εννέα; [dictated]

[lioneyed]

[Filtered away from Felix]

What do you do if you're angry at someone, but it's not really their fault, it's just the way things are, but you're still angry and don't want to apologize, and you know they won't apologize, and...

[He trails off, realizing he's rambling rather badly]

I hate being upset with people.

ᴏɴᴇ ♚ i've lost my way, its hard to find it through

[wolfskin]

( ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴄʟɪɴɪᴄ )

( ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ )

[ Some time later Robb reaches for his journal, more than little cautious of the book yet knowing it is his only option right now. He clears his throat (talking to be a book? His men would think him mad) before speaking: ]

I am Robb Stark, King in the North and of the Trident. If any who hail from Westeros, should any of my men hear this, I would speak to you.

For any others I require nothing more than information. [ House is unhelpful. ] Of this place, who is the lord of this castle? Should it even have one. It's laws, it's people, whatever you may think is important. I would know of it.

[ A beat, long and silent. ]

You have my thanks.

[ He may get nothing, he may be get much. Either way even a single response is better than none at all. ]

SPACE OLYMPICS DAY 3

[theyear3022]

SPACE OLYMPICS
DAY 3
This is it! The big day, when all your years (or minutes) of training will finally come to fruition in the Olympic arena! I bet you couldn't even sleep last night from excitement (or from being crammed into a tube for eight hours). Unfortunately, a last-minute announcement will be putting a damper on things.

With all the events either totally cancelled or pending (#spoiler alert), and no effective curfew, you pretty much have the run of the station today. Try not to break anything! Or at least, not any worse than it's already broken...

THE ANNOUNCEMENT
SPACE CAFETERIA
EVERYWHERE ELSE
OOC: Info Post | Roster | Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4

written/action for the clinic and the church, backdated to after Robb's arrival yesterday

[ladywinter]

[The following is written simply, almost offhandedly, into the journal.]

The anniversary of my arrival here passes and only a few days later my eldest son is given back to me. The gods are good.

[Action]

[Most of the day you can find Catelyn in the clinic fussing at Robb or just sitting quietly while he rests.

But she does steal a moment to go down to the church. It’s not quite right, but it’s the closest to a sept that she’s going to get around here. She seats herself neatly in a pew and whispers a few quiet words of thanks.]

There’s a total of 242 power stars in super Mario galaxy 2

[onlyanapple]

( Lana )

( Morgana )

( Spike )

[That done, Crowley dictates idly into the journal]

You know, I'm almost sad. There was no nudity in this movie lock in. I guess that's what happens when you cut Bad Girl out of the picture. Such a same, really. It would have made things interesting.

iv. indisposed.

[ex_garroter234]

( Lady Lucrezia Borgia )

[3]

[savethedarkness]

[with Bond out in ... space ... what ... well, it leaves M to cool her heels, for the most part, and on her own to monitor the journals for information. the knowledge of her loss is annoying at the very least, but she's got other things to get used to.

like the fact that

her best agent

is

in

space.

she's reading the transcriptions of it all over for at least the third time that day, trying to figure out how it can even be possible, sipping at a glass of bourbon. if anyone in the clinic tries to tell her she shouldn't be drinking on heavy pain medication, well. okay, just go ahead and try.]

I'd heard that things change here, frequently, but I have to admit, none of you warned me about the possibility of only a handful of us being swept up. It's damn inconvenient, if you ask me.

[and then a ghost glides up to her with an envelope on a silver tray. she frowns, and takes it hesitantly] What on Earth --

[she slides out the paper, mumbling to herself as she reads] Financial Consulate of the Zargon Village for -- for FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND CREDITS?!!

[she drops the letter and practically snarls]

DOUBLE. OH. SEVEN. I don't care how many bloody lightyears away you are. Kindly explain. Now.