[Dictated]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[There's the distinct sound of someone clearing their throat, then a deep breath is taken.]

Attention Paradisa residents. I'd like to bring your attention to a possible transaction. A trade of talent for cold, hard, cash. I have in my possession for the next three weeks, the services of one used to be car, but now totally human dude. He'd make a great butler-for-a-day, as well as being able to get any kinks in your neck out. We'll keep the, uh, services clean, people, so don't make me kick you in the junk.

He whines and moans a lot, but I'm totally cool with you muzzling him for the duration of your purchase.

Starting bid is twenty dollars per hour with a minimum of two hours. Any takers?

✭ 076

[optimystic]

The festival was pretty fun, wasn't it? Although I think my favorite festival is still that one Tanabata that was forever ago. That's where I got my fish! Wally and I won them, and I've been taking care of the little guys ever since.

[... and she's quiet for a moment as she flips through the journal pages. It'll be four years soon, huh? Time really flies]

Who wants to do something fun? It won't be an expedition to unknown daring lands, but it will still be pretty cool! But, the catch is I won't tell you what the fun activity is until you agree to it. [hehehe, yes someone is being silly on purpose]

( Nick )

( Mr. Edgeworth )

[hmm, who else could she talk to? after a moment of consideration she pushes up the sleeves of her little jacket and writes]

( Residents of the castle who don't like hamburgers )

044. Achilles' Last Stand

[samson]

[Filtered away from First Gens or any jackasses who would tell them about this.]

[This is dictated, in that super deep and manly (and slightly monotone) voice of his.]

So, expedition time again. For those of you who are new to this whole thing, sometimes people go off exploring the rest of the world -- and a lot of those people are our stronger fighters.

Which means we're kind of vulnerable to attack from those guys out in the woods who hate us.

So everybody needs to be extra alert right now. Especially since we don't have any kind of organized defense force anymore. Everyone keep your journals with you, and if you notice anything weird, speak up immediately.

Those of you on the expedition -- try to filter your stuff away from the First Gens so they don't know we're down a couple thirty-whatever people. [How many people went, he doesn't even know.......]

Alright. I'm trying not to freak anybody out either, so don't start shaking and crying. Probably nothing'll happen.

[But the first rule of OSI agents is to be ready for anything, so Brock is of the opinion that if impressive danger stuff can happen, it probably will. No sense scaring people, though, so his usual blasé demeanor is in place.]

But if it'd make anyone feel better, I can give you training in hand-to-hand combat or close-quarters weapons if you want. Probably other people are around who can teach the same thing, too, or guns or whatever.

That's it.

ch.1 Out of the frying Pan

[not_a_codfish]

[Pulling himself out of a sleep fraugh with nightmares involving a hoard of clockwork crocodiles and a giant boy in green tights, Captain James Hook awakes screaming.]

What... how... where... Smee? Blast it... SMEE!

[When his first mate does not materialize, Hook levers himself out of bed (not his bed, he notices) and walks over to a window, drawing the curtains a little so that he can see what he is doing. As he fumbles about the room, greatly confused, Captain Hook inadvertently knocks over a small black book.

Looking around the room as he screws his hook into place, he says to himself]

Now, isn't this an odd thing. I seem to have escaped that horrible crocodile after all... I am not where I was, but where am I now?

[ooc: Here he is folks, Captain Hook! feel free to help him out, needle him, etc.]

six.

[selfdom]

[ howdy paradisa. right now you're going to have one conner kent sitting on the roof of the castle. he's just talking to himself about what all happened, what was going on back home and things like that ]

You know, I'm happy that Tim and Cass are here, Clark too but it's still not home. I wonder how long I'll be stuck in this place...

expedition filter // dead zone border

[persequor]

[ This here be a (kinda backdated) general catch all for all the people wanting to react to the border crossing. Have at. ]

20 Gates [ Dictation ]

[peacockherald]

I actually spoke with this with someone a little bit ago, and now that some of the excitement from the fair has died down...

Would anyone be interested in building an actual salle for us to practice with blades in? For those who might not be familiar with the term - I am unsure if it is exclusive to my world - it is a special building used for the sole practice of martial weapons. A safe, place, you could say, that protects outsiders from getting in the way and provides a safe haven for those who wish to practice the sword arts. 

It will take many hours of labor, but I think it will be beneficial in the long run, and I cannot do it alone - if I can at all. We shall have to see if this... Castle is even willing, I suppose.

