2nd Call Out ~ [Dictated/Action for Clinic] ~ Backdated to the 10th

[fuckinghateadrenaline]

[There's a choking sound over your journals, Paradisa, a rustle of sheets, and scrambling for something...

...Before there's the sound of someone throwing up.]

Ungh... Bloody he--

[The voice of Stuart Bayldon can barely get the words out, before there's a retching sound, and he, too, throws up.

Noticing his journal open, Stuart pulls it towards him.]

Morning.

twenty-ninth twist of the coil

[vampirize]

[There seems to be annoyed muttering over the journal:]

Honestly, the one time I really need to drink, it's been stolen right under my nose...

[No, really, this is the worst timing. You see, wine isn't just any regular alcoholic beverage to Nikola Tesla. It's his guilty pleasure, the thing he turns to when everything goes wrong. And now, having to deal with remembering the nightmares he's went through without its help is really incredibly frustrating. And he knows he can just wish for the things, but some of those bottles had been gifts, and he's not going to trust the wishing system too much after what had happened a few months ago.]

[He clears his throat, finally raising his voice so that the journal can pick it up without trouble.]

Yeah, so, I'm sure you all know the alcohol is gone in the castle. Hardly a new fact. And every single bottle that I had stored up over two years in this place has vanished without a trace. Hell, they even took the modified alcohol that can actually get me drunk- I hope that, whoever they are, they're dying somewhere of alcohol poisoning in the utmost agony. They deserve it.

But anyways, I'm not going to complain anymore about that. No, what I want is for people to start giving me the wine I'm sorely missing, preferably as vintage as you get. However, knowing all of you, you won't give up your precious bottles of the stuff so easily, so I'm going to offer a service in return. If you need something invented for you, considering its not too large, not stupid, and not some huge weapon that will tear your enemies apart or something of the like, then I'll make it for you. I'm a genius, after all.

Also, be warned that I don't take these things lightly. You give me the wine first, and if it is as good as you say it is, then I'll do it. Cheat me out of it by giving me the cheap stuff, and good luck finding someone as smart as me to help you out around here.

So...what do you say?

4th Diamond [Dictated/ Action] backdated to earlier in the afternoon

[yay_heiress]

[If you see an heiress on her way to the city today, it may seem that she's even more cheerful than usual, (if that's even possible.) Today, London Tipton is sporting a small tiara-shaped hair clip, and a blue satiny sash with sparkly silver letters that read 'Yay Me!' in an elegant script. You don't have to get too close to be able to hear her singing somewhat poorly to the tune of London Bridge:

London Tipton's really great
Really great, really great
London Tipton's really great
And deserves the opposite of hate
(Which is love!)


[She pauses for a brief moment to take out her journal and open it up.]

Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me!
London Tipton's the greatest,
And she's really prett-y!


[[OOC: Yep. It's London's birthday. It's probably a good idea to say something. This sparkly attention whore just might get a little pouty.]]

Thirty-third Spell

[courageous_wit]

[in the background one can hear the radio going. It's the only noise for a while. Then, a sigh of defeat]

I've been staring at the same page for an hour and I haven't read a single word on it. I suppose it's time I go test out those brooms.

[and that is what she intends to do, so people wandering the castle grounds will see a girl carrying a broomstick]

2 Swords in the Stone

[reigne]

( Morgana; )

When I first arrived, I was told this place was quite the danger. [A pause, but lets be honest he has the sensitivity of a brick wall, so!] While I think the past...several days were highly uncomfortable for everyone involved...That is hardly something I'd label dangerous, and thus requires no apology for my misfortune in having witnessed it.

[Like seriously, it's just a dream and he doesn't want to talk about feelings with....anyone. Ever]

But on the topic of danger, I would like to find someone interested in sparring, or the very least, interested in learning sword work.