☽ 002 [ Waning ] -- Dictated / Filtered / Action

[lupinotuum]

 [ In the past week or so, Remus has taken to wandering about the castle when not in the company of his friends, both to familiarize himself with his surroundings and for another, somewhat darker purpose. ( One that will obviously not be divulged to anyone but his inner-circle, of course. ) 
Today, he has found the Library and is now perusing the shelves with utter abandon, apparently in awe of the fact that this library has three floors.

If the Marauders were able to lose their Moony in the one at Hogwarts, they'll most assuredly lose him in this one. ]

I've never seen so many books ... not even Hogwarts has this many ...
I wonder if -- oh, there should be something here about the castle, right? 

There should be something ... Ah! Yes! Here we are!

[ Yes, he's mumbling to himself, but this is what Moonies do. 
Nonetheless, you'll now find him gathering just about every relevant book he can find and piling them at a table in a secluded little corner. I don't think any of you will see him for a while. ]


( Filtered to James Potter and Sirius Black )

(no subject)

[save_the_souls]

[Filtered away from anyone who would use this for ill will]

Last autumn there was an expedition to a region called Lastlook, in which the travelers unwittingly unleashed a virus that had been contained there. This virus, the Seven Deadly Sins Virus, had previously brought the downfall of another castle by the name of Cair Draconis.

The people on the expedition were unaware that they had contracted a virus. It remained incubating in their systems until November, in which it was unleashed as an epidemic across the castle. The virus took form in seven different strains that were based off the Christian Seven Deadly Sins: Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride. The type of strain a person developed seemed dependent on their personality- and which sin best embodied them. They became essentially personifications of each sin and had the desire to spread it- which was done through a touch on the forehead.

The cure took form in the presence of seven items that were hidden across the castle. Each one has been collected and is currently residing in the clinic with instructions on each use. Unlike Cair Draconis, Paradisa was able to avert the disaster before it was too too late.

[He takes a breath now that the quick recap is done]

A more detail description of the events that occurred and the virus has now been completed. I have left a copy of my reports in both the clinic and the library, so hopefully if this is to occur again the people of the future have clearer and more timely information than we were given.

As for Lastlook, once a friend of mine wakes up in the clinic I plan to set out there to put up clearer warnings of what that cave contains. [he knows it's smarter to wait for spring, but honestly he needs a distraction at this moment. Though ugh, since he knows he won't be allowed to go alone-] If there is anyone that wishes to accompany, I request you be experienced in winter travel, combat and that it be no one that arrived to the castle after the virus occurred for I do not wish to risk another outbreak.

Thank you, that is all.

[Five - Right Through The Eye ] [Dictated]

[the_effect_she_has]

[The journal flips open to the sound - captured very snazzily to paper - of an arrow flying through a target. There is the solid 'thunk!' of metal meeting soft stuffing, and a quiet sound of someone humming approval. Katniss walked across the broad expanse of the shooting range, fetching her arrows out of the target, one after the other, and then strode back to where the journal lay open.]

[Grey eyes opened a little wide when she saw it open, but she shook her head. Why was she even surprised any longer? So she walks over, speaking right into it.]

Shooting range is open for anyone who feels like they're getting rusty. And I'm still offering lessons in self defense and shooting, so come on by.

[She plucked an arrow out of her quiver, and sent it through the target it again.]

Getting bored, just beating my old records.

Resolution Confusion

[wishmadeinfire]

Do you know, when I think on it, I have never actually made a New Year's resolution, so to speak? It appears sometimes in the novels I read and I have heard people in the past make much of them, but... I have never made one. It is hard to think what a good one might be though. Perhaps to garden more? I was somewhat lax this past year, and I have not down as well with my winter flowers as I thought I would. To many distractions. 

But, I wonder, does anyone actually keep these resolutions? From the way they are talked of in the books, it seems they are more of a joke than anything? But if that is so, what is the point of making them? 

[And if you do not want to talk to him about such things, well, he will be down in the kitchens. He's dressed in a fur lined robe, clearly cold. Before him is the kitchen table, along with a tea set - but it is not being used to pour tea. Oh no. It is being used to pour tweet, delicious hot cocoa mixed with mint. Once he has poured a cup he takes a can of whipped cream and squirts some out - actually, a lot out, and chocolate sprinkles.

Delicioso. 

Anyone else want some?]

o.n.e [REDACTED]

[majestic_leader]

Thorne! Get ba--

Thorne?

Majestic, form up on me!
Where did everyone go?

[DeMarco had been used to a lot of weird shit happening over the past couple months, what with Promethean Knights and Covenant teleporting pell mell all over Requiem, but to find himself in a swank lobby was about the farthest thing from his mind. Congratulations, Paradisa, there's a 7' armored Spartan in your lobby glancing around a mite confused. As per usual, he doesn't notice the open journal nearby.]

[He stands, since there doesn't seem to be any immediate threat at the moment, and starts channeling through the frequencies on his headset.]

Miller this is DeMarco. We fall into another portal or what? Miller? [Switching channels, anyone with a ]

Dalton? Uh, Commander Palmer? ... Roland?

#002 - Cosmic Adventures

[kryptonian]

[Kara Zor-El is in Insolitus.

She's not quite lost -- no, she's not about to admit that yet -- but she's starting to think maybe she's become too reliant on her abilities. Here, in a maze that doesn't let her see through walls, it's a little tricky to stay "unlost", so to speak. But wasn't that adventure with Kal all those months ago supposed to teach her to not be too reliant on her abilities?

But hey, she's not lost yet.

She's just a little bit turned around in a maze of tunnels and ladders and all those things.

Hmm, what to do? She's sitting mid-way up a ladder with her journal to collect her thoughts.]


You know, what kind of castle keeps a giant evil jungle gym in its underbelly?