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Oct. 13th, 2012
21-Written (Backdated to the 12th)
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jimfromitMister Sandman, bring me a dream.
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen.
Give him two lips like roses in clover.
Then tell him that is lonesome nights are over.
Golly gosh haven't we all been a big bunch of sleepyheads lately?
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen.
Give him two lips like roses in clover.
Then tell him that is lonesome nights are over.
Golly gosh haven't we all been a big bunch of sleepyheads lately?
wilder( Private )
[Dictated, he's been hanging out back at the house more this week so this one is coming while he's chilling up on his bed from there]
Okay, so that whole thing was pretty weird. And disturbing, think I'm good forgetting a lot of your psyches if you don't mind.
But you know what's really weird now that I think about it?
It's the fact that like no one I saw had...really stupid nightmares. You know those kinds? Where it's all freaky when you're in it but you wake up and you're like - wow that was really lame. Like where was the ones where people turn out to be naked in public? Or attacks of fish throwing octopi or something?
I mean, come on, that's just weird. Everyone's had dreams like that. It's pretty disappointing too, I wouldn't have minded a naked dream so much...
Seriously, I think that's what keeps getting me stuck the most about all this. Am I the only one?
[Dictated, he's been hanging out back at the house more this week so this one is coming while he's chilling up on his bed from there]
Okay, so that whole thing was pretty weird. And disturbing, think I'm good forgetting a lot of your psyches if you don't mind.
But you know what's really weird now that I think about it?
It's the fact that like no one I saw had...really stupid nightmares. You know those kinds? Where it's all freaky when you're in it but you wake up and you're like - wow that was really lame. Like where was the ones where people turn out to be naked in public? Or attacks of fish throwing octopi or something?
I mean, come on, that's just weird. Everyone's had dreams like that. It's pretty disappointing too, I wouldn't have minded a naked dream so much...
Seriously, I think that's what keeps getting me stuck the most about all this. Am I the only one?
one - [dictated]
Oct. 13th, 2012 03:29 pmyellowdevil[He wakes with a start, legs thrashing as they struggle to escape the unfamiliar fabric -- when was the last time he'd slept on a bed with actual sheets? -- and the bed is the first thing he notices. The second thing he notices is the black hardcover book on the pillow next to him; he is drawn to it, and promptly picks it up and thumbs it through somewhat disinterestedly.
Then it is tossed onto the hardwood floor, where it lies opened and face-down.
He sways slightly in his anger, putting the pieces together as he scrutinizes every aspect of the room he's woken up in, and then in a voice (inadvertedly picked up by the journal) as cold as ice:]
Captain, the next time you decide to remodel our entire base structure under my nose, it would be well of you to alert me beforehand.
[A pause as he looks at the stone walls again, then--]
And next time, I advise you to choose something less tacky. Kuuu~kukuku...
Then it is tossed onto the hardwood floor, where it lies opened and face-down.
He sways slightly in his anger, putting the pieces together as he scrutinizes every aspect of the room he's woken up in, and then in a voice (inadvertedly picked up by the journal) as cold as ice:]
Captain, the next time you decide to remodel our entire base structure under my nose, it would be well of you to alert me beforehand.
[A pause as he looks at the stone walls again, then--]
And next time, I advise you to choose something less tacky. Kuuu~kukuku...
ino( House Filter )
( Once-ler )
[And after all of the above is dealt with, Ino will be wandering around town a bit, doing some window shopping in a sweater, scarf, skirt and boots. Look, she can totally cover up! Sort of! And there's nothing better to distract yourself from your own mental issues than a little retail therapy.
Anyways, she's got several bags in hand filled with some odd supplies ... streamers? Confetti? But she's taking a break now, just looking at some winter coats in the window of a particular store. She lets out a long-suffering sigh that's captured by the journal]
The white one's really nice, but it'll get dirty so easily ...
( Once-ler )
[And after all of the above is dealt with, Ino will be wandering around town a bit, doing some window shopping in a sweater, scarf, skirt and boots. Look, she can totally cover up! Sort of! And there's nothing better to distract yourself from your own mental issues than a little retail therapy.
