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[staggeringego]

[ James is currently strolling down the hallway around midnight, possibly heading to the kitchen, possibly just not wanting to deprive the world of his presence even for a few moments to get some shut eye. Whatever his reason is he stops in front of one of the windows, squinting at his reflection on the dark glass and mussing up his hair, tugging his shirt collar so it's just slightly off kilter.

He's got an imagine to keep up, after all, though he does manage to always look fantastic, doesn't he?

He clears his throat, and dictates into the journal in a lower more "mature" tone than he usually uses. Like he's trying to come off as more impressive somehow. ]

You know, the other day I felt absolutely miserable, like you couldn't pay me enough money to get out of bed. Shame really, that I kept myself locked away for even a day. A real waste, if you think about it. Ah well, I made a speedy enough recovery, as I well knew I would. Though if I'm not mistaken from what I'm reading here I'm not the only one that was feeling under the weather recently.

tor

[draca]

[ The journal opens to the sound of flapping wings and a loud scream, it is loud and angry, a swoosh of what may be flames joining the noise. More sounds join them, specifically the sounds of someone waking up and springing from the bed she had been placed in only to stumble. Eyes looking around dazzed and wild.

The creak of the boat, the smell of the sea, the faint sounds of Dothraki horses twittering nervously below deck, her handmaidens─ where did they go? ]

Irri? [ Her stomach twists knowing the girl is not here, yearning for her presence. (Here, she knows this place it is. The knowledge flits around in the darkness of her mind, never staying still enough to grab hold of.) ] Ser Jorah? [ Her voice is louder now, rising over the agitated noises leaving the dragons, but she gets no reply. ] Qoy Qoyi? [ Her blood riders too do not answer her call.

Nearer to the journal there is a huff and claws tear at the pages as if it is the source of the their problems. No sooner does Drogon begin assaulting the journal does Daenerys eyes begin to clear, her brow furrowing. ]

This place... it is not the Balerion. [ It is... a tent... her tent. ]

009//Dictated

[nothingtobelieve]

[The sight of a man in a well-tailored suit carrying a katana might not be as uncommon in the castle as it would be elsewhere, but the look of pure, unadulterated rage on Vicious' face is probably enough to warn off all but the most cavalier of people. He's looking for something, and when he finds it, the journal picks up on it as well.]

Spike.

[There's a lot of venom behind that shouted name, and then the sounds of someone doing their best to dismantle a door with their bare hands and the occasional aid of a sword.]



[OOC: Feel free to run into him before he makes it to his destination, if you'd like a character infected, or are just looking for a very wrathful encounter.]

six paintings burned

[thehangedrose]

[You know, maybe Garry shouldn't be so caring over people if it leads him into situations like this.]

[After his rather tumultuous encounter with Aradia the other day, simply because he had wanted to check up on her health and how she was faring, he had fallen to the sickness himself and had dragged himself back to his room, head throbbing with pain.]

[When he woke up after a restless sleep, however, there was no pain anymore. Instead, there was an itch, a prickling in his mind that looked over everything and saw everything wrong with what he saw. He can't take this. He can't just sit idly by and not react to any of this, he hates it all, he hates it, he HATES it. Garry slams the journal down on the desk and opens it, and the quiet malice in his voice is unlike anyone has ever heard before from him.]

Oh, god, I knew opening this journal was a bad idea. All of the blabbering I hear is making my ears hurt...would all of you just SHUT UP for once?!

[A frustrated sort of hiss.]

You just keep going on and on and on, and, honestly, I'd rather you all just stop. There are worse issues here, like, oh, the fact that we're stuck in this place and we may never see our loved ones again, and the only thing you all can gripe about is your pitiful wheezing and coughing. Grow up for a change- I'm not always going to be around for you to play mommy, alright?! Has anyone even said thank you for everything I've done for people? No, and really, I'm not at all surprised.

[Oh, and there's the sound of something breaking- Garry decided he had enough of the mug he took from the kitchen and has tossed it down to the floor, feeling a rush of exhilaration for having broken something in his anger.]

