053. Trampled Under Foot (backdated to 5/Feb)

[samson]

[Brock's voice comes over the journal abruptly. He is pissed off! It's a little scary.]

Hey! Whatever jackass took all my freaking records from my cabin, I hope you take good care of your teeth. 'cause I am gonna feed them to you.

( Spike Spiegel )

(no subject)

[originalcopy]

( Colonnello and Caveman )

( South )

( Delta )

476 ❀

[ino]

It's getting pretty close to Valentine's Day around here. I hope everyone's ready for whatever weirdness the castle is planning this time around.

Or, maybe you have some romantic plans with your significant other? Let's hear 'em!

( Once-ler )

( Crowley )

( Giotto & Tsuna )

[and after all of that is taken care of -- you might be able to catch her out by the edge of the forest, later in the day. she's pushed aside all of the snow to clear a small circle, and she's set up a small stone tablet with a name etched into it against a tree. in front of the tablet there's a small bowl with some incense, still burning.

she's just sitting quietly on her knees and watching the incense burn. she's also wearing all black ... what's up with that?]

Second Lesson

[hometutor]

( Martel )

( Tsuna's housemates )

( Tsuna )

[After that is all said and done, he packs up his journal and settles in the kitchen with a cup of coffee as is his norm, occasionally flipping through the journal as he waits for answers.]

Tenth Gate

[forsometimenow]

Filtered to friends of Jennifer Keller

[The following is written in big, sloppy letters- almost as though a small animal with claws was writing it.]

AM TURTLE

HELP

-JENNIFER

[Because she's having to write by dipping her little turtle foot into a pot of ink she wished up.]

[OOC note: Time to do what I've been threatening to do since I joined the game- to celebrate Jennifer being here for 6 months, she is now on a temporary loss as an adorable box turtle. :'D She will be changing back in time for the Valentine's event, however.

If you're not sure whether you'd be in the filter, ping me and I'd be happy to say yay or nay.]

105.5 - do not rely on this broadcast alone

[hard_talker]

[after your weekly dose of Leonard Cohen, Mark's voice drifts over the journals and the airwaves (of those with radios, of course). he sounds laid back, as usual, but there's something just underneath his tone - the sort of edge someone gets when they're building up to saying something important, but trying to stay cool about it]

So, looks like in the middle of losing a whole metric fuckton'a people, we've only got two newbies to tip our hats to this week: Ashley and Elend. Almost makes you wonder if this place is gearin' up for something ... anyone else ever notice how that happens?

Now, this week, I was gonna talk to you all about some of the stupidass shit I found in the gym the other day, and enlighten the general population as to how much the human race is willing to make itself look like a bunch of idiots in the pursuit of droppin' pounds. I was gonna. And then I thought maybe I could regale you with my Top Ten Things To Do When You're Alone. ... But my solemn duty as your resident DJ isn't just to burp into the mic and educate you on all the things you can call your party parts, no.

And I know we already had one journal PSA this week, but we need one more. Yeah, that's right, Hard Harry's gonna cut the crude and get serious. Over the last week, we lost a lotta people ... and some of them took on some pretty big responsibilities. The kind of shit that nobody notices, but it matters when the fit hits the shan. Some of it's bein' taken care of already by some people I know ... [he's referring to York and the other Freelancers helping fill in for Carolina's absence, of course] ... but I bet there's a whole bunch of people right now who don't even remember what Alan Bradley was in charge of before he got sent home.

There's this emergency program called Code Blair - I dunno why they call it that, it got started waaaay back in the day before yours truly was here, by some guy a friend of mine knew. But the basic idea is that it's run by a group of volunteers who keep an eye on all the kids in the castle, make sure they're safe if something dangerous happens - and that includes people who randomly turn into kids for a week or so, too.

This is important shit, you guys. The castle's pullin' em in younger and younger. Today I had - well, as close to a full conversation as you can have with a two-year-old gnawing on the couch. And seriously, earlier today I heard a kid cryin' for its mom. I'm no Kindergarten Cop or any of that shit, but I know there've got to at least be some of you who care whether or not these kids are safe. Let's get on that.

I don't know if anyone's willin' to step up and take Alan's torch, but in the meantime, I can at least get a list of interested parties, if any of you wanna drop me a line. I wouldn't mind an update from the home front from the folks who ran out to Lastlook, too, I hear you're back in one piece, yeah?

Those of you who could give less of a shit, well, we've still got some lovely parting gifts for you. Keep listenin', folks, and remember to talk hard. [he slowly turns up his audio feed until this week's playlist drifts over the airwaves, then cracks open his perennial can of cherry Pepsi and waits for people to start speaking up]

Skit 7: Holidays

[protosshaze]

You all have so many holidays. I've never heard of them before coming here. Which one is your favorite?

xviii. dictated, action

[heloise]

( Once-ler )

( Tim, who also goes by Alvin )

Five more days till the Lenten season. I have known much better uses of the time than this idleness.

[ The Pope's daughter has the prerogative to decree when Easter should fall.

Lucrezia is surprisingly about town, all bundled up in Winterfell-grade cloaks with the hood up, for anonymity or to ward off the cold, or both. She seems to be in no hurry, strolling about and sometimes halting to take special interest in any worn or even derelict buildings. ]

(no subject)

[wolfchild]

[ Backdated to Tuesday morning ]

Filter: Those who know Queen Elizabeth

Have you seen Queen Elizabeth or know where she might be? Her name is still on the door. I can't find her. She's not answering the journal either. It's— [ she cuts herself off. bad enough that hardly anyone ever believes her because of her age. if she starts saying nymeria is unhappy so something must have happened, they'll all think her mad. ] She's never gone this long without word.