134.01 - a boombox is not a toy

[hard_talker]

[ten o'clock on Monday morning finds Mark leafing through the journal, trying to find fodder from the past two weeks for his broadcast. he'd felt absolutely drained after a week locked in the movie theatre, and sort of hermited away from the rest of the castle, with the exception of Felix's visit and Nora's company. in a lot of ways, he was still just as much of an introvert as he'd been two years ago when he arrived. but now, the more he reads, the more ready he feels to get back to business.

he reaches idly for the basket at his side and munches on one of the eggs that Bunnymund left him, and not for the first time, he wonders at all the things that happen on a regular basis. the weird, the beautiful, the scary, the commonplace ... and he can't help but think of all the people - new and old - who hardly say a word about any of it. he grabs a notepad and a pen to start scribbling down things for his broadcast, and turns his stereo on to have something to work to.

it's not entirely his intention to start singing along as he works. but it happens anyway]

♫ You've got the words to change a nation
But you're biting your tongue
You've spent a life time stuck in silence
Afraid you'll say something wrong
If no one ever hears it, how we gonna learn your song?
So come on, come on - come on, come on
You've got a heart as loud as lions
So why let your voice be tamed?
Baby we're a little different
There's no need to be ashamed
You've got the light to fight the shadows
So stop hiding it away
Come on, come o-o-on ... ♪

♩ I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream till the words dry out
So put it in all of the papers,
I'm not afraid
They can read all about it
Read all about it, oh ... ♩

( OOC cut for, yes, you guessed it: lyrics! )

[once the music stops, he stares at his radio, realizes what just happened, and just laughs] Oh, shit. Here we go again.

7 Truffula Seeds

[findatree]

[good morning, Paradisa! If you happen to be on the grounds today, then you should know that this is a thing that is actually happening. Just picture Ted doing all that stuff and you've got the idea. Feel free to wonder what this crazy kid is doing and if he might possibly need mental help]

[so this is an open post via journal or action]

7th Sortie

[solowingpixy]

[Pixy'll just be minding his business sitting on the roof today. Why? Who knows. His journal's sitting idly nearby, all by its lonesome, but if nothing else, it'll catch someone starting to spout some German Belkan. In song form. What the?]

♫ Lebe auf dem Raster, wenn Du's
draußen schon nicht kannts
Wenn Deine Freunde Dich verspotten
Wahre Freunde hast Du nie gekannt
Jemand, der Dir was bedeutet - es gibt ihn nicht
Nur ein Reptil, das Lebendfutter frißt
Unverdauliches erbricht

( And there's more lyrical nonsense )

[And afterward, he stops and stares a moment, then frowns and looks rather annoyed. He had absolutely no intention of singing, so why?!]

What the hell was that about?

[ooc: naturally open, also if anyone that understands german, here's a handy translation for them to know what Pixy was singing]

sixty-sixth labyrinth

[lord_wizard]

[It's morning, and Felix is in the process of dressing for the day. He stands by the vanity mirror as he buttons up his waistcoat, thinking about how up and down he'd been for the last month. How little it had taken to knock him off balance. And as he's wondering this, he very suddenly starts to sing to himself.]

♪Call me a joker, call me a fool
Right at this moment I'm totally cool
Clear as a crystal, sharp as a knife
I feel like I'm in the prime of my life
Sometimes it feels like I'm going too fast
I don't know how long this feeling will last
Maybe it's only tonight♪

♪Darling I don't know why I go to extremes
Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens
And if I stand or I fall
It's all or nothing at all
Darling I don't know why I go to extremes♪
( Cut for lyrics )

...I am so sorry...

[It's not even clear who he's apologizing to and for what, even. He's not the best singer, certainly, but not the worst. Or maybe that it felt like he meant nearly every one of those words and there was nothing he could do about it. He's not even sure himself. Like usual.]

Must. Protect. Kankri's. Virtue.

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

H3LP
HL3333333333P
1 N33D
N33D
H3LP

KK 15 1N D4NG3R
M374L 8ULG3 TR4P 4ND 4 P4PL0CK
WH3R3 D0 1 G37 7H3M 5747

[Translation: /various calls for help
KK is in danger
metal bulge trap and a padlock
where do I get them, stat]

27 - Jun - BACKDATED TO LAST DAY OF SPACE OLYMPICS (3/28)

[radiantwingedone]

[ So Duke wasn't sure if he accidentally took a wrong turn off that station, or ended up getting hit with one of those noisy... things that had been ... around.

