「✿十」the one with the chocolate

[mom_to_us_all]

h dear... Oh dear Mother of the Sun... She should have listened to Rin and she shouldn't have let Chell feed her with chocolate some days ago because it was delicious... Amaterasu couldn't resist the temptation of eating a bit more after seeing that it didn't affect her (or thinking it didn't) but, piece by piece of the delicious thing, she realized the problem resided in the quantity...

Chocolate was indeed bad for her, not as bad as it would be in any normal wolf! No! But her wolfish shape wasn't only a disguise of sorts! Things like this would affect her as the wolf she is at the end of the day.

Thankfully for her, her Godhood helped so it wouldn't get too bad. Her belly hurt, she felt tired and nauseous, but she was fine... Chocolate, why are you so cruel to canines?

For the first time since people had left to the expedition, she stayed inside instead of keeping watch, resting under the dinning room table, well hidden from curious stares by the long tablecloth.

Well, she could take this time to use the journal since the slight pain and discomfort wasn't quite letting her nap. And she writes:]

Any tips to get over an ugly stomachache?

(  Once-ler  )

(  Chell  )

(  Galadriel  )

{{Permission post just in case! Open in person (if you can find her) or via journal.}}

three paintings burned

[thehangedrose]

( introspective stuff- spoilers for the game Ib )

...

If you had to destroy someone because they tried to kill you and the people you care about, would...would that make you a bad person?

ReMask 004 - dictated

[crownless_king]

You know, I think I finally get what this fucking place is missing. It just fucking hit me, like a rocket propelled bird smashing into a glass house.

[A moment, then in writing:]

Note to self: Strap a rocket to a bird and loose at glass house. Record results.

[Dictated again]

Anyways yeah, it just hit...

PS: Put on CastleNet. Get million views and all the CastleTube money.

Anyways! This place and what it's missing? A soundtrack! I mean really, it's so goddamn obvious, like a big ol boob window on a tight latex costume. This place needs themes and tracks for the different stages and antics that occur around and about it. Heroic themes for when people like yours truly gets to be a big goddamn hero, or for seeing off the brigade of adventurers and misfits as they hit the old dusty and explore. Sad themes for when people go home, get killed, or accidentally destroy the microwave again.

Each of us? We need our own theme song. I've got my own, but the rest of you are fucking shameful, so that needs fixing.

No, I'm serious about this. There has to be enough musically inclined bastards here that we can put together a good and proper soundtrack for this place. It'll liven it right the fuck up, and who doesn't love stirring musical numbers anyways? Plus, if we got any real good singers, we could even record a proper opening and closing song. Something catchy and endearing that gets badly translated into other languages.

I dunno. Maybe something about hands, mine or otherwise...or sanctuaries...or things simple and/or clean? Look, that shit is all drawing board, we'll come back to it.

Hunt 013 ~ [Action/Dictated]

[squirrelhunter]

( Cut for swearing )

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((OOC: Daryl's trapped in the kitchen, now. Open for Action or Dictation over the journals. Come bug him.))

☠ 2

[plundersbooty]

[Good afternoon, castle residents! If you journey out to the lobby today, you'll be greeted with a girl in a charming pirate cap taking up a ton of space against one of the walls.

She's hung up a big, big black piece of cloth and has a few buckets of white paint near her. Her outfit has a few specks on it as she takes her brush and hrms. In the middle of it is an attempt to make a certain symbol about half done.

If anyone is using the journal, you're going to find yourself treated to a few specks of free paint. She scratches her chin and gets a bit stripe across her face, hrming, talking into her journal and to anyone nearby.]

Does anyone know where I could get a really big flagpole?

[ooc: open in the lobby or over journal for whatever shenanigans you like.]

21st Gate - Meeting the Companion

[peacockherald]

( Clow )

Venting over the journal

[traken_master]

I am bored. That may sound strange to those of you who are not travelers. Paradisa, as luxurious and irritating as it is, is ONE PLACE. I'm used to roaming all of time and space at will. How can anyone bear to sleep in the same room, night after night after night, seeing the same stars overhead?

The Doctor has often accused me of being mad. I think, after my stay here, he may have a point.

( Filtered away from the overly moral. )

Ten Knives

[prettyknives]

[Clove is kneeling in front of the castle, tapping away at the stone with a chisel. There's no telling how long she's been doing this.

Go ahead, ask her what she's doing. You know you want to]

♛ 55 {Expedition}

[ardor]

[After (most) everyone's out of the caves and back on the beach, it's time for dinner. Out comes the food, the fires are lit, and people are having a jolly good time or something like it. Hopefully.

Whatever's going on, people doing their thing. It involves eating and... socializing. That thing. Mingling is happening, and everyone better be liking it! Or at least tolerating it.

Share notes, discuss findings, show off booty Martel, or just east and pass out. Anything goes!]

((ooc: Open expedition post on the beach. Have at it.))

Tadchaen-a-Neledh

[inafadingcrown]

( Friends, allies, and friendly acquaintances )

( Rin )

[Action]

[You can also find Galadriel in town today, pausing in front of a store window every so often. Almost as if she’s considering something. Hmm…]

(no subject)

[foughtfortheusers]

[Rinzler was bored.  A bit agitated.  But he wasn't going to let that keep him from his usual patrols.  And certain people being away from the castle weren't making it easier.  It's strange to have CLU not around after getting used to him around again.]

Quiet with the expedition.  Less people.  [Rumbling in annoyance, but Zorua is trying to get his attention in the background, wanting to play]

[CLU]
Status, Master?

[Open in person or over journal]

Fifty Third Sip

[mal_addict]

Well, here it is. Another depressing milestone reached. I've been in this place for two years today.

...

Well, two Earth years, anyway. But seen as that seems to be the calendar this ridiculous world wants to live by, then two years I suppose it is.

[She pauses, considering saying more. Saying she's known some people here longer than she's known her regiment. Longer than she's known a lot of people who weren't fellow vampires. And that she's certainly become closer to them than anyone from back home.

But no. She rebels. Because a tiny part of her mind tells her that would be betraying the Discworld, in some small, strange way. Her beloved home which was getting harder to build a mental map of with each passing month. As much as Earth made no sense to her when she arrived here she's begun to get what it was about. And there's something horribly disconcerting about that]

I never thought I'd be here this long.

page five

[fantasies]

I guess a lot of people have been leaving lately, huh?

[It's kind of an obvious observation. People have been filing in and out since he got here, but this is the first time it's hit someone he knew, someone from his own world. He hasn't talked to Belle in ages, and now he's realized it's because her nameplate is gone.

He's not quite sure how he feels about that, yet.]

How does the castle pick? Who goes and who stays. Does anybody even have an idea? It can't just be random.

[Right?]

✿ Two Slices of Cheesecake ♐

[holycraponacracker]

Okay, this is ridiculous. I’ve been begging people to put my shoes on for me, and usually I’m unsuccessful because that sounds really creepy.

I guess this is my loss thingy. Anyway, I need someone to do me a huge favor. I need a not creepy person to volunteer to put my shoes on for me. Please! Pretty please! I feel really stupid walking around with bare feet. Plus, shoes are so cute.

Maybe if multiple people volunteer, I could rotate people! Yeah! I could set up a shoe schedule.

[She writes the following, editing it as people volunteer]

Monday
Name

Tuesday
Name

Wednesday
Name

Thursday
Name

Friday
Name

Saturday
Name

Sunday
Name

[And then she starts talking again.]

Right. And then you’d be on shoe call, like a doctor or something. See? This isn’t so bad.

[She’ll then be exploring the town, window shopping, and eating.]