Eighteen Spoons {Dictated; Forward Dated to a more Manageable Hour}

[cyan_maid]

[There’s some shuffling and muttering going on over the journal, as if someone is situating themselves with a lot of objects.]

Oh, blast it… Aha! There we are. I knew I could carry everything!

So I know it’s a bit late, but I wanted to thank everyone who gave me a Christmas present this year! I love them all so much, I’m sorry all I gave was a bunch of candy. But anyway! I wanted to repay you all with something, and one of my gifts had just the thing – a recipe for cake batter fudge! And the microwave actually cooperated! I made a lot, so if you just wanted to pop by for something sweet, I won’t turn you away! [And here’s where she tells you where her room is before gasping.]

Oh, oh! Dirk, Roxy! You both better come up, I want you guys to meet everyone-

[There’s an intake of breath, a mysterious muttered apology, and then-]

WAUGH!

[There’s some thuds, and a clatter, and the sound of a lot of cake batter fudge hitting the ground. But it’s really not the fudge you should be worried about. It’s Jane. Anyone who happens on her will find her half-sprawled on the stairs, out cold, and no attempts to wake her will work. Somebody should have warned her about those stairs, man.]

((OOC: And Jane is out for the count for her canon bump! She'll be unresponsive here, so go as crazy as you like!))

nine paintings burned

[thehangedrose]

[Well, this is a voice which hasn't been heard over the journals in a while.]

[The whole fool business has made Garry quite wary- after all, it reminded him too much of the time when he started acting like a different person back home due to the maddening influence of the dolls in the art gallery, not to mention that fake version of himself that populated his own nightmare and terrorized people in the castle.]

[But, well, now it's over. He can go back to thinking about the holidays and his friends instead, but a few questions have been sticking stubbornly to the back of his mind like glue, and he can't quite shake them off so easily. So he begins to speak, hesitant but curious as to what people would say.]

You know...back home, there's a really famous artist called Guertena. I don't really know how many people here have heard of him, what with the "coming from different worlds" thing and all, but he's a pretty big name where I come from.

But um, anyways...I just remembered something I read that he wrote. I don't recall the exact words, but...he said something like "It is said that spirits dwell in objects in which people put their feelings...therefore I will try to immerse myself in my work, to try to impart my own spirit into my creations."

[There's a pause.]

I mean, it does sound like something that an eccentric artist would say, but...the whole point is that it was true. He somehow did manage to make his own paintings and sculptures come to life...

[He drifts off awkwardly, before clearing his throat and continuing.]

What I'm trying to say is...is that possible? Putting yourself into your own work so you could sort of...live forever, I mean. I'm no expert on magic, but how and why would you do something like that? Living forever as an object must be a horrible fate, indeed...but maybe it's better than dying, in a way.

If you could live forever by putting your own spirit into something, would you? Just food for thought, I suppose.

( The Once-ler )

2 Truffula Seeds

[findatree]

Hey, I think your weather is broken. It's still really cold here.

And where did all those polar bears and penguins go? Does anyone know?

❀ Episode 02 ❀ [Dictated / Action]

[therealrisette]

Goooood afternoon, Paradisa~!!!

[Rise's bubbly, cheerful voice projects through the journals, almost as if she's announcing through a sound system. But with much more manageable volume, which many residents will be thankful for. If one listens closely, they can hear what sounds like the ocean in the background.]

I've only been here for a few days, so let me introduce myself. I'm Rise Kujikawa, sixteen years old. I'm an idol back home, if you guys know what that is. Basically, I'm in showbiz. I perform as a singer and actress, and I might even break into film one day! But that's just one side of me. I've worked at my family's tofu shop too, and when I'm not working, I'm just an ordinary high school girl.

Now that you all know a little bit about me, I hope to hear from you too! I've met some really great people here already, but I hope to make lots of new friends while I'm here!

Aaaand, while I was looking around, I found this super neat place called the Four Seasons Room.

[She suddenly giggles.]

There's a beach in the castle in January!

[There's a brief pause.]

