☽ 010 [ Waning Crescent ] - - Dictated.

[lupinotuum]

 [ Remus has been waiting. He's been patient and has set himself aside to deliberate on the best choice of action. He's had a month since the whole mess with Samkranti and his Loss and as much as Remus would simply love to continue hiding behind his lies, he knows that the Castle will not allow him that luxury. Sooner or later, the whole Castle will know what he was and Remus was not willing to allow that to happen just yet.

He knows that he must speak up now, knows that he has to be the one to start this conversation for once. The last time he was "outed", James and Snape had nearly lost their lives in the passage under the Whomping Willow and before that, in 2nd Year, it had been his friends who had cornered him. Both times, Remus had had no say, hadn't been given a chance to step up to the plate on his own, to speak on his own terms. He was not about to let that happen a third time.

That isn't to say, however, that he wasn't afraid. He was scared. Scared of what they might think and what they might say. He doubted that they would come marching with torches and pitchforks, but he knew to expect a less-than positive reaction. He had lied, after all, and what right did he, a monster, have wandering around the Castle and making claims of having human blood in his veins? 

It is for the best, he tries to convince himself as he opens up a filter. ]

( ( Filtered to all those who have encountered Moony within the last few months. ) )

4th Elevator (Voice)

[honeytoes]

[ The events of the past few days have had Gary thinking, what with the earthquake and the chaos that followed. He missed his control room. He missed having the ability to push a button, or flick a switch and have the situation in front of him resolve itself.

However the more he thought about it the more he remembered just how big and vast it was....so many different parts that needed monitoring and cataloguing. So many things that needed to be done to successfully complete the ritual.

And that was the point...the room and the ritual was too big for just one person.

There has to be somebody else in there right? Somebody else to help oversee the entire operation. But why was he drawing a blank when he tried to remember this person?

He could remember everyone else...Dr Amy Lin, Officer Daniel Truman, the boys from accounting. They were like his second family after all. So why was it such a chore trying to remember who helped him with the ritual?

He drums his fingers on the desk before speaking.]

So does anybody here ever feel like...I don't know.

[He tries again.]

Does anybody here ever feel like their memories have been tampered with?

I know it's such a strange concept here in the land on rainbows and lollypops but you don't ask you don't get right?

Forty-sixth Spell

[courageous_wit]

Hello, everyone. First of all, I want to say how pleased I am that everyone returned from the expedition safely.

Second, I would like to bring something to everyone's attention. As some of you may be aware, I recently became one of the new owners of a shop in town called the Magic Box. As the name implies, we specialize in magical herbs, charms, spells, potions and books. After the earthquake I had to do a lot of cleaning to have it ready for business.

But first, I would like to put up a "help wanted" notice for any who would like to join our staff. Knowledge of magic isn't a requirement; all I ask is that you have a good attitude and that you are courteous to customers. If you are interested, please let me know.

- 5 - You may delay, but time will not.

[toobravehearted]

[ There's a good deal of banging, whirring and clanking inside the TARDIS this evening and the noise is not of the good sort. What's that? Oh, that's another panel being tossed aside, followed by scuffling as the Doctor wriggles in waist deep under the console. Don't mind the sounds of a Doctor at work, or his muffled voice. ]

What? What on Metabelis 3 are you doing there? Right, well, that explains that...

[ Since coming back from the expedition the Doctor has been quiet and busy, distracted and out-of-sorts. The thought that the condition the old girl is in might very well be his price... No. It's unacceptable. He has to explore all the options before even admitting it might be true. He's felt the need to be ready, and with being grounded, he's feeling it more and more.

Hauling himself out of the hole he created, he's off at breakneck speed around the console. Setting co-ordinates, flicking switches, frowning at a yearometer that may as well be a bank of question marks for all the good it is to him in Paradisa. Traveling in time is out of the question. But there's no good reason why the TARDIS can't travel at all. Sequence set, he's lost count of the attempts he's already made.

The familar vworps start and it's like music to his ears, but it's a few seconds only before he meets failure. The vworps turn into a painful whine, the floor judders violently while alarms begin to sound and he has no choice but to abort because none of that is right at all.

There's silence for awhile. Disappointed, frustrated and weighing up options, he knows there are at least two last resorts he can try and one of them isn't an option at all. He's been reluctant to try for good reason. Eventually he takes the journal and scribbles a filter. ]

Filter: York

York? Are you around? I'm sorry to ask, but do you have a moment?

/Filter