011 Summons ❈ Dictated ❈ Backdated to the early morning of the 16th

[ninjainviolet]

[Well, Paradisa, your sleep is about to be disturbed by a rather loud and panic-sounding horse's whinny come over your journal, followed by the unmistakable sound of Sheena's voice.]

Onyx, what's wrong? What is it---

[The sudden cut off--is it ominous silence because of danger, or sudden shock at seeing something unbelievable?]

HEY! I'M STILL A PONY!!!!

[Shock's the answer, but there's a note of pleased surprise in her initial reaction, but it quickly turns into one of concern as she addresses a certain public.]

( It wasn't Spike the Dragon's Fault )

[And because she doesn't know what else to do, she keeps the journal open, treating to anyone who's listening a light snoring when she falls asleep again.]


[ooc: Loss as described here.]

004 - I have no mouth...

[fistfullofmagic]

( ...and I must scream. )

((ooc: This is backdated to around 10ish this morning. As it is canon that Dhaos does have the ability to speak inside people's heads, feel free to be able to "hear" him.))

✇ 6

[polar]

[Korra's chilling outside the castle on the front steps, her journal open next to her. She makes a small humming noise before sitting up and speaking.]

Okay, the pony thing was weird, and it's really nice to have fingers again, but I have to ask: how many of you guys are still stuck that way? Did you do something to tick off the mystical stripy one or what?

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I dislike ponies, I just can't really see myself as one longterm. Or for more than a week. Maybe it'd be the same if they were turned into humans. Something for someone to think about on a rainy day.

[.....]

Also, someone tell me what this Halloween thing's about.

ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ

[confidente]

[ John taps the page a few times... and frowns at it, it's hard to find the words you want after hearing about everything that happened around a week ago. And then this lasted thing? Ponies? Yeah, he's got nothing on that. ]

I guess asking how everyone is doing right now would be a little redundant, I think I can hazard a good enough guess.

[ Expect in the case of one person. He taps the journal again for a short moment. ]

( room filter )

(no subject)

[lonenoble]

[She'd been taking a break from a workout... But in her room, she'd let her guard down, as she flipped through her journal. There was nothing in here to hurt her after all. And her Emile was off in another part of the apartment, playing. She figured the little Pokemon would be fine.

She heard a noise in the background, but at first she just figured the Cubone wanted to play and had found out how to open the door. Except it sounded different after a few moments. and it was getting closer. She looked over to see something strange. A deformed cat. Coming directly to her]

What the hell? [There's the sounds of the speaker scrambling to get away from the creature, though she's hesitating at shooting it because it could be just a freaky pet.] Get away from me.

[She's moving the get away quickly, but as fast as she moves, it's gone. And then it's on her again. As she heads to the door... Suddenly she sees the horrifying cat in front of the door. It's like it's playing with her... She turns quickly, only to find it in front of her again.] Go away.

[She might be a Spartan but the constant turns and inability to leave her room or get away is scaring her. And she doesn't have to armor benefits to aid... She'd taken it off. But for just a moment, her attention wavers, and the disgusting mutated monster cat is on her, reaching for her right arm.] Stop. What are you doing?

[No response as the cat touches her arm and the weight of the limb is gone. She reaches for the spot that the limb was at, afraid of what she'd find. Nothing more than a useless stump. And as quick as it arrived, the cat intruder is gone. Leaving a horrified Spartan, having trouble getting up from the the floor between the shock, confusion, and fear. Also, the lost right arm doesn't help.  But she moves back toward the journal, speaking quietly.]   Can anyone hear me?

053 ♕ [dictated]

[loisfuckinglane]

[  lois lane's always been the one to want to spread the news first.  get the big headline.  steal the scoop.  

but in this case, she's been in no hurry to spread the story.  somehow it makes it all too real to talk about it, so she's tried coming to terms on her own before steeling herself to let the public in on her pain.  she figures that way, maybe plenty of people will have already noticed and dealt with it on their own terms, if it meant something to them.

but she has to put it out there, to let herself finally try to move forward.  the isolation of her now empty nest in town - no son, no husband, not even conner, just the dogs and her, is getting to be too much. ]

I don't know who's heard or not by now, but I know there's some people who might not have noticed since Clark & I moved out to town, but...

[ a deep breath ]    He's gone.  My husband, Clark -- Superman -- finally went home.

