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[webbing]

[ Peter is walking with his journal open as he flips through past entires, looking to see if anything catches him eye. Meanwhile Stiles is walking and chatting with him as he does so. ]

I don't know, are you sure they're supposed to stay in front of the goal? I'm skeptical here.

They could always run out. But then they'd be failing their goalie duties.

Which is... what again?

[ Side eying Peter real hard ] To stop the ball from going into the goal. Pretty simple stuff, dude.

And this ball that you're speaking of...?

Y'know, that thing we were throwing around? [ bro shoulder shove ]

Nope, still not sure what you're talking about.

[ Peter tries to shove back in the same, easy going manner. But unfortunately... Spider powers.

Stiles starts stumbling down the stairs. Oh dear. Sadly Stiles doesn't come with amazing reflexes so he's not saving himself. ]

Oh crap--

[ Peter makes a mad grab for him, but amazing reflexes or not the boy still has his limitations, and unfortunately having fallen down a staircase Stiles is a little out of his reach. He reacts quickly though, jumping onto the wall of staircase and using it to launch himself onto the stairs in front of the falling Stiles.

This time when Peter makes a grab for him he catches him. Unfortunately Stiles looks like he's down for the count, and while Peter cradles his head and pats his face to try to get him up, it doesn't look like he'll be getting up any time soon. ]

Shit... shit! Come on, buddy. Get up. Don't do this to me. Oh fuck...

[ He notices the journal at the top of the staircase where he dropped it still open and speaks louder. ]

Hey! HEY! Can anyone hear me?! I could really use some help right now!

((OOC. Peter and Stiles. Someone's getting a canon update! Feel free to notice this all having played out in person too.))

23rd Gate - Medic, Medic, Who's Got the Medic?

[peacockherald]

[ Vanyel thought he should be worried that he knew exactly where he was when he woke up, why, and that he was not surprised. Some people would freak out, but no, he knew. He had been in here more than once more - both here in Para and in his own world. If anyone had stripped him down during an examination, they would see reasons why. Right now he definitely knew the reason with his pounding headache and the aches that sizzle throughout his body. He should have stayed asleep longer, but after all these years doing what he did, he just couldn't. Not in one straight shot, at least. 

But yay, the clinic, again. Yfandes was going to kill him, wasn't she?

For those wanting to visit, Vanyel would be in and out of wakefulness throughout the day in short spurts, usually driven back to sleep by pain, nausea, or both. At least someone had given him things to help with the dreams. He didn't want to go to that cold place. He hated that, more than anything, he thought.

And yes, most of the time he is waiting for someone to come and chew him out, because he is fairly sure he did not get into the clinic by Yfandes' powers alone.]

jukebox selection H01 - good times roll ; the cars

[huntersdaughter]

[The pages can be heard flipping open quickly and an exhale comes across first. Her hair gets swept out of her face as she sets the journal open on the surface of the bar. The clink of glasses in the background is muted, but still present.]

Before I get started, I wanted to let everyone know that Bonnie Bennett has returned home. So did Elena Gilbert. I didn't really know Elena and maybe Bonnie mentioned it earlier, but when I was looking for Bonnie I went to ask Elena and - nope. Not there.

Of course, this means that I'm still hiring at the Lux.

[A beat]

Let's be honest, I'm always hiring at the Lux. With the recent dip into everyone getting wishing whiplash, I'm telling everyone that I do my best to run a wish-free bar here. I don't like to use the ghosts to fill up staffing positions that can be done just as easily with a real person. You'll earn a wage, plus tips, and you'll have the satisfaction of knowing that in a year or whenever the castle next opts to take out that wishing tax on everyone -- you won't end up in bed sick for a few days.

[She draws in a sharp breath through her nose.] Just -- something to think about.

Also, how many doubles of people are left in this place? Are there any left?

19-Voice

[jimfromit]

[Wow two Moriarty posts in the space of a week? Aren't you people lucky?.

Except he's in a bit a mood, the castle's habit of sending home people he considers fun and smart has continued...as he found out when he made a house call to Clove earlier.

You all get a voice post...sod being a creepy troll towards the newbies for a change.]

Ding-Dong

Just a quick public service announcement that Miss Clove has left the building.

I repeat...Miss Clove has left the building.

fifty-sixth labyrinth

[lord_wizard]

[It was immediately obvious this morning that all was back to normal when he'd lacked the overwhelming urge to crow at daybreak, even if he did wake up both naked and wearing a necklace made of ribbon.

The biggest annoyance of the whole mess had been his inability to properly keep abreast of what was happening with the expedition and the castle via the journal. Chicken feet were not the best at turning pages. So, the second thing he did, after making himself feel properly human again with a bath and the comforting feeling of clothing on his skin, was to get out his journal and began to make up for lost time.]

Well, that was fun. I can't believe it's been over a year since I had to deal with a loss. I've never felt particularly lucky, so maybe it actually does have some sort of association with the amount of wishing you do.

( To anyone that interacted with him during his loss )

( Anyone involved in the outpost security project )

( Current Chimera members and allies )

( To any residents with magic or magic-like powers who have good intentions towards the castle residents and away from any First Gen's, allies, or people who would filter to them )

Dave: Go off on aforementioned shitty indoor adventure.

[turntech12395]

[After hanging around for a bit doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, Dave decides to explore a little. He recalls the thought of the indoor adventure he was planning, and attempts to MAKE IT HAPPEN.]
so im off
time to get stuff done
i have no idea where to go but anythings better than sitting here like a moron doing nothing
i have a general sense of the floor im on and a lot of free time

[Dave stops and considers where to go to begin his MAGICALLY BORING QUEST.]
ok
indoor pool
lets do this shit