Backdated to towards the beginning of the expedition

[wintercat]

[Catelyn has reached a state of near panic. It’s not unusual for Arya to disappear for a time. Cat had learned that it was best to give her space. But she always reported in. Because Arya knew Catelyn would worry if she didn’t. So when Arya doesn’t check in, she doesn’t even bother to filter. If it embarrasses Arya, perhaps she’ll speak up to make her stop. If it catches the attention of someone who knows where she is, so much the better.]

Arya Stark, you will tell me where you are this very instant.

[And while she's at it, she'll toss a a filter she's been meaning to for some time.]

[Danaerys Targaryen]

I am well aware my daughter has been enjoying her time with you. I have no reason to see you as an enemy here. I hold nothing against you and so I have allowed it. But know that if any harm comes to her while she is under your care, you will not find me merciful or forgiving. Is this understood?

[ooc: The first part is utterly unfiltered, so anyone is free to reply to it. Be helpful, heckle, whatever. I don't mind!]

001

[silentrunning]

[Something wasn't right. That was the first thought that filtered into her mind as consciousness returned. She focused, forcing her mind to work. What wasn't right? What was it? The floor... It was far too hard. And it didn't feel like the dirt and tall rippling plants she had been lying on. This could only mean one thing.

Scrambling to her feet, she stared around the room, confused. This did not look like any room in Aperture that she'd ever seen, and she had gotten to know the facility quite intimately over the years. Frantically she peered around, searching for buttons to push or cubes to move or...anything she knew. But there wasn't anything familiar here.

But there were plenty of surfaces here which looked like they would accept portals... She started to raise her right hand, fingers crooked into the firing position for her ASHPD... And then she remembered. Her portal device was probably floating somewhere up in space right now. She had no way to defend herself, no way to get away except for running. She was at an extreme disadvantage. And she had been stupid to think her captor would ever let her go.

Once again her eyes darted around the room, falling on a small leather-covered book lying open on a table. Was this her test? Was she supposed to pick it up? Would the whole room explode if she did? This sounded like something GLaDOS would do. Put her in a strange room, give her a seemingly innocuous book to pick up...

Knowing she likely shouldn't, she darted over to the table, snatching up the book, pulling it against her, still open, balanced in one hand. And then she waited a second with bated breath. No explosions. No alarms. No floods of neurotoxin. No sentry turrets. Only quiet.

She glanced around wildly again, eyes suddenly falling on a sofa, pushed neatly into a corner. Streaking over to it she shoved out an end, squished her way behind it and pulled it back into place. She curled herself into a ball, tucking her knees up to her chest, flinching as her right Long Fall Boot bumped something on the floor which rolled a bit, bouncing off the leg of the sofa with a click.

Curiosity flared again. Slowly, carefully, she reached down, trembling fingers closing around the object and bringing it to her eyes. She squinted at it for a moment, studying it. A memory trickled into her mind. A pen! This was a pen! She could use it to write... Carefully setting the book on her knees, she stared at the page in front of her. And then she began to write, completely unaware that the book she was holding could transmit her words to potentially thousands of people. And it wasn't even her best writing. The words were a scrawl, little better than a child's, some of the letters backward or up-side-down.]

What sort of test is this?

[OOC:: Feel free to creep into the lobby and bother her in person or over the journal. Isn't newbie confusion fun! Also, apologies for this post being so long.]

Case 15

[unnaturalpause]

[James is dictating this as he's leaning against a tree, ignoring the looks from the nearby hippogriff.]

I don't suppose anyone would mind watching over my animals would they? I'm afraid I rather forgot to insure their well being whilst packing.

And would someone kindly inform me if Nikola Tesla does something to cause mayhem and mischief and other such emotions during the next few weeks? I would be most grateful.

[It's bad he has to say that, isn't it?

That done he scribbles in a filter.]

[Filtered away from Helen Magnus and anyone who would wish her harm]

Helen's birthday is next Monday for those that would like to know. [...Subtlety thy name is James Watson. At least he used a filter?] Now while I realize she has no memories of her almost year stay here, I thought some of you in the castle may wish to do something for her.

Eight Song ★ Dictated/Action

[catsong]

[There's a rather panicked voice over the journals, hushed and hurried like the speaker is afraid that someone close by would hear him.]

V-Vanyel? The curse... it's back. They're here!

[Konoe would have filtered his entry if it wasn't for the fact that the flames around him kept advancing and retreating, like they were taunting him. Bastards, what did they want? Why were they here when he was awake?]

Nononono... get away! Stay back!

[He yowls like a frightened cat and then throws his journal at the red flame. It doesn't do any good, though, but it keeps the journal open as the catboy tries to find a way to fight living emotions.

If anyone's near the library, a black-furred Konoe and four colorful floating flames are having an rather Yakkity Sax-worthy chase scene.]