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[truestsciences]

that human holiday wwasnt all that bad in retrospect
evven if there wwas some creep named santa wwho left me some wweird sort a lowwblood type swweets




i didnt knoww wwe could get things from our wworlds though
guess i should finally go see howw this compares

[Curious about what that thing Eridan got from his world is? Well, just head to the courtyard. He'll be there, holding a rather unusual rifle.

If you stick around, you can even see him aiming at the sky and firing. Anyone afraid of lightning or thunder might not want to stick around, though, because this gun is flashy and loud.]


((ooc: for Christmas Eridan got Ahab's Crosshairs! For non-Homestucks, Ahab's Crosshairs is a super-powered rifle that shoots lighting and can pierce through gigantic flying whales like it ain't no thing, amongst other things.))

60; action/dictated

[gottaknockhard]

( Room 705 )

[The voice over the journal sounds disproportionately irritated for someone who was just given a gift from the castle. Judging by the shouted whisper of "quit whining" that comes through the pages, whatever is behind him knows exactly what he's about to do.]

Who wants a dog?

(no subject)

[checklist]

Well, this was certainly a very nice Hearth's Warming Eve... or Christmas, I suppose.

[ A small hoot can be heard in agreement. ]

It seems like Owlowiscious agrees with me. He arrived right on Christmas day, perhaps as a present from the castle. [ Another hoot. ]

So if anypony sees an owl around the library, that would be Owlowiscious. He helps me out with my library duties back home, so he'll be helping around at the library here as well, especially at night.

But anyway, back to the topic of the holiday. I spent a lot of time picking out presents for all of my friends. I hope they enjoy them. [ THEY ALL GOT BOOKS... ] And Zelos, too. [ Also books. ]

And thank you to everypony who got me a present. I love all of them very much! So thank you.

65

[cheerupemoborg]

( Written to Shego/Backdated to this Morning )

[At some point in the evening, an anonymous message was written into the journal. It goes a little something like this.]

Good evening, Paradisa.

Are you all feeling well? I hope not. It wouldn't be fair. You see, over the years I've gotten sick and tired of watching you freaks and mongrels eat my food, breathe my air, and use my castle without even a shred of recompense.

So here's what's going to happen: you're all going to move out into the Dead Zone - also technically my property - and you will stay there. Deal?

Deal.

However, should you decide to be uncooperative, we can play some games instead. To start, later tonight I will be entertaining three [Four, actually, but they don't need to know that] guests at a random location in the City Royale. Keep your eyes peeled, and your ears open. Perhaps you can join us.
 

 

-Signed,
Mr. Many

P.S.: I'm sorry, I forgot to mention - if you don't join us, said guests won't live long enough to see sunrise. How's that for incentive?

ooc:cool stuff here

❀ Episode 01 ❀

[therealrisette]

 [Rise awakes with a bit of a start. Had she fallen asleep? The last thing she remembered was taking a break during the filming of a new commercial. And now she...]

Huh?!

[... A castle?! But the commercial she was filming today was supposed to be for a new cell phone model. What would a castle set have to do with that? Did she wander off into another part of the studio?

Not seeing anyone else around, she speaks her thoughts in a quiet mutter.]

Oh man, this is bad. I can't just wander off set like that!  Inoue-san worries so much about me as it is...

[She thinks back to the previous year. The year she quit being an idol. The year she met some of her closest friends, discovered her power, and even helped them solve a murder case. It couldn't be her health. She's stronger than that.]

... This bed is really comfy, though. I'd toootally sneak off set to try something like this out!

[She lets out an almost childish giggle at that, as if she were getting away with something she shouldn't. She doesn't remember sneaking off, though, and her mirth quickly gives way to frustration.]

Uuuggghhh, why can't I remember how I got here?!

[She pulls herself to her feet with a twinge of reluctance - the bed really is comfy. But she really should be getting back, and that means she has to figure out where in the studio she even is. She steps cautiously toward the door, trying to keep her footsteps as quiet as they possibly could be in a castle.

But isn't this just a set? She reaches out, cautiously, to open the door...]

... Wooow, is this real?! Someone must really want this place to look authentic!

[The door creaks open as she peeks through to the other side...]

{{OOC: Rise's on the seventh floor, apparently. Open to anyone who wants to help introduce a newbie!}}