Vriska: Get some sugar.

[wagers]

[There are the sounds of a video game heard from the other side of the journal, and it sure does sound like there is a whole lot of action going on!

But, above it all? There is a certain troll dictating into the journal.]

You know what would have been cool? If some of us could keep those powers we manifested when we got sick. I mean, come on, invulnerability? If I didn't use it for myself, I'd just use it for the next big bad that threatened the castle. I'm not that insensitive.

And it's not like my levels of pride would have changed, so I would just be the same old me, just ridiculously overpowered! If only...

[Sigh. Now some engines are revving!]

Well, my hopes and dreams aside, I found this wicked game over in the game room? It's called Sugar Rush, and it reminds of that human baby game Candy Land? Except the characters are in race cars? I don't even know, but it's not completely boring.

And it kind of makes me hungry, but whatever. Anyone who isn't a complete loser should come and challenge me! I'm tired of smoking these bots!

_{(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN. JOURNAL, IN PERSON. WHATEVER. GET YER KISSES HERE, TOO. PLANNED, UNPLANNED, IDEGAF. I JUST WANT YOUR SWEET SWEET CR!)}

3rd Repair ~ We Interrupt your regularily scheduled programming ~ [Dictated] ~ Forwarded to 10pm

[inharperwetrust]

[10pm rolls around, and, instead of the standard opening one would normally expect, this plays out over the journals and radios of Paradisa.

It plays for about a minute before fading into the background, the beats still there, as a voice comes over the top.]

Goooood evening, fair residents of Cair Paradisa. DJ Harper, here, standing in for the talented Hard Harry, who, unfortunately, is having some... technical difficulties at this moment. [Courtesy of Harper himself, but he's not gonna say that.]

( We interrupt this program with some breaking news... )

((OOC: Done with Ang's permission. Final question is a canon-specific one, he isn't expecting answers, but people are welcome to guess. Posted early because timezones and stuff. Stay frosty, guys.))

ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ sᴛᴏɴᴇs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ

[persequor]

[ Alone at the indoor pool, Arya grabs one of the pool chairs and throws it in the water. She does the same with the next. The one after has a heavier frame. It's a little difficult with only one hand, but she drags it toward the edge. It makes an ugly sound as the metal scrapes the floor. ]

[Dictated]

[biggestdreamer]

 [If anyone should happen to be in the lobby today, they might  be able to spot a certain Tamer sitting quietly in a hugely overstuffed chair and drawing.  It is a very peaceful scene.

Up until his new temporary loss starts.

It starts with a gradual golden glow that covers his skin and hides him from sight.  Suddenly it flashes brightly and vanishes, leaving behind an intricate projection of red grid lines constantly moving over the boys skin.  Anyone familiar with digital matters might be able to recognize the new addition to Takato's appearance as a grid frame.

Takato takes the sudden change with his customary reaction to surprising new events.  He panics, scrambles awkwardly to his feet, and somehow manages to trip over the edge of his chair and fall onto the ground.  After a few more seconds of panicking he manages to grab his journal and open it.]

Um, help!  Something just happened and I don't know what it is!

21 - Bandido Memory - Dictated|Action for LIBRARY

[radiantwingedone]

[ This sound, dear journal, is the irritated closing of a book a little too hard. He still likes books, so its not like he just goes and drops it on the floor or anything, but its a tiny bit of a slam. Another one opens, pages turn, and a sightly more irritated closing and setting aside. ]

Is there a reason that none of the books I am specifically interested in are in braille? [ Gasp, he's speaking properly. ]

Did no one assume that a mage blinded would wish to continue studying? [ This thunk may be Duke's head to the most recent book. Maybe he can get osmosis knowledge. Its a book on magic. It could, right? Right....

He's in a corner of the library, with a few stacks of books about. There's likely one of those nutcrackers somewhere nearby... ]

(Ooc: OPEN KISSING POST., planned and not, Come get him. As he's mentioned, Duke can't see, so he won't know there's one of the evil things nearby until odd urges to kiss people happen.)

⇒ 68

[whatialways_do]

[To say Max isn't pleased is probably the understatement of the century. Mostly because of the fact that she slept for a month. More than a month, if you really want to be technical, and she can't even comprehend how her body has managed to stay asleep that long.

But the other thing that's important is that she remembers Ames White. In that crazy, awkward sort of way that hadn't really minded not remembering who he was, and now she has to deal with the fact that the castle switched her loss to something else.

Awesome.]

First person who can sum up the past thirty three days for me in a sentence gets free drinks on me down at the Lux. Provided that I can still consider myself employed there.

[and with that she will head down to work to investigate that fact for herself. She'll also find out about her loss later, and man ... she will not be happy about it.

But that's a post for another day.]

[Open open open! Also open to action in the Lux, should you choose to accept it.]

Fifteen Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[What do they say? Better late than never? The Once-ler has finally organised the giant pile of crap he stole during that virus mess and, unsurprisingly, is no closer in figuring out what belongs to whom. So, very reluctantly, he's opening his journal to dictate into it]

That uh...virus mess. That was insane, wasn't it? Anyway, I might have ever so slightly and accidentally stolen a lot of things, and given you people don't put name labels on any of your stuff (seriously, there are like two hundred people in this place you should learn to label) I don't know where this stuff belongs.

So, if you're missing some stuff, just come to the top of the Impetus Tower. Chances are it's here. I've even organised it so you can get your things and leave as soon as possible.

[He hasn't noticed the nutcrackers. They're just more stuff added to piles of other stuff. Maybe someone collects them? There are weird people in this castle after all. Regardless, he remains oblivious to both them and their power]

[[OOC: Open for planned or unplanned kisses, feel free to have had him steal something of your chars during the sins plot if you wish, 'cause chances are he did]]

Dictated

[lordoflhant]

I guess it's winter and all, but...what's with the tree all lit up? I don't know anything about this kind of holiday but it seems really...nice. All lit up and pretty.

Would someone mind telling me about it? I figure if I'm here I should learn. I guess.

[ if you'd like to find him, he is currently in the general vicinity of the Christmas tree, hanging out being a shonen or whatever. Open for kisses! ]

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[takethat]

[It's five days until Hanukkah begins, this castle needs some decorations, and Phoenix is more than happy to oblige.

Against his better judgment (being that he broke his leg the last time), he's perched atop a ladder in the lobby, hanging big paper Stars of David, blue and white tinsel, and some truly tacky large plastic dreidel-shaped lights that seem to be blinking erratically, all semblance of rhythm gone.

He hasn't paid much mind to the castle's contribution to his decorating: a blue-clad nutcracker perched on a side table nearby. What a shame.

Instead, he just goes on whistling and hanging things from the walls, blissfully oblivious.]

((ooc: open for kissing from anyone!))

[In which Cimorene is about to encounter some surprises]

[chiefcookandlibrarian]

[Today Cimorene can be found in the kitchen, having propped up the journal on one counter as she works.  From the journal can be heard the sound of soft tuneless humming and the clatter of pans as she sorts through them.  Eventually she pauses and stares down at the piles of saucepans and frying pans with an affronted expression]

Surely there must be a flambe pan in here somewhere!

[She hasn't noticed the nutcracker sitting on the counter Post is open for kisses, planned and not..]