I guess that's normal for people who have been here for a while, huh? But I skipped from spring all the way up to New Year's when I came here, so I missed a whole summer! And since I wanted to meet more of you, I thought "what could be better than a day at the beach?"

[As she continues, her dramatic pout is actually audible.]

It'd be no fun if I had to spend all this time by myself, but if you're busy, you can still say hi through the journals! I'll be watching and listening!

{OOC: Anything you can think of for a beach gathering should be fair game here. Beach toys, volleyball, karaoke... or just relax and talk. Rise's not a demanding hostess, I promise! ♥}

backdated to december 31st;

[kalinda]

It's odd how we all tend to come together for an event, no matter what the case is.

[Those who know her, there is your signature commentary on the day's events, as given to you by your favorite private investigator.

But wait, there's more!]

Honestly, in spite of the individualistic nature that most of us are incline to cling to, there is rarely an event that is proposed by the masses that goes ignored. Those who tend to stay quiet are still there "to see what all the fuss is about" for one reason or the other, even though it's obvious that they would like to be part of the status quo in one way or the other.

[Okay, she's made a point. She should probably close that journal now that she has it out.
Wait.]

I'm inclined to admit the fact that I'm starting to oblige myself as well. It's "something to do", it's something to break yourself free of the monotony of perfection that the castle provides us. For people who tend to have their acquaintances from home leave over and over again, it's a way to familiarize oneself with good will and social circles, even if a person doesn't exactly feel "at home" with the people there to begin with.

[Wait? Feelings? Talking? About some degree of sentimentality? What...]

I suppose that's something that someone like myself can call familiar, though.

_{(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN... via journal. This is part of the plot I missed due to real life priorities during the holidays. Kalinda's usual tight-lipped nature is now changed to talking a lot! whaoaoaoaaaaa!!1 pre-existing cr, feel free to bank on this idegaf.)}

03 DNA Strands

[kid_apocalypse]

[Evan was not the musician his cousin is, but that hadn't prevented him from soliciting guitar lessons from Jono between classes, when he could pin the elusive Professor Starsmore down for an hour. Today, he's attempting to put those lessons to use as he sits in the music room, an electric guitar in his lap, as he plays a song Jono taught him. He's a little flat, and his playing isn't as skillful as his teacher's, but it definitely sounds like he's trying his hardest.]

[Filtered to musicians in the castle]

Umm...does anyone know how to play the guitar? I was getting lessons from my cousin Jono back home, but we only got in a few before I came here. I'll pay you back however if I can, if anyone can teach me.

[/Filter]

So...what the heck was all of that? People acting weird and stuff. Was that a loss?

Skit 5: Escape plans

[protosshaze]

Oh. Asbel isn't here anymore. Does that mean the castle sneezed him out?

[there is a lack of a daddy figure. What do, castle?]

[1] 87 Days Until Easter

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Bunnymund is quite used to having Weird Things happen to him. It's just what you deal with when you become a Guardian, and you need to roll with the punches. That's not to say he wasn't worried when he woke up in an actual bedroom in a place he'd never been before. Far from it. He was VERY worried.

It didn't help that his tunnels didn't get him anywhere familiar either. Still, he's held off on panicking completely until night has come, and Paradisa's big blue moon looms high in the sky. Anyone who believes in the existence of the Easter Bunny will see a 6'1 rabbit, standing on the roof, apparently having a conversation with the moon. A very one sided conversation]

Okay. I get that you have your cryptic ways and we just need to deal with them, but I really don't understand what I'm doing here. This isn't Earth, and I thought I was needed there more than anywhere. So if you could give me a few pointers, explain what you want me to do here? She'll be apples. [Silence] Anything at all. [Silence] No? Ripper. Thanks for nothing.

[Muttering a little darkly to himself, he finally opens the journal, watching the words form into it as he speaks. They might not be able to HEAR him, but he wonders if this stupid magical book will let them see the WORDS he speaks. Okay. Speaking to the mortals. He can do this]

I've been leafing through this magical book since I rocked up in this place, and I figure I've got most of this mess figured out. But I've got an important question. Why're you talking about New Years? Is it January here? [Because if it is, well, that's his prep time sliced MORE than in half]

[Dictated]

[deductiongeek]

 [From Conan's journal today you can hear the sound of muffled sneezing and coughing.  Guess who caught another cold and refused to ask anyone for help?]

