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schrodingersghost So... I guess you could say that our resistance to the castle is feudal. But hey, maybe we just need to cut back on the dairy from the flying butter-esses. Feud for fort, right?
Sep. 30th, 2012
schrodingersghost024 || dictated;
Sep. 30th, 2012 03:59 pmworkaphilic[He hadn't intended to say anything at all, really. He's scanning through the journal as usual, checking for anything of interest (there usually isn't) when something seems to occur to him.]
Oh.
[The faint sound of page flipping, and he hums, faux impressed.]
Congratulations, Paradisa, seems you weren't actually able to bore me into oblivion. Let's keep the momentum, shall we? Or, better still, pick it up a bit. I'd rather not subsist only on bread and cheese when there's plenty of other options secreted away.
[And, dryly cheerful:]
Here's to next year.
Oh.
[The faint sound of page flipping, and he hums, faux impressed.]
Congratulations, Paradisa, seems you weren't actually able to bore me into oblivion. Let's keep the momentum, shall we? Or, better still, pick it up a bit. I'd rather not subsist only on bread and cheese when there's plenty of other options secreted away.
[And, dryly cheerful:]
Here's to next year.
the_effect_she_has[Katniss's journal falls open to her cursing under her breath in the brush of the forest. She had been travelling back to the castle from the shooting range. However, she'd heard a rabbit scuttling, pulled her bow and was lining up her shot... when a drunken cauterwauling began and the rabbit rushed off. Katniss nearly jumped a mile, dropping her pack and her journal.]
[Dirt slides across the page as she dusts it off, grumbling..]
God damned ... scaring all the game away ... going to pound his weasely face in ...
[She starts tromping through the brush where she sees the smoke rising, and hears Daryl singing just loud enough to scare away every animal in a mile radius. She's more mad about supper being on the wind than him being drunk, and then an evil smile creeps over her face as the words curl on the page from her muttering.]
See if he likes a taste of his own medicine.
[She keeps low in the bushes, keeping her rustling down to a minimum before she's about a foot outside of his camp. She starts to walk up behind him, slowly, hand reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder as he's staring into the fire -- when her journal rustles in the breeze.]
[Then Katniss lets out a choked noise of pain - as blood splatters across the page, and Daryl lets out a yell ...]
[...cut off by Katniss's yowling at him like a cat dipped in water.] YOU STUPID SONNOVABITCH! WHO DRINKS HOLDING A LOADED CROSSBOW!? Aaaagh this hurts! Medic! MEDIC!
[Somewhere behind her. Daryl is shouting back.] WHY THE HELL WERE YOU CRAWLIN' AROUND IN THE BUSHES, ANYWAYS! Wasn't my damned fault you're a damned ninja Walker! Why are you bleedin' so damned much?
[Katniss's breath was coming out in pained gasps, now.] Because you're a good shot, idiot! Oh ... that is a lot of blood ...
[Dirt slides across the page as she dusts it off, grumbling..]
God damned ... scaring all the game away ... going to pound his weasely face in ...
[She starts tromping through the brush where she sees the smoke rising, and hears Daryl singing just loud enough to scare away every animal in a mile radius. She's more mad about supper being on the wind than him being drunk, and then an evil smile creeps over her face as the words curl on the page from her muttering.]
See if he likes a taste of his own medicine.
[She keeps low in the bushes, keeping her rustling down to a minimum before she's about a foot outside of his camp. She starts to walk up behind him, slowly, hand reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder as he's staring into the fire -- when her journal rustles in the breeze.]
[Then Katniss lets out a choked noise of pain - as blood splatters across the page, and Daryl lets out a yell ...]
[...cut off by Katniss's yowling at him like a cat dipped in water.] YOU STUPID SONNOVABITCH! WHO DRINKS HOLDING A LOADED CROSSBOW!? Aaaagh this hurts! Medic! MEDIC!
[Somewhere behind her. Daryl is shouting back.] WHY THE HELL WERE YOU CRAWLIN' AROUND IN THE BUSHES, ANYWAYS! Wasn't my damned fault you're a damned ninja Walker! Why are you bleedin' so damned much?
[Katniss's breath was coming out in pained gasps, now.] Because you're a good shot, idiot! Oh ... that is a lot of blood ...
7th card [dictated]
Sep. 30th, 2012 06:05 pmlegacydeckFor those who know him, the castle has apparently decided to place Vanyel Ashkevron in an enchanted sleep in the gardens. His Companion assures me he is still alive, though neither of us could wake him.
[A pause, and then-]
I would also recommend not trying to shatter the case he's enclosed in. It seems fairly impervious, and reflects any attempts to break it magically back on the caster.
[Who has a boatload of bruises to prove it? This mage]
( [Chimera Filter + Howl] )
[A pause, and then-]
I would also recommend not trying to shatter the case he's enclosed in. It seems fairly impervious, and reflects any attempts to break it magically back on the caster.
[Who has a boatload of bruises to prove it? This mage]
( [Chimera Filter + Howl] )
❥ 8 [dictated]
Sep. 30th, 2012 07:36 pmwhathedovesSalutations, mes amis!