You know, I'm not even sure those people who say they "care" about me really do. People lie all the time, right? You just say those things to make me feel better about my wonderfully pathetic self, and then you'll all betray me and push me to the side for the next person you see, every last one of you! I don't have friends, and frankly, I never will. That's just how my life is, and I've accepted that. I'm no fool, you know.

And one last thing: leave me ALONE. Just don't touch me! Don't go near me, or I swear I'll hurt you.

This is your warning, Paradisa.

[For those out in the castle, they'll see Garry walking around, face contorted in a look that screams "approach me and I'll strangle you". He also has his lighter in hand...and believe him, he knows exactly how to use it.]

[ooc: I only have one angry Garry icon, so I apologize if I just the same icon over and over again in our threads! Stupid icon limit. ;;]

6 Lanterns; Dictated

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

[Rapunzel didn't mention being sick; the whole thing was... Weird. She's not supposed to get sick, or at least not stay sick. But you know, it's been a good while, and now she's feeling great. She wants to do everything!]

Okay, so who wants to do something today? We could... Go to the city! Or play in the music room, or go out in the gardens, or do some exploring... Gosh, anything! It's just a wonderful day, don't you think? Vriska, I said we should hang out... Let's do it now! And Echidna, I haven't seen you in so long! Or Aradia or Ino or Lemony or Tsuna or anyone, come on!

Oh! And Garry! Once-ler! I need to see you guys! 

Skit 2: Sickness

[protosshaze]

Cheria never acted like this when she was sick. Feeling sick must be different for everyone. I wish I knew what we could do to make people feel better.

What do you think, journal?

053. dictated, open to action

[foolreversed]

Castle, I think we need to hold a meeting. A conference of sorts.

About how every eligible lady should get on my dick, and all you other poor souls should either kneel or find a way to entertain me.

Because you see, I'm bored. I'm so very bored! You've become as bad as that shithole Inaba. Do I have to cause a mess to get some entertainment going here? What's it going to take, huh? Maybe I should set you all back in your place.

[but then Adachi's voice starts to get a little more angry and frantic]

Ugh, so bored, so bored... What's wrong with all of you?! I need something, anything- just give it to me now!

[he can be found roaming the castle, looking for anything to satiate him, and for once not afraid to show off his powers if it'll get him what he wants]

BREWER'S JOURNAL

[vesania]

[Today, in a dusty corner of the library, a book has appeared. Has it always been there? It looks like it has, but it's just as likely it appeared just moments ago. It's old and leather bound, and a certain symbol has been carefully carved into the front of it. Those who went to Lastlook may recognise it as the symbol painted onto the face of the cave they went into.

Inside the book, it seems a lot of pages have been torn out. The handwriting is identical to the notes found in that cave. In fact, the notes seem to have come from this very book. And the pages here, at least, aren't stained, the text thankfully readable:]

( READ THE BOOK )

[[OOC: A mass post with the first clue to find the magical items needed to cure the plague will go up in about an hour. React away in this post!
THE FINAL ENTRY
DAY THREE OOC POST | PLOT HUB]]

Storming around

[traken_master]

[The Master has noticed that others seem to be ill, but he's too angry to care. They deserve it, all of them! Something is going on, again. He's not surprised, just infuriated. He wished he had weapons. He'd love to level this stinking pile of rock and everyone in it!

Part of the Master is tempted to go to the clinic or library and try to figure out what is going on. A far larger part wants to find something to kill or destroy. So, he's just going to be outside, with a sword from the gymnasium that he's sharpened. Who or what he uses it on doesn't matter much to him.}

Scroll Forty Four

[huffythedragon]

Filtered to his friends who do NOT have the virus]

Okay guys, I'm gonna head out to an outpost until this blows over. I can't stay here if there's a chance my Greed will come back. Because that's super bad.

I promise I'll explain afterwards. But I just gotta go for now, okay? I promise I'll be safe and...and you guys should come too. It's too dangerous here. Everypony is acting so crazy right now. I don't want to see any of you get hurt.


>[[ooc: Tags will be slow as mollases, sorry ;;]]

DAY THREE MASS POST

[vesania]

[So now you know the truth. The virus is not the work of Cair Paradisa at all, but rather another castle altogether. One which existed (and perhaps still exists) beyond the broken bridge. Cair Draconis.

