032 || dictated;

[workaphilic]

( [ Room Filter ] )

[ Filtered Away from Jim Moriarty ]

[He's calm when he speaks.]

Dr. John Watson is gone.

[Home? No, he can't say that. Not for certain. There's a possibility the castle's kept him on a string, tucked away, mind wiped, barely himself. Is that better than the alternative? (He doesn't know, can't know, useless.)

Gladstone whines. The journal shuts.

He has nothing else to say.]

(no subject)

[adorbs]

( Mr. Crowley )

( Mr. Gwaine, Ms. Helen )

( The man she talked to (Larry Foulke) )

( Vriska )

[phew, that was a lot of filters! But now that that's out of the way, Nanako is regarding the journal. She wants to say hi... both to all the people that she used to know, and people who are new. But she's not really sure what to start off with.]

H-Hi! Um... my name is Nanako. [alright, now that she's started she starts gaining some steam] I was here before, but then I went home for a while. I know a lot of people who were here when I left are gone now... but it's nice to see everyone who is still here.

[and she's not exactly sure what to say next. So she'll just stop there and wait to hear from people]

☽ 005 [ Waxing Crescent ] - - Accidentally Dictated.

[lupinotuum]

[ Remus is completely unaware of the open journal sitting on his desk in his room, far too preoccupied with pacing back and forth while he mutters to himself. His voice sounds quite agitated and upset and it's probably not a surprise that he hasn't slept in the past two days, and neither has he left his room.

After what happened on Valentines Day, he's far too embarrassed -- and perhaps just a little heartbroken -- to be able to face a certain someone right now. ]

-- stupid. Someone should really write a book. 
"How to lose your best friend in three words or less." Sounds like a right bestseller if you ask me --

[ There's a small huff and noise that sounds awfully like the mew of a cat. Someone's gotten into his cake and is now collecting cats. Don't bother asking him if he's alright, though. He'll either be decidedly mute or it'll be very tough to get him to talk without switching the topic. ]

This is exactly why I dislike this holiday...

4 Famiglie~

[is_mafia]

[Giotto was not stupid, nor was he curious enough to eat the Valentine's Day chocolate or the cake that appeared mysteriously outside his door. That was just asking for a large amount of trouble, of the love kind. Christmas and the damned nutcrackers had been quite enough for him. So the day after Valentines (when he figured it was safer), he took the cake and the candy down to the lobby, setting it down on a corner table and sitting in the couch opposite. He then opened his journal.]

There is free Valentine's Day candy in the lobby, for whoever wants it. [If anyone would want it. He certainly wasn't going to eat it himself.]

☢ 005 | dictated

[wantsiceland]

It's storytime, Paradisa. I want to hear about history's best and worse widespread losses. Some amount of detail is good, but don't monologue at me, or I'm shutting the journal. Give the new girl more of an idea of what to expect, because so far, I'll I've seen is mildly annoying. Are the all-expenses-paid trips to major world cities the exception instead of the rule, or what?

Episode 106

[spongetastic]

I've never been much for chocolate, but thanks for the effort anyway, Paradisa.

( Phoebe/Room filter )

015 - Munch Munch Munch (Backdated to yesterday)

[silentrunning]

[She'd expected the Castle'd pull a trick like this. She'd known it when the first strains of that slow, gooey violin music had started playing, and all the obnoxious pink hearts had started appearing everywhere. She'd even expected the box of candy. But she'd not expected the cake. And it looked so forlorn there.

So, Chell's out in the lobby, sitting on one of the sofas, with her feet up on a offee table which has suddenly decorated itself with obnoxious heart-shaped motifs, with her journal on one knee and a slice of the cake she'd found along with her candy on the other. She slowly sets down her fork with a clatter on the plate and turns to write in her journal.]

Is anyone else enjoying this amazing cake as much as I am?

[Then she goes back to eating. But as she finishes the last bite, she finds herself thinking. Man. Something fuzzy would be nice...]

♔ quatre || for saint valentine

[ensorceler]

( Kalinda Sharma )

[ Anne may have spent a good amount of yesterday in her chambers, where she wrote at least five love letters to Henry, and spent the rest of her time among the solitary activities she did like. It isn't that she doesn't love to celebrate, but she misses her husband and her life at court so much that she feels it wrong to celebrate Saint Valentine without her husband.

Today, however, she seems to have gotten a taste of "chocolate", and whatever it is, it's delicious, and with a lot of different flavors, too! Is it any wonder she tried them all, and then some? It's put her in a queer mood, one she can hardly keep tabs on, not that she cares to. Today she will have fun, and currently that means socializing merrily with anyone who doesn't look like to stab her in a dark alley! And maybe even then.

The lobby seems the warmest public place to be now, and though it's not exactly a banquet, there still seem to be enough people coming and going that she'll have a chance to see someone she knows, or even meet someone new. Anne may call herself Regent, but she doesn't have anybody to spread her work for her yet--she has only herself, so she knows by now she must endear herself to these people. And for once, she feels more than happy to make the attempt!

Which means she'll be wearing her finest pearl embroidered red velvet dress and trying to share and offer a basket full of the chocolates with any who pass her in the lobby, along with a very old copy of Tyndale's Bible. At least it doesn't come with loud preaching, just a smile and...maybe a serenade in French. If this is all recorded over her open journal, it's not her fault! ]

[ ooc; Action in the lobby open to anybody and everybody, whether planned chocolate hijinks or not! ]

[Dictated]

[schrodingersghost]

 Oh hey!  You know, these chocolates are actually pretty good.

[It was far, far too late to stop Danny from trying a handful of chocolates.  Pity the poor boy.]

2 - dictated (backdated to the 14th because dead modem)

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Would anyone care for a box of chocolates or a cake? I will, most certainly, not be eating either.

[No one would ever catch him eating strange foods. He likes knowing what goes into his food and not trusting the castle. Not trusting the castle is a big thing.]