1/021: And you can lean with it.

[wheatdos]

[Nothing like some music to go with your day.

Go on Paradisa; it will certainly be a sight to see all of the preparations that are being made for the queen, surely. The sights, the smells, the new people... but there was one thing that would probably cut right through your little observation fest. It'd be hard to do whatever you were doing without hearing a distant drone of a particular beat, echoing down the halls.

God forbid you be near it's source.

THIS IS BEING PLAYED EXCEPTIONALLY LOUD.

.

And by exceptionally, it was really loud.
Obnoxiously loud.
Find all the synonyms for "really" and put it before loud and you'd get how loud he was.
The kind worth covering your ears to to keep your ears from bursting.

Cue Wheatley, walking in, a boombox balancing perfectly on his shoulder as he grinned a row of diamond plated teeth.

Nothing out of the ordinary here.
He's singing right along too.

It's best if someone tells him to turn it down.]

(  Cut for Visuals )

1st Sortie

[solowingpixy]

[This was more than a little unexpected, waking up in a strange bed located in a lavish room when he had gone to sleep in the home of a civilian living in an area of a nuclear detonation. Needless to say it was far nicer, but it didn't make sense in the slightest. There was only one possible explanation that he could come up with, the open journal catching the rustling of a blanket and a faint chuckle.]

So, the Demon Lord has finally dragged me down to Hell...

[Though 'fancy' wasn't the word that would come to mind to describe Hell at all. He walks around the room a little, noticing the journal from the corner of his eye and making a note to glance through it shortly, as soon as he takes in his surroundings. He goes to the door, opening it and taking a brief glance around the second floor hallway, making a faint smirk appear on his face.]

It was nice of him to even make a reservation for me. Though this isn't quite what I was expecting.

I wonder if he's even here...

[ooc: journal or action, either is fine! he's peering out the door of room 203. c:]

action / dictated

[checklist]

[ A regal winged unicorn is walking amongst the preparations for the Feast, snapping orders to ghosts (or whoever else is doing the actual work). Cold disdain seems to radiate from her, even as she scrutinizes the work. Everything must be perfect. ]

The checklist, Twilight Sparkle.

[ Luna spares a glare for the sun. No time to fix that, unfortunately.

Twilight nodded as she consulted the checklist being levitated by her magic. ] We’re currently five minutes ahead of schedule. And if we continue at the current pace, we should be set up with plenty of time to spare. [ She tore her eyes from the checklist to see the ghosts and townspeople they recruited to help set everything up. There were some fellow... residents... as well, but eh. ] The schedule, of course, isn’t taking into account any breaks, for either meals or sleep, for any of the workers. But, for the sake of getting everything done in an orderly fashion, I’m sure they won’t mind.

They shan’t, if I have aught to say about it. [ Displeasing the Queen is not a good idea.

She’s trotting past barrels of beer when she spots a colorful piece of paper tacked onto the side of the stable. Pin the tail on the...what now?

… ] What incompetent foal placed this here??

[ Twilight sees it. She sees it and furiously moves through her checklist, eyes roaming across it half-mad as she unfurls it to its full length (it’s about three times as long as Twilight.) ] I- I don’t know! There’s nothing about this sort of game on my checklist at all! [ And who wouldn’t follow her checklist!?

A blue glow surrounds the paper, carefully furled up so the image is hidden. It floats towards Twilight, along with an equally colorful box full of pins and tails. ] This ne’er existed, Twilight Sparkle. [ Luna grabs the journal and filters it away from the King and Queen. Her voice is all silk and steel. ]

[ Filtered away from the King and Queen ]

’Twould be to our mutual benefit if all parties were to refrain from engaging in foalish games that would upset the new Queen, yes? Any manner of game involving a particular equid with a missing tail will be in rather poor taste this New Year’s.

[ Ugh. Now they’re going to be behind schedule, aren’t they? ]

twenty two ► tomorrow never knows

[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

I'm not sure where this feast thing came from, but I can't complain about free food.

[SOME PEOPLE NEVER CHANGE. The journal picks up the sound of scraping in the background; he's carving something out of wood.]

So... Some people make a list of things they want to get done in the next year. Resolutions, or whatever. Does anyone have anything interesting? I can never think of what to put down.

jukebox selection H04 - next year ; foo fighters

[huntersdaughter]

[There's a deep breath that gets picked up before the speaking starts. Jo's seen how many people have left recently and the hits keep coming.]

Max... [She pauses, frowning a bit.]

Anyone that had been here in the Lux for the past few years had Max wait on them at least once. If I wasn't here at the Lux, she was. Which is why it really sucks to find out that she's gone home. [Especially since Jo knows what's back home for her.]

My original plan had been to have a New Years Eve party at the bar, but instead -- with all the people getting taken back home lately -- I'm just going to open the bar up for anyone to stop by and have a drink.

[Jo takes another breath and puts her stubborn on overdrive.]

Open bar, I'll put out some food, and maybe we can all just take a moment to remember the year.

[a beat, since she knows she has to get something to keep her busy.] Also, if anyone wants to swing by and help me piece together the events from the last year - castle related or not, I'd be more than happy to listen and see if we can't start keeping better track of the things that happen to us.


