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Nov. 27th, 2012
007 Broken bones
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losteveryone[Well, she knew that everything that had happened to her recently was just too good to be true. She had found herself the job of her dreams and even her birthday had gone well, she was making friends...she couldn't have asked for anything more.
Carol was walking back towards the Castle from Candy Bonsai in Town. She wasn't paying much attention to where she was walking, she had walked this route twice a day for the past few months after all. This time she was just unluckly and she managed to trip over...she's not sure what she tripped over but she lost her footing anyway and fell to the ground, falling at a strange angle, right leg first. She lets out a cry of pain as she does so.
She tries to get up but the weight on her leg causes even more pain. She looks up at the sky, it's getting dark and cold and she doesn't see anyone around. She scrambles for her journal and dictates a message.]
Can...can someone help me? I'm not far from the Castle, I think I've broken my ankle.
Please.
Carol was walking back towards the Castle from Candy Bonsai in Town. She wasn't paying much attention to where she was walking, she had walked this route twice a day for the past few months after all. This time she was just unluckly and she managed to trip over...she's not sure what she tripped over but she lost her footing anyway and fell to the ground, falling at a strange angle, right leg first. She lets out a cry of pain as she does so.
She tries to get up but the weight on her leg causes even more pain. She looks up at the sky, it's getting dark and cold and she doesn't see anyone around. She scrambles for her journal and dictates a message.]
Can...can someone help me? I'm not far from the Castle, I think I've broken my ankle.
Please.
savors[Once again, all of this is written in a very fancy script. Really, she's just looking for a distraction to keep her from making Cair Paradisa her personal buffet]
I know people appear from different worlds, so I assume they also come from various timelines.
What is the year? In your own world, before you arrived.
( room filter | arya )
I know people appear from different worlds, so I assume they also come from various timelines.
What is the year? In your own world, before you arrived.
( room filter | arya )
01 | Written
Nov. 27th, 2012 01:43 ambrohoof[Dirk's been here for about a day, give or take. Unlike some people, he didn't immediately jump on the journal and ask what's going on. No, instead he's looked around to try and figure out where the actual hell he is. He hasn't been able to find out as many answers as he would like. What's more is he's already figured out what he lost, and it doesn't sit well with him at all. But he's not going to go parading it around. To others, it might be minor. But to him, being unable to do something he by all rights should be able to do is rather infuriating.
It's become obvious that he isn't going to be able to find a way out, though. He's tried. There's no foreseeable way to get back to where his friends were. This doesn't make sense, though. Everything was going fine. This clearly isn't part of the game, so what the hell happened? He's concerned for several reasons. Namely, he wants to make sure his friends are alright. Not that he doesn't have faith in them. Fear of the unknown is just making him worry about them more than he normally would.]
Paradisa.
This wasn't how things were supposed to go. I'm not sure how I even got here.
But of all the inconveniences that could have taken place, this has got to be the biggest fuckin' inconvenience I ever did see.
From what I've gathered, though, no one else knows.
So I'm not even going to bother asking what's probably been asked a thousand times.
I will ask one thing, though.
Is there any way to find out the fate of someone back where you came from?
That's the only fucking thing I care about at this point.
It's become obvious that he isn't going to be able to find a way out, though. He's tried. There's no foreseeable way to get back to where his friends were. This doesn't make sense, though. Everything was going fine. This clearly isn't part of the game, so what the hell happened? He's concerned for several reasons. Namely, he wants to make sure his friends are alright. Not that he doesn't have faith in them. Fear of the unknown is just making him worry about them more than he normally would.]
Paradisa.
This wasn't how things were supposed to go. I'm not sure how I even got here.
But of all the inconveniences that could have taken place, this has got to be the biggest fuckin' inconvenience I ever did see.
From what I've gathered, though, no one else knows.
So I'm not even going to bother asking what's probably been asked a thousand times.
I will ask one thing, though.
Is there any way to find out the fate of someone back where you came from?
That's the only fucking thing I care about at this point.
Clean up time
Nov. 27th, 2012 06:40 pmoriginalcopy[Church stares at the journal.
He was stuck. He seemed to run into every psycho in the place and each one had taken a few moments out of their busy day to pound on him. Now his body was a mess and he was lucky he was already dead.
If he only knew how to fix his body on his own, but he was lucky to manage basic maintenance.
