17

[doublethefun]

[ There’s a shuffling sound as somepony sifts through a pile of boardgames. ]

There. I was certain I had seen it elsewhere afore. [ Luna takes the game out, spreading the board onto a table. ] Aha! That thrice-damned “Madagascar” doth count for naught in this version!

[ Another voice cuts in. ] Wait. Which came first, then? The board game, or the video game? [ This is important to know. ]

[ Blink. ]I am...unsure. [ Gonna glance at those rules. ] The premise of this game is entirely different from the other, however. Forsooth, we shall be attempting to save the world, rather than infect it.

Well, that’s much more palatable. [ A pause. ] I can see why Madagascar isn’t included in this version, though. You could just move the uninfected population there to win the game.

[ Luna sounds just a smidge bitter. ] As long as it doth not have merely one port for the entire isle.

[ And Twilight sounds a little bit excited. ] Well, let’s play it. It’ll be nice to have a game I can actually play and have an actual chance at winning. [ ...Stupid Frustrated Aves. ]

[ That gets a laugh. ] Very well. [ A rustle of paper as she looks over the instructions. ] We shall take these role-playing cards and draw our roles, then.

....I’m a scientist! [ Huzzah! ]

I am a.......bioterrorist? [the buck is that word, even?]

[[ooc: Open over journal or for action. Luna's door is ajar!]]

☽ 004 [ Full Moon ] -- Action.

[lupinotuum]

[ A lone howl rips through the silence of the forest, a long, bone-chilling howl that sends shivers down your spine at the very sound. A dark creature lurks in the woods tonight, neither fully wolf nor human, but a strange and terrifying sort in-between. He is huge and covered in tawny fur, all teeth and claws as sharp as daggers. Gone is the human mind of Remus Lupin, for tonight, Moony reigns king.

He stands rigid under a pool of moonlight, maw lifted to the sky to drink in the scents and sounds drifting on the cold, night air. His plumed tail stands high, the tip twitching as his body hums with nervous excitement. The faint scent of man drifts past, awakening a familiar hunger deep in his bones. Moony is ultimately distracted, though, by the unfamiliarity of his surroundings. This is not the forest he is accustomed to, the trees feel too different. Claws scrape anxiously at the snow under his paws and he croons low. New place. New place.

Moony lifts himself up on his hind-legs, ears pressing back against his skull as he howls again, this time louder and more confident than his last. This shall be his domain.

Enter the forest at your own peril, for Moony will not recognize friend from prey... ]


(ooc: Feel free to encounter Moony if you wish, but please be warned that he will attack without hesitation. Animals will not be harmed unless they pose a direct threat to him, though. Marauders! Please feel free to jack any thread you feel like!) 

3rd Sortie

[solowingpixy]

[It's a wonder that Larry here's been staying in his room for the most part for the past week or so. He had a run-in with the Jabberwock during his stay in Wonderland, so his injuries were going to take even longer to heal, but he smartened up a little and decided to spend more time in his room than wandering the castle again to help them clear up. Of course, with so few trips out of his room, he was getting a bit of cabin fever, so he needed a quick change in scenery.]

I'm almost starting to appreciate this place's usual state after that ordeal in the mirror.

So is there any good place to get drinks around here? I can't say I'm impressed with what the castle hands out.

If there is and anyone cares to join me, I'll even buy.

[If there was one thing he could almost say he missed about Valais Air Base, it was having some drinking buddies around. He could use a few here too, since he's clearly not going anywhere. It'd help stave off boredom, if nothing else.]

04 DNA Strands

[kid_apocalypse]

[Evan couldn't fly. He knows it, but he didn't really know it. He was basing his assumption entirely on his entrance to Paradisa, and his setting the lobby on fire when he'd done so, and had otherwise been avoiding actively trying to fly, in case he embarrassed himself trying. That's why, tonight, anyone who comes out to the roof will see a young gray-skinned young man standing on the ledge, trying and repeatedly failing to leap from the ledge, only to crash spectacularly on the pavement below. It doesn't actually hurt him, but it does leave boy-sized craters every time he lands.]

So...uhh...I know what my loss is, but...how specific are they? If someone had lost the ability to fly, for example, would they be able to fly if like...someone threw them, or if someone who could fly gave them sort of a running start? I'm kinda curious to see what the limitations are. If...uhh...you're someone who could help, meet me up on the roof.

[After that, he'll resume his attempts,his journal open and catching his repeated failed attempts, which sound like someone falling from a great height, and then scaling the castle's outer wall over and over. feel free to reply over the journal, or ogle the insanity in person.]