☠ 054 ; backdated to earlier in the afternoon

[molotov]

[Once a week, Molotov has to make one very massive wish. You see, when one has thirty-odd bears to feed, one needs a lot of live fish for them to catch.

So, every Thursday, she wishes for about two hundred live salmon in barrels, and transports them on a handtruck to the reserve.

How was she to know that everything would be pies today? She doesn't give a shit about dumb math jokes.

If you're anywhere in the vicinity of the lobby, congratulations! You are now surrounded by a few hundred pie shells, each containing a living, flopping fish that is desperately trying to get to water.

There is no water.

There is only a Russian mercenary, looking around in horror and screaming uselessly into the journal.]

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!

06 DNA Strands (Backdated to midday 3/14)

[kid_apocalypse]

[After his first few wishes of the day, as well as listening to the journal, Evan's fairly quickly figured out what's going on. Rather than fighting or complaining about it, however, he's decided to get creative. He can be found in the kitchen, wishing for pies of all varieties and ingredients, experimenting with what regular foods taste good baked into pie. He's currently up to his gills in a pear and peanut butter pie, when he decides to speak to his journal between bites.]

If thish ish shomething the cashtle does every year, I think I've found another reashon to rike thish plasche.

[He chews and swallows.]

As weird castle stuff goes, this isn't half bad. I personally recommend the bacon apple pie. It's really good!

[Now he's just gonna go back to stuffing his face, and will likely be in the kitchen for a while, possibly hoping for some company.]

26 - Sand Thief - Dictated

[radiantwingedone]

[ He's just full of wonderful moods recently- ]

... If there is something you cannot hold, or see, perhaps ever again, do you try to remember it? Try to keep it in mind?

Or is it not worth the effort? Memory is always faulty.

[ action ] Training Day

[wishmadeinfire]

[ A warmer day in Paradisa is never wasted, at least not by Ashura. He, personally, cannot wait for the spring and the summer to arrive to bring with them the heat and possible mugginess. He thrived in that sort of weather, where it might melt others. But oh well.

For today, least, he was out and about, giving his dragon-horse much needed exercise. The poor thing had been cooped up in the warm barn for months, lethargic and sluggish as any lizard in the cold weather. Time to shake him out of that, and no doubt he could do with some proper training again. He probably remembered, but Ashura liked to be sure, and you never knew what the Castle would throw at them next...

He first too the 18 plus hand reptilian out to the open fields, putting him through his paces - walk, trot, canter, gallop. He had him side-step and back-step with leg yields, dancing across the field. No one ever said that riding could not be beautiful, even if it was battle training an animal. 

Of course, passerby might not find it so pretty if they come across when Ashura is on the ground, facing the dragon-horse as it reared up, talons flashing and jaws snapping, ready to attack.

He's sweet, really.]

(no subject)

[willrememberthat]

[There's a drawing that takes up most of the page. It's Clem, and then this guy, but it's with big smiles and bright colors. All the excitement!]

Lee is here! He's nice, so I hope everyone is as nice to him as they've been to me. He's really brave, and really smart, too! He was a teacher. That's him, in my drawing.

[THEN IT OCCURS TO HER.]

Lee! You could be a teacher, here! There aren't any Walkers, but we don't really have school... and Professor Sage went home a while ago.

Sixty Third Sip

[mal_addict]

[Maladict has been mostly ignoring the pie mess of yesterday. She doesn't really eat, and she's always got a good supply of coffee, so she just left people complain as they always do. Still, it's got her thinking]

Back home, tomorrow is Samedi Nuit Mort. It translates to 'Saturday Night Dead'. It's one of those holidays the zombies have taken as their own. Something happened in Genua with all that, I believe. I wasn't there, but that's not my point.

[She taps the journal, somewhat impatient as she gets to that illusive point]

I can count on one hand the amount of times this castle has celebrated a holiday from a world other than Earth. And, yes I am aware that Earth is the highest population of residents here, but when you get a holiday all about maths or...pie I'm a little confused as to which one it is, you have to admit it's a little ridiculous.

two | dictated.

[kethedammit]

Hey, Felix? I reckon I figured out what that thing I lost is.

As for the rest of y'all, which ones of you are healers, and what're your rates?

thirteen :: dictated

[i_got_this]

Filtered to North (Written)

So there's this guy here, and his sister just showed up, and the castle made her forget him.

I'm glad that's not us. [It's her way of apologizing, the closest she could get to outright admitting she missed him.]

End Filter

Dictated, Open

Hey, Castle. Anyone got left over pies? I missed the whole thing. Figures I leave for a few days and that's when the cool stuff happens.

two; ( voice )

[scoring]

[ Late in the evening, this post is dictated from a cozy spot in the corner of the dining hall. With her legs curled under her and her journal balanced on her lap, she sips her tea quietly for a few minutes, just thinking.

The wash of words from dozens of different people is oddly comforting- like the inn, in a lot of ways, but with less drunk businessman shouting for 'more sake from Yuki-chan'. After a brief pause to clear her throat and set her tea aside, she starts to speak. ]

You know...I kind of miss school. It's been nice for these past few weeks, not having any real responsibility - I caught up on a lot of reading, thanks to the castle! - but between no job, and no study...

I feel like I should be doing more with my time. Does anyone else feel like that?