It seems Cair Paradisa itself is rather annoyed one of its descendants is bringing this mess to its doors. Thanksgiving doesn't seem to be a happy family time in this world. Though the castle remains silent, something has appeared in the lobby. It's a piece of tattered paper, with Brewer's handwriting on it. It's another poem, with certain words underlined. As if the good doctor was trying to make sense of them]

"In the the room of ice and snow
The cure to Wrath it will bestow
The Virtue of Patience gone astray
A piece of wood from a broken sleigh"

[Looks promising. Might be an idea to try that out]

[[FINDING THE CLUE | THE FOUR SEASONS ROOM | THE LAUNDRY ROOM | THE BALLROOM | THE KITCHEN | THE CLINIC | THE LOST ROOM
DAY THREE OOC POST | PLOT HUB]]

002. dictated, open to action if you can even find her despite her invisibility abuse

[flightof]

[Gwendolyn has not been here long, so maybe the words that she finds herself speaking to the journal don't strike anyone as particularly odd... then again with everything else going on who knows.

She skips all the usual formalities]

Do you consider yourself loved?

013 Summons ❈ Dictated and Action ❈ Backdated to Second Virus Day

[ninjainviolet]

[Sheena flips her journal open and without much preamble, begins speaking.]

I made a promise back home to protect people so they can live the lives they want, and that promise still holds true here.

People are acting strangely right now [including her], and I will do whatever it takes to make sure no one is hurt or used by anyone.

["Whatever it takes" might be a clue to some people who know her that things aren't right.]

If you need me, I'll be patrolling the castle.

[Slams the book shut.]

[ooc: Yep. She's actually on patrol, looking for trouble. Her strain is Lust, but not the usual kind. Her desire to protect and help people had manifested into a overprotective personality, finding danger where there is none, or twisting things into strange protective measures--like beating up a person or tying them down.]

009 - Achoo

[silentrunning]

[Chell has cracked one eye open, but only one. Because the throbbing headache slams through her brain like a dull butter knife trying to divide concrete. Quickly, she closes her eye. Ow. Where did this headache come from?

Leaning up on one elbow, she attempts to sit up, only to have her breath stolen by a deep, wheezing cough and almost instantly after that, a sneeze that shakes her body and starts her hacking again.

And lucky, lucky Chell. Her journal has fallen open at an unfortunate moment...again.

She'd seen a lot of entries about people getting sick lately. But why did she have to get sick too? Grabbing the journal, and a pen, she attempts to write a message. Unfortunately, the letters of her message look a little smudgy, probably due to the fact she keeps sneezing, and even though she covers her mouth with her hand, tiny droplets keep spattering the journal. But she's trying.]

Is anyone out there not sick?

23-Voice (Infected Jim is infected.)

[jimfromit]

[Yep Moriarty is well and truly infected.  His usual quick temper is a little more prominent today. He's wandering the halls looking for shit to wreck.

Be careful when speaking to him...his cray cray levels are somewhat off the scale.]

Oh no people are sick, whinge whinge whinge!

Do you people have any idea how boring you all are? No you don't, you don't actually listen to those idiotic words that come out of your mouth.

God it's pathetic!

It's why my time here has felt like nine years instead of months...having to listen to this constant drivel!

[What follows is the sound of a chair being thrown against a wall.]

Stop broadcasting every little thing that takes place in your pathetic little lives!

039 spells cast

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe had been sick for a day. Now that it's past she's feeling better than ever and bored as hell. If she were home she'd just go to the club and troll for some entertainment or at least a distraction. Of course there's a little matter of her HUSBAND. Of course that doesn't mean she can't do ANYTHING.

So she's decided to go window shopping.

She's sprawled on a couch in the lobby dressed a little differently than usual. She sips a glass of champagne as she eyes the men walking by. She sighs softly]

You know what I could really go for? A foot massage. Any volunteers?

((OOC: Phoebe's infected with lust and looking to exercise her new found powers. Lemme know if you have a guy willing to be hypnotized into doing things like giving foot rubs, feeding her grapes and other cheesy stuff like that ^_^))