18 | In Which Howl Is Worn Out [Dictated]

[strangewonders]

Have things quieted down?

[There's a pause as if he were actually waiting for an answer. He's not.]

Good. Then I'm going to sleep for three days. Don't try and wake me.

[Because he's so sure the castle cares. Hey, he may have been feeling charitable the last few days, but he can't be cured of his self-centeredness quite that easily]

- 7 - I seated ugliness on my knee and almost immediately grew tired of it.

[toobravehearted]

[Backdated to the evening of the 11th]

[ The Doctor finally returns to 2109 to freshen up and get a change of clothes. His poor frock coat is torn and dirty, his stick of celery, well that disappeared long ago, he's dishevelled and his body feels like a big, blue bruise. Not unusual for the Doctor to be on the go for several days, but even he has his limits and he's reaching them. He saw Paradisa's true face this week and just what it is capable of. It's high time he did something about it that is proactive and he has a plan in mind. However, he needs to be prepared for that, so have a weary sounding Doctor in the meantime, castle... ]

Good evening everyone. It's the Doctor here, although I won't keep you too long. There are several people I've not seen or heard from yet and I would appreciate if you could check in if you're able to. I... Please. I'll be doing a check of all rooms shortly.

For those who have lost friends in this... Nothing, not even Paradisa, can make this less difficult to understand or take and... I am truly sorry for your loss. [ Because if they could have gotten the doors open sooner... If they had done this, if they had done that... The biggest word in the English language, or any language for that matter. ]

I've mentioned this before, but- Pardon me, who put that there?

[ In his room is a steaming golden cup of tea next to a teapot. He eyes both dubiously at first. Then he smells the tea. Then he smells what is in the pot. Yes, it's tea, nothing untoward he can detect by nose. He takes the tiniest sip and does that taste good, followed by a deep draught from the cup. Entering the TARDIS and navigating the corridors with ease, he drains the last of the tea and shucks his coat as he goes. ]

Oh my little friend, did anything taste as sweet? Where was I? Yes. I've mentioned this before; there is a room in the TARDIS with a calming and restful environment, specifically aimed at promoting healing, both physically and... Well, [ yaaaaawnn ] so sorry, excuse me, I've brought it right up to the Console room temporarily so that it is easier to locate and my doors are open for anyone who will benefit from this. Please, you are more than welcome, the room is quite large and I think I'll find myself there before too long also. Roses. Just follow your nose.

I'm sure its not escaped anyone's attention that there is a rather large ornament i-i-in [ yaaaaawnn again ] Paradisa's front garden. Has anyone had any thoughts as to that, yet? I had a couple, myself, if anyone is interested in discussing that at all. [ Really, his first thought is destroying the Lewis and Clark with fire because who wants a reminder? Logically, he knows there's potentially a lot to be learned from the downed ship. ]

In the meantime, for those that require routine medical attention, there is some room in the clinic in town. The one in the castle is quite crowded and the staff are- [ another yaaaaaaawwwnn; it just goes on. ] Excuse me, good heavens, I'm ti- -Oh.

[ He's still holding that tea cup. Pity it's empty, but he's just learned a valuable lesson as he slides down the wall and falls heavily asleep in the TARDIS corridors; don't eat or drink anything that comes from unknown sources. ]


[[ooc: and that's this guy out for the count with a teal dear. also, the tardis is OPEN! small gift there, use the zero room wisely if you wanna. in absence of Five, tardis will prevent anyone from going too deep and send them 'round in circles near the console room/zero room/some bedrooms (not his) instead, if anyone wants to play with that. hey, if anyone happens across Five, be kind with a blanket, eh? over and out for 2 weeks, roger!]]

005

[littlesoul]

[River looks a little worn down, a little tired but not bad. She's been hiding, keeping away from people after the Event Horizon and trying hard to keep herself as sane as she ever is with all the chaos that has been going through people's minds.

But she's smiling now, which is something.]

Faded into the walls for a while, slept for so long. Sorry. Back now, alive again. She's here if you need her.

Twenty Eight Spoons {Written}

[cyan_maid]

I am very much aware that the events of the past week were not as kind to others as they were to myself.
In fact, to some they were particularly benevolent, and that’s a good thing! I wouldn’t wish those days on either ship on anyone.
But that’s beside the point.
I think it would be particularly helpful if we all did something to relax together. Something fun.
I understand if there are people who think that’s in bad taste, but spending your days beating yourself up about all that’s happened cannot be healthy!
So how about this, then – the next coming Thursday afternoon, we all gather on the grounds and just…have a party!
No big to-dos, nothing fancy, just something where we can talk or play games or lie down on the grass if we want to! And everyone could bring some sort of food to share! So we could make it like a picnic!
I think if we had a day where we did not think of all the bad things, it could help people heal. :B

026 Summons ❈ Dictated ❈ Backdated to the 11th

[rose_of_battle]

[Sheena's voice is tired and filled with concern as she dictates into the journal.]

