Puzzle 005

[tapshoetomove]

[Getting kidnapped and trapped in a building filled with bombs was not how Luke expected to spend the last week before the new year. Even after being rescued, he's been avoiding his room like the plague. After all Mr. Many knew exactly where he was staying, so he didn't want to wait around to be caught again.

The downside to that is well, he doesn't exactly have a place to stay in the meantime. So this message will come late in the evening as Luke wanders the halls looking for a place to settle down.]

Does anyone know a good place to sleep? There's um...something wrong with my room.

I know it's getting late but would anyone like to hear a few puzzles? It's a good way to get our minds of this cold weather.

[Written.]

Who is Mr. Many?

XLVI

[wilder]

[Hey guess who is back and is in a piss-poor mood? A mood that was fueled not only by being sent to some freaky mirror world but discovering a close friend had gone home? And thus, it's time for some melodramatics after reading a couple of the entries to try to catch up on what happened]

Ac- Kallen's gone home for anyone who knew her.

Now with that out of the way-

Dude! Seriously people, what gives?! I, the great Zelos Wilder, was kidnapped, thrown into some freaky-ass world possibly to never been seen again! I nearly got eaten like, twice! [once, but details] And don't even get me started on everything else that happened!

And finally, after much toil and torment, I make my way back to this castle and what do I find? You were all busy with throwing a FEAST! Not worrying about the idea of never hearing my wonderful voice again! Or you know, about those other people that got nabbed- Seriously, where's the love?!

[a small annoyed noise] Whatever! I hope you guys at least had the decency to serve good beer! If you didn't, then I am nothing but ashamed of all of you! [Because clearly throwing a feast with sucky alcohol in his absence is the worst insult of all!!]

Now if someone could tell me what I've missed since I was kidnapped that isn't about that feast, that'd be great. Hearing it from a lovely woman's voice would be much preferred. ♥

( Arya )

(no subject)

[secondchances]

Hi. I have this sneaking suspicion that I missed a lot, seeing as it's now January and I think I was kidnapped. So much for my little get together for the new year.

[There's a few metallic clatters here, one of them is drawn out as a ring spins to a slow stop on her desk.]

I also seem to have way more Renaissance-style jewelry than I remember, and that doesn't bode well. Uh, Lucrezia...?

There seems to be a lack of mass confusion, so I'm guessing it was only a few of us that... what? Got stuck in a--I don't even know what that was, really.

Sooooo. Care to fill me in? Anyone? Please tell me I wasn't turned into an old woman or something and just don't remember that.

27 (shortly after the ending of the Feast of Fools)

[takethat]

[Staring at the empty door, sans nameplate, Phoenix can feel his throat burning with the effort not to cry.

Someone, some ethereal shadow of a memory, had once told him that the only time a lawyer can cry is when it's all over. Now, defeated, he stands there with tears leaking from his eyes anyway. He'd taken Maya's presence for granted, just assuming that since she'd been such a staple of the castle when he arrived, she would always be there.

He stands for a long time, silent and heartbroken, before leaning heavily against her door and clumsily thumbing open the journal.

These kinds of announcements never get easier--especially not when they're about one of his closest friends in the world.]

For... for those who knew her... Maya Fey went home.

[What else can he say? He will be leaning on the door there in the hallway for a while yet, tumbling into silent thought.

After some time, he writes a filter in the journal.]

( Trucy Wright )

question time round two, Dictated

[originalcopy]

( York )

Uranium 238 is the most common isotope found in nature

[onlyanapple]

Honestly, you take a small nap for a couple of weeks and the whole place goes down the pan. You people honestly can't be left alone for five minutes, can you?

[He'll give a scoff, flicking through the journal pages]

Not that I actually care or any bollocks like that, but people I don't hate: are any of you dead and/or left to greener pastures? I need to update my address book.

[Then, carefully, he'll start to write...]

RESOLUTION #1 - I will learn not to -

[There's a tap of a pen, then a sigh. He can't do it. Not without the angel]

Nope. It's not the same.

page eleven

[fantasies]

[It's the second time he's woken up to an empty room, and somehow he's still surprised.

It figures. Just when things had been getting better, when he'd started feeling alright after having Emma taken away, when the castle had brought Snow back--

Well. It wasn't like his family had ever been whole before, anyway.]

Um. [A beat. He started talking too fast. Try again.] Um, the castle sent Prince Charming home. [amending:] James.

[Home to a curse, which isn't any better.

He's quiet for a while, looking at the other pages of the journal when he doesn't feel like doing anything else.]

I guess it's doing that thing again, isn't it. Where it sends a bunch of people home at once.

(no subject)

[payback]

( people who care; )

( Galadriel's room; action )

[Lightly.]

How's life, Paradisa?