04 | In which there are a great many books. [Dictated/Action]

[strangewonders]

[It's a bit late, but Howl seems not to have noticed, preoccupied as he has been with all three floors of the library. He's at a table now, completely surrounded by haphazard piles as he flips open the journal and speaks.]

I don't suppose anyone has a cart they could lend me? I seem to have been a little over-ambitious when making my reading selections in the library.

[Not that he couldn't conjure something up, but asking is far easier.]

Scroll Thirty Nine

[huffythedragon]

[Spike had busied his mostly quiet days as best he could, waiting for when his dear friends would return from their trip and he could bug them some more. Today he's attempted more training with his little wooden sword. by 'training' this means he's tried to stab a punching bag in the gym and failed more or less consistently.

After his ego has been bruised enough, he opens his journal]

Man, there had to be an easier way to learn how to use a sword. One that isn't all about pain or getting your butt kicked by an inanimate object.

[Though his moral objection to hurting anything probably doesn't help in this matter]

( Catelyn )

☆☾☆ The First Orb [Dictated/Action] ☆☾☆

[whitelightangel]

Okay, let me get this straight: I can't communicate with my sisters or...school...and I can't go home anytime in the foreseeable future?

[Nonplussed doesn't even begin to cover Paige's expression.]

I have a real problem with that. Do you have any idea what you've done by trapping me here? Unless...

[One eyebrow arches as she considers all of the possibilities.]

You want me separated from them. [If anything, that idea makes her even angrier.] Even without me, they will kick - your - ass. In fact, you can count on it. We don't need the Power of Three to -


Calm down, Paige. For all you know no one is listening. Great! You're talking to yourself. Isn't that the first sign of insanity?

If anyone is listening and I hope you are, I'm Paige Matthews Halliwell. Nice to meet you.

17-On the Expedition

[heal_theworld]

( Filtered to friends still in the Castle. )

[Martel's sitting in one of the boats by the prow, just staring off at shore, maybe watching for a glimpse of those birds. To keep her hands busy, she's playing with a bit of string she found and tying it into more and more knots. In a little while, it's just going to be a mess of knots. If anyone knows her, they might say she was upset, even though she'll deny it.]

103.7 - ain't nothin' goin' on but this sound man (backdated to Monday)

[hard_talker]

[Leonard Cohen's voice drifts out over the airwaves for a little while - and out through open journals, for those who didn't get radios, this past Christmas, of course. after the first verse or so, the track fades out, and Mark pipes up, at ten on the dot, as usual.]

So, who's out there tonight in the wide world of Wonderfuck? Any of you still got an ear open for your pal Hard Harry? I know I've at least got a few new listeners: Arthur, Dave, Genis, Justinia, Dean, and Mufasa. As for the rest of you all? I still love ya, I really do. Think of it like ... oh, like when that weird uncle of yours threw you in the deep end of the pool even when you said you didn't want to. Or called you stupid names before you were old enough to get that he was so emotionally fuckin' stunted that that was the only way he could tell you he cared. Sometimes I just gotta be a dick, you know? And I'm not the only one. We've all been there. Search your feelings, you know it to be true.

Tell you what, if anyone still has any hurt feelings about last week, drop me a line and I'll have the ghosts send you an air freshener. You get a choice between Royal Pine, New Car, and Vanilla. Just remember, kids ... air fresheners only cover up the bad smell. The source of the stench is still somewhere underneath. ... While you all think about that... I'll just let the tunes roll, shall I? We got a little somethin' for everyone, tonight...

22nd Gate - Nothing is Gained Without Risk

[peacockherald]

It had been nagging at Vanyel ever since that young Lady Luthor had brought up the issue of safety preparedness in case of attack. He could set up shields, but did anyone really have a way out of the Castle in case it was attacked? He had no idea if it had any sort of secret tunnels, and frankly he had no wish to go exploring for them either - not sure if he wanted to brave the places beneath the Castle. Besides, there was no guarantee of those tunnels existing or surviving an attack either, or if someone else had previous knowledge of them.

Well, he had a possible way out. His Gates. He knew they did not work if he tried to go home, but what if he tried to place people far beyond the Castle's sphere? Could he open one into the Dead Zone or further, back where that temple they had visited had been? Yes, magic went null there, but would that still be true if the source of the magic was from elsewhere? He was confident he could open it near the Zone, but further would be better in case of a full out assault, he thought.

Yfandes, of course, had her concerns, but he reminded her of their last experience getting out of a Castle at the last minute this way, and how he really had no wish to repeat it. She could only agree, and also knew she could not stop him if he had his mind to it. At least he had come out to the barn to attempt this, not wanting any of his magics to backlash across the people in the Castle proper, and he could avoid harming the horses by taking them all out to pasture.

With a secure barn, and no one else around to potentially get hurt, he began his work, reaching in, drawing on his power since he had no other real source to tap. He began fashioning the anchors, envisioning where he wanted the Gate to open. He could see it, bright and clear, was sending his Gate out to connect....

( And the rest is behind here, otherwise this might be a small novel )

ooc: Basically Vanyel is unconcious, so most of your interaction will be with Yfandes. If you can hear Mind Speech, she might try to talk to you, but otherwise she will just be a very, very pushy mare.

ooc-2: No more rescues ^^ I think it is safe to say he has been rescued, though if you are wondering what is happening Yfandes is happy to give an explanation still.

4. When I'm so lost that this loser feels like dying/Hope you'll be by me then

[pompous_today]

I feel a little strange discussing this, when so many of you are still strangers to me and I am rarely this open about my emotions, but perhaps someone will have some advice.

Caring for my sister, River, was such a large part of my life that I am finding myself feeling [there's a pause, and a spot where his pen was resting on the paper] listless and directionless since her departure. Does anybody have any advice on how to make this feeling go away?