S1E11 [dictated]

[asseenontv]

What does one typically do for Valentine's Day when you do not have a... partner to share it with?

[Yes, this is first Valentine's Day after finding love that he's single. And he's sulking like a teenager about it]

Twenty One Spoons {Dictated}

[cyan_maid]

[Today’s entry is quiet for a while. You can hear Jane breathing softly on the other end – she’s not trying to creep people out by panting in the journal, that much is obvious, but it’s almost as if she’s trying to say something, and the words to do so are hard to find. There is definitely something on her mind here…

...Well, whatever it is, the sound of a box dropping onto a surface breaks the silence, and Jane sighs. She sounds a bit stilted, like this isn’t what she wants to say, but it’s something that has to be said.]

These – chocolates. And the little cake. I think they were left at the wrong door. Did anyone happen to drop something off for a Valentine in the Satis Tower? I’ll relay it to the right person for you. Or, um…if you actually left it for me, that’s very kind of you. But I don’t think I can accept. I…probably shouldn’t be getting involved with anybody right now. No offense.

[A pause.] Although…this could be a castle trick. Did anyone else get a present like this?

[ 06 ] Action/Dictated

[heirofficium]

 [ Happy Valentine's Day, Paradisa. Sirius is about to leave (to go find one Miss Alexandra Russo and spout what they both know is the worst romantic bullshit at her, no doubt) when two boxes propped up at his door fall on his feet.

Upon picking it up, he finds that one is a heart-shaped box full of chocolates and the other... well then. ]

For me? Aw, Paradisa, you shouldn't have... 

[ A beat, as he gazes upon the depressing little cake. ]

You really shouldn't have.

( Private to Miss Alexandra Russo )

[[ Open to planned and unplanned chocoshenanigans! He's going to either wandering the halls, hanging out in the lobby or hanging out in the kitchen. :3 ]]

Journal the Fifth

[theabjectauthor]

[plenty of people have cake for breakfast. it is a sensible, adult decision made in all sorts of societies. ... never mind that those societies generally involve archaic royalty that made poor decisions about how to treat their subjects and act in the name of the greater good: they had CAKE for breakfast and that is the important part.

besides, as long as you have tea with it, just about anything can be breakfast. and that sad little face seemed so fitting, after everything he'd seen recently: all those people losing friends and loved ones ... he couldn't possibly partake of the chocolates, because really, they just reminded him of Beatrice, and even looking at them made him - well. look quite a bit like the cake. so, now that he's had his breakfast, he'll be attempting to go about his day as usual.]

It seems I'm not the only one who received complimentary confits, this morning. I haven't the appetite for the chocolates, but I can tell you from personal experience that the cake was quite pleasant. Now, if you don't mind, I am going for a long, soul-searching, sorrow-filled walk: alone, as I am destined to be for the rest of my horrible days.

[wait. that didn't come out quite right.]

Er.

[he opens the front door of the lobby, journal still in hand, and --]

Quack.

Excuse me.

[and with that, he'll attempt to circumvent the duck standing in the doorway and begin his walk. ... it follows. and while you are totally free to run into him, either here or elsewhere on the grounds, the longer he's out, the more ducks he'll have attracted. ... hoooooboy.]

Cupid, Aphrodite and Hallmark

[waterproofed]

I don't know how many of you remember this, but we actually had the real Cupid in the castle for a while. When I say "Cupid", you're probably thinking of that little baby wearing diapers and having angel wings. The wings are right, but he was a full-grown man.

Most of them don't look like how you'd expect.

Anyway, I always wondered how much influence he and the other love gods had over this holiday getting so popular. Maybe they stop by at Hallmark, or they even own it or something. Whatever it is, it wouldn't surprise me.

[a pause as he considers his chocolates] Anybody brave enough to eat the chocolates we got?

(no subject)

[billiardsplz]

[this is the sound of someone shaking a box of chocolates with his journal open]

You know what? I'm bored. I'm going to eat these.

Whoever's scientific, morbidly curious, or whatever, now's probably a good time to get some data.

[crinkle, crinkle, nom!

And with that he's going down to the lobby with his journal]

Third Snowflake

[sugarwaffo]

Wow! These are really good!

Whoever gave out the sweets, thank you very much.

[Sugar has been munching on the chocolates since she founds them this morning. Why not? It's free candy!]

Oh yeah! Mr. Bunny, Rise, Nora, Colette, Asuna... I have something for you guys!

((Sugar will be delivering Valentines to all her friends... which in this case means anyone who's had even the slightest positive CR with her (even if their name isn't listed). Each Valentine is a simple heart-shape made of white or red paper with crayon scribbles on it. The scribbles are actually fairy writing with some recognizable drawings decorating the sides, but it looks like a toddler did them.

If you don't want her to hand the card out in person, she can have it delivered to their room. Sugar will be flying everywhere to give her cards to people, so she's free for action everywhere. And of course, V-day shenanigans.))

