「✿十一」

[mom_to_us_all]

[At last! Autumn apparently happened in this place too! Amaterasu looks pleased as she walks around the castle grounds. The change is not as natural to what she's used to, but it's better than it being summer forever. As she trots close to one of the trees, her ears flicker at the little sound coming from the top.

She stares curiously at the tree. Tress could be bad tempere at times she knew, but they don't talk nor giggle! Maybe it was her imagination... No wait! There it is again! Maybe there is someone up there! The wolf barks at the top of the tree, stands on her rear legs to try to see better, eventually she leans her front paws on the trunk! Bark, bark, bark, she goes.

Oh dear, is she going crazy? Can someone else hear it?

There it is again! Bark!]

Syntax Error 20

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine can be found in the library, her table literally covered in medical books of all subjects and sizes. Spot is also there, his screen displaying a long list of healing spells as he stares at the towering book piles curiously. Right now, Dairine is scanning through a lengthy medical journal, frequently stopping to check words in a dictionary. Eventually she sighs and leans back, stretching.]

There has got to be an easier way...

Someone remind me -- how many years does it take to get a doctor's degree?

[Scooting the journal closer, she writes down a few filters.]

[ Filtered away from the First Gens, those who would tell them, bad people, yadda yadda ]

While I’m on the subject, did anything come of that mystery disease we read about in Lastlook? Any new hints or clues?

Or is it just another unanswered question we picked up along the way?

[ Katniss ]

Can I ask you something?

((Open to action or over journal.))

[Written]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Dear Diary Hey, funky castle-people. Whaddup? I have to say, I'm surprised I've managed not to wind up in some kind of trouble recently, so I'm sort of waiting for the other shoe to fall on me, crushing me like some kind of Kenzi-bug.

Things need to be done. Trouble needs to be gotten into. Or, you know, we could just pretend to get in trouble and wind up drunk and passed out on the lawn. Good times, people. Why aren't there more people passed out on the lawn? Come on, man. There are horses and jousting and damsels and I'm willing to bet there's a dragon somewhere.

If I'm going to be stuck in a castle that sucks your brain, I want to get my brain-suckings worth. Plans? Suggestions? Bueller?

sextus

[periculis]

( filter; arya )

( filter; panem residents )

twenty-ninth

[siebter]

( filtered to friends. which basically means anyone who's talked to him once. )

[ And in other news, he'll be in the music room today, though he's actually not playing the piano this time. Though he is sitting at it. Musician's block is a thing, it turns out. ]

Second Legend

[kingsgambit]

At least this change in the weather will be done with us residing under a roof. [That's said rather casually.]

But that is not my concern for those of you here, no. My concern for today is one of residence. While the castle is a gracious host, and I would assume homes in the town, is there any place outside of those that one could stay in? One perhaps in the woods or near it. It doesn't have to be large, just large enough for one man.

[That done, he sets the journal down near him before returning to his scribbling on a paper in the lobby, a chair dragged over to a corner of it where he has covered part of the wall in symbols, the same of which can be found on papers piled around him. Periodically he glances over at the journal before returning to whatever it is that he's doing.]

466 ❀

[ino]

[Hallway/room filter forever]

[Ino's standing outside Once-ler's door with Uru. Having disabled the traps and all that good stuff, she's just knocking on the door now]

Once-leeerr! It's me! You decent? [nope, she's never letting you live the PJs down, oncie]

eight :: journal/death match

[i_got_this]

So hey, hey castle! Listen up --

[She'd noticed something ... odd ... throughout the day, and felt it was time to put it to the test.]

[And also she wanted to know if she was the only one affected.]

[She's parked at the Death Match, ready for a party either way.]

I know there are a fair bit of you from various ... versions of America, so let me ask you this;

what states are all of you from? Family, friends, what states do you like or not like? [How many reasons can she throw in here for people to list states, hm ...]


Come on, get creative. State facts! Hit me!

Freelancer Filter

[She's smirking, can you tell?] So how are you all doing?


[[ooc: CAST LOSS start!]]

231 is the exact number of cubic inches in a U.S. liquid gallon.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley sounds as amused as he often does whenever the castle sends fun little invitations to the residents in general]

Well, well. How about this. A masked ball. Those always go down so well. I wonder what horrors await for us in this one? I might be willing to go just for the sheer entertainment value when things inevitably go down the crapper.

So long as there's alcohol there, anyway. Best bring a hipflask with me just in case something needs to be spiked. [There's some page flicking going on]

'Celebrate the shifting of the seasons' yadda yadda. Sounds like a tree hugging thing, to me, but whatever. It can't be as bad as the fucking mice thing.

twenty-seven detention slips

[delincuente]

So since when did we have, like, royalty?

[Alex has just found her masquerade invitation, skimmed it, and has been side-eying it for the last few minutes. Paradisa has always been the castle without a king or queen, so this makes pretty much no sense.]

Because this whole Fall King thing sounds super sketch.

[ dictation ]

[wishmadeinfire]

A Masquerade ball is it? Well... why not? I have not been to a proper affair in awhile, and let us all face it, the Castle has been far to quiet of late. If this is the worst it plans to throw at us for the week, I think we can all handle it. Of course there's a twist somewhere, but when is there not? 

I do suppose this means my birthday shall have to be put on hold and start thinking of a costume. 

( Filter to Felix )

6th card [Written]

[legacydeck]

[Clow's script is very nearly as elegant as that on the invitations. Just because he feels like being fancy about this. Though the ink is plain black, at least]

To the Kings of Fall and Summer,

Whomever you may be, your invitation is most gracious, and most delightfully accepted.

-Clow Reed

( [Vanyel] )

o4 | Dictated

[bustered]

[It's been a few days since the expedition arrived back at the Castle, and Zack feels himself settling into what's become a routine of training and sparring, in between talking with other people. Someone still isn't sure he trusts the Castle, but somehow saying it aloud to Cloud the other day -- That's right. I'm dead. -- settled a few things that had been bouncing around his skull.

Settled a few things, and stirred up quite a few others. He opens the journal after a moment and just lets his thoughts flow.]

Fancy invitations, huh? I guess it's supposed to make a person feel special, or something like that. Part of me can't help but wonder if it's the Castle trying to show hospitality, after the group of us all went out on our own.

Then again, I guess it did that the minute we came back. Here, you can all have your strength back, or your magic back, or your whatever-else-you've-got back. Heh. [A beat.] Can't complain about a proper shower, though. I guess you really do have us figured out, don't you Castle?

[Okay, so it ended up to be more idle musing than anything else. Oh well. That's just how the materia forms sometimes. Zack really doesn't have much of anything else to say, just penning a few quick filters under the words that appeared as he spoke.]


( Filters to: Angeal, Cloud and Reno )

[ooc: set on Wednesday afternoon, and open to action for anyone outside! Zack's laying on the lawn inside a fairy ring, cloud watching.]