But he does know that there isn't anymore of that really stupid "zero gravity" anymore, which (hopefully) means he's back in Paradisa.

The problem is he doesn't know where in the castle grounds he is. And wandering around doesn't help him in the slightest.

He sounds reluctant and embarrassed when he finally addresses the journal. ]

... I'm lost.

eighteenth snare, first song

[fanstheflame]

[April finds Gale walking back into Casa de Guts from a store in town, with a paper bag of nails in his hand. the sun is out, the snow is gone, his renovations are coming along, and all-in-all he's in an extremely good mood. as he takes off his vest to hang it by the door, he opens his mouth to call out a general greeting to anyone within earshot. what comes out instead? a song.]

♫ The world today can be a scary place -
Hard to keep your faith in the human race.
We're runnin' outta trees,
And we're runnin' outta space,
But we'll never run out of good people. ♪

[he moves for the fridge to grab a glass of water, then heads for the stairs, glancing at the rooms he passes, the little decorations, the ... empty booze bottles ... all the small touches they've put to the building - to their home]

♪ Ask 'em for a shovel and they'll dig you a hole,
Put the coffee on, and drag you in from the cold.
If you get lost, they'll show you where to go,
Even give you a ride - good people. ♪

♩ Good people aren't hard to find:
They're right around the corner, at the end of the line, it's true!
Good people got peace of mind,
And I'd like to spend some time with you!
Ooh ooh ooh... ♩

( OOCly cut for more warm fuzzies. )

5 Famiglie~ [Dictated/Action]

[is_mafia]

[Giotto was sitting in the library once again, journal sitting out next to him, doing something that he really shouldn't be doing. He was looking up future information on the Mafia. Though, there was no real information on his family... There was plenty on other families and things that had happened.

He looked at the history book, dismayed at what he was reading. What had he even started...?

And as if to answer him, he starts to sing:]

♪ Life imitates the game of chess
You can be the rook or the pawn
If you have the strategy that's best
You can be the king or in this case the Don
It's easy to get knocked out of the game
Depending on which way you want to play
You've got to have eyes in the back of your head
Now that we have that out of the way ♪

( Cut for derpy mafioso singing~ )

[Accidentally Dictated]

[deductiongeek]

[One of the few positive things about this entire situation, in Conan's opinion, was that he was living alone. None of the people who concerned themselves about him were rude or determined enough to intrude on his room.

Except for Dairine. But he hoped that the security alarms he just finished installing would slow her down at least. Until he could figure out how she kept managing to sneak into his room.

But for the most part he actually had privacy when he wanted to be alone. And as so often happened, the moment he was alone his thoughts turned to Ran. About how long she had been waiting for him. About the lies he was forced to tell her, and the words he wanted more than anything to tell her. The words that he could only tell her with his own voice.

Slowly, without even realizing he was doing so, he begins to sing.

Horribly, horribly out of tune. Not a single note is anywhere close to being on key. ]

♫Where am I today? I wish that I knew
'Cause looking around there's no sign of you
I don't remember one jump or one leap
Just quiet steps away from your lead

I'm holding my heart out but clutching it too
Feeling this short of a love that we once knew
I'm calling this home when it's not even close
Playing the role with nerves left exposed ♫

[As he goes on, his voice gets more plaintive and depressed.  And even less in tune, if that's possible.]

♫Standing on a darkened stage, stumbling through the lines
Others have excuses, but I have my reasons why.♫

[He had reasons.  They were good reasons.  He knew that.  But somehow, when she was crying they never seemed good enough. He sighs and starts on the next verse,] 

♫ We get distracted by dreams of our own
But nobody's happy while feeling alone
And knowing how hard it hurts when we fall
We lean another ladder against the wrong wall

And climb high to the highest rung, to shake fists at the sky
While others have excuses, I have my reasons why ♫

❀ Episode 08 ❀ [Action / Accidentally Dictated]

[therealrisette]

[Today, Rise is exploring the Music Room for the first time ever! As expected, it's occupied with all kinds of musical instruments and equipment, and not exactly the most familiar sight for a pop idol. But there is a nice space for a makeshift stage, and the acoustics of the room are pretty good. Maybe not a good place for actual performances, but she could definitely practice here!

She has no intention of actually doing so today. She doesn't have any material, so she's just kind of looking around and admiring the baby grand piano. Nanako said she plays, maybe they could do something together someday?

She traces her fingers along the top of the piano, all but completely unaware of her own voice whispering a singsongy verse. Of course, her open journal is sitting nearby.]