Anyways, she's got several bags in hand filled with some odd supplies ... streamers? Confetti? But she's taking a break now, just looking at some winter coats in the window of a particular store. She lets out a long-suffering sigh that's captured by the journal]
The white one's really nice, but it'll get dirty so easily ...
luthored[ The sound of a heart monitor isn't all that entertaining in general, and the journal wouldn't randomly open for something so boring, would it? Nope. Because right after it suddenly spikes, there's a small clatter and a flatline, followed by a hushed gasp. ]
No.
[ An uncomfortable, heavy silence, then a hopeful murmur. ]
Clark? ...Clark?
[ Another stretch, before there's a muffled sob. She's practically panting, out of breath from her own adrenalin and quickly revealed yell of rage. ]
No! Clark! Where is he?! [ There's a sharp CRASH as the hospital bed hits the other side of the room, and Lana's voice is practically a roar of utter fury. ]
LEX!
[ And the recording of her ends there, as she is immediately gone. Any intending to check Lana's hospital room after all the racket will find it empty except for her journal, the hospital bed hanging from a dent in the wall. ]
( City Filter )
[ ooc; Backdated to before the pony portal appeared~ City filter is open to anyone who wants to bump into her! And why yes she is wearing all leather because reasons. ]
No.
[ An uncomfortable, heavy silence, then a hopeful murmur. ]
Clark? ...Clark?
[ Another stretch, before there's a muffled sob. She's practically panting, out of breath from her own adrenalin and quickly revealed yell of rage. ]
No! Clark! Where is he?! [ There's a sharp CRASH as the hospital bed hits the other side of the room, and Lana's voice is practically a roar of utter fury. ]
LEX!
[ And the recording of her ends there, as she is immediately gone. Any intending to check Lana's hospital room after all the racket will find it empty except for her journal, the hospital bed hanging from a dent in the wall. ]
( City Filter )
[ ooc; Backdated to before the pony portal appeared~ City filter is open to anyone who wants to bump into her! And why yes she is wearing all leather because reasons. ]
gottaknockhard[The past two weeks haven't been too bad for Spike, the duck. He had no haunting memories, no nightmares, plenty of passerbys gave him breadcrumbs, and nobody shot him for sport. In fact, he's happily napping in the duck pond, when suddenly(!) there's a loud splash and a very human (and unfortunately naked) Spike surfaces, sputtering and soaked--]
Cold. [And... wet. The hell. When he stops flailing and realizes exactly where he is, he takes a few... long... moments... to stare down the castle behind him. What the fuck was that about, huh? Some prank? He knows a few people with a sick sense of humor, so he doesn't doubt it. Assholes. Then he spots the damp open book lying on the edge of the pond.
...
No clothes, but they left him a journal. He coughs a few times (probably swallowed a good amount of pond-water) and wades over to it, still keeping himself submerged despite the cold.]
Very funny. [If he sounds angry, it's because he's expecting someone to fess up. They could have at least given him a towel. He'd keep talking, but instead he crosses his arms to keep from freezing.
Apparently good moods just don't last.]
( Brock )
ooc: Open to action or journal. If you missed it, this is the end of Spike's loss. He has no idea what happened to him or how long he's been gone. Catching up is fun. :'
Cold. [And... wet. The hell. When he stops flailing and realizes exactly where he is, he takes a few... long... moments... to stare down the castle behind him. What the fuck was that about, huh? Some prank? He knows a few people with a sick sense of humor, so he doesn't doubt it. Assholes. Then he spots the damp open book lying on the edge of the pond.
...
No clothes, but they left him a journal. He coughs a few times (probably swallowed a good amount of pond-water) and wades over to it, still keeping himself submerged despite the cold.]
Very funny. [If he sounds angry, it's because he's expecting someone to fess up. They could have at least given him a towel. He'd keep talking, but instead he crosses his arms to keep from freezing.
Apparently good moods just don't last.]
