[Ten - Right through the Eye] [Dictated]

[the_effect_she_has]

All right.

[Katniss's tone is nothing short of something close to murderous, as she stares out at the wide expanse of the shooting range. Which is just filled with ... pies. Hundreds and hundreds of pies, all still steaming warm from the oven.]

I moved away from the castle - to get away from insane baked goods. What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On?

[She growled, before letting out an almost whispering whimper.] ...and how am I going to preserve all these?

Rose: Be utterly unimpressed

[fluthlu]

[Running out of thread while sitting up on the roof with a cross-stiching project is never a pleasant situation to be in. However, there are ways to worsen the situation, as Rose has just discovered after wishing for an extra supply.]

Assuredly, the opportunities provided by a name such as "Pi Day" are not lost on me, but I find this all terribly juvenile.

[She examines the pie in her hands - latticed and perfect, but for the bright yellow thread twining through the visible portions of the cherry filling like a sort of parasite.]

If anyone has a taste for string, acquired or otherwise, I'm thrilled to tell you that you're in for quite a treat.

((ooc: action or dictated!))

Chapter Three

[thebestseller]

Oh, free pie. This would go well with a nice cup of coffee, no doubt.

Shall I try to wish for a pie within a pie, or am I asking for trouble?

Skit 10: Pie Day

[protosshaze]

There are so many pies! Is this another holiday? I like it a lot.

But are you supposed to have curry in a pie? It doesn't taste right.

iii. question.

[ex_garroter234]

[The words are written in the centre of the page, halfway down, the handwriting thin and angular.]

What is the cause of your greatest pain?

( mansion filter )

25-Pi (Dicated/Action)

[heal_theworld]

[Martel is staring at the pies that adorn the lobby, sipping at a cup of sweetened coffee, surprisingly. Reborn is a bad influence on her. She doesn't dare even try to eat one yet, but they do look rather delicious.]

Is this an Earth holiday where people just make pies? Or is just the castle being strange today?

...And is it safe to eat them? [She's been eying a rather good looking chocolate one.]

(no subject)

[heliotroping]

[Django is in the courtyard. On his lap is a pie. And on that pie...]

...This pie has a bear paw on it... I can't tell if it's real or cream...

[he'll be there having a staring contest with that paw]

Capture 4

[panicswitched]

So... I've been seeing a lot of pies lately. Don't really think anyone could eat this many -- or that there's enough of us to eat all of them, or that anyone would want to after Valentine's Day -- so I have a proposition for you guys.

Who wants to have a pie throwing contest? I'll be outside with a bunch of pies if anyone wants to see who can smash the most pies into someone's face. If you want to bring your own, go for it. Soft pies only. No rocks or other hard things. I'll play mediator if I have to.

If that doesn't work, I'll probably just be throwing pies at trees or something. Oh! Or I could have people toss pies and see if I can catch them. [ ashley, teleporting is cheating. ] I need more practice with this stupid ability anyway.

Either way, I'll be outside entertaining myself if anyone wants to throw pies at me. [ she really doesn't care. this is the best use of castle-given pies as far as she's concerned. ]

(no subject)

[save_the_souls]

[Dictated; having a whine sound. Normally Pie Day would be the perfect day for Allen. So many delicious pies that he could eat. He could try them all with his appetite! But too many years in Paradisa, and being around people who like to drug his food? Has taught this shonen some caution.]

[Though even then his resolve is wavering]

Ehhh, they all look so good..!

Is there anything wrong with these pies? Has anyone tried them to find out?

Ugh, I shouldn't be asking this at all. Come on, it's just one day...! I can hold out!

twenty five ► life of pie

[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

I dunno why you're all complaining. After everything else the castle's thrown at us, a free pie... or five... won't hurt anybody.

[Chocolate splatters the page. Deal. With. It.

After a couple minutes of contented eating, he stacks the empty plate beside him... and judging by the clatter, there's plenty more.]

( [Filtered to people from Aselia/Sylvarant/Tethe'alla/HOME] )

written!