♫ Open up your eyes take a look at me
If the picture fits in your memory
I've been driven by the rhythm like the beat of a heart
And I won't stop until I start to stand out ♪

[There's a brief pause as she makes her way to the empty "stage", her mind drifting to her work back home as an idol. Her voice comes back even stronger.]

♫ Some people settle for the typical thing
Livin' all their lives waitin' in the wings
It ain't a question of 'if', just a matter of time
Before I move to the front of the line

♪ And once you're watchin' ev'ry move that I make
Ya gotta believe that I got what it takes ♪

( Musical cut of great justice! )

[The final note rings through the music room. Rise stands in the center of her "stage" with one hand on her hip and the other raised high in the air.

It takes a few minutes before she realizes what just happened. And she just blinks in confusion.]

... Huh?

{ooc: Thanks to Ang for reminding me this song exists! :3}

047 spells cast

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe's pen taps against her desk a few times. She's thinking about putting out another announcement about her advice column... the one that doesn't really exist at the castle. She misses giving advice sometimes. She does everything she can to help her friends when they need help but... there was a certain sense of satisfaction that comes from helping someone who's real name or identity she doesn't even know.

She sighs softly, resting her chin on her hand. Without even thinking about it she starts singing, softly at first but her voice slowly grows in strength.]

( If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea... )

Twenty Five Spoons {Accidentally Dictated}

[cyan_maid]

[The journal falls open to the sound of chipper humming and stirring.]

There we go...I'll just leave these out and see who takes the bait! Hoo hoo, just imagine their faces when they take a bite of these and get the completely wrong flavor! [A pause.] Oh gosh, I hope nobody thinks the nut free sign is a prank. That's the most honest thing here!

[There's a bit more stirring, and the humming turns to a tune that's a bit more...fanciful? And then a voice floats in. As it sings, it seems to veer closer to and farther from the journal, like the subject might be indulging the whims of the music.]

( {Cut for 1956 musical sensibilities} )

[The tune continues on, the singer unaware of the still-open journal. Would you like to speak up, or surprise her in the kitchen and take her up on that offer to dance?]

third shot

[last_rat_standing]

[Today found Bond (once again) in Caritas. He'd become fond of the bar. It was quiet and few people bothered him... usually.

As long as he was able to avoid anything having to do with karaoke, that is.

Today was a different matter entirely, however. He'd been sipping his drink, minding his own business when something on stage caught his eye. He glances over at the one lonely guitar sitting there, probably left there ages ago by someone long since gone from the castle. He can't say what draws him to the instrument but he drains his drink and pushes off of the bar stool, crossing to it. Picking it up he sits on the edge of the stage and plucks a few notes. It's been years since he's even touched a guitar, let alone played one, yet somehow a song comes right to mind. Without even thinking about it he starts playing and singing softly]

♪ Round and round
Round we go.
Where it stops?
Nobody knows it.
Side to side.
Back and forth. ♪
God above
And the devil below him.
You got your reasons
And I got my wants.
♪ Still get that feeling
But I'm too old to die young now.
Too old to die young now.
Above or below the ground.
Too old to die young now.
Still the good lord might lay me down. ♪

[As the last chord fades he blinks, staring down at his hands as if they belonged to someone else. He frowns]

What the bloody hell?

fourth tooth mark

[quadro_dent]

[Anyone looking in their journal today will have a double treat. Sunny's found some crayons and has decided that she wants to draw that beautiful spring day outside her window. She's humming wordlessly as she draws.]

09 DNA Strands - Get Rhythm - Accidentally dictated

[kid_apocalypse]

[Today finds Evan rollerblading through the castle's numerous halls. Why? Because he's a child, and because it's fun. As he rollerblades, he starts to notice an odd, rhythmic clicking in the wheels as he rolls along, which reminds him of a song he likes, and he softly begins to sing, his voice gaining strength as he finds himself enjoying it.]

( Click-click, click-click... )

[He stops after he finishes, a little confused, when he notices his journal laying nearby. Apparently, it's been following him.]

Huh. That's different. Haven't sung any Johnny Cash since I left home.

054 red letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

[It's 8:00 in the evening and Nora's standing at her easel in her room wearing a man's dress shirt... and not much else. She's working on a larger canvas today, practicing her landscape painting so she won't fuck up the mural she's planning for Giotto. The CD that had been playing ended about half an hour ago. She COULD start another one but that would mean either cleaning up or getting MORE paint on it and, well, the buttons were already getting a little gummed up as it was. In the end she'd decided that she'd rather keep working.

