28-Written (Backdated to the day 2 of the filter problem)

[jimfromit]

[ He knows the filters are broken
 
He listens and pays attention...but this doesn't mean he can't have fun with it.]


[ (Broken filter) Private ]

Dear Journal

I had such a strange dream last night...it starts with me in a bar in some rough part of town and ends with me wearing nothing but a pair of hot pants and fish net tights. I was also dancing the Can-can in...

Oh no...it wasn't a dream.

Oh dear.

[OOC:Apologies for accidently posting this to Paradisa Beyond to begin with...my bad.]

13 | Which is full of Howl's Ego [Dictated]

[strangewonders]

It looks as if the castle's having fun at our expense again, isn't it? No point in trying to make this specific then.

I'm going to be trying a bit of magic that might end up being quite useful to everyone, assuming it works. Chimera members are welcome to join me up at headquarters in an hour to bask in my brilliance, if they so desire. Clow, I think you were interested in helping me with this endeavor? If so, I've got a job for you.



[OOC: There will be a log for magical types to tag into up shortly, if anyone so desires.]

Filters can start working any day now...

[originalcopy]

So,  I'm just going to assume that the filters are still broken.    You know, since there hasn't been a collective sigh of relief yet.

Anyway,  North...  I have something I've been wanting to talk to you about. 
You got some free time?

due - written

[antimafia]

[ (Broken Filter) Private ]

What a delight to find that I'd come to a place where people were so unobservant that they didn't realize they'd lost all semblance of privacy for days and days! It certainly was eye-opening to see all those embarrassing secrets shown to all. What a nice way to begin my stay, don't you think?

And it's taught me how to use these filters that currently don't work at all. I mean, I presume they'll work right eventually. Someday.

[/filter]

Well, enough of that. What do you all do around here for entertainment? Besides pry into each other's private business, I mean.

There were 240 pence in a pound until 1971

[onlyanapple]

Well, well, this has been an interesting few days, hasn't it? All that chaos and embarrassment, and I didn't even have to lift a finger. Sometimes I think this castle is after my job. I'm not sure if I should feel flattered or threatened.

Anyway, for those of you idiots who haven't caught on yet, the journals are broken. But if you feel you really must pour all your thoughts and feelings into a magical book that is connected to the magical thought that kidnapped you, then go right ahead. Honestly, it's like being surprised that the rabid dog has bitten you.

[It hasn't stopped him writing all the little secrets in a notebook, though. Never know when they might come in handy]

Still. Thanks for the entertaining week, Paradisa. You've all been great.

Incidentally, as I promised I would, the answer to my riddle: The couple hear of the deadly scorpions that lived in the area, and put a glass of vodka under each foot of their child's crib. Scorpions don't like alcohol as they have no class.

thirty-fifth twist of the coil

[vampirize]

[For a certified genius, Nikola Tesla can put his foot in his mouth way too many times to count.]

[Like he's doing now. Oh, he knows about the broken filters, but it's been around a week, really, they totally should be gone. Besides, he has to get this fact out of him, he can't keep it in forever.]

[(Broken) Private Filter]

I...still can't really believe that happened.

I mean, what, one second I'm joking with her, and the next I'm proposing...I mean, not that I wasn't thinking of it, but that soon? What was with me? And then she went and said yes...

[A slight sigh.]

I'm happy, I really am, but I just wonder if I'm ready for something like this now. I mean, marriage.

[He scoffs.] Never thought that word would ever exist in my life.


[End Broken Filter]


[GUESS WHO PROPOSED BECAUSE OF MAGIC CHOCOLATE ON VALENTINE'S DAY right this guy]

016 - Scribble scribble scribble...WHAT.

[silentrunning]

[Backdated to the beginning of the b0rked filters]

[Chell's in the library, per usual, with a large pile of various books and magazines on a plethora of topics scattered haphazardly on the floor around her... And per usual, she's writing in her journal. If only she knew everyone could read her private posts.]

[Broken private filter]

[There's the sound of rustling pages...]

Why on Earth would anyone want to wear that on their bottom? What IS it anyhow? I mean. It looks very uncomfortable.
[She's sketching in a little picture of a thong.]

Notes 00143

Hmm. Human fashion is very odd. And this thing that goes on breasts? I understand the concept, but who would want one with... are those beads? bits of shells? That sounds quite frivolous and uncomfortable... And I understand about jeans. But why would you want jeans for your rear to hang out? I am very confused. I should ask either Nora or someone...No no I'd be too embarrassed. I'll just keep reading...Wait. Why would you want see-through clothing?

[She picks up a copy of Erotic Bondage and eyes the title suspiciously.]

Wait...What is he DOING to her. That cannot be comfortable. Is this some sort of torture? OH my god.

[She slams the magazine down and ends the filter.]

(no subject)

[foughtfortheusers]

 [Have the sounds of something scratching at the journal, meowing.  Rinzler wasn't happy waking up like this, and the collar with a bell on its neck wasn't helping things.  There's the noises of an animal turning and clawing at a door for a bit before Rinzler decided the go to the journal he knocked over earlier...  trying to get a message to stick, then getting some ink through wishing.  The is written in what appears to be claw scratches.]

Cannot open door...  Want to get out.  Castle left in room.  Loss.  No hands.

Room 329.  Help.

[OOC:  Feel free to respond in journal or feel free to come in person let the cat out.  Open and looking for CR.]