Journal the Seventh

[theabjectauthor]

[morning finds Lemony at his favorite spot in the library - a window seat with a view of the town, where the sun is bright but indirect. there's a small table off to his side, set with tea and some assorted pastries, a neatly constructed breakfast sandwich, and - of course - plenty of napkins. a stack of books sits to his other side, and on top, he's perched his journal. something about the quality of the light and the feeling of the moment almost makes him reach for his handkerchief ... and then he realizes that it is a good sort of melancholy. picking up his pen, he writes:]

To My Fellow Residents,

Over the past few days, I spent my time quietly observing what Paradisa wrought upon us: and while I could say much on the symbolism of age, the origins of the game of Bingo, and the perils of ingesting too many gelatin-based foodstuffs, I will not belabor you all with redundancy, a phrase which here means that many of you are likely discussing such topics amongst yourselves already.

Instead, I would be more interested to know how many of you possess the following traits, value the pursuant virtues, or have proficiency or curiosity in regards to the skills listed below:

☐ Curiosity
☐ Diligence
☐ Intelligence
☐ Courageousness
☐ Enthusiasm
☐ Versatility

☐ Punctuality
☐ Realism
☐ Respect
☐ Good Manners
☐ Integrity
☐ Stewardship

☐ Observation
☐ Codes
☐ Theatre
☐ Fire-fighting
☐ Lion taming
☐ (or really any sort of animal training)
☐ Self-defense
☐ Musicianship
☐ Artistry
☐ Mountaineering
☐ Cartography
☐ Inventing
☐ Rhetoric
☐ Biting
☐ Disguise
☐ Bibliophilia
☐ Herpetology
☐ Philately
☐ List-making

If the thought of placing an emphatic check or 'x' in several of the above boxes makes your fingers itch with anticipation, please speak with me, or come and join me in the library for a continental breakfast. After all, the world is quiet here. I hope to hear from you.

Very Fastidiously Drafted,

64;

[gottaknockhard]

[It's no secret that this life is starting to wear him down. The castle... or fate... something seemed to happen whenever Spike was about to spite any plans they had in store for him. A week ago he had gone to a warehouse with the full intention of murdering anyone inside, all over a stolen car, and soon after he woke up sixty years older with barely enough energy to get his own fresh air. What's more unnerving is that he wasn't entirely miserable about it; which he attributes to whatever medication they had him on. Or it could be that in sixty years his memory was too far gone to care about much of anything. -- It's stupid to think any more about in any case. That wasn't really him. He died on Tharsis and he hasn't aged a day since.

When he came back, the exhaustion he felt seemed to carry over. Jo is gone now. Maybe if enough time passes, so will everyone who knows him. With that in mind, disappearing won't really be that big of a deal for very long.

The first thing he checked was to see if the car was where he last saw it. Then, without any real reason, he started the engine and drove off through the snow, and kept on driving away from civilization up until the gas finally ran out. At a loss for where he was going with this, he sat long enough for the cold to set in. He started to think about burying it out here. It'd take all day to shovel through the frozen ground, but at least that would lessen the value for thieves. Except now he was too far from the castle to go back for a shovel.

With that plan foiled, he moves to lie in the back seat, and smokes three cigarettes before he decides to reach for the journal. Loose ends.]

( Brock )

{002} dictated

[ol_northy]

Filtered away from first gens... in fact, locked up pretty decently.

Someone brought some information to my attention and... Well, based on my own experiences I thought it might be helpful to host some kind of monthly meeting for new arrivals, or maybe for people who just want to keep up with current events and situations--when they're not obvious, at least. I'm just trying to gauge interest here. If somebody's already doing this, I'd be willing to help out.

What do you think?


Filtered to Freelancers

[For this part he sounds less chipper, a little hard-edged.]

I think I'm heading out for a while. I need some time off from this castle. If you need me, I'll answer messages.

Any way I can get a rifle? I'm feeling a little rusty.

Capture 3 - Dictated

[panicswitched]

I feel like I should just make a blanket apology for everything I do here. Someone's always gonna be annoyed. [ usually she'll end up being annoyed at herself. ] So yeah, let's just pretend last month didn't happen, okay?

On that note, I didn't really appreciate being old. I like being me. [ mostly. there's also the issue that death aside, she'll never be old. this is just an extra reminder that her afterlife is awful and she's annoyed with everything. ]

Unrelated, what's the outside world like? Outside the castle, whatever anyone else knows. I've been outside a little, but I don't know a whole lot. So. Who wants to be my informant?

[ locked from james watson and helen magnus ]

Aside from that... how many people have special powers, abilities, whatever? How did you find out about them and how do you deal with them?

[ she's going to take a walk around the castle though today and at some point can be found in a hallway staring from one end to the other like she wants to do something but doesn't know quite how or if she should. ]

first story

[storiestotell]

[ Sitting by the window with the journal opened on her lap, the foundling child had been flipping through its pages, trying to see what it is she could learn from it. It wasn't nighttime so she knew any hopes of trying to communicate with the Man in the Moon wasn't an option. At least, not yet. She had already stuck her head outside her door but she was airing on the side of precaution for now.

When Katherine had woken up suddenly in this room just minutes ago, she sat up right in the bed with wide eyes. The last thing she could remember was the Lamadary and the meeting she had been apart of along with the other Guardians. How she ended up here in this room left her puzzled and a little worried.

She had found the journal in the room and made a grab for it at once. When it doubt, consult the books. It was the best way to find answers after all. Looking through it, she came to realize that it wasn't just any old book. It was a magic one. While for some that might make them feel unease or nervous about, for Kathrine, it brought the biggest smile to her face. ]

This journal is amazing-- If I didn't already know any better, it could very well be Mr. Qwerty! [ There's a pause as she watches her words slowly appear on the blank page of her book. She smiled even more as she tapped said page. ] I never thought I would see another book like him. This will be very helpful to have.

[ Her fingertips drum against the page as she looks at it. ] I wonder if there is a way to get a message to Mr. Qwerty through this book. I want to let them all know that I'm okay before they worry.

one | dictated & action.

[kethedammit]

[Mildmay has been studying the journal he found for just long enough to be confident he knows how it works. He speaks once, carefully; he only wants to do this once, because if his hunch is wrong, it's gonna sting.]

Any of y'all ever heard of no Stephen Teverius?

[Done. He sits back in a comfortable chair found in one of Paradisa's many antechambers. Anyone watching him would think he had all the time in the world.]

(no subject)

[impetuous]

( Clementine )

( room filter )

( Lady Lucrezia )