Two Programming Wizards -- Backdated to earlier in the afternoon

[wizard_redfive]

[There’s a soft rustle as the journal opens, and Dairine’s excited voice can be heard, though somewhat muted as she is facing away.] Seriously. They need to hear about this.

[Then she clears her throat, and her voice comes in louder.]

Hello, my fellow Paradisians! Have you finally started dethawing yet? I hope so because I don’t know about you, but after spending the last week or so huddled around a wizard’s fire I’m ready for a little adventure! And I just so happen to have a brand new map of the Insolitus. Me and Alan are gonna check it out. Any other takers?

[Alan opens his own journal rather than moving to speak into Dairine’s.]

Those who are interested, we’ll be leaving the morning of the 27th. We’ll make it as far as we can before we return on the night of the 29th. That gives us three days.

A friend of mine [thank you, Gibson] thought that somehow the Castle’s magic came to the Castle through the Insolitus. There’s also the Lost Room to think about, not to mention what might be past it. Anyone who’s been on an expedition into the Insolitus before would be a big help, too. I’ve never gone farther in than a half hour’s walk.

( More under the cut )

Well, we’ll see you then. In the meantime, have a happy holiday.

((Open invitation for those who would like to go Bit hunting exploring. Alan is blue and Dairine is green! Exploration log here!))

i. kitchen.

[ex_garroter234]

[Micheletto is in the kitchen.

He is sort of exploring all this crazy fresh produce you lot have access to in the castle, in particular puzzling over the New World/future stuff (what is a potato, etc). There are vegetables and fruit spread out on the counters and table. At the moment, he's not really bothering with any of that though, too busy poking at one of the nutcrackers that had found its way in here.

He eyes the journal he has laid out on the counter for a second, then swats the tomato sitting on it to the floor and opens it up.

Talking to a book is really strange and odd, so he writes instead.]

What is the purpose of these wooden dolls?

[... staring at a book and waiting for a magical response is also bizarre, so he sets it down and goes back to playing with the nutcracker.]

[ooc. this also counts as a kissmas post X-( in person or over the journal, though all responses to the latter will be written!]

xvi. written, action

[heloise]

For those observing the fast and those who are not, [ which means everyone ] we have prepared a feste dei sette pesci, a feast of seven fishes, if you would be gracious enough to join our family in celebrating this Christmas Eve.

Ortus Tower, 1708.

( la vigilia; the vigil )

♛ two

[emboldens]

[ Settling in should have been reassuring, or at least as much as it could be considering the circumstances, but now Igraine has more questions than answers. And not about the castle or this world. She's met a version of her son and, not long after, someone that was his world's version of Morgan. Before deciding to go for a walk, she had attempted to write a letter to each but could not find the right words. What she had to say, she finally decided, needed to be spoken in person.

Goodness, her mind is reeling.

So! In order to sort through her thoughts (though Merlin is probably not far behind), she's decided to roam the castle. Even if there were people here, most were strangers to her. She will greet them fondly nonetheless. Once she's had time to reflect, she finds herself in the lobby admiring more of the decorations.

After wandering for an hour or so, she retreats to the kitchen for some cocoa making and opens her journal. ]

Though I am unaccustomed to such decorations, I find them no less beautiful. However..

Should anyone find themselves burdened by the cold, I hope you will not mind me extending an invitation of hot chocolate in the kitchen. I warn you, it is only my second attempt making it. But I would not offer it were it undrinkable. [ A part of her secretly hopes that Arthur and Morgana will join her, but she isn't so sure. Their meeting, she's certain, was not only jarring for her. ]

[ooc; Also counts as a last minute, unplanned kissmas post. Pay no mind to Ceiling!Merlin.]

Fourth Legend

[kingsgambit]

( Arthur )

( Morgana )

[His task for the Pendragon family, or rather the ones here and he's taken upon himself to meddle with, done, he sets himself up in the lobby on a sofa, a few pieces of wood in hand as he works on carvings for various people.]

I'd ask about how many of you are royalty, but I think I'd very much regret asking, much like I'd regret asking about parties. But I've never been one to value my peace of mind, so tell me, how many of you claim a title of power or importance or similar? [Asking outright probably wouldn't get him very far, but hey it's a start. He likes to keep track of such things after all and Igraine's arrival has made him think about such things.]

((ooc: Open for kissmass shenanigans as well!))

006 - A Song I'd Like to Sing

[fistfullofmagic]

[Perhaps the average person would spend their Christmas Eve wrapping the last of their presents, or perhaps spending time with their loved ones. Certainly they would rather be inside where it is warm and dry.

...Dhaos has not been normal in a very long time.

If anyone happens to travel to the roof this night, the man can be found sitting with his Tyranitar. It's not terribly well-lit up there at the moment, but the soft glow Dhaos is giving off makes the duo hard to miss, reflecting off the falling snow.]


((ooc: Also open as a Kissmas post.))

[007] and what have you done?

[commandsthewind]

[accidental dictation; open]

[the pages flicker open, and there is just a stain of ink running down the page before an almighty smash of glass, and a series of thumps as other things fall. Then inky fingerprints smearing across the journal pages, before it blots with little drops of water.]

How could you? [broken, soft and desperate. Pleading to someone that would never answer, taking shaky breaths so close to tears. Then her voice turns louder, deeper with a colder rage that boomed out of her.] How could you?!

[then there is the sound of ripping, a page from her journal, before it slams shut.]

[ooc// set after this. action is totally welcome if you feel like dealing with brokeness on christmas.]

22 - Jugem - Dictated + Gift Filters

[radiantwingedone]

[ Really, the first noise through this is the dinging of a timer. ]

.... If any are wanted, cookies are in the kitchen. [ And they might be a little well-done - not to the point of being blackened, but to the point of the cookies being dry enough to fall apart fairly easily. But the smell of apple-caramel shouldn't throw anyone off, because that's what the cookies are. Oatmeal-apple-caramel.

Someone tell him that the stacks are starting to collapse elsewhere off his cooking rack? Or maybe help him cook them so he doesn't take them out as late as he is. He'll reward help with fresh cookies- ]


[ And because he has... just about everything he was thinking about giving people... He might as well while they're still warm? It doesn't matter if they're early-

Spoilers. They're almost all plates of cookies. And Dreamwidth has hidden a great deal of the cuts so check please? ]


[ ( Clint )

[ ( Clow )

[ ( Sheena )

[ ( Felix )

[ ( Vanyel )

⇒ 87

[ofhope]

( Spike Spiegel, Alice Morgan, Penny, Sherlock Holmes, Tohru Adachi )

( Colette Brunel )

( Lucrezia Borgia )

10th Card [written]

[legacydeck]

There are handmade chocolate truffles in the kitchen, for those who like such things. A few different flavors, too, though I may have forgotten to label the plates.

[He didn't forget, it's just more amusing this way. None of them are particularly hideous, but not everyone like espresso]

[Filtered to adults]

The ones with alcohol in them are in the cabinets above the second stove.

[/Filter]

Merry Christmas, everyone.