[nukeoleptic]

what is the craziest thing you have ever wished for? :o
(lets ignore the pies for now
which are pretty hilarious, honestly, once you get used to them!!)

also... how long are people here, on average?
are there statistics lying around or anything like that?
not that i dont enjoy it here!
because i sort of do
it is just a curiosity thing

5th Sortie

[solowingpixy]

[Larry's off in the Game Room today, and with the journal open nearby, you may hear sounds varying from explosions, missile launchings, machine gun fire, pilot chatter and music, as well as the occasional proud 'heh' from Pixy himself. Anyone who may meet him in the Game Room will see him playing Aerial Fighter 4, and being damn good at it too. He's even playing on the highest difficulty and getting through with flying colors. It's just a game, sure, but he's not about to let his piloting skills go to waste here. The mission soon draws to a close and Pixy glances over towards the open journal.]

This castle's got an odd taste in humor. I'd ask why there are pies all over the castle, but there's no point. Judgin' from the date, I'm assuming there's some kind of mathematical joke involved. Very funny, castle.

[Only he doesn't sound amused at all as he says that so dryly, glancing over to the nearby air hockey table that has a pie sitting smack dab in the middle of it.]

Someone do me a favor and let me know if any of those are safe. Can't say I necessarily trust random food from the castle, especially when it's got a theme goin' on.

[Aaand, he'll be right back to his game.]

Twenty Four Spoons {Dictated}

[cyan_maid]

If I recall correctly, there are a lot of people who've had birthdays come and go in the castle, yes? There's not a lot of funny business to them, is there? I've only got a month until my own, and I'd like to be ready. Might as well have one sweet sixteen I don't bungle...

Ahem! Yes, well! Look at all this pie! I've never seen so many kinds...some of which are definitely inedible, yes. I'm pretty sure the one I found in my room is made of shaving cream.

Hm...I think I'll take a walk, see what other kinds of pies I can find. Hoo hoo hoo!

((OOC: Feel free to run into Jane on her walk, but she can and will pie you in the face. Let me know in the subject line of your tag if this is okay!))

4th Ideal Sephira: Yay Pie Day!

[sinsoftheblaze]

[there's a Dextera in your kitchen today, eating pies. no, apparently Valentine's Day wasn't enough for him to understand that castle food sometimes bite you when you least expected it. but at the very least he had tried a few in his room and didn't feel funny so they were probably safe (hopefully).

that aside, he was rather enjoying himself. sweets were something he still wasn't used to having and tended to indulge in when he had the chance, even if one of the pies in question had a boot in it for some reason. it still tasted okay anyways.

after a minute of pie eating, Dextera decides to write out a question. curiosity and sweets on the brain tended to do that to him, apparently.]

Can I ask why kinds of sweets people like?


[ooc: open in the kitchen or over the journal!]

14th Card [dictated]

[legacydeck]

I'm not sure if I should be vaguely offended that the Castle has inched it's way onto my niche, or simply amused at the cleverness of the pun. Or disappointed I didn't think of it first.

I suppose I could feel all three at once, perhaps.

Dictated/Action

[dupable]

[ John is standing in the middle of the lobby with a pie in this hand. It's just a normal blueberry pie, but for some reason John looks ecstatic about it. He's got his journal open on a table next to him, but he's also walking up to random people who happen to be trying to just pass through like normal people and asking them to offer him the pie.

Yes, the pie he himself is holding, he wants you to offer it to him!


After a little bit of this though he does move back over to his journal to jabber away into it. ]

You guys! This is amazing. I don't know what happened, but for some reason my loss is gone! This stupid loss I have had for years is finally gone!

[ He'll probably be less excited when he realizes he's got a new loss instead, but let him have his day. ]

018: Splat! (It's Warfare) (Backdated to this morning)

[silentrunning]

[It all started with a wish. Just a simple one. Nothing too horrible. Just a hungry Chell who didn't feel like going down to the kitchen. She wished for a bowl of cereal. Perfectly good breakfast food, of course... Only to receive... a pie?