Of course Paradisa isn't going to let silence go on a day like today. She starts out humming but it's not very long before she's singing and dancing around her room]

♪ This is who I am
and this is what I like
GC, Sum and Blink and Mxpx rocking my room
if your looking for me
I'll be at the show ♪
I could never find a better place to go

♪ Until the day I die I promise I won't change
so you better give up
( I don't wanna be told to grow up... )

[She stops bouncing and singing, realizing what she'd been doing. Looking around the room she bursts out laughing]

Well I guess that could've been worse.

Musical Interlude.

[originalcopy]

[Church had intended to ask/complain about all the singing coming over the journals and as the song came unbidden, he realized he really should have known better.]

I've been bashed and battered
And bruised and beaten
I've been abused, misused, and I've been mistreated
I've been up and down, and still I feel
You're an asshole

And I've looked at it from your side
And I've looked at it from mine
And I know you had a hard time when you were only nine
But that was long ago, and now there's just no denyin'
That you're an asshole

You're an asshole
You're an asshole
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You're an asshole

( lyrical madness )

Stupid castle.

020 - La La La

[silentrunning]

[Chell's in a good mood today. The sun's shining. The birds are singing. She's outside, walking through the gardens, open journal in her hands. Everything smells like new life. It tickles a memory deeply buried in her head of going once to somewhere where fresh vegetables were bought and sold. The memory's fleeting but it makes her smile.

And as she walks along, she slowly begins to realize she's humming to the rhythm of her shoes on the path. She takes a few steps more, and she remembers the words to the song she's humming. It had been one that Mark had pointed out to her in their discussions of music. She'd asked him for some songs he thought she'd like, based on a song she'd given him. The song she's humming now had been one of the ones he'd provided. It perhaps isn't the song for a day like today, but she likes it anyhow.

Chell's never sang before, that she can remember anyhow. So when she opens her mouth to take a breath, and finds herself singing, it comes as a great surprise. But she doesn't try to stop herself. She does like the song And she doesn't even care that her journal's open.]

[OOC: Lyrics are on the Youtube. If anyone wants actual printed lyrics, let me know.]

- 3 - I've a pretty taste for paradox.

[toobravehearted]

[It starts in the subconscious, below the radar. A snatch of a tune that runs around his head and an occasional tap of his foot. It isn't long before he is humming. It's a quirky tune, fast paced. His fingers start to tap out the rhythm of the libretto on the counter in the laboratory. It's building and the humming he makes changes to the odd spoken word under his breath, until it's too much and it has to be let out, haltingly at first, then increasing in strength.] 

♬ I am the very model of a modern Major-General,
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,
About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news,
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.

[That's it. The Doctor is cooking on gas. He spins around on his lab chair and he jumps up, off at a brisk walk through the TARDIS. Good thing the journal is with him, yes?] 

( lyric spam )

[By the time he's finished he has reached the console room and there is stunned silence for thirty seconds.] 


...Good heavens. At least it wasn't Three Little Maids From School.

[Action/Dictated Accidentally]

[lightbranded]

[Unlike some people WIll isn't bothered much when a sudden urge to sing comes over him during his walk through the garden. He simply holds his head up straight and lets the music come out as it will. His choirmaster back home would have been very proud of his form.

His voice comes out clearly over the journals, high and pure and almost eerie.]

We left the music behind as the dance carried on
As we stole away to the seashore
We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair
And with sadness you paused.

Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go
Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so
Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time
And I wondered why.

As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea
A vision came o'er me
Of thundering hooves and beating wings
In clouds above.

As you turned to go I heard you call my name,
You were like a bird in a cage spreading its wings to fly
"The old ways are lost," you sang as you flew
And I wondered why.

Trial 3: Inaba Style

[pint_sized_carnivore]

 [Chie got out of her room with something on her hand. It was her mp3 player that she managed to have with her at the time she got to Paradisa. She wished for a pair of headphones earlier, the same model as her friend Yosuke has back home. Locking the door to her room behind her, her music started playing. 

She was just walking quietly and yawned. She was gonna do her daily run, but something felt weird. She gets this urge to sing along to her song... and dance.

