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[sexyhitchhiker]

[it's gone on long enough. Time to stop dragging her feet and hoping he just ran off into the Dead Zone for a few weeks without telling her.]

Zuko's gone home, for anybody who cares. It's what he wanted, so...

[there's a pause. How does one express the feelings involved when an (unexpected) best friend finally gets to go home after a miserable two years?]

...Whatever.

[she might finally put up the fire nation wall scroll/hanging she found in her room a couple of weeks back]

If only to see the sky again - Four [Written]

[commandshumor]

To whom so ever reads this,

Regretfully I have no knowledge when it comes to what most of what you call "normal" food. I would appreciate it if someone came forward to elaborate upon this new concept for me. So far I have stuck with a very simple diet but I have found it boring and unsatisfying.

The library has quite a number of texts related to the subject, however I haven't slightest on where to start.

-Commander

7. Message in a bottle

[pompous_today]

I am not sure whether to be amused or puzzled by this Halloween message. But then again, I ended up being a doctor, which is exactly what I wanted to be when I was a child, and I know not everybody is so lucky. Of course, I also did not foresee the "drifting around space" part...

「✿十三」

[mom_to_us_all]

[There is a white wolf in the library, strange, isn't it? It is under a table, surrounded by several books about gardening, she's leaning all over them, passing the pages with her paws and sometimes her nose... Eew. Her journal is open next to her and words seem to appear magically in it, even when she's not even moving at all.]

( Once-ler; and those who like plants and gardening. (big image behind cut) )

( ooc; )

[Written]

[foughtfortheusers]

[Rinzler couldn't help a growl at the strange card that had shown up in his room.  That combined with some of the things he'd seen in his research regarding user holidays had him uneasy at least.  Then again, the digging usually turns up some kinds of strangeness]

Why did I get a note in my room about a user holiday?

Do not like this at all.  What is point of Halloween?

✯ one

[telemysticist]

[A sudden "THUD!" is heard over the journals, followed by the sound of rustling. A moment later, a short gasp for breath.
A chubby, freckled albino child, no older than twelve wearing a cyan-colored suit and with hair that looks like it took far too long to style, has just fallen off the bed in a room in Terrere Tower, which he has yet to realize now belongs to him. He managed to flail his way out of the sheets, to discover where he is now, only to look around perplexed, also yet not realizing he's right on top of an open journal.]

What in tarnation...

[The southern boy is certainly confused, to say the least. A moment ago he was walking through the woods to his family's factory, the next he's... here. He's still trying to figure out where "here" is. He does, however, notice after a moment he's lying on top of an open book. As he stands up, he takes the journal and begins flipping through it, catching a number of odd things about it.
First was that every page of the book is full of different handwriting. Second was that his name, "Gideon Gleeful", is embossed on the inside on the front cover, and third, the first page, which is otherwise blank, has the words he just said written down. In his handwriting.
Trying to think what this could mean, Gideon continues to hold the journal and keep it open as he leaves the room and begins wandering through Terrere Tower.]

Now I figure if what I'm sayin here's bein' written down, all this other writin' might be what other folks are sayin' too? Someone might even be readin' what I'm sayin' right now... in that case, guess I better say howdy!
My name is Lil' Gideon, and this sure is a mighty fine place ya got here! Now I ain't heard about a castle-themed hotel with magic books, so somethin' tells me somethin' fishy might be goin' on here. Any a kind soul care ta'help out lil' ol' me?
Also, think a'might be a lil' lost...

{{OOC: I'm so sorry it took so long for me to actually post, my quarter's almost over so school's been draining me. ;u; But anyone go ahead and feel free to bother Giddy, and here's the permissions post for his psychic powers! Thanks!<3}}

SIX}Ephesians 4:26: In Your Anger Do Not Sin;

[kidwiththeleash]

[Action, backdated to 10/27]


This isn't funny!

[You can run into Integra in most any part of the castle today, just short of running like a girl on a mission. Heck, she might even run into you, or flat out ignore people she knows.]

Stop hiding from me!

[In a effort to look into every room, search every corridor. Or maybe you just hear her frantic calls, getting more and more desperate and sounding all her 12 years, despite Integra's usual adult persona.]

You can't do this... I won't allow it!

[At one point she stops, hands desperately pressing against her eyelids to try and force any tears back, to not let them flow but it might just be too late, and her cry is anguished.]

ALUCAAAARD!

[He's gone.]

6th campaign

[campaigns]

[Dictated; someone's feeling a bit chatty and also curious.]

Cryptic messages aside, did anyone actually become what they wanted to be when they grew up?

We start out thinking that we know exactly what we want. Then, we don't. School forces us to decide on our future when we still don't know who we are or what we want from life, and before you know it, you're getting your degree in something you more than likely will never use for the rest of your life.

I suppose I'm just wondering if anyone is actually doing something they thought they would be doing.

21st Perscription ~ [Dictated]

[atadiscoverer]

( Filtered to those interested in starting a Clinic in Town )

---

( Filtered to Lt. Col. Samantha Carter )

---

( Filtered to Conan Edogawa )

---

((OOC: The first filter is open to everyone interested, not just those who replied first.))

57;

[gottaknockhard]

( Earlier... )

[Residents may have felt part of the castle shake, as one ace pilot expertly landed a malfunctioning zipcraft in a hole where the kitchen used to be. The slightly pained voice that pipes up over the ever-present journal (once he untangles himself) is suspiciously tied to the background noise of creaking metal and falling debris.]

She wasn't kidding. [Behind him, something that sounds like a small explosion (or a microwave shorting out), brings his attention to exactly what area of the castle he plummeted into. He narrows his eyes at the wreckage. Well damn.]

... That's not good.


OOC: Basically this happened -- Spike found Faye's spaceship and decided to test the ceiling in the sky. The ship ultimately malfunctioned before he reached space, and he somehow (read: not possibly his fault) missed all the open land and broke into the wall of the kitchen. (Mod approved!)

(no subject)

[unnaturalpause]

( Helen Magnus )

( Nikola Tesla )

( Maladict )

1 widows web

[well_assembled]

[She'd wanted a vacation, she'd cleared it with Fury. Her leave was supposed to to be easy, so what the hell was going on? Natasha stepped out of the shower in her apartment and ended up...here. Where ever the hell 'here' was. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and explored the small apartment she found herself in.

Her only clue a small book from which voices and words were practically pouring. More of Loki's doing? She watched a few minutes, took it the insanity coming from the book. She had no way of knowing her own voice might be broadcast as well.]

Ok, so I'm crazy, I got hit harder than I thought or Loki's messing with me. I just love my job.

Third Legend

[kingsgambit]

[He sounds thoughtful as he talks.]

Something tells me what we call magic differs greatly between us all, and I admit I'm curious as to what you would call it as such. So what do you call magic? The unexplainable, a power to control and do with as you wish, what?

❀ fifty-nine unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

[It's late and Harmony has just finished the final touches on her Halloween costume. Of course, she wants to go to Brock's party, but it would be ... well, let's say that she hasn't had a date to a party in a long time. She doesn't want to go to this one alone too. So, she opts to try to use the journal to find someone who might want to go with her. Or at all.]

to single men of the castle, who might be interested in taking someone to Brock and Molotov's party for Halloween. Costume not required to match. ]


... [To be fair, she puts a few hesitation marks on the page before she decides to ditch the filter completely. She's not sure she's ready to see that no one would want to go.]

Public ]

Would anyone want to go to the Halloween Party with me? I finished my costume and I just thought, maybe someone else would like some company on the walk there. Or back. Or... at some point.