☽ 007 [ New Moon ] - - Dictated

[lupinotuum]

 [ There's a polite, albeit slightly distracted and nervous, tone to Remus' voice as he addresses Paradisa this morning. He's a few months late in asking this question, as he's known for some time that there are other magic-users living here in the Castle, but his mind has been much too preoccupied as of late. He's finally had a chance to sit down and think for once.
Since he's been here, Remus has been curious to learn about other forms of magic from other worlds. Though he is still a student, he likes to think of himself as well-versed in the subject and is keen to learn more about other possibilities. 

There is a light clearing of his throat, before he speaks. ]

To anyone here in the castle who has any knowledge of, or has received an education in the use of magic, I would like to meet you. 
To be frank, I sort of have a natural curiosity for this sort of thing and would very much like to learn from or at least speak to some of you -- if you're willing, of course.
I'll be in the library later today, if you'd like to meet in person.

Likewise, if anyone has any questions for me on this subject, I'd be happy to answer them. Seeing as this place has never heard of a thing called the 'International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy', I suppose a little "showing-off" couldn't hurt anyone.

[ He ends his little speech with a polite thank you and turns to other pressing matters. For these, he is sure to place filters. ]

[ Filtered to Hermione Granger. ]

I've done some work on the Map recently, but I'm stuck on one blasted charm. I can figure out how to make staircases move on a map, but can't -- for the life of me -- remember the one to make the ink reappear when we ask it to.
Oh, and Sirius' asked me to speak to him. 

[ Filtered to Sirius Black. ]

[ He's rather hesitant with this one, and again, it's taken him a few tries to get the words out of his mouth. But he's thought about it and he's tired of being a coward. He wasn't sorted into Gryffindor for nothing! ]

If ... if you're still willing, I'll come talk to you. 

⇒ 91

[ofhope]

( Room 705 )

[ written; later ]

When will spring get here? Snow may be pretty at first, but it gets boring to look at after months. Do we have to clean it up ourselves like last time?

[ A teeny little meow follows, and Joshua adds, ]

This weather is not very baby animal friendly.

Vongola XXIII -- Dictated/Action for Casa de Guts

[not_mafia]

[There's a soft mumbling first, as though someone's stirring from a deep sleep.]

... wha..?

[Those with more sensitive hearing may be able to pick up on the soft sounds of someone shifting. And then, a curious noise:] Eh?

[Followed by a huge sigh of relief.]

Finally, I'm back to myself! That took forever... --ah!

[And now Tsuna's clearly dictating into the journal.]

Hey guys, it's me. Um... Paradisa turned me into a [puppy] dog for, uh... jeez, how long was it? -- but anyway, I'm back to my regular self now. So, um, sorry if anyone was wondering where I was. It's really hard to use the journal with paws, ahahaha...

O-oh, right! I guess you guys should know, um... I was the dog with the tag that said '27'. It's, um... kind of a shorthand for my name. Not that I expect anyone would've known that... [Thanks, Paradisa, for making everyone think he had a stupid name.]

Well, I think that's about everything... Nothing really happened aside from the usual while I was a dog, right?

( Zelos )

( Casa de Guts )

First shot

[last_rat_standing]

[it had been a calm and peaceful morning in Paradisa. The sun was shining, the ducks were quacking away by the duck pond. All in all a lovely day.

That is until the thin layer of ice covering the duck pond cracks and shatters with a FOOM as a flare bursts through, sputtering out and landing harmlessly in a nearby snowbank. Seconds later a man breaks the surface of the water, gasping for air. He blinks in the sunlight, confused. It had been night a moment ago and the fire coming from the house shouldn't give off that much light. What the bloody hell is going on here?

He turns in the water, trying to get his bearings. Snow. Sunlight. And he is most definitely not treading water in the moors. He carefully makes his way to shore, cautiously silent as he surveys his surroundings. His eyes scan the surface of the castle in front of him. Not only was that most certainly not a Scottish castle but there shouldn't be any buildings for miles. He doesn't know what's going on but he most certainly doesn't like it.

