two.

[migrates]

[ this is simca. she's sitting outside, late evening, just as the sun is setting, in just a really low cut shirt, short-shorts, and strange, thigh-high stiletto leather boots. her chin is resting in her palms and she begins the entry whistling this song.

about halfway through, she stops and finally speaks ]

Oh, I wish I could have gone on that adventure. But a little girl like me shouldn't be dirtying herself up with such dangerous work, maa?

Surely there must be some other way for me to entertain myself here then, mmn? Something fun and exciting! Perhaps I will just sprout wings and fly into the sky to conquest dreams and thoughts! [ she giggles here, knowing full well how strange that statement is. ]

Tell me a story, Cair Paradisa! Tell me many stories! Read me a bedtime story and keep this girl entertained!

[ she ends the entry, whistling the rest of that song.

open action and journal and come into my bosom. ]

your words will soon desert you

[scinlae]

( filtered to everyone who knows arthur pendragon )

[ Shortly after this post Morgana throws up a filter. Her voice tense as it is level: ] As many of you can see Arthur no longer remembers Paradisa, I do not know how this happened or why but the simple fact is that he no longer remembers. I do not believe this is some sort of loss, it is as if his mind has been completely wiped clean of his memories of this place. He is... a blank slate, so to speak.

I make this filter so that those who know details of our lives stay silent about them. If he is to find out it is better from the lips of those involved not from the lips of strangers. [ So basically shut up or she'll shut you up herself. ]

Speak to him of Paradisa all you like, but do not speak of things involving myself or any from our world. It is not for you to do and frankly none of you have the right.

Nepeta: Reach out.

[rogueofheart]

( FILTER TO TROLLS AND ALSO THE KIDS THAT PLAYED SBURB )

Dictated

[biggestdreamer]

 [After nearly two weeks asleep, Takato has finally woken up.  After a few minutes of thinking he slowly opens the journal and begins speaking into it in a saddened tone of voice.]

For a moment I hoped....  But I guess it wasn't a dream.

Guilmon is really gone.

ⅹ┆ building walls

[shrugs_a_lot]

( He tends to over think things )

( Hinata (private) )

[Cloud had been hanging out at the gym for the evening, actually practicing the moves Hinata had thought him a while ago. He's sweaty, shirtless and covered in fine sand from head to toe; it was probably the hundredth heavy bag he had beaten to the point of making it explode... Well, damn. He wished there was a training room like in the SOLDIER Floor back at ShinRa Headquarters, so he didn't want to ask anyone to spar with him. What for? They all were going to leave at some point too.]

[ dictated / action ]

[wishmadeinfire]

You know... it suddenly struck me this afternoon that in exactly one week, I will be a year closer to my three hundredth birthday. Three whole centuries, even if I am not quite there yet. Just over twenty years left to go...  

It also struck me that, being here, I might actually live to see it. 

[And with that wistful little moment, he goes back to sitting in the gardens at a small little table with four chairs, sipping his tea in the evening warmth with some little sweets before him, watching some fireflies dance for the last time before it becomes to cold.]

36

[inmylight_commander]

Ah--? Oh, this place again.

Filtered to Allies

[Obviously this is another test. Last time, York had said the objective here was to 'explore and survive', so she's certain there's got to be a twist, second time around.]

Catherine Beta-320 reporting for duty.

[That check-in out of the way, she's going to roam the halls, taking note of the new and old name plates and reacquainting herself with the layout. To her, it's been a couple years since she's been here.]


[[OOC: open journal, open action hallways! Broad filter; if you think this means your character, than it probably does!]]

ƒ020. single white slayer.

[msattentionspan]

[Faith is a bit bored. She's not sure how to go about all these people just showing up again without remembering her. She's getting a taste of how it must be for the rest of this place, but she's not going to sweat it. She's not gonna sweat it too much.]

Anyone got something they wish they could forget? I mean, all these people dropping in without remembering this place, kinda makes me think.

[She frowns.]



Buffy ]

Wanna patrol? [She's pretty sure there's nothing to actually patrol for, but she just wants out and she doesn't want to go to the castle.]

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