rose: bring in backup

[fluthlu]

[Written in quick, uncharacteristically messy script sometime Wednesday afternoon, after the conclusion of this outing: ]

I need the immediate assistance of someone who would be able to lift a fourteen-year-old boy, hypothetically from the forest to the clinic. Thank you in advance.

( Filtered to friends of John Egbert )

05 | In which Howl recieves an invitation. [Dictated]

[strangewonders]

[There's a scuffling noise, as if someone's trying to keep hold of the journal while fiddling around with something else.]

My goodness. Someone needs to be told it's rather rude to nail their invitations to a person's door. I nearly thought the king had managed to track me all the way here.

[There's a pause an a bit of a laugh]

I'll have to work on my royalty-evasion, it seems. I don't suppose anyone knows something about our gracious host? Or whether this will end up being an elaborate trap?

[Howl's not usually the paranoid type, but you can never be too careful when it comes to kings.]

Hunt 014 ~ [Dictated]

[squirrelhunter]

[It's not often that Daryl Dixon's voice is heard voluntarily through the journals, and its clear he hasn't checked it for similar entries, either.]

Anyone else hearin' shit in th'woods? It ain't just the castle prankin' me, is it?

008//Dictated

[nothingtobelieve]

Someone's been redecorating the lawn.

[Which was something of an understatement given everything that was going on out there. There's a pause as a door creaks open.]

...and my room, it seems.

[Not that pulled back curtains and an open window really counted as 'redecorating,' but if he'd wanted fresh air and sunlight, he would have done it himself. He certainly doesn't sound happy about the intrusion.]

Related to the invitations, I take it.

tenth snare

[fanstheflame]

[Filtered To Ino's Friends]

Hey, I know Ino's birthday is this weekend ... does anyone know what kind of things she likes? I mean - I've got a pretty good idea of the things she already has, but. I'd like to get her something she doesn't just need. If that makes any sense. Thanks.

[/Filter]

[now that that's over with, Gale heads on outside and camps himself in the middle of one of the fairy rings. he's got a small pile of books beside him, and he's leafing through the pages]

Has anyone identified these mushrooms, yet? I'm trying to find out if they're safe to cook ... there're so many of them that I wouldn't want them to just rot and die, and go to waste ...

eleven breaks of the stone

[craggyfaced]

[Fairies. Again. He should have known.

There was a suspicious amount of whimsy going around and the serious knight didn't like it. Besides, he'd had enough dealings with the fey to make him wary.

He's on his way out to the stables now - his Glameow, Maudie, perched imperiously on one of his shoulders. Skirting a fairy ring, he pauses to fish out his journal...]

I feel I must advise caution.

On my world, the Little People - the fey-folk - are a troublesome lot. Few are creatures of outright evil, but they think only of themselves are their whims, and their whims are something we mortals cannot understand.

I would give this ball - and it's hosts - a wide berth. Or, in the very least, go armed. If these creatures are like the ones I remember, they fear the touch of metal. Though I don't intend to test that myself, without need...

[He hesitates a moment and then sets a filter]

( Edward )

((ooc: Open in person as well! FYI, this is likely to be his last post, so get your dose of the gloomy knight before he's gone))

023 || dictated;

[workaphilic]

( [ Anyone Looking for Accommodations in the City Royale ] )

Quite the entertainer, our Paradisa. Parties and festivals and carnivals and balls. Don't know how you're not all sick of them, they happen frequently enough.

[He doesn't sound that bothered, though. In fact, there's a distinct upward swing to his tone. Someone's in a good mood for the first time in a long, long while.

There's a pause, and his voice starts to wander like he's splitting his attention.]

Still, can't complain. This one has the potential to be decently interesting. Ah, excellent.

[There's faint hissing in the background, from what sounds to be at least two or three of the fairies.]

Oh, be quiet. That's hardly the worst I could have done.

I Have Two Left Feet

[waterproofed]

So I usually bomb with these dances, but... hey, might as well give it another try, right? Looks like it's gonna be quite the party.

I don't remember much about fairies from mythology but they're pretty cool to watch.

Nine Spoons {Dictation}

[cyan_maid]

[For the most part, Jane has been following the fairies today. Some appeared in her room, taking little odds and ends from her drawers, and she got curious enough to follow them out to the lawn where their mini castle has been set up. She's crouched down just outside the fairy ring around it, watching them zip back and forth.

She'd brought her journal on a whim, too - that's where she'd found that lovely invitation, and watching the fairies sparks an idea in her, so she flips the journal open and says,]

It's just a thought, but does anyone think that the arrival of these, erm, "fairy folk", I suppose you'd call them, has anything to do with these funny invitations?

[She takes a breath as if she's about to say more, but then she gasps.]

Oh! Do be careful, that looks awfully heavy!

[You can hear footsteps in the grass as she leaves her journal. If you come down to the lawn, you might see Jane carrying jars of jam to and from the entrance of the castle for the fairies, and yes, she is very careful not to damage the fairy rings.]

three

[hvic]

[ DICTATED |

Filtered to clinic staff ]

What sort of medicine is practiced here? Is it modern?

[ /filter ]

[ Her writing is elegant, evenly and perfectly spaced, definitely better than any of you peasants could ever hope to accomplish. ]

Dear castle,

I am interested in the agriculture of this world. Not necessarily botany, but I suppose that is fine as well. Have there been any developments towards advancing crop cultivation, or do even the townsfolk resort to simply wishing for their food as well?