Our last conversation was short, wasn't it? Hopefully today I will have more time to talk, and therefore more time for us all to converse at a leisurely pace. What a treat for us all!
If I may speak just for a moment with my fellow non-primate residents: Do you think you'd like to share more about yourselves with the rest of the castle?
And, so you humans aren't left out (I'd hate for anyone to be nursing some jealousy): Are you interested in learning about your fellow castlemates? Those of us who might have exotic experiences unique from yours?
I've been nursing a bit of an interest in the social politics of my home for a while - when I take a break from my busy personal life, that is. It can't be all business, all the time - there are too many flings to be had, too many opportunities to seize! Just because I was an early bloomer doesn't mean I won't milk my life for all the sensual bliss it's worth.
There are some organizations interested in harmony between primates and avians where I am from, and being invested in ad meliora myself, I thought there couldn't be any shame in adaptating such goals here in Paradisa as well.
It is a little different than all that mess! A lot different, in fact. [He laughs.] So many of us are already friends, I hope, that this would be less a measure of peacekeeping and more for mingling purposes. Cocktails and questions? Perhaps there'd be room for something more fruitful to bloom between some of our residents if we're all talking openly about ourselves and our flattering eccentricities.
Big or small, if somebirdie learns something or feels a bit more at home, I believe in my deepest of souls that this would be worth it! I'm sure there are even some things even I don't know about humans.
And having some sort of cultural informational exchange ... it might save us that embarrassing conversation faux pas, wouldn't it? Nobody likes sticking one's foot in their beak. I've been there! It's hard to keep cool when you're rosy with embarrassment.
I'm way more a shaker, not a mover, so I doubt I have the span of attention necessary to run anything like this with my hands alone. Maybe I'm full of hot-air with this birdbrained revelation. I'd like to say it came to me in a dream - 'I dreamed a dream of cultural inclusion!' - but really I've been thinking about this for a while.
Don't be shy! I'd love to hear the sweet sounds of your feedback all.
Barring all that - I'm a physical man, myself! - we could just take it here to the journals.
Adieu!
Our last conversation was short, wasn't it? Hopefully today I will have more time to talk, and therefore more time for us all to converse at a leisurely pace. What a treat for us all!
If I may speak just for a moment with my fellow non-primate residents: Do you think you'd like to share more about yourselves with the rest of the castle?
And, so you humans aren't left out (I'd hate for anyone to be nursing some jealousy): Are you interested in learning about your fellow castlemates? Those of us who might have exotic experiences unique from yours?
I've been nursing a bit of an interest in the social politics of my home for a while - when I take a break from my busy personal life, that is. It can't be all business, all the time - there are too many flings to be had, too many opportunities to seize! Just because I was an early bloomer doesn't mean I won't milk my life for all the sensual bliss it's worth.
There are some organizations interested in harmony between primates and avians where I am from, and being invested in ad meliora myself, I thought there couldn't be any shame in adaptating such goals here in Paradisa as well.
It is a little different than all that mess! A lot different, in fact. [He laughs.] So many of us are already friends, I hope, that this would be less a measure of peacekeeping and more for mingling purposes. Cocktails and questions? Perhaps there'd be room for something more fruitful to bloom between some of our residents if we're all talking openly about ourselves and our flattering eccentricities.
Big or small, if somebirdie learns something or feels a bit more at home, I believe in my deepest of souls that this would be worth it! I'm sure there are even some things even I don't know about humans.
And having some sort of cultural informational exchange ... it might save us that embarrassing conversation faux pas, wouldn't it? Nobody likes sticking one's foot in their beak. I've been there! It's hard to keep cool when you're rosy with embarrassment.
I'm way more a shaker, not a mover, so I doubt I have the span of attention necessary to run anything like this with my hands alone. Maybe I'm full of hot-air with this birdbrained revelation. I'd like to say it came to me in a dream - 'I dreamed a dream of cultural inclusion!' - but really I've been thinking about this for a while.
Don't be shy! I'd love to hear the sweet sounds of your feedback all.
Barring all that - I'm a physical man, myself! - we could just take it here to the journals.
Adieu!
A Telling Tale -- Dictated
Sep. 30th, 2012 08:38 pmtraken_master[The Master enjoys being secretive, but he also has an insatiable curiousity about others. He wants to get to know and understand the residents better, hoping this will give him an idea of why the castle chose them.]
Well, my friends, my eyesight is restored. The relief I feel is unimaginable, though I think I acquitted myself quite well, during the last week. Thank you to all who helped me.
I have an idea for a game, that might help those who wish to get to know others better. It's a word game, of sorts. We'll group write a little story. Childish, but fun, yes? I'll start with a sentence or two, then anyone who wishes can add to the story. So here are the first sentences:
The grave was full, but not as you might expect. Mere bones did not fill it's newly re-opened space.
Well, my friends, my eyesight is restored. The relief I feel is unimaginable, though I think I acquitted myself quite well, during the last week. Thank you to all who helped me.
