S1E7 [dictated/action] (slightly backdated to Friday)

[asseenontv]

To anyone who wishes to test their might in battle against a worthy enemy - I am waiting.

[He sounds far too cheerful about that prospect. And he is in fact waiting. With knives, because the castle won't give him swords. Thankfully for all of you he's still honorable enough not to spring a fight on someone unexpected. Well, that and fighting someone with no skills is booooooring. Feel free to run into him... mostly anywhere. He's seeking out opponents and maybe loitering on the roof practicing his Gladiatorimpressions.]

everytime you close your eyes

[scinlae]

( room 427 filter )

027 || dictated; BACKDATED to 11/23

[workaphilic]

Look at you, all of you. [Sherlock sounds particularly cheerful, and also particularly condescending.] Chasing your tails because you're too stupid to see it's taking you in circles. It's so simple! Spare a moment to think and maybe you'll make some headway.

Or maybe not. Bit much to ask you lot, isn't it? Can only get so far when your best and brightest are below average.

Well, then. Shall I give you a hint? You'll have to earn it. I don't lend my services to dogs.

((Should go without saying that the uninfected shouldn't trust anything he says. Tags will be slow! My internet is being temperamental.))

Fifteen Spoons {Written}

[cyan_maid]

( {Filtered to - The 'Infected'} )

003 ♔ backdated to 11/22

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[One minute Damon's minding his own business on the roof as a raven, munching on a bug and the next he's back to normal with only a vague sense of what had happened, spitting and trying to get the flavor of insect out of his mouth. The castle sure does love changing him into things. But even with a bug-enriched diet, he won't complain too much. He finds the journal nearby on the roof with him and cracks it opens to find out just to find mostly bitching and complaining about being sick.]

Well, I can see I missed a lot of pissing and moaning. Did anything important actually happen recently or did you guys really just spend all this time acting like you're on your deathbeds?

[Damon rolls his eyes before he hops down off the roof and back to the ground to get back to his room.]

((ooc: Feel free to bug him over the journal or in person. c:))

Nne [4] -- action

[circleoflife]

[On a good day, Mufasa's happy to general keep himself to a smaller portion of the castle. While he doesn't mind spooking the occasional resident who happens to wander by, he generally avoids high-traffic areas out of courtesy for the others. No need to traumatize anyone if he were here only a short amount of time. And if he ended up being one of the residents who stayed here longer, well, he figured the residents would gradually and surely get accumulated to his presence.

On a good day, of course.

This isn't a good day.

Because, infected with the Pride strain, he can't see why he should have to keep himself out of the way just so some lower beings-- humans-- would remain blissfully ignorant. No, not blissfully; everyone should be aware of his great presence. He is a king, after all. The king. And he deserved to be treated and respected as one.

So today, he walks through the castle, head held high, his slow gait powerful and sure. If you pass him by, you'd best lower your head as you do if you want to avoid conflict. And you'd better go around him and give a wide berth. ... really, you should just turn the other way and take the long route, because he is no mood for anyone's shit today.

Long live the king.]

DAY FOUR MASS POST

[vesania]

[So, now you've gathered most of your Virtues, it's time to try to use the blasted things. It seems it will take a lot of trail and error, though. You'd think someone would have been good enough to provide instructions.

There are six Virtues in your possession now, with the seventh available today in the movie theatre. But it seems the infected have been warned, so you might have a fight on your hands!]

[[I will comment with the plot account if you use the Virtue in the correct way! This is open to UNINFECTED AND INFECTED ALIKE.
THE MOVIE ROOM | TEAM PATIENCE | TEAM CHASTITY | TEAM KINDNESS | TEAM CHARITY | TEAM TEMPERANCE | TEAM DILIGENCE | TEAM HUMILITY
DAY FOUR OOC POST | PLOT HUB | INFECTED REFERENCE LIST]]]]

dated to the night before the plot starts, at midnight!

[payback]

[Before Uru left, Rin had suggested a cake date for the two of them. A midnight cake date! Something a little silly but fun for it. It's a magical castle of tremendous beauty, after all. In that kind of place a midnight cake-eating party is something that could easily happen.

Uru's gone now and the cake never happened. One half of the party is still here, though. You could guess that Rin stewed for a while and then thought "fuck it" and threw cares otherwise to the wind.

As such, at midnight she's in the dining room, dressed in a fancy traditional kimono and eating her way fastidiously through a very fancy slice of cake. She has to be extra-careful not trail her long sleeves through the frosting, but she's doing a good job of it. Rin has even gone to the trouble of lighting some candles to arrange a small centerpiece. The journal is open at her elbow. Between neat bites she dictates into it.]

Before my friend left, we had this idea of eating cake at midnight. The idea was, we'd make a party of it, you know? [Bite.]

Well, it seems like a shame to scrap an idea just because she's gone now. I don't think she'd care for that kind of attitude. She'd probably have something encouraging to say about it being worthwhile to do something else.

Anyway. My point is, I'm having cake in the dining room. It's midnight now. If you want some, come and get it.