009 Summons ❈ Written & Dictated

[ninjainviolet]

[After her conversation with Raine, Sheena had debated how to go about making copies of the rubbing she had made of the carving found outside the cave entrance--one to go into the library. Putting it in the journal with a filter is the easiest means to get everyone a copy, but that method still seems rather unreliable, so she had come up with an alternative. She had decided to use both the journal and make copies that would be kept away from the castle and whoever determines to make things "disappear". It had been a little time-consuming, but she really hadn't had much to do before or after the Masquerade Party.

However, things had taken longer after the party as her mind had continuously wandered and focused on the events at the party--some good, some bad, and some strange. One in particular kept jumping to the forefront of her memories no matter how many times she shoved it away until she had been able to suppress it with a massive surge of willpower and finish her task.]

[[Everything is filtered from First Gens, and anyone who would give them information]]

( Expedition Members )

( Raine )

( Lloyd's Household )

[Satisfied she had forgotten nothing, she sat still for a few moments before adding:]

[Open to All: Dictated]
Did anyone else notice that the Fairies acted like the party/festival was an annual/seasonal thing, but those who have been here a while hadn't? Makes me wonder if I was wrong about it not being a castle trick.

[Yes, much better to have that barge into her daydreams about a certain blond she likes rather than a specific dance with a masked red-head.]

Ten Spoons {Written}

[cyan_maid]

[Today finds Jane in the library, surrounded by numerous cookbooks. Her little notebook is out, and most of it has been filled with scrawled recipes; clearly she is on a mission here. Without a second thought, she looks up from one of her books, opens her journal, and begins to write.]

A thought just struck me.
I woke up this morning knowing that I wanted to make something nice for my friends, for Halloween. I know it isn't for a while yet, but it's never too early to make a plan!
However, because I can't bake anything, I thought I was in a bind.
Halloween is all about treats, right? And isn't it nice to have a baked treat on a holiday?
So I thought I'd look up something I didn't have to bake, and I found so many wonderful things I could make! I'll have to get a new notebook soon, this one is almost full!

Now that doesn't sound like a problem, right?
Well, that's not what the issue is. I was just thinking about the ingredients I'd be using.
Don't misunderstand, I can make quite a lot of things from scratch!
It's just...well, when it comes to sweets, Betty Crocker doesn't make anything that doesn't require baking.
I guess the idea of not using the brand makes me melancholic.

...Oh, shucks and fiddlesticks!! This is silly, I'm sorry to have bothered everyone.
You know, I've got enough recipes, and I think this floor of the castle also has a gym. I'll head there, try to get my mind off of it.
I'll have the journal open if anyone wants to chat.

...I wouldn't say no to a sparring partner, either! Don't think I've forgotten about getting stronger! :B

[And with that, Jane's off. Feel free to chat with her or spar with her in the gym; she's got no idea what she's doing in there, it should be funny.]

047. Houses of the Holy

[samson]

( In the forest............ )

[Hey look, Brock is dictating into the journal. He sounds a little tired and annoyed, but also embarrassed. Kind of. As much as he can be, anyway.]

So ... does anyone know anything about like ... masonry, or ...

( Harmony Kendall )

[ooc. open over the journal ofc and also in the woods/by brock's cabin if you happen to be over there for whatever reason!!]

22

[takethat]

[Thanks to Larry not knowing how to operate a stepladder correctly, Phoenix is currently laid up in bed, blue cast on his right leg, and an endless stream of whining ever at the ready.

He's also incredibly bored. Painting and drawing got old long ago, and he can't seem to stay focused on anything he tries to read. Never mind that he could probably pretty easily get out of bed and actually do something despite his (not very severely) broken leg...

He whines, over-dramatic, into the journal.]

Don't trust Larry Butz, everybody... he'll just break your bones and make you miserable...

...on a related note, come and sign my cast.

[With a bit of apprehension, he adds a filter.]

( Trucy Wright )

Second Council

[lordofthevalley]

[It's been a week since he found the journal, and while not much has occurred in that time for him, it's been a long week. Mostly of thinking, mostly on the things a certain elven lady wished to share with him. And yet he's not sure what to do, it's an unusual position he's in, but he figures to start, he should talk. So journal in hand he settles into a chair in his store, debating how to go about this.]

Time has passed and yet I sit here wondering if all I was told is true. Is it often those whose memories were taken from them are returned here, and if so, is it so often those who claim them friends use memories that may best left be forgotten to return the others? [SUBTLE CALL OUT TO GALADRIEL IS A GO.

And then he writes in a filter.]

( [Celeborn and Galadriel] )

((OOC: Action in his bookshop or open over the journals!))

Scroll forty one

[huffythedragon]

[Spike clears his throat as he dictates into the journal. He sounds almost nervous. No. Not nervous. Worried. Because he knows what this place is like and he knows how easily things can Go Wrong thanks to people acting well...like Paradisans]

So uh. You guys might have started seeing someone you know who shouldn't be in the castle lately. It's not that person...probably. Unless they actually have just shown up, because I guess that's possible. And this place has crummy timing for things like that.

[Wait. He's getting off track]

Anyway, chances are it's Twilight. She's on a loss. There are these creatures in our world called Changelings. They can change into anypony they want to, and more importantly, they feed off of love. So she doesn't mean to hurt or upset you if she turns into somepony you really care about. She can't control it so please don't get mad at her or hurt her, okay?

Hopefully it won't last all that much longer.

[There's another pause, then a sigh]

( Arya )

this bed is juuuuust right [ota!]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[A bright slash of painfully orange hair drapes across your pillow. Del twines her naked, coltish legs in the sheets, and her looong shirt bunches up around. She'd made a mess of your bed.

Can you really blame a poor, young Endless?

It's a wonder how she got there in the first place. Whyshe's decided to sleep in your bed. But the real question here is...

When exactly did you find her?]