I have an idea for a game, that might help those who wish to get to know others better. It's a word game, of sorts. We'll group write a little story. Childish, but fun, yes? I'll start with a sentence or two, then anyone who wishes can add to the story. So here are the first sentences:
The grave was full, but not as you might expect. Mere bones did not fill it's newly re-opened space.
ofhope[ This is playing in the background while he writes. Even without any lyrics, he doesn't feel like talking over the music right now. It had taken a bit to figure it out after being unable to find him; hurrying to the castle to check and now back...
The music seems to echo even more than before, taking on a somewhat creepy undertone. One by one, they've all gone. ]
Zelman Clock hasreturned to [ Hm. Oblivion? Strike that. ] left. There's nobody here now that he would have wanted to say goodbye to, so don't bother missing him. But he doesn't belong on the list with the rest of Paradisa's rejected souls. He never did.
[ The music fades into static, and Joshua can be heard muttering the last words. ]
Quiet. You did promise.
later; ( Lucrezia )
The music seems to echo even more than before, taking on a somewhat creepy undertone. One by one, they've all gone. ]
Zelman Clock has
[ The music fades into static, and Joshua can be heard muttering the last words. ]
Quiet. You did promise.
later; ( Lucrezia )
Welcome to the 15th Annual Hunger Games
Sep. 30th, 2012 09:55 pmpeeta_bread[There is hell to pay. You do not touch Katniss, even by accident, and get away with it.]
( Filtered from Daryl, first gens, etc )
[He has to get away for a little bit. He steps out into the hall outside the clinic, desperate tears falling down his cheeks. He pulls out his journal.]
( Steve )
[He spends the rest of the day in the clinic, sitting by Katniss' side.] Katniss, are you comfortable?
[ooc: Action in the clinic is open to all! Peeta's a little obsessive with his filters, heh. Drama, drama, drama...]
( Filtered from Daryl, first gens, etc )
[He has to get away for a little bit. He steps out into the hall outside the clinic, desperate tears falling down his cheeks. He pulls out his journal.]
( Steve )
[He spends the rest of the day in the clinic, sitting by Katniss' side.] Katniss, are you comfortable?
[ooc: Action in the clinic is open to all! Peeta's a little obsessive with his filters, heh. Drama, drama, drama...]
can't wait to get on the road again
Sep. 30th, 2012 11:28 pmcricketycricketGood evening, everyone ... I'll make this brief, I suppose.
I'm going to be heading out tomorrow, just for a short trip. Tardy and I are taking the TARDIS out to the edge of the Dead Zone, and from there I'm going to go wandering ... I did a bit of thinking on this last trip out, and it occured to me that I feel much more my old self when I'm outside the castle walls. As lovely as the masquerade ball was, it all drove the point quite keenly home, as well. So I think a bit more fresh air for me, and a little more wandering about.
I've still got to gather provisions, though, after all, so - you're not quit of me yet. Sometime in the early afternoon, I'd say. Hopefully, I'll be back before the cold settles in. It seems a perfect time to enjoy the weather... I always have loved the fall. The leaves remind me a bit of the sky on Gallifrey ...
[Filtered Away From First Gens, Etc Etc]
As a postscript of sorts, I'll specifically be looking for Lente, as last I heard, she wasn't to home ... and I'll admit to being a bit worried. I know it's rather a wide world out there, and without any sort of advanced way to track her down, it's a needle in a haystack, but ... I do at least feel a need to try. She was both hospitable to us and helpful with the information she gave, and I at least owe her the courtesy of my care.
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[and with that, Five will take to getting ready for his trip! since this is the Doctor, provisions can be found or needed pretty much anywhere, so run into him wherever you like: the kitchen, the laundry room, the music room, the clinic, the grounds...]
I'm going to be heading out tomorrow, just for a short trip. Tardy and I are taking the TARDIS out to the edge of the Dead Zone, and from there I'm going to go wandering ... I did a bit of thinking on this last trip out, and it occured to me that I feel much more my old self when I'm outside the castle walls. As lovely as the masquerade ball was, it all drove the point quite keenly home, as well. So I think a bit more fresh air for me, and a little more wandering about.
I've still got to gather provisions, though, after all, so - you're not quit of me yet. Sometime in the early afternoon, I'd say. Hopefully, I'll be back before the cold settles in. It seems a perfect time to enjoy the weather... I always have loved the fall. The leaves remind me a bit of the sky on Gallifrey ...
[Filtered Away From First Gens, Etc Etc]
As a postscript of sorts, I'll specifically be looking for Lente, as last I heard, she wasn't to home ... and I'll admit to being a bit worried. I know it's rather a wide world out there, and without any sort of advanced way to track her down, it's a needle in a haystack, but ... I do at least feel a need to try. She was both hospitable to us and helpful with the information she gave, and I at least owe her the courtesy of my care.
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[and with that, Five will take to getting ready for his trip! since this is the Doctor, provisions can be found or needed pretty much anywhere, so run into him wherever you like: the kitchen, the laundry room, the music room, the clinic, the grounds...]