054. dictated

[foolreversed]

[Adachi's been holing himself up in his town apartment and avoiding the castle as well as the journal. Basically avoiding have to face what he did last month. Any time anyone from the castle saw him in town he'd get away as fast as possible.

He knows he went too far. He fucked up big, virus or not. And the worst part is, the last time there was no real way to recover from it.

It basically meant the end of him.

And in all honesty, he's a little scared of what it'll mean for him this time. Sure it was a virus but...

That's also why he can't keep avoiding this.

He starts out all cheerful:]

U-Um, h-hey there! Uh... b-been a while, hasn't it? [well not that long but.. he laughs nervously] Er, I just wanted to... I just wanted...

[but his tone drops like a sack of bricks. He can't keep this up. His next words are on the quieter side]

S...Sorry... For everything.

☠ 051

[molotov]

[Molotov is lounging in the lobby. This is her third Christmas, so she doesn't care about the stupid magical kissing anymore, especially not after the whole virus thing. What does it matter? It's going to happen no matter how hard people fight it, so she figures she won't. Besides, the castle's being pretty obvious about it this year -- birds and fairies can fly in unnoticed, but nutcrackers everywhere? Yeah, Molotov has definitely taken note of that.

But it's irrelevant. She hasn't even bothered to move the ones near her in the lobby.]

Just thought I would put out a warning for Christmas gifts this year. If you think you did not receive one from the castle, be sure to check in abnormal places. My gift last year was hidden inside a sealed bag of potato chips, and Samson found his gift from two years ago in the forest, deteriorated.

So do not put it past the castle to try making a fool of you.

( House )

[ OOC: Open for kissing, idec ]

xv. written

[heloise]

[ And here, in a practiced script: ]

Dear friends,

It is with great pleasure that I invite you to a night of merriment on the fifteenth of December. There will be much feasting and dancing with no rules to speak of, aside from upholding the right of every man to be joyful!

The honorable Henry Mills will serve as master of ceremonies, which is most fitting for the occasion. Do address all your compliments to him.


[ ooc; everyone's invited! replies can be anything, dictated or written ]

[006] a time to reap, and a time to sow;

[commandsthewind]

dictated;

[she's really just thinking out-loud, at what the time of year means.] ... At this time for year, more than any other is when my court comes together. Perhaps it is the darkness of the world otherwise? It leaves little want to be alone, makes you want for any sort of company. Nor do I think it is entire Christian to wish so, though that is the holiday I know best for this time of year. For who wouldn't seek out warmth and colour when all is so bleak? Granted, my arrogance says this is a poor showing for a castle -- and my love of my country says that nothing is better than my palace at Hampton bedecked as fits the season.

Blasphemy as my Church and Bishops would say it to speak of such thoughts... But take away Christ as he matters as a person, and what do you have? The birth of salvation, and salvation is another term for hope, in one manner of thinking. For that is what Christ is, once you strip down the rest of what humans would say or do. Redemption, perhaps as well. In the new year that much of the one past can be redo, or have new over again. In my regard, I merely hope for a peaceful year, free from war, free from conspiracy and if I am very lucky, free from suitors. [she can't take herself too seriously after all]

I think perhaps in the regard, it is not so... singular to one culture, religion or in this case -- world. [she hums softly a hymn, to herself.] Hope in the dark. Aye, there is something in that.

action; [for anyone hunting down kissing purposes]

[Elizabeth was in the library, browsing the shelves without much reason. It was just quiet and warm, her fingers running across the spines, taking them out at random, to read a page or two and put them back. How strange, paper was so easily made for many here. But it's just idle thoughts, she's not really interested in anything at all. Something might take her fancy, eventually.] 

Nineteenth House of Westeros ♛ Filtered/ Action

[songsandstories]

( [Arya] )

[Her room is stifling and after talking with her mother, she finds she cannot breathe properly. She runs from her room, barely dressed for the cold, and down to the stables. Her heart feels like it will beat from her chest.

Leaning on a wooden pole, she closes her eyes. She pushes out thoughts of her family, of Robb, of the Red Wedding, of her father's head. She tries to tell herself these are not her memories, but her lie is working less and less.]

quarante-trois ° dictated

[signedlefthanded]

It's almost sun down, so anyone who would like to celebrate Hanukkah, regardless of your religious background, is welcome to come to my shop for the blessing and some food. I've certainly made enough.

Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate it.

ooc: post is here. It's completely open, and Violet totally has presents for her close cr.

Case: 14 Action/Dictated

[unnaturalpause]

[Through out the day people may see a sloth bear lurking about the castle, casually going about it's way and occasionally getting into trouble. Either by sticking it's nose into things it probably shouldn't or just being a bear in a castle.

Eventually however, it can be seen running and then climbing up a tree, a shoe in it's mouth (that it may or may not have stolen from a certain vampire genius), that it promptly puts in the tree. But instead of a bear coming out of the tree, James does, and by coming out, he practically fell out of it to the ground.

And of course there's a journal nearby to hear his grumbling as he sits up under the tree, brushing himself off.]

While I am thankful for the experience, I'm not for the experience of reliving a part of my misadventures in my youth. [Namely falling out of a tree.] And you couldn't have bothered to leave me fully dressed, could you? It's freezing out here. [And by fully dressed he means he's missing his jacket and a couple other appreciated but unneeded articles of clothing.]

((OOC: Open over the journal, as a bear or after falling out of the tree. Open also for any kissmass shenanigans.))]

474 ❀ backdated to earlier this morning

[ino]

[Time to do some good old-fashioned meddling! First up is a couple of typed notes pasted in the journal for a certain two derps.]

( Tsuna )

( Giotto )

[And then a little talk with two other emotional derps.]

( Zelos )

( Sheena )

[And, way later, there's another filter appearing here]

( Once-ler )

010 - Fa La La La La

[silentrunning]

[Chell's standing in the lobby, staring at a nut cracker, journal in hand. After a few minutes of wondering what the hell these little doll things are, she cracks open her journal and writes a question to the residents at large.]

What are these little wooden doll things?

[She experimentally pokes at the nutcracker she was just staring at. they're so weird!]

OOC: Open for kisses.

change.

[wield]

[ You can hear the sound of her clicking the mouth of a Nutcracker. The journal is opened up in her lap; she was going to say something but the words just weren't coming out of her mouth... and she realized when push came to shove that it wasn't something that just so easily rolled of the tongue like she had anticipated. A few more clicks before the sound of something clashing--most likely her pushing the nutcracker over. ]

I don't remember there being so many of these things last year. [ It was a distraction more than anything, as she sits up in her chair in the lobby and looks around. ] Creepy, much?



[ Feel free to use this for kissing stuff. ♥ ]

(no subject)

[checklist]

All right. I know that everypony's preoccupied with this... um, kissing. Against your wills. I can see why that's a pretty big deal for all of you. But I have an important question for everypony.

What happened to those magical items that cured the sickness? Are they stored away safely, in case of a resurgence? I hope somepony's thought about that and taken it into consideration, but it's not too late if not. Let's get them stored away safely so we can be prepared.

Thaaaat's pretty much it.



Oh, wait, one more thing. No kissing in the library.