backdated to earlier this evening; dictated

[ladywinter]

[It almost sounds like Catelyn is speaking to herself- and that’s not far off. She doesn't really have a purpose with this; she’s just thinking aloud as she stitches up a tear or a couple of tears in Arya’s clothing.]

Strange to think that it will soon be spring. I will never grow used to your short seasons, I fear. In Westeros, many of you would have seen only a single winter.

[A little pause. This thought has occurred to her before, but recent events have only made it more obvious.]

Strange also that this place takes so many youths. I might almost be flattered to be an exception. [And with that wry little comment, she lapses into silence.]

14 | In Which the Wizard Voices a Complaint [Dictated]

[strangewonders]

( Chimera )

[And to no one in particular]

I have been here eight months without a single proper date. This castle is ruining my romantic prospects. At this rate, I'll end up old and alone, which is a fate so depressing I'd rather not think of it.

sᴜɴsʜᴏᴡᴇʀs

[wolfchild]

( People from Tethe'alla or Sylvarant, away from Zelos Wilder )

9th sweater: a green monster with sharp teeth and a friendly smile

[bezazzled]

( Once-ler )

audio;

[rightchoices]

[ Lee is still barely convinced that any of this is real. A fever dream, maybe - but one without walkers, at least, and so he's grateful for that. He's seen the dead walk the Earth; is anything really impossible after that?

His voice is exhausted but brisk, and forceful despite it. ]

If anyone can hear this: I'm looking for a little girl by the name of Clementine. I need to find her. Now.

( (Annnnd major spoilers for The Walking Dead Episode 5 beneath this cut.) )

1st Borrowing ❧ action

[pinwield]

 Eeeyah---?! 

[ There is a tiny little girl (and by tiny, let's say, oh, three inches) scampering around the lobby in quite a panic, trying to call to her family in a quiet hiss. ]

Mother? Father? Cousin Lupy!

[ And what's worse, she can't seem to find shelter under the sofa, or anywhere for that matter. That fact is making her more scared than she would be normally. ]
Spiller?! Wh-where am I...?

[07] action

[heirofficium]

[ Hello, Paradisa, you might see a very large black dog making his way downstairs from the seventh floor, and onwards to the Impetus Tower. If you look closely, he's carrying a note as well.

Padfoot has a very important matter of business to attend to, concerning a very dear friend of his, but he's in no hurry. He's trying to distract himself in case this note is excepted with less than enthusiasm. ]



( the note Sirius is stalling to deliver )

Track 1: a new beginning

[gratuitousgerman]

[The sound of a motorcycle engine is recorded for a while, then gradually purrs to a stop.

A voice speaks, with a distinct accent and a fairly incredulous tone:]

Riding with the wind often takes me to new places, but I hadn't intended to go quite this far out of the city. [Looking around at passing townsfolk for someone who looks likely to be helpful, but no one seems to be making eye contact.] Perhaps some pretty Fraulein will stop and help me with directions back to the city of angels? I seem to have lost my way as my mind and wheels wandered.

((ooc: Open if you're in the City Royale (he's riding a motorcycle the same color as his coat), and his open journal has showed up in his pocket to record the whole encounter.))

△ First. [ Dictated ]

[explodium]

[There is a slight bit of rustling as the journal is picked up and the pages are briskly flipped through.]

Hmm. Tell me, how many of you are writing in this book?

[As his words form upon the page, Kimblee takes note of their presence with idle curiosity.]

Or speaking, as it may well be. I would suspect at least a hundred, judging by the most recent pages, but perhaps one of you could humor me?

[There's a very slight pause, as he examines his surroundings better.]

The architecture of this building is not Amestrian. In fact, it isn't like anything I've ever seen before. This entire place feels off.

... I would like to know where I am.

Fifth Snowflake

[sugarwaffo]

Oh! Right, I should do that soon...

[There's some shuffling as though Sugar was looking for something. Which she is. There's something she has to do, but she can only do it once she finds that. While she searches, Sugar addresses the journal with unusual seriousness.]

Hey, Mister Book.

If you wanted to keep something safe, where would you put it?

Case 1

[lawfulmanicure]

[The rustling was quiet and brief, followed by the softer sound of a pair of glasses being unfolded and set in place. There’s other assorted noises that suggest a daily routine, but barely five minutes pass before they’re cut off entirely.]

...Is this some form of trick? There’s no possible way that this could happen.

[ As calm as Kristoph sounds, there was an overtone of disapproval in his voice, brought on by realizing that no, the room’s not all black and white, he just can’t see colors anymore. After a harsh sigh, the quieter noises of routine die off, and are then replaced by footsteps.]

☤9

[madetosin]

There's been quite a bit of reflection this week regarding aging. Do you think the castle was attempting to remind us our mortality? The castle stalls the process of aging for us, but why? Only to turn it forward or backward when it wishes? Is it to remind us of the fragility of our situation? Or do you think it's something else.

For most of us death and old age are natural and inevitable parts of life. One thing, at least, we have in common.

What about the rest of you who have no such concern? Did you age, despite your immortality? Or are you mortal and do not age? I wonder...[a pause like a sigh of breath, though he's only exhaling smoke]...if it feels strange...to see that playing field leveled.

[The doctor himself is settled against a wall in the courtyard with a cigarette between his fingers. Well, it's not like he's going to get cancer. Small favors]