0000 0010

[iin2ufferable]

[ Nepeta, written ]

hey np
can you come two my block?
for rea2on2.

[ everyone, dictated ]

So. What do purrbeasts eat? Will they eat a sandwich? Because that's about all I can cook so it better eat a sandwich or else it's shit out of luck.

Eleventh Gate

[forsometimenow]

I'm feeling distinctly more human again. Thanks to everyone who came to check on me and help take care of me... as... difficult as it was to pretty much be a pet turtle.

Looks like I'm just in time for the expected Castle celebration, too.

( Phoebe )

( Lemony Snicket )

( Carson Beckett )

( Maladict )

( Dave Strider )

Case 18

[unnaturalpause]

[Filtered away from Ashley and Helen Magnus]

With the time of year being what it is, I thought I should give a bit of warning about one of our newest residents. A young woman by the name of Ashley Magnus, blonde haired and dressed, like most young ladies in my homes modern times. [He sounds so disapproving.] Any untoward advances made on her, under the influence of the castle or otherwise, should be done with caution if possible. She's a bit of a strong young lady and doesn't take kindly to people doing such things so she may react with more force than needed. [James what kind of warning is that...] She's also protective of her mother, Helen, and I don't think you need both mother and daughter being upset with you.

[And yes with that done he's just going to write in ANOTHER filter now because well, that's his good deed of the day.

Just ignore the fact that he totally forgot to mention Ashley is a teleporting vampire with claws and fangs yeah.]

[Helen Magnus]

I thought I would ask and see if you would like to join me for dinner or something for the holiday? [Maybe outside of the castle to avoid trouble goes unsaid.]

[Ashley Magnus]

Can I ask how you have been recently or would you rather meet me somewhere for a while and tell me in person? [In other words how are you and would you like to chat?]

2nd Ideal Sephira: Shenanigans

[sinsoftheblaze]

[so it's Valentines Day, the day where once again the castle takes an opportunity to annoy everyone. pink walls? check. sappy romantic music? check. obnoxious heart-shaped balloons? check. mute in the lobby trying to sort the chocolates the castle gave him? check.

wait, what?

yes Dextera is in the lobby today, sitting on one of the couches. he's popped open the box of chocolates he found in his room and currently is in the process of separating them into different piles - though why exactly he is doing this and which goes where is something up to debate.

or, you know, you can just walk up and ask him what he's doing. Dextera really doesn't mind company. just be careful...he may or may not have eaten a few of the chocolates already. guess he doesn't know not to trust the stuff the castle leaves out...]


[ooc: open in the lobby for Valentines Day stuff, planned or unplanned!]

Return to Normality

[wishmadeinfire]

[ Despite the winter chill, however much it had abated, a tiny Ashura had headed out out to play with Agni and Sybil and in what remained of snow and the winter greenery. Everything had been going well, the little boy playing... and then of course, the Castle decided to grant Ashura back his adult body. 

So there is a sudden shriek in the gardens, to those pay attention, and when they find the source, it is a once again fully adult Ashura, kneeling amongst pushes, and clutching a child's robes and coat over his nether regions, shivering in the brisk air. Hair offered some decency, lock and thick as it was, and a bit of warmth for it. But it did not take away from the fact he was more than a little confused, bewildered, and not a bit disoriented too.

At the least the Castle had provided that small mercy it did for everyone, and the journal was nearby, flopped open from where his smaller self had been doodling not a few moments before. ] 

Ah... could someone perhaps tell me what day it is? I feel... I feel I have lost quite a bit of time. And a coat. I coat would be very nice right now..

[ Because the stunning sensation of being a man again and suddenly out in the cold and unclothed made wishing for one a bit beyond his grasp for the moment.

But all just in time for Valentine's.]

[4] 45 Days Until Easter

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

So this is how the castle celebrates a holiday. By decorating the place obnoxiously and making people run around like they've got kangaroos loose in the top paddock. Great. Nice to know what I'm up against. [Guess who sounds distinctly unimpressed? Yes, it's THIS GUY]

Anyway, enjoy your love holiday, I'm staying in my burrow away from the lot of you. I've got no desire to come a gutser in a holiday I've got nothing to do with. If you're over the age of seventeen and you come near my dig, I won't be responsible for what happens to you. I don't want anyone cracking onto me. We clear?

Bloody stupid hearts holiday. Never saw the point in it.

DLN 003 - Cut [Open Action + Dictated]

[whistles_the_blues]

[Valentine's day? He had heard of it, but didn't really have any idea what it was about. So, he decided he'd spend the day in the lobby with an E-Tank to see just what the humans did one Valentines day. Unfortunately he wasn't paying attention when someone dropped a couple chocolates into the can. He went to take a drink. He went to drink and knew something was wrong when he heard a clattering down his throat into his power supply, two chocolates to be exact.]

