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[both_neither]

[It was like any other battle on Titan. The sand and wind were screaming overhead, almost muffling the sound of gunfire all around them - the only way to pick their targets was by muzzle flashes amidst the storm.

Gren glanced at his sides - at his comrades - checking that he hadn’t lost his squad somewhere in the howling stands. On one side, a soldier was busy reloading with shaking hands, on the other, a familiar flash of silver as Vicious calmly fired off a few rounds before dropping to cover.

Suddenly, there was the sound of something heavy landing a few feet away. Another soldier screamed - “GET DOWN!”

They were running...leaping as hard as they could behind the next dune as the grenade exploded, sending even more sand spraying into the air around them. Gren hit the ground, covering his head as ears rang from the sound and then...nothing. No gunfire, no explosions, no screaming. All the sound seemed to have stopped.

He coughed and lifted his head up. Titan was gone. He was in a huge, high-ceiling room, with massive ornate staircases and chandeliers, hunkered behind a sofa of all things.]

Vicious? ...Guys? [He coughs again and tries to shake some of the sand from his cloak and hair] What happened?

[Vicious had thrown himself bodily behind the dune, where he should have collided with nothing but more sand, he instead hit an unyielding wall and floor, laying there stunned for a brief moment before realizing what was wrong, and grabbing for the knife at his hip.]

...Gren?

[He hadn't hit his head, but couldn't help squinting at the room around him as though he were seeing things.]

I’m here. I think... [He crawled to Vicious’ side, keeping low as if he expected a bullet to fly past him at any moment] Are we dead? That was an awfully close call...

[That was one thing accounted for, at least, although they seemed to be short an entire battlefield. He took a moment to look over the room.]

I doubt hell would be this well-appointed.

((ooc: loss start!. Soldiers in ur lobby, Para. Have at 'em. And there's a journal around somewhere, if that's more to your liking.))

044 red letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora's sitting in her normal post at the front desk in the gallery. She has her arms crossed over her sketchbook and rests her chin on her arms, gazing out the door at the people walking by]

Tell me, Paradisans - what's your favorite color?

[she pauses]

And before anyone starts - I'm bored, so sue me.

[She writes as responses filter in... wow she really didn't expect so many people to respond to such a simple question. But hey, why not right?]

Red- ||||
Blue- ||||
Green- |
Black- |
Gold- ||
Grey- |
Purple- |

((OOC: Open for journal or if anyone'd like to come down and visit the gallery!))

dictated, or action for anyone in town

[mors]

Aw, you aren't going to stay?

[There's a particularly flirty-sounding voice coming in on the journals today. A few people might even recognize it, though it sounds much more casual than it used to.]

We were just getting to know each other, though! Are you sure you won't stay for another coffee? My treat, of course.

[Whoever that guy is flirting with giggles shyly, saying something about how maybe one more drink couldn't hurt. You can practically hear the grin in the voice of the boy.]

Wonderful! One caramel latte, coming right up. You'll like it almost as much as I like you.

[There's more giggling in response to the horrible flirting, and some cheerful humming in the background, just as the loud, obnoxious sound of a milk steamer starts up. There might even be a few hot drops of milk falling onto the journal pages and seeping through to the other side, though Ryoji hasn't noticed it at all yet. A few minutes go by and the noises die down, and Ryoji sets the cup down for the girl. She tries to give him money, but he waves her away with a grin.]

No no, I told you I'd treat you! What kind of gentleman would I be if I went back on my word?

[The girl thanks him, and takes the drink. She walks away after that, apparently, because Ryoji sighs wistfully.]

What a cute girl... I hope she has another one.

[There appears to be a new barista in the local coffee shop, and he's flirting with just about anyone that walks through the door. Feel free to run into him either on his way back home, or while he's on the clock; there'll probably be free coffee in it for you if you catch him at work, though.]

[And then, around midnight...]

( Zelman (private) )

[An hour or so later.]

( Zelman (private) )

( Zelman Clock (private) )

[Ten minutes. His voice is growing more concerned with every message left, just a little bit more upset.]

( Zelman (private) )

[Five minutes. His voice is sharp now, though it shakes slightly; angry and afraid, rolled into the voice of a young man who's trying so hard not to sound like a little boy.]

( Zelman (private) )

dictated, and action for those in town

[midget]

[ There's a clatter and the telltale sound of a journal opening. It opens to some shuffling in the background, and a young girl speaking - although it's slightly muffled, as if wrapped or covered in something. ]

-did it get so dusty? I need a maid... [ Some more shuffling sounds. ] Or a butler. Or at least a few days off so I can clean up...