003. Feast of Fools [Backdated] Dictation/Action

[makethemguilty]

HA! HA! HA! HA!

HELLO EVERYONE!! I don't believe I've spoken with many of you, which is why I have an important announcement to make!

I am Prosecutor Manfred von Karma, PERFECT PROSECUTOR EXTRAORDINAIRE!

Let it thus be known: I'M NUMBER ONE!

[What's this? An everyday tirade from your resident prosecutor? At first say-so yes, but this man sounded…..quite a bit more jovial. Maybe he's just a little off his game today or had a little too much holiday punch. Or maybe he's a F-O-O-L.]

In fact I am rather pleased to tell you all, just because I am feeling SPECTACULAR TODAY, THAT I WISH TO TELL YOU OF THE SECRET TO PERFECT SUCCESS.

Listen well: IF YOU WISH TO FOLLOW THE CREED OF VON KARMA, THERE'S SOMETHING ONLY VON KARMA KNOWS BEST.

( A cut to spare your eyes. What von Karma knows best... )

[ooc: I have no excuse for this late, but I couldn't pass up the Feast of Fools plot x3 ENJOY THE JUBLIANCE. And complete Manfred-fool weirdness.]

thirteenth snare

[fanstheflame]

[so, his girlfriend got knocked unconscious with a cake pan by his best friend's boyfriend - who, by the way, kind of stole her from him back home.

clearly, this is not exactly Happy Time for Gale. he's been spending most of his time at Ino's bedside, even though she's clearly not getting any closer to being conscious. now that people seem to be sane again, and Crowley's awake, and things are slowly edging toward as normal as house life gets, however, he figures he might be able to leave for a little while]

[House Filter]

Could someone please just ... keep an eye on Ino for me, today? I need to get out and grab some air. But I don't want her to be left alone too long, in case she wakes up ....

[/House Filter]

[with that, he'll bundle up against the cold and start a trek up to the castle, to see what's going on now that everything is back to normal, dictating into the journal as he goes]

I'm coming up to the castle ... since I figured I should maybe try to meet some of the new faces, or see if anyone needs my help with anything. Also, it's been a while since I played anything in the game room ... so if you want to come say hello, I'll probably be up there. My name's Gale - I'll be the tall guy with the dark hair wearing the green hunting vest.

[yes, that IS a brand new vest, it is his Christmas present from Ino, and he kind of wears it a lot. pardon him while he puts it to practical use by hunting down Pac-Man ghosts and Dig-Dug baddies. badly. arcade games are one of his Paradisa guilty pleasures, okay, and he can just pretend every little clump of pixels is Peeta Mellark's stupid clumsy dumb oaf face]

1/022: Testing testing, 123.

[wheatdos]

( Dictated for people who care about the wellbeing of the castle and the people in it. )

( Dictated Filter to those living outside of the castle )

( Written filter to Henshaw )

( Action to GLaDOS )

03 | Written | Filtered to Dave, Roxy, Kurt

[brohoof]

( Read more... )

048 Red Letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Two years. Two years in this castle and it does THIS to her? Happy fucking anniversary, Nora, have some wings. Oh and by the way you're now FOUR FUCKING INCHES TALL and glow like Rudolph's nose when you fly around.

Yep. This year's out to a fantastic start.

She would have been perfectly happy to sit in her room and sulk until this was over but NO. Thanks to her new diminutive size and ineptitude at flying she ended up accidentally shut out of her own room by her boyfriend. Since sitting on the doorknob and sulking was lame (and cold) she decided that she might as well try to learn how to be less of a failure at flying since she had no idea how long she'd be stuck like this. That being decided she takes off, rolling her eyes only slightly at the red glow that surrounds her as she flies.

So the good news is she's getting better at flying. The bad news is she's still working on, uh, stopping. She turns a corner and realizes too late she's flying straight at someone. Wat do?!]

((OOC: Happy Paraversary, Nora! Feel free to see her/be run into anywhere in the castle))