[005] god save the --;

[commandsthewind]

[open; filtered away from Arthur Pendragon]

[when she begins to write, it's all perfect and neat, a happy occasion for her at least. This isn't quite a written invite but near enough...] This is not the usual way to go about such matters, but then this is not the usual place is it?

All the same, whilst I am sure this does not matter so much to many in the normal sense, I would like to extend an invitation to you all. To celebrate the anniversary of not only my coronation, but that of his His Majesty, Arthur Pendragon, as we share the same day that we began our rule of England. For me it has been some twenty five years as queen, but for him, something less I am sure.

To put it simply, it is one of the more important days of the year. One that is difficult to even find words for, but it is a poor one to spend alone. So your company, should it be in good spirits, will be much appreciated. This is open invitation for any friend or family of Arthur's and any of mine to join us in the Ballroom on the 17th of this month.

Regards,
Elizabeth Tudor,
By the Grace of God,
Queen of England, Ireland and France, Defender of the Faith.

( Arthur Pendragon )

ⅹⅳ┆unpaid debts

[shrugs_a_lot]

( Sheena )

049. Over The Hills And Far Away

[samson]

[Too many people talking about Thanksgiving lately, for real. Brock doesn't like Thanksgiving for Personal Reasons, but he doesn't feel vehement enough about it to bitch at everyone who keeps bringing it up.

It's a conundrum.

So, whatever. He's going to talk about the part of Thanksgiving that doesn't make him feel weird, and everybody is going to shut up AND LIKE IT.]

So, people usually play football around this time of year. Who actually knows how to play and would be up for a pick-up game or something?

It's probably too much to ask for people who know how to play and don't suck, so. I'll take you knowing like, the basic rules. You need to know what a touchdown is, I guess.

[.... oh.] I mean American football, by the way. Not soccer.

052. dictated

[foolreversed]

[there's some sounds of rummaging as Adachi looks through his fridge and freezer, trying to find something to eat out of the few things he brought with him from the castle. His journal is open on the counter next to him]

Y'know... I'm pretty sure I'm the last person on the block who needs to point out how weird some of the stuff this place puts us through is. And I don't just mean all the world changes either, I mean some of the smaller stuff too. But I think what I find even weirder is how quickly some of it never gets brought up again-- ooh, ice cream!

[yoink! He is snatching that shit up. Then he actually gets a look at the label and laughs lightly to himself.]

See, this is a perfect example. Anyone remember a year ago when that weird ice cream guy came around, and all the flavors were based off real people here? That was completely bizarre but I never really hear anyone talk about it now. I only have this stuff left because Stocking gave me what she had saved of the flavor named after me. Wonder if it'll ever happen again...

[actually come to think of it, was Stocking still around? He probably missed a leave announcement, but he also hadn't seen or heard her in the journal in ages and that usually told him all he needed to know.]

Things just kind of... get talked about a little then mostly forgotten in this place huh... [whether he's talking about things that happen or people that leave is a little unclear]

Well, anyway- like I said, I'm the last person that needs to point this stuff out to people. [he grabs a spoon and his journal and takes it to his table, where he sits himself down on the floor, staring out his window for a moment before continuing] But let's just say I'm... in a chatty mood today. I have to confess, save for the recent world change and the occasional skim of the journal, I'm not too up to date on gossip these days. [which... isn't necessarily a bad thing but still] Heh, I feel like one of those guys who stops looking at the internet for weeks because they have things "eye-are-ell", as we called it, to do. So I guess what I mean to say is: talk to me. About whatever. [so long as it isn't stupid] Even stuff that happened here before my time.

-Oh, one last thing. Stocking, even if you're not here anymore, I just wanted to say thanks. Because of you I'm not gonna starve tonight! And you were pretty cool; for a girl anyway.

[and that's when he starts actually eating it. If you listen closely you can hear him quietly saying: "Wow, that is bitter!"]

S1E6 [dictated]

[asseenontv]

Has anyone seen Felix in the last day or two? He hasn't stopped by...

[No, Shatterstar did not manage to connect adult!Felix's post the other day with kid!Felix]

ένα; [accidental/dicated]

[lioneyed]

[You can't hear what happened before the journal opened, obviously, but it's easy enough to guess - someone, in surprise, has dropped their journal.

Or, well, maybe not surprise. There's coughing, which sounds rather nasty, and, well, wet. There's a thump that may or may not be someone meeting the floor in a less than graceful or planned manner, and the coughing gets louder, and... is that spit on the journal page? With flecks of blood? Ew, super-gross.

It stops after what seems like far, far too long, replaced by someone (probably unsurprisingly) gasping for breath before the recording cuts off]

[OOC: Replies will come when someone has managed to convince him this isn't a laudanum-dream]

+111

[imnot_likeyou]

[The first sound as the journal opens is laughter. The laughter of a man who's been on radio silence for the past fifteen days and is finally managing to make contact with the outside world. It's a little manic and a little relieved, and he slams the journal down on the floor of the tunnel he happens to be stuck in, feeling the precarious balance of the gap on the other side.

He pins the journal carefully with one hand -- there wasn't really a lot of room for him to go backwards, and he starts to talk, rushed and excited.]

Dean? Jo? If you can hear this, I need some help. I think I'm stuck in Insoli --

[his hands shifts just slightly, and it's that shift that's enough to tip the book away from him, and into the gap. He scrambles to get a better grip on it, but he can already feel the pages slipping through his fingers.]

NO! No no no no no ...

[there's a smack as the journal lands far away from the voice in question. If you have really good ears, you might be able to make out a very faint "Can I have my journal back, please?" This is followed by a slightly louder but still not loud shout of:]

DAMNIT.

[ ... Safe to say that didn't work.]


[I am still on hiatus, but I miss you all and I like making Sam's life miserable. He's still going to be stuck in Insolitus until the end of the month, and the castle won't give him his journal back again, but feel free to threadjack and talk amongst yourselves. HAVE FUN and I will see you in December.]

013 [voice/dictated]

[youfallback]

[Carolina opens her journal to say something to the Castle at large, but finds that she doesn't have much to say really. She keeps to herself and her team by and large, but she could always use this opportunity to broadcast the need for emergency volunteers.]

How many of you believe that a system for emergency evacuations is a real need here in the Castle? Do you think we should only have a rally point of where to go or should we continue with the current system of assigned volunteers who respond and help residents evacuate in an emergency?

( filters to: UNSC, Zack + Angeal, Alan Bradley, Hard Harry, York, South )

(no subject)

[payback]

[Written in fairly anonymous print. Yeah, driven in large part by Uru's departure - though to be honest now, one person leaving isn't just about one person leaving. It brings back memories of all the people who left before.]

I can't believe how much my perspective on people coming and going has changed here. I wish I could say it was for the better. I go back and forth on how this castle really is and how awful it actually is or isn't, but then there's always a reminder waiting to slap you in the face, right?

Someone leaves again. All our connections here are tenuous. Depending on the whim of the castle someone who'd been here for years could disappear, and then in a matter of days everyone who knew about them could disappear, and what with how the journals restarted, it's possible that no one who came in could even know who they were or why anyone cared about them. Like they'd never even been here.

Maybe that's what some people really want. People hate it here anyway. But it's weird.

[Rin is outside, sitting under Alexstrasza's tree - yet another memento of someone who was here and then gone and left hardly any trace except for those who know where to look.

She's bundled up to deal with the autumnal weather and leaning back against the warm flank of her Arcanine, flipping through the journal idly. Doing nothing and with nothing in particular in mind to do. She could probably find a job, but who cares? Nothing can't wait.]