She begins to pump up the volume and lightly move her head with the beat. She starts tapping her foot as well, until she feels her body start to dance to the song. Her journal is following her, so prepare to hear this song all over the castle]

♫ Oppan Gangnam Style
Gangnam Style ♪

[Chie stops to pose stylishly. Then proceeds to spout of some Korean rhymes. She's got the flow. All those 30 minute singing in the shower every day paid off, it seems]

♫ Na je nun ta sa ro un in gan jo gin yo ja 
Ko pi han ja ne yo yu rul a neun pum gyo gi nun yo ja 
Ba mi o myon shim ja ngi tu go wo ji nun yo ja 
Gu ron ban jon i nun yo ja 

[Chie started busting out her moves as she walks in the hallways toward the elevator, like she's in a music video or something]

♫ Na nun sa na ye 
Na je nun no man kum ta sa ro un gu ron sa na ye 
Ko pi shik gi do jo ne one shot te ri nun sa na ye 
Ba mi o myon shim ja ngi to jyo bo ri nun sa na ye 
Gu ron sa na ye 

A rum de wo sa rang su ro wo 
Gu re no hey gu re ba ro no hey 
A reum de wo sa rang su ro wo 
Gu re no hey gu re ba ro no hey 
Ji gum bu to gal de ka ji ga bol ka 

Oppan Gangnam Style 
Gangnam Style 
Op op op op oppan Gangnam Style 
Gangnam Style 
Op op op op oppan Gangnam Style ♪

( EEEEEEYYY SEXEH LADEH  )

[4]

[savethedarkness]

[M hasn't spent long in her new room at all, but even so, she's not happy with it. she almost liked it better in the clinic. there, she had the anonymity she's used to: but here they've pasted her name in gold on the door. her REAL one, where she's spent the last few weeks introducing herself as Emma to save her skin. it's something that's easily worked around, but it still eats at her, and not necessarily because a secret she's used to keeping has been blown wide open. what's slowly bothering her more is that there's only one person who ever called her by that name, and he's far gone. sure, one other person knows her real name, but she'll be damned before she lets him speak it. it's a matter of pride, even as she knows she'll do whatever she can for that one other person. her stubborn nature's at war with the fact that she still feels her duty around her, even here. she's kept it inside well - she's an expert at that, after all. and yet, today - with everyone spilling their hearts out their mouths, she's been watching with a mounting horror, knowing it's only a matter of time.

so she paces her room like a kenneled animal, fidgeting, irritated, until the words can't be contained and fly out, bitten out and bitter. just the right sort of song.]

♫ Loneliness?!
Is a place that I know well
It's the distance between us
And the space inside ourselves ♪

♪ And emptiness?
Is the chattering in your head
It's the call of the living
And the race from life to death
Whoa and I know - yeah, and I know
What you feel... ♪

[she absently reaches up to touch her cheek, feeling along her jawline, as if she expects her face to feel different - as if she needs to make sure it's still there. there are things that haunt her, these days, that follow her. sins to think on.]

♩ And I've got a longin' that's hard to find
Won't give me no peace of mind
Something that I've lived with all along
Days and weeks and months and years
Filling in the time, my dear,
Tryin' to find the place where I belong... ♩

( OOC cut for lyrics... )

[she shakes her head, disgusted with herself. there are worse things she could have laid bare, by far, but this ... this one's fresh, it's still raw and literally still healing. she sits down at her desk and buries her face in her hands, completely done with this nonsense. once she's had a moment to compose herself, she speaks up, plain and sharp, as though none of that just left her lips]

I'd give someone half the jewels in the Tower if they'd bring me a bloody cup of tea about now.

♫ 13

[both_neither]

[Gren is walking up to the castle for his semi-regular visit, now that he's decided avoiding the castle completely isn't entirely possible or desirable, when there were people in it he wanted to see more of, Spike not withstanding. That stuff only matters as much as he lets it matter. With the Walkman that Mark had given him on Christmas in his coat pocket and headphones on, he walks into the lobby. He doesn't immediately notice that the next song actually isn't one that was on the disc in the first place, just as he doesn't quite realize it when he starts to sing along with a slight smile.]

♪My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo♪

[The beat switches up into more of a rap, but he just keeps going. At least it fits the slightly raspy baritone of his voice better. There's probably a reason he used to play music than sing it]

♪Gym Class Heroes baby!
If I was just another dusty record on the shelf
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?
If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that?
Like yea fucked up, check it Travie, I can handle that
Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks
It's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks
I used to, used to, used to, used to, now I'm over that
'Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts♪

♪If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you♪

( I bet you can guess what's under here )

Oh. Crap.

60. dictated (but open to action)

[foolreversed]

[Adachi's out in the lobby just staring at the journal incredulously]

...Really? This one again castle? Man, I saw this in my first year! Been there, done that! Couldn't top the flooding from last year, could ya?

