First Check-In; Written

[holyrabies]

Okay, I guess now that we're in the normal place, I think, it's a good time to introduce myself.

I'm Mavis! I'm one-hundred eighteen years old, and I come from Transylvania, in Romania. I've been here for a few days now, and I think I kind of get it. Parts of it, anyway, even if it's still super strange.

So, who's out there?

234 is an Abundant Number

[onlyanapple]

[So. It was that time of year again. Funny how it crept up on you. Of course, before Crowley addressed the journal, he had something else to do. Something he always did this time of year.

And so, in the graveyard near the castle, where the headstones of all those residents killed while being trapped it resided, he'd left a bottle of wine next to York's headstone. It was a tradition, really. To show he never forgot what happened.

That done, he's sat himself in the lobby, watching people wander past, going about their days]

Four years. It's funny how long that seems here. I mean, I've taken longer naps. But in this place? It seems a long time. Weird, if you really think about it.

...There's not a lot of us left who have been around long enough to remember things like when the seasons room showed up, is there? Makes you think how many people will be around to remember today, a few years down the line.

[And that's all he seems to be willing to offer on the matter]

001 [ dictated / action ]

[quarterelf]

Tokunaga? [The voice is quiet at first over the journal, hesitant and confused before Seles takes a moment to look at her surroundings. Extravagant, open, and large...] ...This isn't His Majesty's... [Her thought trails off as her eyes find their way to the open journal on the stand nearby, and she's equally startled at the way she can see her words appear. There's a loud gasp and she slams the journal shut and takes off down the hall.

Was she being watched...?! The way she got here wasn't the only thing she couldn't remember either, though most thoughts were out of her mind at the moment thanks to the immediate panic and shock. And worry, of course. What kind of magic was this?! She had to find out what was going on!

Honestly, with her attire it's not so easy for her to hide. But still she tries, sneaking down the halls and hiding behind plants, peering from around corners and into doors, and generally being a snoop. A very bad quality snoop.

Feel free to run into her anywhere in the castle!]

1 Famiglia

[is_mafia]

[There's a pinstripe-suit wearing Italian standing in the lobby, looking around at his surroundings with a practiced eye. Quite a few people will notice that he looks exactly like Tsuna, except with blond hair and golden eyes. He doesn't realize that the book sitting open near him on a table is catching everything he is muttering to himself.] If this is a Mist illusion it's a very good one. I can't even tell the difference. Unless I have truly been kidnapped.

[He raises his voice a bit, still keeping the same calm tone, as if he was talking about the weather.] If you're trying to hold me captive for ransom or some such thing, it won't work. My family will look for me, and really, you don't want them to come knock down your door. And, to be honest, I doubt you could hold me. [He doesn't summon his gauntlets or his cape, but he lets some of his dying will flames flare up for a moment around him, before extinguishing them.] So, really, you should reconsider this. Come talk to me, and we can solve whatever problem you have with me and my family.

(ooc: ooc intro! This is action or over the journal. Feel free to walk past him and notice how much he looks like our resident hopeless shonen. He just won't know who you're talking about. :) )

001. [dictated]

[flightof]

[the voice coming from the journal is a very noble and melancholic one]

So that's that then...

[there's the swish of fabric on the floor as the owner of the voice walks past the journal open on her bed stand. She hasn't even noticed it, or thought that it could be broadcasting her monologing; she's too busy heading for the window.]

I suppose this must be my new husband's castle in that case. [oh gee oh boy :|]

[wait--]

Hold on, this sky is...!

[this sky is not Northern Erion's]

Skit 1: Talking Journals

[protosshaze]

Wow, this journal is talking. Hello, mister journal.

[blinks, as the words appear on her open journal page] It's writing down what I say.

24 (forward dated slightly)

[takethat]

[In the early morning hours of Sunday, there are some smudged words appearing in the journals, written in blue ink and a sloppy hand. For once, he's heeding the possibility that most of the castle residents are likely still sleeping--and he's trying to be quiet.]

It's November 11.

I've been here for a year today.

[He pauses, considering how far he's come in that past year, contemplating what he does and doesn't want to list out for the whole castle to see. In the end, he settles on a very brief little written list, more for the benefit of his own memory than anything else.]

( Cut for length )

[And then, because it's been far too long coming, he scribbles in a filter.]

( Maya Fey )