Sincerely,
Rosalie Cullen

[ Dictated / semi action ]

[celestial_wizard]

Ne ne are these invitations serious? A masquerade ball!? [ AAAAAAAA Excite! ]

But how come there isn't any other information on the cards? That's kind of weird, isn't it? Maybe there's going to be another one to follow it up...?

Nevermind, I've got to find a mask to wear! [ She already had the dress, but EEEEEEEEEEE!! ]

Hey, Chell! Maya? Are you two going to go too? [ You gotta, Chell. It's a dance. A DANCE. ]

WHo else is going?

[ Room Stuff. ]
[ And while she waits for responses, she opts to take a short break to have a bath, changing into something comfortable. Which... for her, today, is just a T-shirt. Hey she's allowed, she's the only one that lives in the room! (So she thinks). But she can't help but grab up her dress again and practice a few moves out of sheer excitement. Aa, she likes masquerade balls okay~! ]

1/018: Dancing isn't science!

[wheatdos]

[Wheatley sort of lingers on the main staircase of the castle, sitting down on the bottom step and turning the small invitation over and over again in his fingers. He's reading the words, repeatedly, trying to recognize anything about it. Was it a prank? Some joke? Perhaps someone trying to be nice and simply not being informed of his current predicament. Either way, he was feeling just the slightest bit jilted, taking it quite personally.

Flipping open his journal, he hesitates... tapping it with his free hand a few times as he decided what should be said.]


Um, quick question! Little question... nothing too big. Who sent these little things out? These... uh, little invitations. Well... that's uh... that's a sort of mean joke, if-if it is a joke. You know... Why would you- I mean whats the use on sending someone a masquerade invitation...

[A rather depressed sigh comes out of him. It's heavy, and much sadder than the usual upbeat guy that everyone always knew.]

...If they-- if they have no one to dance with...?

[He loved dancing. He really did. He loved it more than most things being himan had to offer. Someone sending this was a real kick in the face.]

004 - Rrrriiiiiiiiiiiiipp

[silentrunning]

[Chell is staring at an invitation lying on the floor at the toe of her boot. She'd crawled out of bed, and there it had been. She'd picked it up, squinted at the elegant script and shimmery ink for a loooong moment, and then set it back down on the floor. Now she's opening her journal and writing something.]

When I woke up this morning and got out of bed, I found a strange card proclaiming there is to be a masquerade ball very soon. Did anyone else get these invitations? Can someone tell me what a masquerade ball is?

[And then she writes in a filter. If writing someone's individual name will get their attention, then maybe writing in a group of people's names will get their attention too.]

( friends )

[That done, she picks up the invitation, stares at the pretty shimmery ink for a moment, and then rips it into four equal pieces. The whole thing is making her nervous.]

OOC: Wide filter is wide. If you think you're Chell's friend then you likely are. Have fun!

008 lines of code (backdated to yesterday aderp)

[messin_with_my_zen_thing]

[Someone has elected to ignore the fairy guests and, instead, retreat to familiar ground. Still on his loss, Flynn's set up camp in the game room. His feet are planted in front of one of the machines as he tears through level after level without breaking a sweat. He's got a boombox propped on another game with a cassette playing for background noise. He'd quickly figured out that it's just not the same without the old jukebox (... or a reasonable facsimile) playing.

He bops along with the music, humming under his breath as he blows up another pixellated tank.]

You know? This place isn't half bad. And it looks like I got here just in time for the bash of the year. [He laughs] Hey, is it my fault it wanted to wait for the life of the party?

((OOC: Here's one last chance to see fabulously cocky 80s Flynn! You know you want to!))

test chamber 10 ; [ written ]

[sawadeertoday]

[ It's been awhile since GLaDOS had communicated with other residents, so she decides to write. Besides, it's easier to read than try and hear other people's voices over the ones rambling on in her head.

She was a true mess- her usually clean-cut white hair was askew, with dark rings and bags under her dull golden eyes, and her clothes were wrinkled from her numerous attempts to curl up and sleep. Not like that worked very often.

And so she wrote, as neatly as she could manage from her current position laying down in her bed: ]

What methods do you humans use for voic soothing headaches and calming themselves down?

This is getting tiresome.

[ She crossed that out, finding it too much of a plea for help instead of a simple question. ]

ℙ the third; (17th)

[eternityalone]

[When Katherine awakens in the middle of the night, it's Katherine that realizes just what the castle has done to her. All her talk of getting ahead of the castle, of not allowing it to use their weaknesses to its favor and she'd been traipsing around the grounds as a naive, hopeful woman. Katerina was a part of herself that she'd long since kept locked up. Now, not only had others seen, but others believed her to be new to the castle -- even Damon... Damon newly arrived is unsure of what to think. Of course, she can't keep up the act for too long. She's not human... and even she can't fake Elena for too long with Damon near.

Exhaling, she reaches for the journal and does the only thing she can think to do.

Use the castle, just as the castle used her.]


Now, that was alarming -- to say the least. I think I went home for a while. [A pause as she flips the pages, purely for dramatic purposes.]

Actually, I know I did. Can someone tell me what day it is?


( Damon Salvatore )