Chell stared at the pie for a long moment. What the heck. This hadn't been what she wished for. But it was a nice-looking pie. Chocolate even, and Chell was fond of chocolate. But not today. She'd wanted cereal. So she wished again.

And the Castle spat out a cereal pie. Seriously. Lucky Swarms with their cute little bee-shaped marshmallows, covered in a nice fruit spread and baked into a piecrust.]

What the hell?

[Chell muttered to herself. Begrudgingly she sat down to eat the chocolate pie, eying the dubious Lucky Swarms pie. What was she going to do with that?

Picking up the pie pan, she gave it a toss. Lucky Swarms splattered all over her wall with an appetizing splat. Hmm. That's not a bad idea!

Gathering up her journal, she creeps down to the lobby. OH good. There's nobody around. Picking up one of the tables, she overturns it and crouches behind it. If she's going to do this, she needs a barricade.

That done, she makes probably the most preposterous wish ever. She wishes for a pie. And leaves the type to the Castle's discression.

That done, she opens her journal and writes.]

Mmm. This is good pie.

[And then she sits back to wait.]

[OOC: Come to the lobby and you'll have a pie in the face.]

0000 0100 (dictated, midday 3/14)

[iin2ufferable]

[ filtered to everyone except Eridan ]

I get it, the pies are a thing, whatever. I have basically come to the conclusion that everything that happens here happens solely to piss me off.

But seriously, who puts bees in a pie?

[ filtered to Eridan ]

Hey ED. I thought about what you said before. You know, about apologies and all that. If you're still into that, come to my block, I have something to give you.

page fourteen

[fantasies]

[Today, Henry is on a mission. Specifically, a kitchen mission.

Never one to turn down a perfectly good pie, he's painstakingly collected pies from where they've been deposited around the castle, both traditional and kind of weird, and created a sampler for himself at the counter downstairs.

He opens the journal as he eats, and only sometimes talks with his mouth full.]

Hey, everybody. I'm trying an experiment, and I need your help.

The castle keeps turning wishes into pies, and I want to make the weirdest and most delicious pie I can think of. But I can only make one wish, so I wanna make sure it counts.

Suggestions? Ready, go.

012 // Dictated

[nothingtobelieve]

...I don't need this.

[He sounds vaguely exasperated, and not really aware of the journal at all. If one could actually see him, they'd be greeted with the sight of a former syndicate member poking at a fairly benign looking pie suspiciously. No sir, he doesn't like it. There's a shuffling noise, and then a door opening and closing. He may have just dumped it outside his room.]

I hope this is temporary.

[Because he is not going to start cooking for himself.]

021 Summons ❈ Written & Action

[rose_of_battle]

[Members of Symphonia House may have noticed some strange behavior from their resident ninja, who had seemed to be keeping pretty much to herself for the past couple of weeks, with barely-spoken and written journal responses being the only proof that she hadn't been sent home. She had gone out to check on Onyx, but had bypassed the front door and left by window, and returned the same way.

Despite her conversation with Colette, the ninja just couldn't bring herself to face her friends--even over meals--but she hadn't wanted to go back to the castle, either, needing a "sense" of their presence around her. So, she had remained in her room, keeping busy reading any journal entry--especially Raine's--about the castle and Paradisa she could find in order to keep from thinking certain thoughts, making the occasional foray into the kitchen for sustenance--both microwaveable and non--then returning to her room as quickly as possible before anyone could wake up and question her.

However, not even Sheena's own bad opinion of herself can keep her outgoing personality down, and it had begun to re-emerge more and more as she responded to more journals (her humor getting the better of her in one--or in this one as she draws humorous pictures of Yeleurk the cat doing cat-things), but she's still not ready to leave her room.

Not without assistance, that is.]

[ooc: Like the title says, the journal is open to replies regarding the pictures or just wanting to talk, and action regarding members of Symphonia house (animal included!)--or others who know where Sheena lives--wanting to drag her out of her room. BTW, Lloyd, she may have had one of your Hot Pockets!]