Expedition Filter - Backdated to Sept 3

[wizard_redfive]

[In the midst of the fighting and chaos and prehistoric birds, a shrill cry can be heard from the docks.]

MEDIC!

[There, one Dairine Callahan can be seen kneeling next to the fallen form of Dr. Peter Venkman. The situation does not look good. Venkman clothes are covered in blood, and he’s pale as a sheet. He’s alive and conscious, but for how much longer?

Calling up to the boats, Dairine’s tone becomes increasingly panicked.]

Hey! Medic!

Can I get some help over here?!

((Backdated like woah to the terror bird fight, thanks to my snail-like tagging. Venkman has been shot! Feel free to have your character step in or react.

This is the last expedition post, I swear.))

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

[whitelightangel]

[Paige nudges her journal open with the end of a paint brush. She has been keeping herself busy by painting a mural on one of her walls. The mural features Piper, Wyatt, Leo, Phoebe, Chris, herself and...Pru. The last portrait isn't easy for her. She has only seen photographs of the eldest Halliwell sister, but it feels wrong to leave her out.

In the background, she has sketched out (roughly) the Halliwell mansion.

Not that anyone can see her handiwork. That really is a shame. She is quite the artist.]

Yep! This place is definitely starting to feel like home. [She sets her paint brush down and tries to wipe off her hands.] Why is paint so hard to remove? I swear, I scrub most of my skin off just trying to get my hands the right color again.

[After a momentary pause, she seems to give up the task.]

This may seem off the wall, but what would you call a great day? It can involve anything. Weather, people, long walks on the beach...

[Filtered to Phoebe.]

Hey sis, got a moment?

[/]

42 - written

[sexyhitchhiker]

Anybody got any advice on wine? Differences between red and white, what they're supposed to go with, stuff like that. And how to open a bottle of champagne without everything spilling over.

043 red letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

[There's a half finished chalk drawing on the wall of the lobby. The artist, however, seems to have gotten distracted and is currently sprawled on one of the couches drawing in her sketchbook. If anyone should care to peek they'll see that Nora has suddenly taken to room design. She has page after page of room ideas... all of them round.

She sighs, making a face and flipping to the next page, leaning her head back against the arm of the couch and staring at the ceiling. Who knew designing a room would be so HARD?! Idly she dictates a few filters while she thinks]

( KITT )

( Neal Caffrey )

( Ino )

[She pulls out her pack of cigarettes and her lighter, still staring at the ceiling as she lights one. She watches the smoke as it curls upwards, intrigued by the loops and swirls as it drifts towards the ceiling, oblivious to anyone else who may be nearby.]

((ooc: Come bother the artist!))

Mission 019 ~ A Warrior and a Scholar [Dictated/Action]

[noblefive]

Can anyone recommend any books? Any genres, any time period. I've read most of the war stories and documentaries. Looking for something a bit different.

[There'll be the rustling of pages other than the journal in the background. Anyone in the library will see a 7'8" armoured giant sat at one of the tables quietly reading.]

((OOC: This happens before this happens. Open over journals and in person. Have at.))1

37 traps filled

[ectobabble]

( Pete Venkman )

( Peter Petrelli )

Hey, guys! It's been a while, I know ... but there was the expedition, and the dinosaurs, and then getting back and settling in ... helping Pete out ... He's okay, now, by the way, in case you guys were worried. But ... I figured I should say hi, since we've got a lot of new people, and I haven't really introduced myself in a while.

My name's Dr. Ray Stantz, I'm a paranormal investigator and an engineer back home, which is New York at the tail end of the 20th century, for anyone who's curious. Back home I specialized in researching ghosts, spooks, spectres, and other supernatural phenomena, but lately I've been working on gathering data about all the stuff that goes on here. So, if anything out of what passes for "ordinary" around here happens, I'd love to hear from you so that I can try to help!

[there's a pause, as he reads over what the journal transcribed. yep, that looks good. he smiles to himself, then glances over the notes he's got spread out on the table around him]

Right now, though, I kinda need a break. And this last trip made me realize, I should probably come up with some way to defend myself a little better. I had a quick stint as a knight in Camelot, back home - long story - so I know a little bit about swords. Would anyone be willing to help me get better at it? Maybe help me get one of my own...?

ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ

[confidente]

[ He waffled on it initially, torn between being angry and maybe in part (only a small part) glad. Better that he's gone then still here. House wasn't happy here, he knew that much, but part of him can help but be annoyed that the message he left was a bunch of post it notes. Annoyed but amused. Sort of. Kind of. Maybe. ]

For those who knew him, Gregory House is no longer in Paradisa.

[ A sigh. He'll leave it at that. ]

( Sherlock Holmes )

13 | magical butz | dictated

[thebutz]

Hey, I saw someone talking about a magic show not too long ago and it really got me thinking. How does magic even work? Does anyone know? I mean are there any magicians who aren't going to just say "I can't tell you that" like they do to kids? I can keep a secret... Free art for anyone who answers! If you want anyway.

[As he's talking, he doodles a little tophat in the corner of his journal]

Three Swords

[willalwaysfindyou]

[Filtered to Snow]

No trolls, no kings, no evil queens, and no magic castle can keep us apart. I will always find you.

[/Filter]

[...Long sigh.] I realize I haven't been very vocal lately. My apologies. Someone dear to me is gone.

But I refuse to let the castle kick me down. I'm in the kitchen, eating some supper, if anyone would care to join me.

[And true to his word, he's sitting at the table in the kitchen. He evidently figured out how to make ramen, because that is what he's slurping right now. He may be a prince, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like to slurp his food.]

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[fredless]

There's a hint of coolness in the air that can't be ignored anymore, the sort that settles quietly over a person's skin and lets them know that fall is coming. Fred's avoiding a coat as long as she can, but for the moment she has her knees drawn up against her chest as she studies the outline of the castle in the pink light of early dusk. It's especially pretty from her perch in a nearby field, and if she had any skills whatsoever at drawing she might've been inclined to capture it. All in all, things look much simpler than they actually are.

But her locket hangs once again around her neck, and she's been her far too long not to know that the quiet is always temporary at best

Fred lets her fingers drift to flip over the journal that rests nearby]

...what is everybody's favorite fall traditions? Corn mazes? Cider? Something or other with cinnamon and ginger in it?

Dictated

[deductiongeek]

 So I'm back from the expedition.

[Conan yawns as he climbs up onto a chair in the kitchen and pours some milk over his cereal.]

Did anything happen in the castle while we were gone?