5th Event Horizon - dictated

[macgyverd_it]

In light of the recent comments of our residence D.J. I got a bit nostalgic. So, for those who want some, I'll be making hot cocoa today. I'll be in the kitchen some of the time and out with thermoses as well.

If you would like some old fashioned hot cocoa, marshmallows on request, just let me know.

3rd widows web - written

[well_assembled]

So, it seems this is the holiday season, I suppose it's appropriate to wish you all the best. I don't know many of you, but for what it's worth Желаю тебе счастливого Рождества.


[Filtered to Avengers types]

( filter )

6th sweater: a candy corn cane

[bezazzled]

[The journal picks up the rustling of sheets and some groaning. This is followed by the sound of a young girl stretching. It's Mabel, and she's just opening her eyes from her week-long coma nap that was hoisted upon her by her own recklessness.

She stares up at the somewhat unfamiliar ceiling for just a moment...

Before she bolts upright in her bed and shouts rather loudly:]

SUMMERWEEN!

02 DNA Strands

[kid_apocalypse]

( Filtered to Charlie Cluster-7//Private )

( Filtered to Good Guys and Hero-types, and The Avengers )

[With those filters done, Evan can be found in the lobby, sliding back and forth as much as his winter boots will allow, playing with the penguins, while occasionally glancing at his journal as he slides by it.]

041 spells cast

[kungfuwitch]

( Friends of Peter Petrelli )

( Friends )

( Room Filter )

2nd kick of the mares leg - dictated

[zoe_alleyne]

[Filter (as best she can) away from Hoban Washburne]



I can't even believe I'm asking this but... does anyone know where I can get my hands on some ugly shirts or plastic dinosaurs? It's for a gift.

Second Scribbling

[zoes_wash]

[Filtered - after considerable effort and after a fashion - from Zoe]

Hey, uh, looking for a rifle. I know, not my thing, but one of those short ones, with the whole...pull the trigger guard down to cock it action? Preferably with, like, some etching on the wood or something like that? No fancy colors.

Gift idea. Need help. Tried wishing, got something with a cork in the end attached to a string.

On Wrapping

[fishesandfights]

Ok, seriously, I've never figured this out.

I have pulled high-gee maneuvers in a Fighting Falcon and traveled across the whole damn universe. Or, ok, fine, parts of it. But wrapping paper?

Eludes me.

And I'm still early, right? Not sure on the whole 'calendar' thing here.

Welcome to the 17th Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

( Cut for presents )

( Katniss, Dairine, Steve )

( Duke )

[And Peeta is spending the day drinking hot chocolate and doodling in a notebook, snuggled up on a couch in the lobby with his journal sitting open beside him.]

[ooc: If I missed anyone, feel free to plurk or PM me. Feel free to talk to him over the journal if you got a present, or have action in the lobby.]

❥ 9 [dictated/action]

[whathedoves]

[Backdated a smidge. Polar bears!! There are bears. Bears. The bears have soda.]

I think if I were to compare the two, I've had much better luck with bears than cats so long as I've been here. Maybe if I were a penguin, things wouldn't have gone so well?

What a positively lovely young mother! Do give her your love, all right? Being a responsible parent and so generous at the same time is difficult!

[A bird Yuuya's size should absolutely not be consuming the amount of caffeine he currently is. Despite what a bad idea is, he's hanging around the lobby tree with his Coke, dressed for winter in a scarf and some kind of polar fleece jacket.

There's a momentary pause in the dictation - presumably so he can dip his beak into the pop for a drink.]

Days like this, I'm reminded of the holidays of my youth! There would have been an extremely extravagant party by now at the household where I spent most of my childhood.

I'm afraid my dates weren't always very well approved of, though! Ah, extended family.

For that reason alone, I daresay this year might outstrip all these memories just yet!

... Perhaps I'll see if she's free this evening.

[Sugar.

He's free for in-person interaction, as well, of course - of the bird kissing variety ("pecking" - get it?), or just to be reminded that birds probably should not want to buy the world a Coke.]

♔ un || christmas eve

[ensorceler]

[ Written most elegantly; ]

My Dearest and Most Beloved Elizabeth,

I bring you the most blessed of tidings. Can you guess? I will let you take a few moments to make use of your wit and figure it out while I continue on. (Come now, surely it would be obvious to you!)

Your father, the King, is doing quite well. He is of good cheer and fine health, God bless His Majesty. He asks after you, and I promised I would send word of his love and ever present concern for you, my sweet rose.

And speaking of such, while we were in the gardens just recently, I discovered the most beautiful of roses. Though the King insisted I not touch it for the thorns it bore, I daresay I had it cut anyhow! And wouldn't you know, the thorns harmed me not. It reminded me of you, and so I had it pressed as I read of once in a book. It is my sincerest wish that you look upon it and know of my eternal love and devotion to you.

Oh, I cannot keep silent on the matter any longer! Have you guessed yet? No? Well then, I will tell you, but only because such tidings should be shared. You will soon have a little—

[ The writing is drawn to a sudden halt, interrupted by the sound of a woman's soft sigh, and then the clattering of odds and ends being dragged off the table by said woman as she slides to the frozen floor with a thump. ]

[ ooc; Any journal comments will be responded to after Anne's been awoken by Elizabeth and had the 411 dished out! ]