about moving out of the castle and I think employment is one thing that is stopping them. Mostly because there are a lot of options and not a lot of ways to figure out what exactly those options are.

If I set up some tables this Saturday in the ballroom, would people be up for a job fair? It's a bit... college weekend, but I think it might actually be an easy way to fix a lot of these problems.

[She taps her pencil on the edge of the journal.]

Alright, I'm just gonna do it. This Saturday, all day, in the ballroom there's going to be a job fair. If you have a business - come down and hire people. If you want a job - come down and find one.

If anyone can help me out with a flier and getting word out to the other businesses in the city - that'd be a big help.

I'm Jo and you can find me at the Lux. [Which is where she is. Sitting in a booth, trying to figure out what all she's going to need.]

[Dictated]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Hey. Hey book people.

[There's a tapping sound as she taps at the page, wondering if there's an 'on' switch or something]

Where's a girl gotta go to get a change of clothes around here? A decent change of clothes. I don't want to run around looking like a Disney Princess reject, because the last time I checked, they didn't have a Princess Awesome.

[More tapping]

C'mon, book. Where's your frickin' on switch?

First Gate

[forsometimenow]

Usually my first instinct on waking up in a strange place with no memory of how I got there is to look around for any danger... and while there doesn't seem to be any here, I have to say, I'm feeling more than a little lost. I figured out pretty quickly that the journal talks back, but everything I've read and heard from it makes even less sense than the talking part.

I guess I'll start by asking if this planet has a name. And if anybody can tell me how I got here, since I'm still really confused about that part.

Welcome to the 13th Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

Hey, my name’s Peeta Mellark. I’ve just been wondering if there’s a business that could use a baker? I can bake pies, cupcakes, pastries, cakes of any kind, and about any kind of dessert. I can’t bake bread. That’s my loss. But my dad has been the baker in District 12 for years, and I’ve helped him bake for as long as I can remember. I can make complicated cakes, like wedding cakes, too, if that helps. And I can lift heavy things, I can read and write, and I’m a quick learner.

Oh, and I’m 17 years-old. I hope that doesn’t make a difference. I work hard and I do good work. I hope that’s enough.

( People he was related to during the reunion )

[And after that, he wanders over to Haymitch’s room. He hadn’t heard from him in a long time. He was probably passed out in his own vomit. He knocks on the door.]

Haymitch? Haymitch, it’s Peeta.

[And then he notices the blank nameplate. His heart stops. No. No, he couldn’t be gone. He rushes inside, but Haymitch is nowhere to be found. He pulls out his journal.]

( Finnick )

[He waits for half an hour in Haymitch’s room before hurrying to Finnick’s room.]

No.

[It comes out like an exhale. He knew it the moment Finnick didn’t reply, but it didn’t make it any easier. He slumps to the ground outside Finnick’s door, pulling out his journal and dictating rather miserably.]

Haymitch Abernathy and Finnick Odair have been sent home.

( Friends and acquaintances )

[[Edit after speaking to Prim:]]
[Peeta’s voice is hollow.] Prim tells me Katniss Everdeen has also been sent home.

[ooc: The first part is open, and so are the parts about Haymitch, Finnick, and Katniss being gone. Friends and acquaintances is basically anyone Peeta knows. The family filter is basically open to anyone if you can find a link on that crazy family tree to Peeta somehow lmao.]

audio/action;

[akito]

( The Flynn-Bradley 'Family' )

What is it like living in the city? Are there any advantages to it? Like a higher chance of avoiding 'losses' or 'events', or anything like that?

[ he's out wandering around, walking his baby skunk. it follows him around like a duckling, tail straight up; perky and alert. he still doesn't really know how to take care of it, but it hasn't been that hard so far... ]

Ah! And is there a pet supply shop there?



( Simca )

( Madge (Prim) )

If only to see the sky again - One [Dictated]

[commandshumor]

So far I have managed to figure out that speaking into this book means anyone else may hear me. Therefore I ask where I am and how did I come to be here?

If you're attempting to hold me captive, this new set of quarters and the fact that the door is unlocked is a very poor way indeed to do so. If not, I thank you, it is a far cry more comfortable than the prison and the metal bench.

Also if Doctors Keller or Beckett would be so kind as to come forward and take credit for their ability to remove my ability to feed on humans, please do so. I would like to hear the details of it and be assured that I will not keel over in the next week from certain side effects like last time.

I }{

[mentors]

[Since he has pretty well recovered from his arrival at a near death state, Angeal has taken it on himself to get out of his student's hair for some of the day, as they adjusted being around one another again. For Zack it has been years; Angeal, months, but months in which he had pushed the other far away.

He has settled himself outside, not too far from the castle's main entrance with the Buster sword against his knees, working on caring for the blade with the kit he had wished for from the castle, one of the only he has made except for clothing, since his had been rather ruined on arrival.

His journal is also at his side, which he opens now after much deliberation for the past day or so, words dictated to those on the other side of such strange technology.]

Since I have found myself here and recovered, I have visited all sorts of places in and around the castle, yet never once seen the caretakers to the grounds. What a shame, I would of wanted to offer them praise on a job well done... And perhaps, some tips on just how they managed to do it with such a large area to care for.

None of you would happen to know who they are either, would you?

( Filtered to Martel )

[He leaves the journal open for responses, but the man is easy to spot and willing to talk, if they desire.]

[ action ] Letting Off Some Steam

[wishmadeinfire]

[ Let it never be said that Ashura has gotten lazy here in Paradisa. Sure it's a castle of your dreams, granting every wish. One could become lackadaisical here, lazy even, letting the Castle take care of you. But Ashura would not let that happen to himself, not when the Castle so enjoyed tossing more dangerous things at them besides Family Reunions (awkward as that was). 

So he is outside today, in the gardens, having chosen a place slightly to the side to be out of the way of those enjoying the main paths, but still visible. He is dressed simply in white and black, his hair back in a ponytail - his usual sparring attire versus his far more usual mass of jewels and silk. 

And what, precisely, is he doing?

He's tossing fire around. Yeah. 

Fire dances from his finger tips and plays behind him like a comet's tail. He kicked out, fire dancing along the line of his leg, following as he performed a flip (he was not terribly acrobatic, but he managed these smaller feats. It was practice as much as a release for him - but mostly practice. One could ill afford to be out of it, in this world, he was finding. 

Anyone care to join or challenge?]

ninth snare

[fanstheflame]

[well. Katniss, Haymitch, AND Finnick all gone in one day. Haymitch and Finnick are no skin off his back, but Katniss, well. as complicated as things had become with her, she was still his best friend. and they'd started mending that, as of late. it had been slow, hard going - but they'd been managing. especially with Prim's arrival ...

and now it was like she'd been thrown right back into the Games. off with Haymitch, leaving him to look after Prim and make sure no harm came to her. it almost felt ... normal. Gale wasn't sure if that made him feel that much better, or ten times worse. he can't even go check his traps to take his mind off of it ... because that'll just bring Katniss even more to the front of his mind.

he needs something that's as far from Panem as he can get, as strange and foreign as possible. so he finds himself back where this all started, for him, where he arrived: in the Seasons Room.

he's got a cold drink - iced tea with a big slice of lemon - wedged into the sand next to him, as he starts building a mound that he's hoping he can figure out how to turn into a sand castle]

[Prim & Rue]

Hey, I'm up in the Seasons Room if you want to come say hi.

[/Prim & Rue]


... Does the tide even come in, here, or does the water stay in the same place all day? [tick, tock ... no. he's not even going to think about that.]