That didn't sound good...

[Blues pops his journal open.]

There was something in my energy tank, I may need someone to help me clean it out.

[OOC: Blues has "consumed" a Hazelnut and a Double Chocolate. So he's either woo you with music or tell you his feels. Feel free to run into him in the lobby or over the journal.]

XXXVI.

[hellshaped]

[For anyone who got excited about how long baby Hellboy (or Hellbaby, if you like) stuck around, hopefully they won't be too disappointed to see the familiar tall, red figure carefully picking his way through the snow around the castle.

Or to hear his deep voice coming over the journals, for that matter. He pauses in the gardens, carefully brushing snow off the stone bench, though he's not really going to sit down. But it's something to do, as he dictates to the pages.]

I almost forgot yesterday was Ash Wednesday. It's a little weird without a priest, but we didn't have one before for a long time, either. It's hard to keep track of time, here. It'll be Easter again pretty soon, but the last one seems like it was just a short time ago.

[A pause, as he thinks about what happened last year.

Probably he shouldn't dwell on it, so he continues.]

Anyway, for those of you who are new to the way the castle likes to celebrate holidays, I'd stay away from eating anything festive for the next few days. Just a heads up.

4 Crumpets (not safe for life)

[sandoval]

Mm~ ooh, yes, that's nice...

[It sounds like someone is having a really good time on the other end of the journal. And it's only getting worse by the second.]

You saucy little thing, come here... yes, just like that...

[A few more moaning sounds can be heard, though if anyone is really paying attention to the dictation, it sounds like this person has something in their mouth. But soon the voice is crying out again, this time loud enough for people to hear even if they haven't been paying attention.]

Oh, gods yes!!

[And then a smear of something sticky appears on the page - thankfully, upon closer inspection, it's just chocolate and not something... well, you know. But soon the voice from before (whom people now may recognize as Sandoval) starts speaking, seeming quite pleased with himself.]

Good evening, my dulcet darlings. [He practically purrs out the words - it seems a few of the chocolates have been getting to him already.] The Castle seems quite nice to us today - why, it left me a scrumptious box of chocolates, all for my very own! And they were heavenly, I can assure you! [Don't ask what happened to the cake.]

But I've been hearing that some people don't want to eat their chocolates! Or do anything with them at all, really. Tut tut, we mustn't let them go to waste! So I've devised a bit of a service of sorts for all of you to get rid of your chocolates. You see, I'm a bit of a dessert gourmand, and so I'll be happy to take your chocolates off your hands - free of charge, even! All you have to let me know is where you are and I'll be glad to pick them up. And those little cakes we've been given too, if you don't want to eat it... or play with it.

Anyway, you just let me know if my services are required. If you need me, I'll just be finishing off this box...


(( ooc: For just dictation, write "pick up" in the title. Sandoval can have a brief conversation with your character and he'll be glad to pick up any unwanted chocolates outside your character's door!

If anyone wants to have him talk in person while affected by the chocolates (with probably hilarious results), just put action in the thread title, along with the chocolate you want Sandoval to be affected by! (No cake. Seriously. You don't want to know what he did to the cake.)

And for those of you that want to meet him en route and/or prefer prose, I have a log for him HERE! ))

Capture 2

[panicswitched]

[ this is ashley magnus. this is ashley magnus swallowing her pride. mark your calendars, paradisa. this will likely never happen again.

she sounds on edge, but it's a different kind of on-edge than the kind when she last used the journal like this. today she's just got the tone of someone about to do something she'd rather not do but knows she needs to do. ]

Okay, so... Hi. Name's Ashley [ which just confirms for a lot of people what exactly her identity is thanks, james. ] and I'm really new still. I know I met a lot of you whackos -- [ ...did she really just say that? well, she never really had much of a brain-to-mouth filter... ] -- playing Twenty Questions or just by interrogation and I know I came off a bit... harsh. I should apologize for that. So... I'm sorry.

[ someone should really check if she's sick or discover that she's eaten dark chocolate today. ]

Um, if anyone wants to chat, I promise I won't bite your head off. I'm just... gonna go down to the kitchen.

[ aaand she's done with the public feed at the moment, before she makes a fool of herself.

Nikola Tesla ]

Okay, so... [ inhale sharply. mark your calendar, tesla. ] I still don't like you, but I have a question. How long has it been since I... y'know, kicked it? [ smooth, ashley, smooth. ] I think I might owe you something, too.

[ Katniss Everdeen ]

Do you mind if I come to the shooting range sooner than I said last time? I think I need to go kill something fake. [ before she kills something real. ]


[ an hour or so later she's going to make a fool of herself anyway. the public feed opens up again and she's got a question for the lot of you. ]

Why do I have the sudden urge to go find animals. Like normal cats or dogs. There's not anything different about them! They're not abnormals! Why do I want them?