thirty-fourth twist of the coil

[vampirize]

[It's a quiet morning, the sun is shining over the snow-laden grounds of the castle, the pond is frozen over with sparkling ice, and there's somebody shooting out snow from what looks like a cannon outside.]

[Wait, what?]

[Oh, that's not the only thing, because there's a loud BOOOOOOOM as the cannon shoots out the snow, though over the journal it sounds more like a very loud bomb has gone off in the vicinity. Not long after that, there's a pleased chuckle.]

Okay, that wasn't far enough. Probably change the trajectory, yes?

[Tesla seems to be talking to himself more at the moment, mumbling numbers to himself as tinkering can be heard in the background, but after a few minutes he finally addresses the journal, sounding abnormally pleased with himself.]

So...was a bit bored last night and decided to work on some designs I had hanging around, and really, all this snow needs to be used somehow. See, unlike other people, I actually do something productive with my time.

[A happy hum. Hey, when he invents things, he's in good spirits.]

I'm not telling you people what it is. Come outside and take a look if you want, but remember, I'm still testing it out. But no worries, the thing isn't at all that dangerous.

[Which is Tesla speak for "I AM TOTALLY GOING TO KNOCK YOU OVER WITH SNOW BECAUSE I CAN."]

Here's to a wonderful winter! [And the cannon booms once more, before the journal is shut.]

(no subject)

[lonenoble]

Are there any other experienced pilots present in the castle?  I'm looking to take some people in for training on the Falcon out in the hangar.

I know I can fly it, but if I vanish, I want to be sure there's others to make use of it still here.  Even if we can only go to a certain elevation, it could be useful.

And if you've no experience and want to learn, let me know and I will see what we can do.  Besides, I can use simulations to start.  You can't do much damage there.

ƒ025. pretty woman

[msattentionspan]

Before everyone gets their panties in a twist about the upcoming holiday or whining about how alone you are, just remember - this journal does that anonymous thing.

You can always put up a hit list of kinky things you are into and see who bites. [She lets out an amused sound, she's sort of smug about this.]

Just don't be dumb and make it really obvious who you are. 'Cuz you won't live that shit down. People here have good memories, but, shit, they're even better when the damn book keeps track of it all too.

So, you're welcome, Paradisa.

Go and get your freak on.

☠ 052

[molotov]

[Molotov has been a cat for nearly a month now. She's gotten used to it, and she might even sort of like it, since being a little kitten gets her WAY more leniency with being an asshole. Also she can fit pretty much anywhere, which is super handy for spying on people and breaking into places. Not that it matters much, what with being a cat, but she's totally been listening to people's secrets and also doing things like sneezing adorably into their faces (on purpose).

She's out and about tonight, having snuck out of her own room and away from her weird, clingy husband, and she's prowling around, doing things like hunting shoelaces and puffing up at her own shadow. Also she's probably trying to annoy you. Whatever will you do?]

( Room 319, morning )