- 2 - He that dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose.

[toobravehearted]

[This morning The Doctor has secluded himself in a quiet corner of the Library. He has with him his notebook, pencil and his journal. The pages that were marked for him have been well read, several times over by now, and each time he looks at them he has a new question or theory. Poring over the information he does have and taking notes however, he's been putting off one thing in particular and decides that today is time enough.

Out of the information that Lady Galadriel and Phoebe shared with him, he's seen his own name crop up several times. Not only that, but he had known Ms. Lane at one time and had spoken with her. Some of the information referenced in the pages pre-dates the journal he has... all right, almost all of the information, which The Doctor finds nothing but frustrating. A particular reference appears to be to something he once reported, which brings mixed feelings.

He shouldn't learn too much about what might be in his future. Several things that Hermione had said though, have been on his mind. The temptation to look is huge and he knows what he is risking if he does; the thought that it might be too late for that also crosses his mind. He's already trounced over his own timestream by asking questions, and it's not good to know too much. 

And yet, curiosity always wins in the end, often to his detriment. He searches for, and finds, the last entry made in his hand. It's the only one he will read, for now.

After what he has learned, it's not a surprise that Lente was mentioned and he wonders if he ever did find her. Not that he would know.

Which brings him to another thought. He's not found any reference to what point in his time stream he was taken from last. To add, he has no recollection of ever being here in his Third, and the thought that he has to acknowledge that his memories have been tampered with... In his two weeks at Cair Paradisa, The Doctor has staunchly defended that he must have been here before from further along in his time stream. The truth of the matter is... he just doesn't know and he can't be certain. It worries him to think he might be wrong. 

He decides to start with a written filter.] 

( Filtered to those that know me from my last stay. )

[The next is dictated as he is on the move leaving the Library, and his tone is forced bright and chipper.] 

Good morning everyone, I hope you're all well. For those that don't know, I'm The Doctor and I'll be pleased to make your acquaintance in the course of things. Things to note: I can't get the TARDIS to move. Nothing serious, she's just a bit under the weather and I'm working on that since I know it was possible for her to travel before. Upshot of that, running off anywhere soon is unlikely to happen. Questions, I have a few of those still. If anyone can chip-in, I'd be very grateful.

1. Has anyone spoken with Lente in the last six months? 
2. Can anyone hazard a guess at the ratio of children to adults in the castle?
3. Phoebe, if you're available, do you have a little time to talk?
4. Aradia, would you like to meet me later today?

I think that covers what is immediately on my mind, but I do have an important discovery to share. There is a forty-cup tea urn in the kitchen. [Yes, he is very pleased at this discovery.]

I'm on my way there now and I'll be making a round, so if anyone would care to join me for a cup you are very welcome to do so.

❄ second snow

[snowstorms]

[dictated]

[Jack sounds exceptionally chipper today.]

Hey, guys! Easter's just about a week away. Some of you have never heard of it, so I wanted to explain a little bit. It's the real start of spring, at least on Earth. The Easter Bunny [not kangaroo] hides tons of eggs for people to find. There's chocolate and toys for prizes, and who doesn't like a scavenger hunt?

It just so happens that Bunny is here this year, and he wants to make sure everyone gets the chance to experience Easter. The problem is, he can't paint all those eggs by himself. He might be grumpy, but he's not so bad, and he really needs help.

That's where we come in!

I'll be spending the next week or so in the garden, starting right now. We've got lots of paint and plenty of brushes to go around. Young or old, it doesn't matter. Easter's for everyone.

[Dictated]

[deductiongeek]

 I've been wondering something recently.  Are there any other kids here who like mysteries? I'm wondering, because at home there was a group of us who went around investigating mysteries. We called ourselves the detective boys.

A long time ago there was a group of kids in the castle who did something similar.  But I think I'm the only one left from that time. I was thinking it might be fun to try something like that again.

[Not fun.  Not really.  Really, he'd never been given much of a choice about joining the detective club at home.  And it had forced him into more than one annoying situation.  But here...  Conan needed to spend more time with the children of the castle.  

If one wishes to hide a tree one must go to a forest, after all.]

Number 3. [ Dictated / Action ]

[patching_up]

I never thought I'd be this glad to be back in my own room. Watching movies was nice, really, but-- I don't think I wanted to do it for a whole week. That won't happen if I go to the theater again, will it...?

Oh, I was wondering. Does anyone have any, um... anything broken that they don't want? Scrap metal or spare parts, or even bits of glass or plastic would work. I'd like to build some things, but it's a lot harder than I expected to make them with stuff that's intact. I'm not used to that at all, and it feels kind of bad to ask the castle for things and then just... ruin them. You know? I'm not sure what I'd even ask it for, anyway. I've only ever worked with stuff I've found lying around.

So, yeah, if you have any miscellaneous stuff that doesn't work or that you want to get rid of, please bring it to room 616. N-nothing too big, though! It won't fit through the door.

[For quite some time, 5 will be sitting just outside his room on the sixth floor in the hopes that someone might drop by. He doesn't want to be rude and leave the area in case anyone shows up... though he doesn't entirely take into account the fact that the door to his room is extraordinarily easy to miss.]

ℒℒ 52 || forward dated to sunday morning

[luthored]

( Room 1719 )

( Alvin )

( Kara )

{01} dictated/action

[beforeandafter]

[Kuranosuke is not a happy new castle resident. He's sharp, and has put together fairly quickly that the "talking book" he found nearby is some sort of means of communication, but other than that, he's still working on piecing things together.

He's also running frantically down the halls (despite being in high heels and a skirt--hey, he wouldn't consider himself worth his salt as a crossdresser if he couldn't manage that) and flinging open doors at random, asking roughly the same question of each new room, even as he shouts it repeatedly into the journal.]

Which way to the fashion show??

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