Man, I feel sorry for you schmucks. I think I'd die of embarrassment if I were in your shoes, haha!

Luckily the castle seems to like me again and--

[pause.]

Primadonna... girl??

[uh oh]

All I ever wanted was... the world.
Can't help that I need it all...
The primadonna life, the rise and fall...

[and then it goes from its original quiet hesitant tone to the full out singing]

You say that I'm kinda difficult!
But it's always someone else's fault!
Got you wrapped around my finger, babe-
You can count on me to misbe--

[and at that Adachi FURIOUSLY CLAMPS BOTH HANDS OVER HIS MOUTH BECAUSE FUCK NO although the compulsion is still very strong start taking bets on how long he'll last]

Syntax Error 31

[wizard_redfive]

[Lots of people were singing into the journal today. Dairine had noticed the trend, which was a good sign something was up. However, it was late enough in the evening that Dairine thought she was safe from the strange singing epidemic. Which is why she finally decided to address the journal.]

Well, last month was... eventful. Got turned into a Senior, then a kindergartener. I met a whole crowd of new people. The Easter Bunny had his big day. And I finally got to see space again! Sure, the trip came with limited food and a hostile alien attack, but what can you do.

It's nice to have some normalcy every once and a while.

[ People who met her while she was a child ]

So. For those who didn't figure it out already, that little kid you met two weeks ago? Was me. I was on a loss at the time.

Sorry for any trouble I might have caused.

[ / Filter ]

[That done, Dairine hums absentmindedly, before an irresistable urge begins to form. Soon she starts to sing, in a surprisingly melodic voice. You can thank her choir training.]

Hope can drown lost in thunderous sound
Fear can claim what little faith remains

But I carry strength from souls now gone
They won't let me give in

I will never surrender
We'll free the Earth and sky
Crush my heart into embers
And I will reignite
Laaa laaa laaaa...
I will reignite

( Read more... )

...Oh.

Chair the Ninth

[theabjectauthor]

... Goodness, but you're all musically inclined, today. [Lemony sits in the library, in a back corner, near the reading tables.] It makes it somewhat difficult for one to come up with the best strategy for reforming an ancient organization.

And yet, it's fitting, somehow. They were all quite fond of song, and expression ... once. Many years ago. Before ...

[he looks around the still library. the quiet place that usually brings him so much peace - now almost too quiet, too silent. in his solitude, for once, he feels an absence. the song creeps up on him quietly, but it settles. and it stays. and he sings.]

( There's a grief that can't be spoken. )

31-Accidental voice

[jimfromit]

[Moriarty is busy toying away with his laptop. He's bored...but like that's a surprise to anybody.

Opportunities for mischief and worthy playmates have been very few and far between lately, so he's passing the time with menial little things such as being a techno geek.

However an urge comes over him...an urge to do something he'd never usually do in a million years.He starts to sing.

It's also worth noting his journal has been left open.]



Look around everywhere you turn is heartache
It's everywhere that you go (look around)
You try everything you can to escape
The pain of life that you know (life that you know)

When all else fails and you long to be
Something better than you are today
I know a place where you can get away
It's called a dance floor, and here's what it's for, so

( Cut for lyrical goodness )

....Well that was new.

☽ 008 [ Waxing ] - - Action / Dictated / The morning after the Full / First Loss.

[lupinotuum]

 [ There's a rather horrible, gut-wrenching howl being broadcast through the journals this morning. A pained, frightened noise from a creature who had only been bounding through the forest, yipping and howling for joy just mere hours before. What had started out as a rather enjoyable night under the moon had turned into one of Remus' worst nightmares. Waking up to find himself still a wolf -- still Moony -- was something that had only existed in his dreams; a fear that had plagued him since he was very young. To have it become reality, well...

Let's just say he wasn't taking it too well at all.

The castle is responsible for this, that much he is certain of. He is lucky enough to have his full mind intact still, but the panic and the fear clouds his mind, impairs his judgement. Without any regard to Sirius -- nor any warning for that matter -- he bolts, tail between his legs and the whites of his eyes showing as he races through the pines toward the Castle. His heart is beating a million miles a second, all sorts of thoughts screaming and buzzing inside his skull like a swarm of angry hornets. He's beyond scared at this point.

Please, no no no ... not this!

Before long, he finds himself at the steps, and he stumbles as his paws scrabble over the melting snow and ice still covering the stone. If he can just get to his room before anyone sees him... ]



(ooc: anybody is welcome to either confront him in the forest or in the castle. He's safe to approach -- mostly.)