( Brock )
ooc: Open to action or journal. If you missed it, this is the end of Spike's loss. He has no idea what happened to him or how long he's been gone. Catching up is fun. :'
cyan_maid[So the time of nightmares has passed, and while Jane has been somewhat active, it's not nearly as much as usual. She's had a lot on her mind, just like the other residents, and the only thing that's different is how she copes.
The sound of delicious sizzling comes from the journals, and it sounds so good that you can almost smell whatever's cooking. A spatula sharply raps on a pan.]
I've started to get the sense that the entire castle took a rather restless nap, not just myself, and perhaps it's a bit foolish, but I'm not sure I want to pin this on the castle itself so quickly. There has to be someone who knows exactly what happened to us. If you do know, I would really appreciate it if you didn't keep it a secret. It wasn't exactly...enjoyable.
But enough about that!
[There's a pause in the sizzling, and then it begins anew, as if something fresh has just been placed in the pan.]
I've been engrossed in cookbooks since I woke up, and I found a recipe for something warm and filling - comfort food, if you will. Basically, it's crepes with meat and seasonings in them, and if you would like some, I am sure one of the ghosts would be more than happy to bring you a plate. I've made plenty.
( {Filter for those whose dreams she stumbled into.} )
( {Filtered to those who stumbled into her dream.} )( {Filtered to those who stumbled into her dream.} )
The sound of delicious sizzling comes from the journals, and it sounds so good that you can almost smell whatever's cooking. A spatula sharply raps on a pan.]
I've started to get the sense that the entire castle took a rather restless nap, not just myself, and perhaps it's a bit foolish, but I'm not sure I want to pin this on the castle itself so quickly. There has to be someone who knows exactly what happened to us. If you do know, I would really appreciate it if you didn't keep it a secret. It wasn't exactly...enjoyable.
But enough about that!
[There's a pause in the sizzling, and then it begins anew, as if something fresh has just been placed in the pan.]
I've been engrossed in cookbooks since I woke up, and I found a recipe for something warm and filling - comfort food, if you will. Basically, it's crepes with meat and seasonings in them, and if you would like some, I am sure one of the ghosts would be more than happy to bring you a plate. I've made plenty.
( {Filter for those whose dreams she stumbled into.} )
( {Filtered to those who stumbled into her dream.} )( {Filtered to those who stumbled into her dream.} )
one ; solo act
Oct. 13th, 2012 10:43 pmpianoman[For a little while, now, Brook has been traversing the halls of the castle, having just found himself suddenly in a bedroom that, while comfortable enough, isn't a place he's ever seen before. The journal he's now carrying has offered a few insights, but overall, he's still feeling more than a little shocked by the unexpected change.
Not that he's new to finding himself in bizarre locations, but it isn't exactly easy to deal with, regardless.
After a while, he makes it to the lobby, where he calmly places the journal (open) on the floor nearby, and tips over, leaning with his forehead against the wall, his body at a sharp angle to said wall.
This is what Brook does when he's alone.
Having figured at least that the journal is some kind of communication device, he talks in its general direction.]
Excuse me, but I'm supposed to be giving a concert very soon, and I need to find my way back to the venue. Does anyone have any useful information?
[Should anyone wander into the lobby, they'll find him leaning there, apparently deep in thought.]
((ooc: Action or journals! Come bother the giant skeleton.))
Not that he's new to finding himself in bizarre locations, but it isn't exactly easy to deal with, regardless.
After a while, he makes it to the lobby, where he calmly places the journal (open) on the floor nearby, and tips over, leaning with his forehead against the wall, his body at a sharp angle to said wall.
This is what Brook does when he's alone.
Having figured at least that the journal is some kind of communication device, he talks in its general direction.]
Excuse me, but I'm supposed to be giving a concert very soon, and I need to find my way back to the venue. Does anyone have any useful information?
[Should anyone wander into the lobby, they'll find him leaning there, apparently deep in thought.]
((ooc: Action or journals! Come bother the giant skeleton.))