twenty-eight detention slips

[delincuente]

[Ever since the little excursion to Equestria, Alex has had one pressing question on her mind. An urgent inquiry about which she has never thought to wonder. A critical query, once might go so far as to say: ]

... So how do all the rainbow joy ponies even use the journals with hooves? I mean, without like trampling the pages.

[Clearly Alex is a master of cultural sensitivity.]

ⅻ┆written; backdated to the 16th

[chocoponying]

[The next filter looks as if someone had used their teeth to hold the pen... Huh, that idea might not be too far-fetched. At least is readable.]

( People who visited Equestria )

[And a moment later...]

Can ponies eat cheese?


{ooc; Loss "start"}

fifty-seventh labyrinth

[pharaohlighting]

[There is a boy sleeping on the couch of the lobby, curled with his face tucked into the corner, long flame-red hair falling wild around his shoulders. He sighs sleepily, snuggling for a moment against the arm of the couch before open his eyes and...freezing.

He didn't remember falling asleep somewhere other than his bed, but there was the possibility that he'd simply lost track of where he was in a haze of phoenix. Lorenzo wouldn't be pleased, if was the case. He should probably get back to his room

Slowly, he sat up and looked around. He was clad only in trousers and an over-large, dingy blouse that hangs off of one shoulder and shows a few ugly scars scrawling there way over the skin of his back.

No, this definitely wasn't the Shining Tiger. As much as it liked to pretend at opulence, it's paste-jewels and thinning brocade couldn't stand up to close scrutiny. Wherever he was, was genuinely high-class. His first thought was the Mirador, but all he knew of that place was there was no windows that would allow this amount of light to fill it a room of this size. Unless it was magic, maybe. His second thought was maybe he'd been sold off to a noble, but he couldn't exactly remember that happening. Couldn't have taken enough phoenix to forget that could he?

And that put him right back to hocus stuff. Powers.]

Vincent...you there? Lorenzo?

[His voice is light and obviously young. Not quite a teenager, maybe, heavy with a southern style accent, and very lightly scared.]

...Anybody?

((ooc: Loss start!. Have at kid!Felix))

♐ the final shot

[yeahihidmypants]

( Lois )

[If anyone wants to find him, on Wednesday evening, he'll be seated in the Lux nursing a glass of scotch. He's aware of the alcohol shortage, so he's trying to be reserved about this.]



((ooc: This is Oliver's final entry.))

THE HIKE

[revulsion]

The woods are lovely this time of year.



[NAVIGATION:
IC Hiking | Hunting | Well | Cat
OOC Plot Organization | Thursday Update

A post for the hiking group. Socialize, play, hunt, admire the natural world, whatever you'd like, and then discover Paradisa's new little hellion. Go wild, make some new CR!]

6. I need to get my story straight

[pompous_today]

[Backdated slightly to this morning. Simon writes slowly, carefully choosing his words.]

The more time I spend in this place, the more curious about it I become. Fairies, nightmares, turning into talking ponies and into normal animals... and that is only scratching the surface.

I realize the pursuit of knowledge could be [A long pause] potentially difficult, however. I suppose what I am asking is, would I harm anyone by trying, or would I be best served minding my own business?

( Lucrezia )

005 - Crunch (Backdated to this morning)

[silentrunning]

[It was early morning when Chell had heard the sound outside her door. Leaping up from the floor where she'd fell asleep, she darted to the door, opening it a crack to peer out.

And there, sitting right outside her door are a pair of strange kissing dolls. Very strange. And stranger still? one of them looks like Nora Diniro. She doesn't recognize the other doll, having never seen him face-to-face... BUT she can think of only one person that Nora would be kissing.

Scooping up the dolls, she wanders back into her room, and picks up her journal. Opening the journal, she writes.]

I intend upon leaving the Castle today, and going to explore town for the first time. If anyone would like to come with me, or knows of anything interesting in town that you think I should know about, please tell me. I want to get out and get some fresh air, and walk in these odd crackly leaves people are speaking of.

[OOC: The two kissing dolls are Mark and Nora and are mun-approved. Open for action or over the journals. Feel free to find Chell wandering through town dorkishly, talking to these dolls if you want or over the journals. And per the requests of the muns, after this post, anyone else who'd want to find them can assume that Chell set them outside her door. Forgive the long OOC, but I've never ever done anything involving anyone else's characters in my posts before.]

ƒ021. misery

[msattentionspan]

[As the journal opens it picks up the sound of a door shutting. She moves out of the room she'd been and down the hallway, starting an open dialog.]

You know, I never was big into all that zen, in with the good out with the bad crap, but if it would help me right now? I'd get one of those giant goldfish ponds and stare at the water.

[She holds the book in one hand, flexing her free hand at her side.]

I'm up for suggestions to work through this -- [Frustration. Upset. Anger. Take your pick.] -- whatever it is, because hitting something is pretty much my go-to thing and I'm not sure anyone wants to go a few rounds with me right now.

( Steve )

( Reno )

[She puts her journal away and centers the bag, moving to start taking out her aggression on the thing.]