[ There's a pause, then a sigh. ] Where is that fabric? I didn't put it up top, did I...? Where's that stepladder?

[ After just a moment, then there's a quiet sound of surprise, and- ] Erk...! It's already this late? The master is going to be pissed. [ Hrngh-! ] It's not my fault...!

This fabric will have to do. It's not what she wanted, but... [ The journal is lifted up at this point, wrapped in a few yards of fabric.



Anybody out and about in town might see a familiar blond girl running with some white and pink fabric in her arms. She's dressed up in a fancy dress, even though she was coming from a wood cabin at the edge of some woodlands near the residential district.


Feel free to run into her anywhere in the residential district through her goal, a tailor's shop in the business district, or to spark a conversation over the journal. It's in her bundle of fabric, though she doesn't realize it. ]

XXIX.

[hellshaped]

( Gaudium Tower, Room 1908 )

( Kate Kane )

[A little bit later, after waiting to see if he got an incredulous or confused response from her, Hellboy heads down to the duck pond. He doesn't even bother to check her name plate after all. No sense in it, really.

Sitting at the water's edge, he looks at the dagger Kate had left him, then fishes around in his pockets for a minute, coming up with a string of small bells. They were something he was saving to give to her, but it's sort of moot now. He wraps that around the handle and then sets the dagger down, picking up his journal instead to dictate into it.]

Kate Kane's made it out of here.

[He doesn't think she'd left letters for everybody, after all.]

Just thought everyone should know.

Dictated or Action for anyone in town

[lightbranded]

 Goodness!  How very strange.

[The boy's mild exclamation is muffled by the large case he was kneeling to inspect and the tumble of the journal falling out of his backpack.  Will always made a point of checking out the new deliveries each week after school let out.   This shop always had the most fascinating pieces of metalwork.  

He's always found something comfortingly familiar in the look and feel of this craft.]

Was this done by engraving, do you think?  The pattern is so very odd,

+109

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam is on the journal! And for once, it's not because he's looking for people to hire. He's actually been spending a lot of time in the shop because he's avoiding things in the castle, but even he can't keep himself isolated forever.

Plus he takes his job as a pie shop owner very seriously.]

So, I was thinking that just because we live in a magical castle with unlimited resources doesn't mean there can't be deals, right?

Right.

[he sounds less confident than he should, but he's not used to doing advertising. He usually is the guy trying not to stand out.]

So for the rest of the week the Pie Hole is having a buy one get one free deal on our cup pies. Swing by, maybe try something new, bring a friend -- have some pie. We look forward to seeing you.

[and with that, he will go back to doing what he was doing.]

(no subject)

[save_the_souls]

( Private (Warning: LONG AS HELLLLL) )

( Peeta )

( Uru )

( Percy )

( Ino and Jr. )

104.1 - request line open

[hard_talker]

["Everybody Knows" only plays just past the introduction, this week, before Mark takes the needle off the vinyl with a flourish] Hey, hey! Happy Monday, happy fall, merry unbirthday, whatever! Didja miss me? ... Since yours truly was a little busy with a birthday party last week and missed a broadcast, we've got two weeks' worth of newbies for you: Damon, Rapunzel, Cagalli, Trucy, and Stuart.

As for happenings, weelllllll, first we got gnomes, and there are apparently pirates, and then of course, well, fairies. The fact that they brought a giant party doesn't really change the fact that we're getting an awful lot of storybook stuff lately, from where yours truly is sitting. So, I guess I could go on about how many of you are sitting on your asses waiting for your prince or princess to come, or if you think this castle's bad enough without adding dragons into the mix, or moats full of alligators ...

But really, guys? Really, tonight, I'm feelin' a little more like the music man than the mouthpiece. Tell you what: let's play a game. You guys give me your favorite song, and I'll see if I can't spin you a few more I think you might like, based on what you tell me.

First Council

[lordofthevalley]

[The journal picks up quiet musings from someone as he talks, along with the sound of books being stacked on top of one another.]

You would think they would know better, it is not so difficult to put things back where they belong when they stand right next to the shelf. Though it would be more understandable if they would purchase something.

[Grumbley half-elf is grumbley. And a beat.] Unless someone changed the open sign to closed again. [Who does that, really?

Though after that the sound of a bell comes through and he's off to take care of whatever customer of his happens to have come in.

Later in the day however he can be found going from his book store out to various other places in the city, stopping for food or other small things one does after work.]