Episode 109

[spongetastic]

[Peter was just settling into his second cup of coffee when the letter came. It's good he's already sitting down when he reads it, because the words hurt. Every time someone leaves it's painful for him. This is just another blow, another dear friend gone back home. The news is so staggering he almost misses what else is in this letter. When he sees this second thing he lets out a soft laugh.

When he's ready to speak, his voice sounds overwhelmed]

I want to talk to everyone about something important. The newer people may not know about it, but there's a karaoke bar in town called Caritas. Its name is Latin for "mercy", and was built a few years ago by a dear friend of mine. Anyone regardless of being human, demon, powerless or powerful is welcome in Caritas. It's a sanctuary.

If you ever need a safe place to go, or just want a drink, Caritas is open to you. I won't turn anyone away. And if ever there's a crisis in Paradisa, the bar is protected.

The reason I'm saying all this is because it looks like I'm the new owner. I'm going to make sure Caritas continues to be the sanctuary its founder intended.

002

[littlesoul]

[River is settled on the roof of the castle, her journal opened up in front of her. She's staring at it for a long time before she begins to write, her letters lacking the panic and scribbling manner they had during her other journal entry.

Tell me a story.

{It's a simple request, one that might even seem childish to anyone who isn't her. She knows what she's looking for though, knows that she needs something to block out the noise in her head.

See, it's loud today. Louder tan she'd like. The world feels like it's crashing in on her, hence why she's outside, under the sky.

It's safer under the stars than it is with a roof over your head. If she can't be in the sky, she can at least have it blanketing her.]

ℒℒ 53 { written

[luthored]

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and Winifred Burkle are gone.

[ She can't say anything else. Nothing comforting. They aren't better off back home. ]

( Tim )

[ ooc; Lana would have already distributed the letters to Fred's friends listed here. Feel free to assume, or tag with responses, either way works! ]

8 Truffula Seeds

[findatree]

Hey, Grandpa! Is it true that you went up into space? Like... where the stars are and everything? How come you get to do all the fun stuff? All I got to do was get stuck in a movie theater...

Oh! Oh, guess what, Grandpa? It's spring now! That means we can plant the seed!

[psshhh he doesn't need filters. He's Ted Wiggins]

1st elevator (Action)

[honeytoes]

( Cut for length and spoilers )

Sixty Fourth Sip

[mal_addict]

So, it seems the Soul Cake Duck came early this year. Or rabbit. Whatever. It was nice to see food in this place that wasn't contaminated with insanity for a change. That should happen more often.

[She huffs out a sigh, she's bored and Tesla's been in Science Mode for a while]

I would give my left arm for something interesting to happen right now. Nothing big, just...like a really irritated demon or perhaps a swarm of giant bees. Something, anything to do.

Yes, people. I'm going to say it. I'm going to say the dreaded words and there's nothing you can do to stop me:

I'm. Bored.

[Written/Open for Action in kitchen

[rightjollyoldelf]

[There are no words in this journal entry.  It seems that someone has located their journal and decided to fill the pages with detailed plans for marvelous toys.  There are toy trains and dancing ballerinas, skates and planes and dolls.  Detailed sketches of clockwork and metalwork. Plans for every possible kind of marvelous toy.

And at the end of it North finally begins to write a few words.]

Jack.  Bunny.  Katherine. There are things that must be said.  We must meet, yes?
  


 [Later you might find North seated at the kitchen table with an immense stack of cookies on plates in front of him.  Every possible variety of christmas cookie is represented.  He picks one up and takes a bite from it.]

No!  Is no good!

[He immediately drops the rejected cookie on another plate and picks ups another one.  The same thing happens.]

What is this?  Cookies are no good!  Every single cookie in castle is no good!




[ooc: As a reminder, North can only be seen if your character believes in him.  Otherwise... well that sure is a lot of cookies on the table.]

(no subject)

[billiardsplz]

[After April Fools, Gold spent the next few days on and off searching every song that got recorded in the journal. When he's done, he opens his]

Everyone needs to practice on a karaoke machine or take lessons or something. That was just awful.

And what was with all the foreign songs? That was just weird.