Puzzle 006

[tapshoetomove]

[Written.]

Here's a puzzle for all of you to try and solve:

From high in the sky, a pair of aliens observes humans using a bizarre object. Perplexed, one alien turns to the other and says:

"How strange. The Earthling is opening a hole in a sheet of paper and marking it with a line to show the other Earthlings where the hole is. I've never seen anything like it!"

What could these alien visitors be talking about?

[Dictated.]

[There's a sigh heard from the journal.]

You know I'd really like to go exploring outside the castle for once. Maybe when it warms up a bit more...

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

[cyan_maid]

[How goes it, Paradisa? Anything fun happen while Janey bumped her head? Well, that only lasted a week, as these sorts of things do – but it hasn’t been a week for Jane. It’s been five grueling months of skeleton fighting, grave spelunking, puzzle busting, and…teenage drama? Why yes, there was a healthy helping of teenage drama to deal with, along with some entirely unpleasant revelations that she is definitely still reeling from as she comes to. Her face is already wet with new tears, and she pauses to wipe at her face and take in her surroundings. When she finally has the sense to grope around for her journal, she finds it, and the entry opens with a particularly loud snuffle.]

I’m - [Her voice cracks, and she needs to pause to take a deep breath.] I’m back. Or awake. Whatever – whatever applies to the situation, that’s what I am. But if it’s alright…if it’s alright, I don’t want to see anyone right now. Please, don’t come calling. [The last bit is kind of snippy. She has had it up to the roof with bullshit, castle brand or otherwise.]

((OOC: So Jane is back! And she’s miserable! You know what that means, right? It’s time to pester her until the cows come home! And please, I implore you to do so!))

♈ Aradia: Make arrangements.

[psych0p0mps]

( Once-ler )

( John Egbert )

[Public; away from first gens]

hey would anyone like to keep an eye on the west outpost while i am away?
you dont have to stay there constantly its more like hivesitting
just enough to make sure the place doesnt grow legs and walk away

001 {dictated}

[ol_northy]

[Well, after having arrived a little while ago, North has kept a watchful eye on the communications of others, and he's got an idea of what he ought to be doing.

It's been a harrowing trip--mentally, at least--and he's still slightly confused by the situation. Last thing he knew, he wasn't conscious. And now he's been deposited in a place that's about as mysterious as it gets.

He stands in the lobby of the castle in full armor, book open, and decides to introduce himself. Voice muted by the helmet, he addresses the general populace.]

Don't stop me if you've heard this one before. This is North, and I'm less lost than I am confused. Anybody care to give a guy the grand tour?

[After which point he just shrugs at the damn thing and tucks it away in his armor. With a shake of his head, he takes off his helmet, and begins to wander the lobby.]

jukebox selection H05 - tom's diner ; suzanne vega

[huntersdaughter]

[She writes that down, then opts to dictate a bit more.]

I figured with Max and Sam leaving, and the general lack of staffing I usually have, maybe someone made a resolution to get a job this year. [She still sounds a bit disconnected from it all. The thought that she's been there for three years, that Sam and Max are gone, that Neal has left. Everything doesn't seem quite like the anniversary she thought she'd have.]

The Lux is a wish-free environment as long as there are actual people working there. What the ghosts do or you do when we're technically closed, I can't control, but if you order from one of my employees it's all from local suppliers and farms in town. Most of our alcohol was taken by those looters, but I've been slowly but surely restocking with contacts in the city. It'll probably never be quite what it was when Eliot was running it, but I'm more concerned with not wishing for inventory than anything else.

I offer good pay, plus tips and you can make your own schedule. Same goes for the art gallery - except there are no tips involved there. Also no food or alcohol. Just... art. [a beat] Which residents can provide.

ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡɴ

[wolfchild]

( ʀᴏᴏᴍ ғɪʟᴛᴇʀ )

( ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs )

( ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛ )

( ғʀᴏᴅᴏ )

( ᴢᴇʟᴏs )

2nd Sortie

[solowingpixy]

[Ten days in this place was really more than enough to tell him this wasn't really a dream at all, even if he still wanted to say it was. The only way to say it WAS still a dream was if he was in a coma back in Belka, but he wasn't in that bad a shape. He was neglecting his injuries for the most part because he was so bent on thinking it was a dream, but it was about time that he accepted that it WAS reality after all.]

( Doctors and medical types )

[Of course, the state of his wounds weren't about to stop him anyway. He had managed to drag himself up two flights of stairs and is hanging out in the first level of the library, his journal laying open nearby, so the book reading-types may see a man in a leather flight jacket glancing through the shelves, particularly at books that are in the German language. He glances over the one he's currently looking at - Diu Crône - and gives a slightly annoyed sigh.]

I'm almost starting to miss the Round Table right about now.

Lesson 1

[hometutor]

[They finally had a plan, they had a plan and a way to do things and now he was here. Some place far away from where he had just been and he's really not sure how it happened considering he had just been in Tsuna's house not that long ago. But he's also not one to panic, and with a tug of his hat over his eyes and after gathering up the journal (as it was the only book there) he sets off to look around, eventually finding himself in the kitchen.

Where he promptly hops up onto the counter and makes himself a cup of coffee, journal open nearby as he reads it some before saying out loud something.]

Tsuna, what have you done this time?

[Which coming from someone who sounds like a two year old, well, it's a little weird.

Anyway there's a two year old drinking coffee in the kitchen as he figures things out, dressed in a fancy suit and fedora with a green chameleon on his hat. Eventually he'll just go and look for Tsuna, but for now he's enjoying his cup of coffee.]

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[foin]

[Location: Lobby

Time: Afternoon

Mood: Confused as hell

Off to the side of the castle lobby stands one young woman dressed in white and red, looking thoroughly confused and slightly panicky. The sword at her left hip stays sheathed for the moment, as her attention is currently occupied by the floating menu in front of her. Tapping and swiping, she soon gives a frustrated noise slightly akin to that of a distressed water fowl. Unknown to her, the journal sits open on a table a few feet away.]

Where the heck's the map? It was just here! [She pauses before groaning loudly.] Oh, come on! Don't tell me this is another glitch-- that's the last thing I need right now!

[With another aggravated swipe, the menu vanishes, and she whirls around to face the room.]

Godfree! Are you still around? [Pause.] Kirito-kun?? [Another pause.]

Geez! What just happened?

Scroll Forty Eight

[huffythedragon]

[Things have been getting increasingly quiet for Spike recently. So many of the people he cares about have gone home, likely to never remember him again. It's made him understandably paranoid, and one voice has been absent for a while. So, heading off through the castle, he went to the room of a special pony.

...And finds the news, deep down, he was expecting. Well, at least she'd remember him, back home. That's a little comfort. Still, he sounds sad as he opens up the journal]

For anypony who knew her, Princess Cadence has gone home.

...I guess she'll be happier there. She has Shining Armour back home, and her honeymoon to go to.