He didn't have much of a choice now did he...
York seemed like a decent enough guy and said he'd met Caboose. What were the odds that Caboose hadn't let slip that he had killed him. Chances were York already knew he was a ghost.... right.]
Filtered to York
Uh, hey.... Do you know how to fix armor or know anyone who can? I um... got a couple of... dents.
[the sounds of sparking and jammed servos can be heard faintly in the background]
He was stuck. He seemed to run into every psycho in the place and each one had taken a few moments out of their busy day to pound on him. Now his body was a mess and he was lucky he was already dead.
If he only knew how to fix his body on his own, but he was lucky to manage basic maintenance.
He didn't have much of a choice now did he...
York seemed like a decent enough guy and said he'd met Caboose. What were the odds that Caboose hadn't let slip that he had killed him. Chances were York already knew he was a ghost.... right.]
Filtered to York
Uh, hey.... Do you know how to fix armor or know anyone who can? I um... got a couple of... dents.
[the sounds of sparking and jammed servos can be heard faintly in the background]
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Nov. 27th, 2012 07:28 pmmidgetWell, Paradisa. It's been fun.
Or, well, not fun at all. Actually, living here has been more of a pain than anything I've dealt with in at least a century. Messing with my memories, messing with my emotions, the losses...
I'm out of here. The city's just as bad [ at least, it is if the castle brought you back believing you were a townie- ] so I'll be out at the outpost if anybody needs me... at least until I find a better place.
[ She's about to close the journal, but remembers something at the last second. ] My room's still booby-trapped, by the way. I wouldn't recommend trying to move in just because it's suddenly vacant. Unless you enjoy living life as an ermine.
Or, well, not fun at all. Actually, living here has been more of a pain than anything I've dealt with in at least a century. Messing with my memories, messing with my emotions, the losses...
I'm out of here. The city's just as bad [ at least, it is if the castle brought you back believing you were a townie- ] so I'll be out at the outpost if anybody needs me... at least until I find a better place.
[ She's about to close the journal, but remembers something at the last second. ] My room's still booby-trapped, by the way. I wouldn't recommend trying to move in just because it's suddenly vacant. Unless you enjoy living life as an ermine.
schrodingersghost [At first Danny thought he would be clever by trying to avoid whatever this was. It was just when he said things, right? Maybe it didn't apply to writing.]
Help! Something's gone wrong!
Something is separating me from the throng!
[There is a sudden pause and a loud thump as he throws the journal against his wall. And then realizes he had to pick it up again and deal with the rhymes if he wanted to get any help. Reluctantly, he opens the journal again and starts writing hurriedly. ]
Listen to my refrain
I think I'm starting to go insane!
I can't say a word without it turning bad.
Which I don't mind saying is making me mad!
I can't handle this curse,
It just keeps getting worse!
I give up on that promise! I still hate this season!
Its punishing me with all the rhymes and no reason!
Help! Something's gone wrong!
Something is separating me from the throng!
[There is a sudden pause and a loud thump as he throws the journal against his wall. And then realizes he had to pick it up again and deal with the rhymes if he wanted to get any help. Reluctantly, he opens the journal again and starts writing hurriedly. ]
Listen to my refrain
I think I'm starting to go insane!
I can't say a word without it turning bad.
Which I don't mind saying is making me mad!
I can't handle this curse,
It just keeps getting worse!
I give up on that promise! I still hate this season!
Its punishing me with all the rhymes and no reason!
Ch. 6 Crocodile Tears
Nov. 27th, 2012 11:42 pmnot_a_codfish[Anyone outside tonight will see a certain pirate captain sitting under the stars, a twin cigar in his hand, with a glass of wine cradled in his hook. Hook is wearing quite the sad-sack expression. After a good long sulk, he cracks open the journal and dictates]
I find myself quite disturbed. The recent... infection that swept through the Castle has proven yet again that his place has the power to overwhelm one's own judgment and alter ones emotions and perspectives. I find it troubling that anything, let alone a little flu, could overcome my good form.
[ooc open for action or over the journal]
I find myself quite disturbed. The recent... infection that swept through the Castle has proven yet again that his place has the power to overwhelm one's own judgment and alter ones emotions and perspectives. I find it troubling that anything, let alone a little flu, could overcome my good form.
[ooc open for action or over the journal]