[ it doesn't seem like enough to say, so she finds herself spilling out more. ]   It's funny...  I think he'd sort of started to think he was just as immune to getting sent home as he is to.... almost everything else.  Four years starts to make you wonder, I suppose.  

I know he felt the same way I do, though.  That leaving before we find a way to get everyone back home, or solve the mystery of this place, seems so much like abandoning everyone.  Even if it's not by choice.

Smallville's never been big on giving up.  And I'm not either.  So I guess--

I just wanted to say that I still feel like we'll find a way some day.  In spite of everything.

We're all going to go home in peace eventually.  

23 - dictated

[takethat]

[It's late at night when Phoenix spots the cat, as he's traversing the halls of the castle, headed back to his room.]

Oh--uh, hey there?

[Although the creature is a little too deep in his uncanny valley, he still puts on a friendly smile. It's not that much stranger than meeting a lion here, after all, right? Probably just a new resident from some weird world with bizarre cat things.]

...are you new around here?

[But the cat doesn't say anything. Phoenix shrugs and is about to wander on toward his destination, when suddenly there's a heavy weight flung into the left side of his body; he's knocked over, the journal skidding some distance away and falling open, to record the full attack.]


What--aaaaggghh!!! Get off me! Get... get away! No!

[The sounds of a struggle are plainly evident for a few moments more, before a rustling as the journal is quickly retrieved, and desperate panting, running--]

GLaDOS!!

[He reaches her door, on the same floor as his own room but further down the hall, and bangs frantically, begging to be let in.]

GLaDOS, please please open the door, please...!

[But no answer comes quickly enough, and the cat is there again, and Phoenix takes off once more, already knowing the sprint to his own room is fruitless--]

H...help! Somebody, please--it's following me! It's--

[And then a scream filled with fear and agony... and then silence, for a long while before Phoenix speaks again.


This time, his voice is hollow.]

Oh my god...

005; why can't this be a cute cat

[fulltilt]

[well, now that talking pastel pony land is over and done with, julie's crossing back from the library, balancing a stack of books on car repair, and cool... things like that. her journal sits at the top of the stack.

dum dee dum. wait, is that a cat? julie loves cats. she loves them so much she gave her car a cat motif. cats are great. this particular cat is further away and sort of hidden in shadow, but julie walks a bit faster, trying to catch up to it]

Hey, little guy...

[pause. what if it's a new resident? considering how many different types of talking animals there are here, julie doesn't want to come off as condescending, so she clears her throat and talks in a regular tone]

You new here?

[when she gets closer, she realizes that there's something definitely off about it. okay, is that... human hair? and an arm, leg, and hands-- this can't be right. her steps slow down, and as she squints to get a better look, the cat turns its head.

julie can't help but stare in horror. she shudders and takes a few steps back, her eyes unable to leave the hideous creature in front of her. what in fresh hell is that thing? and right when her brain tells herself to book it out of there, the cat lunges, its grotesque and mismatched body flying towards her.

the journal falls open at this point. the sounds of struggling can be heard, and finally a few thwacks as julie successfully clocks the creature with a book, and then a strangled cry]

Augh!

[then there's a sickening sound, like bones rubbing against each other, and a gross squelching noise. the cat slinks off with its new pelvis, and julie lays on the ground, gasping and occasionally groaning in pain.]

S-someone, please... Oh, God...

[ooc; another victim!!!! :o and lmao because i'm immature and felt like it here is a sort-of accurate representation of what julie looks like rn. no pelvis = lack of anything holding her bottom half together i'm sorry]

In Silence He Wanders [Action]

[silvertree]

[ It was early evening when the Silver Lord ventured out to town. As dusk approached, the evening sky was quickly streaked with amber hues. The sun was setting over the vast horizon, not to be seen again until morning's rise. Normally Celeborn wouldn't be seen roaming about at this time of day, especially since he took a keen fondness to staying indoors. However, it would seem there was no book at the library that could hold the Elvenlord's interest for he now prowls the streets with no set destination.

Watching idly as a few onlookers passed him by, Celeborn's regal form was all but concealed in a gray cloak spun from cotton. He walked along the cobblestone streets in complete silence, his blue gaze lingering upon random faces that caught his eye. Finally, Celeborn came to a complete halt in front of a familiar shop that he knew belonged to Elrond. ]