As he pulls himself out of the... what is this a pond?... water splashes over the open journal laying on the shore. He doesn't pay it any mind as he looks for anyone who might be responsible for this nonsense. Silva? If he got to M first he would pray for death before Bond was through with him.]

((OOC: Open for action but have fun with those soaking wet journals, everyone!))

one abstraction

[dandelionwine]

[Although she'd gone to sleep in a small, quiet, dimly lit room and awoken the next morning in very similar surroundings, Rin had known immediately she was nowhere she'd ever been before. The strange book lying next to her head had only confirmed her suspicions.

Now she is planted in the castle's large lobby. Any passersby might notice the girl sitting against a wall, hunched over her journal and turning the pages carefully with her feet, as she has no arms. She's taking in all the information she can, learning with every turn of the page. After a while, she speaks up, more to herself than to anyone or anything else.]

Am I the only artist here? The only student? Lots of butterflies are making it confusing.

001

[littlesoul]

[She's perched on the highest spot she can find in the lobby, her journal clutched against her chest. This isn't anything like she's used to, nothing feels familiar. Her heart is beating hard in her chest and her hands want to start shaking.

Her mind is racing, filled with the thoughts of so many people around her. The night before, she had achieved some kind of calm, she remembered that, but now, with this new, strange turn of events, she's falling again, lost amidst the sea of thoughts around her.

She scribbles in her journal at a feverish pace, the words small and pushed together as she tries to hold back panic.]

Lost.

Lost, lost, lost, lost.

Fell into the black and landed here. Fell and fell and fell until I hit the ground. I can't remember how to get back, too lost to see clearly.

Can someone pick her up again? Can someone put her back where she belongs?

Too loud.

Can't go high enough, can't find a way out, can't find anything that I want.

Ship, she needs a ship again. She needs the sky.

Twenty Three Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[Oh yes, it's story time again. The Once-ler has got himself a cup of coffee, a nice cigar and an open journal, which he taps as if to get people's attention]

So, I promised I'd tell this story around this time, and keeping promises is a thing I'm trying to do, so I give you: The Curious Tale of the Sneetches on the Beaches. Or Why Racism is Pointless. [He clears his throat, and begins]
( ooc cut for length )

2nd Case

[not_nikkiheat]

[A throat clearing is heard, Kate's still not entirely sure how this journal's supposed to work]

Is there some kind of law enforcement organization here? I'm a cop back home, and I was curious if there's any need for that service.

Trial 1: WHO SAID STEAK?!

[pint_sized_carnivore]

[Meanwhile at the Impetus Tower... 

The entire place was silent, and the hallways are empty. One could seriously hear a pin drop from doors away. But then...

BAM!

A small figure of a young woman in green bursts out of the door, flying out of the room feet first. Theme music go!]

Hwataaaa! Nice try, but you kidnapped the wrong person, whoever you are!

[She did not realize her journal was open, and following her around. So whoever had their journals open would hear a loud noise that sounds like a shotgun blast]

Road Trip

[originalcopy]

[He could have sworn that he'd left his journal in his room, wanting nothing to do with the thing for a while.  Then water had started pouring out of the compartment he usually kept it in.  

Church had set his motion tracker and using the coordinate system Delta had shown him made roughly for the outpost Aradia was staying at.  He had planned to take a few days to get out there, taking his time and actually stopping for the night rather than walking through.   At some point he decided to turn off his clock and just enjoy being alone for a while.

It wasn't until he found the sopping wet journal he realized he'd been out there for a week.]


[Filtered: Aradia]

Hey, sorry I'm late... lost track of time.   I should be there in a couple of hours.

οκτώ; [written]

[lioneyed]

It seems like a lot of people have questions this week. Which reminded me that I have one of my own.

Is there anyone here willing to teach healing magic? Or even non-magical healing. I'm afraid I only know very simple things and a bit of herbology so far.

13. Try to keep an open mind, but/I just can't sleep on this tonight

[pompous_today]

Filtered away from River Tam

I finally got my sister back and she doesn't remember me. She doesn't know who I am.

他妈的鸟. 操.

[Translation: goddamnit. f-bomb.]