3 Swords in the Stone

[reigne]

[It's a long time, before he says it. His conversation with Merlin, and Igraine after their absolutely awful introduction to each other. It's primarily, the factor that she's dead, as his own mother is, and that this is the only opportunity she shall have, to know any form of her son...That gets him to give in]

My mother, Igraine Pendragon, has recently arrived within the castle. I trust you will all treat her kindly.

[It would seem like an odd thing to announce, if it weren't for the fact that he's making a gesture; to her, and perhaps to Merlin. But he's still not entirely pleased about it, which is precisely why he's decided to venture into the stables. It's quiet here, and a ride will help him clear his head...His favourite hobby, next to hunting.

Except he can't seem to move past idly holding on to the reigns with one hand, and leaning his head on the horses neck and just breathing, trying to steady himself. He hopes if his own mother, from his world, ever learns of this...That she'll not take offence. That she would forgive him.

His father would not have]


[ooc: backdated to Christmas day, for over the journal, or in person for last minute smooches, if you would like]

9 Lanterns; Dictated

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

[The best few days, Rapunzel's been taking Pascal on a tour of the castle and the grounds, so many may have seen the young woman with her chameleon, chattering away to him, stopping to wave at those she knows only briefly. But now, she's finally content with what he knows of this place, and it's time to show some gratitude.]

Thank you so much for the gifts, guys! And I hope everyone got their things all right. [In addition to what was mentioned on the meme, Rapunzel gave everyone she's talked to and exchange names with in the castle a thermos of hazelnut soup.] My friend Pascal is here now, too! I can't wait for all of you to meet him. Just, um... He's kind of hard on new people. [There's a chattering sound, and then mumbling from Rapunzel.] Well, you are.

( Garry, Spike, Aradia, Vriska, Ino )

( Once-ler )

Belated Christmas Gifts (Back-dated to Dec. 25/26)

[wishmadeinfire]

( Felix )

 

64

[cheerupemoborg]

( Outside Luke's Room )

25-Action (Backdated to christmas day.)

[jimfromit]

[ It would take something special to get Jim "The Grinch" Moriarty out from his hidey hole on Christmas day.

However if he didn't leave then how would he be able to show off his lovely Christmas present the castle has given him? On top of his head sits an exact replica of the Crown of the queen mother...the very one he "borrowed" from the Tower of London.

Of course it is a fake, it's just quite a convincing fake and seems very out of place on him.

So he's just casually sitting at his laptop in the lobby with the crown on his head in a blatant attempt to show it off to the world.

Why don't you come give the attention whore what he wants?]

10. 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

[pompous_today]

I don't know if many of you knew them, but Wash and Zoe Washburne have left Paradisa. They were from my world, so I am alone [he quickly crosses this word out] the sole person in Paradisa from it once again.

[A dot as his pen rests on the page, but he can't think of anything more to write.]

6th Diamond [Action]

[yay_heiress]

[If you happen to be out and about the castle this fine evening, you might run into London. And she's not alone! Today, London's got a pink rhinestone leash looped around her dainty wrist and on the other end is a fluffy lap dog of a Pomeranian. Of course, the dog is in her arms, the leash acting as more of a gaudy decoration for the moment.]

Isn't the decor here just beautiful, Ivanna? From the outside, it doesn't seem any bigger than our castle back home, but in here, it goes for miles! Whoever decorated in here must be pretty good at Feng Shui, huh?

[By the good graces of the castle, London has received her best friend, her little dog Ivanna, as a Christmas present, and she couldn't be happier! Say hi? Perhaps she'll introduce you!]

#001 - The New Adventures of Supergirl

[kryptonian]

[Kara Zor-El is having quite the day.

One minute she's coasting over Metropolis, and the next she's dangling from the ceiling in the lobby. Literally dangling by a giant red ribbon, twisted around her body from shoulder to ankle, complete with a giant Christmas bow somewhere behind her back. She swings there for a moment, taking in her surroundings, and then she gives a huff of exasperation, blowing her bangs out of her face. Is this a Toyman thing? It seems like a Toyman thing. Somehow.]

Alright, Toy-boy. This is the worst yet.

[She looks around herself again, this time scanning through walls. She can see through solid objects and at microscopic to telescopic levels, but she can't see behind her own head, where there is a huge tag that reads "From Paradisa, To Stephanie".]

Five seconds before I start melting things. Five, four, three...

4th Repair ~ [Dictated] ~ [Backdated to the 26th]

[inharperwetrust]

[There's a loud clattering over the journals to welcome you to Boxing Day morning, before a voice filters out over.]

Well, festive greetings, or whatever you folks like to call it. Seamus Harper here, bringing you a deal you can't resist. You ever wanted something electrical, but you couldn't ask the castle for it? Robotics, electronics, all the comforts of your homes but couldn't bring yourself to bring down karmic retribution on yourselves for asking our captors?

Look no further!

I, Seamus Harper, will happily build anything you so desire, as long as it's plausible. I won't be building no mech suits or star ships. That would take too long and cost a lot. But anything else, or help on projects, or even some advice, I'll be happy to help out.

For a small fee, of course. But, don't despair, because I'm offering my first job absolutely free until the end of January, mostly for those skeptics that don't believe I'm a genius. Call it a winter sale.

What've you got to lose?

( Filtered to Church )

---

( Filtered to Mark Hunter/Hard Harry )

Reluctant gift givings

[originalcopy]

The gifts are left unceremoniously at peoples doors.  in whatever packaging was handy at the moment to put them in.

( Mavis )

( Harper )

( Mistress )

( Mark/Harry )