( Winchesters )

004 ♔ written;

[untilmydarknessgoes]

So does everybody here celebrate New Years the right way? Or is there some twist I'm not aware of?

[He pauses a very long time before adding a filter. Damon is pretty certain he shouldn't be offering his help at all. Definitely not for this. And definitely not to her. But he's got a title to protect here, so what's one more likely bad decision?]

[Lana]

I'll play your love interest. Set up the little double date with Lucrezia if you want.

[Short, sweet, & to the point because otherwise he's going to write something more scathing, sarcastic, & bitchy.]

(no subject)

[billiardsplz]

[Filtered from all the drunk or affected or whatever's going on]

Is it in the water again? 'Cause last year everyone kept getting drunk off anything.

zhinda

[draca]

Surely I cannot be the only one who notices something odd is happening? [ There is a clear level of displeasure in her voice, sleep has not come easy since someone decided it was a good idea to start those ungodly sounds he calls music.

Whatever the noise is, it pierces through multiple floors and manages to reach her, loud enough to make her regret her decision to retire to the castle for the winter months. ]

Though it is of little surprise, I suppose, this place cannot go long without one strange happenstance or another.

Either way I have a request should any of a kind heart is willing to aid me, I request shelter for the winter months, within the city if possible. The castle brings no comfort to me and I do not want to linger within it's walls longer than I have to.

It shall only be until the summer winds return [ As this weirdo place has short winters. ] and I will repay whomever for your hospitality.

one ✦ action/dictated

[axwielding]

[Without a doubt this was not any area that she'd been to before, nor where she belonged. Her memory recalled moving towards the others after Zelos's rescue with no head damage that should have lead to her blacking out. The chances of her getting hit onto of the head from behind were of a sixty-two percent. It's as she leaves her room to begin exploring the halls of the castle that she opens up the journal and begins dictating.]

...An unfamiliar surrounding. Chances of this being within Tethe'alla are zero percent, low chances of Sylvarant.

[She goes quiet, observing the castle of a moment longer. There was something odd about this castle.]

Zelos has failed to be located, as has Regal, the Professor and the others. [another beat.]

An explanation to my surrounding would be helpful, as to why I have arrived here. Something is wrong with this castle.. [or rather, something felt wrong. Though it might just be the fac that she shouldn't be here.]

[For the meanwhile, anyone is free to notice the small pig-tailed girl examining the interior of the castle.]

VLX

[wilder]

[Zelos can be found near the stables, where there's been the setting up to the feast. He seems to be pacing with what seems to be nothing but nervous energy, wringing his hands and glancing around]

I'm really excited for the Feast tomorrow, but... [He makes a nervous whine sound as he trails off, pacing again before he seems to get distracted by the scenery]

The snow sure is pretty....

[Oh right, he's supposed to be wallowing in misery. So he continues on with his pacing, seemingly oblivious to anyone or anything that's going on around him.]

(no subject)

[lonenoble]

[UNSC filter]

Now that the castle is being more cooperative regarding me leaving my room...  I noticed a change in our numbers.  It's just me and you Freelancers now.  Noble Two is gone.  If you need to talk or want to work out where that leaves us and make plans, let me know.  I don't really want to go back to playing lone wolf now that my team is gone, and I made a promise to someone that I'm hoping to keep.

[/UNSC filter]

Well, a new year is almost here...  Never really had the time to celebrate holidays before this place.  I'm kind of curious what traditions other worlds might have for it.

❤10 [dictated]

[whathedoves]

[With the Feast of Fools coming up, Yuuya seems to have become extremely deadpan.]

Time for the Feast? Already?

[He makes an extremely unimpressed 'hnh' noise. Deadpan and unimpressed.]

Maybe some of you could actually pull your weight. For once. It's a lot of work. I can't do everything myself.

Let's have fewer public displays of affection this year.

[Jackasses.]

Dictated

[dupable]

So... at least everyone isn't drunk year? Which I guess is an improvement... sort of? It's not really much of one though. Sometimes I wonder if one year we will be allowed to have a big holiday that doesn't go completely crazy, or even just a little weird! Just one where nothing really happens and we can have a normal celebration.

I am almost certain we won't though, or if we ever do then no one will believe it and it's gonna ruin the day for us anyway because we are waiting for things to go wrong.

Speaking of! Do you guys think anything is gonna happen when midnight hits? Some weird castle trick or...?

(no subject)

[builds]

Okay, really, can somebody please explain to me what, exactly, this Feast thing is? Just a big fancy dinner for New Year's? Because everybody's talking about it and this is the first time I've heard of it.

Way to keep me out of the loop, guys. And I thought you were all my friends.

(no subject)

[persequor]

Filter: AWAY from those pretending to be residents

The people acting strange are not who you think. They're impostors. I'm certain they're planning something and they're sworn to silence on pain of death. Mayhaps someone else will have better luck getting information. The one pretending to be Zelos is especially stupid.


Filter: Those who know Zelos excluding the douchebags excluded from the first filter
When was the last you saw him acting like himself? Does anyone know of him now?


Filter: Zelos Wilder. The REAL one not the stupid asshat who clearly never knew him and stinks too B(
If you can see this at all… Please, please come back. You can't—

You had better be safe, stupid.