Tenth birdsong (Expedition post)

[fly_little_bird]

[Anyone on the expedition may or may not notice something has gone missing. Didn't you just put that down and turn away for an instant? It's gone, now. Why? Rue's feeling mischievous and watching people looking for their missing things from her vantage point in the nearest tree is just funny.

Innocent as can be, she swings her feet a little, bouncing Timcanpy on her knee and singing softly to him. Timcanpy was slowly learning the songs she'd been singing and starts singing along with her, mimicking her voice. She giggles and pets the little guy]

You'll have lots of stuff to show Allen when we get home, won't you?

((OOC: Open post for the expedition-goers!! (Though everyone is welcome to hear her over the journal). For those on the expedition - feel free to notice something missing, notice the adorable duo up in one of the trees or just, well, go about your business. Threadjacking encouraged!))

Case 010 | Hattori Heiji | [ Dictated ]

[loves_osaka]

Anyone got some suggestions for books t' read? I've read a lot mystery so don't go suggestin' things like Sherlock Holmes, Agatha Christie, or Edogawa Rampo- cause I've read all those. Always up t' re-readin' Ellery Queen though.

026 [ backdated to the 20th ]

[vengefully]

Over an entire week of acting like— [Sasuke just scoffs, clearly annoyed by his own behavior during his loss].

I think I would rather forget it even happened.

( Residents encountered during his loss )

[ooc; Meant to post this earlier, but yes his AU!Loss is over with after the carnival ended, I am still backtagging his loss post but you are welcome to assume you saw/interacted with him while he acting different or even flirting with people instead of...training and being antisocial as usual]

20 [action; backdated to noon]

[takethat]

[August 24, 12:00 pm, castle grounds.

A few easels stand outside on the grass, arranged in a sort of loose, wide triangle, with a table and some chairs set up in the middle. Phoenix is bustling about, making sure each easel is supplied with some basic paint colors--assuming people can wish for other colors or media if they so choose--and leaving some blank paper for either drawing or writing at each of the places at the table.

True to his word, he's prepared (only a few minutes late) for the group art session he'd advertised via journal earlier in the month. Come and join him with any kind of art!]

Scroll Thirty Eight

[huffythedragon]

[As much as Spike whines about people coming into the library and messing up his SYSTEM, now so many are out of the castle and NOT doing that, he's bored. It's taken him half the time to organise the sections it usually does, so he's been left with a hole in his schedule.

Such a thing would never happen in Ponyville. Twilight's schedules (and by proxy: his) were filled to to point where to be able to do some tasks required breaking the laws of time and space. Holes in the schedule were rarer than a tap-dancing oyster in a kangaroo suit.

And so, Spike has taken to siding down the banisters of the big winding staircase to see how far he can fly before inevitably meeting the floor with a THUD. After a few goes, even THIS gets boring. Still flopped on the floor, he reaches for his journal and flips it open]

Does anypony want to do something? Anything?

[He was even starting to miss Arya. That couldn't be a good thing]

(no subject)

[webbing]

You know, when everyone runs off to do the whole action hero explorer thing the castle always feels a lot more empty, and yet no matter how many people run off I still feel like I have over a hundred different roommates who won't take their feet off the coffee table, or take out the trash. The scary thing is, in this overly elaborate metaphor the maid service poisoned most of the people living here, so relying on them to take care of things isn't exactly remotely intelligent. Which leaves us to have to do our own things if we don't want to double over our toilets next time the castle gets fussy.

Which is all just an elaborate way to say I hate doing my own laundry.

[ And indeed that is where Peter is right now, fiddling with dials in the laundry room and really hoping he's getting the setting right. ]