( Short but sweet about Spike )

Eighth Snowflake

[sugarwaffo]

[Sugar didn’t understand the full story of what had happened while she was asleep, but she could tell it was bad. Everyone was much sadder these days. She was sad that they were sad too. She was sad that people were hurt and tired and didn’t want to play anymore. She wished that she could help.

That’s when Sugar gets an idea.

Flitting over to the lobby, she pulls out her flute and starts to play. Those with their journal open will hear this impromptu musical performance. But anyone in the lobby may notice a couple stray snowflakes fall down, only to disappear before they reach the ground.

She hopes it makes people feel a little better.]

((Happy Mother's Day from Sugar! (Except she doesn't know about Mother's Day, thankfully, otherwise you'd never hear the end of it.) The music starts at 20:02, in case my link doesn't work. To hear a piano version, listen here))

11th Sortie

[solowingpixy]

[In the clinic, Pixy's been a little low on sleep lately. With the incidents of the Event Horizon still fresh in his mind, sleep hasn't been particularly high on his agenda, and when he manages to doze for any amount of time, he won't be asleep for very long as his mind returns to what happened. And that girl. That girl's face is always in his mind. He can see her clear as day, everytime he closes his eyes. He knows fully well it wasn't him in control, but how do you admit that to yourself? More importantly, hell, what was he going to do if he SAW her again? If death wasn't permanent like everyone said it was...

He sighed as he ran his right hand through his hair - since his right arm was the only one that could do any sort of movement for the time being. This was all just a terrible dream. Or at least he wished it was, anyway. The severe pain in his shoulder and leg felt all too real.

He'll notice his journal is open next to him, remembering two things he had to mention. Guess he had filters to do.]

( Chie )

( Rise )

[With those done, he gives another annoyed sigh and glances around the clinic.]

I'm really not fond of the idea of being cooped up like this.

[ action + written - backdated to shortly after the end of the EH plot]

[peacockherald]

[ Vanyel knew he should have told the others, should have said something - but he was sure they knew when they took the count of the bodies in the clinic. But he couldn't make himself do it. It wasn't in him to announce that sort of thing, he had faced it enough times in years prior. Facing it again...

Well, it wasn't up to it. Especially not with Clow. It hurt and he wasn't up for it. He could have staid in his room, but he was afraid he would dream there, and he never had good experiences with dealing with sorrow locked in a room. So he needed to be outside, away from his room, and definitely away from the clinic. His happiest times had always been with the Tayledras, in their trees, in their forests, so maybe he should go there. He wished this place had the Tayledras baths with their cascading falls and heats, but he would have to make due with height. 

So out he went into the gardens, seeking out a tree, any tree. He found one swiftly enough, scrambling up and embarrassed for how much scrambling he actually did and sincerely hoped that no one saw it. His brothers would have been shamed - even his niece would have found it shameful. He worked himself up to the branch and sat back, sighing as he leaned back against the trunk, legs dangling on either side of the branch.

After a moment he took out the journal, began to scratch at it - ]

It might be selfish right now, but if anyone could... I would appreciate music of some sort. I would play some myself, but I can't. So I have to ask a favor, which I promise to repay. Just a song, that's all. Please. 

DWN 009 - Metal [Action/Heard over journal.]

[whistles_the_blues]

[Blues had kept himself scarce since the return to the castle, having locked himself away in his room and refusing to actually speak to anyone. It wasn't like he needed to eat or drink anything and well heck being a robot it's not like it would start to smell after awhile. However, he can only spend so long moping around before he feels the need to do something to take his mind off of it.

So he slips out of his room and decides to visit the music room today. He had been practicing with a guitar for a while now and had actually gotten pretty good at it. He doesn't notice his journal has opened up when he starts to play a little tune.

Anyone who actually walks by the music room may see that he hasn't repaired any of the damage from the he received while on the Event Horizon. He's covered in dings and scratches, there's a large dent in one of his cheeks and heck, he hasn't even replaced his cracked sunglasses.

[OOC: Tune can be heard over the journal. Or feel free to actually run into him]

[ action ]

[wishmadeinfire]

[ It had been what - a week? - since those terrible days. Since the nightmares. He had slept in fits, though Felix's nightmare charms had helped him. He wasn't sleeping much still, though, as afraid to even try sleeping with the charms. He did not much like disturbing Felix, so he often found himself wandering about at night, sitting in their living room or in the library, or, tonight, in the kitchen, trying to make himself tea. Maybe it would help him sleep.

He could have wished it up, but he wanted to make it himself, give himself something to concentrate on him, to focus on for five minutes. 

He had managed to make the tea and pour it, and now it was time to handle the mug. It was a more daunting prospect than it seemed, given his hands. He was having sessions to heal them, but they still ached from the damage he had done, and a part of him feared they might never be what they one were. His nails had been filed and smoothed out at least, though it was hard for him to look at the pink lines criss-crossing his palms.

Shaking his head, he reached out, taking the tea mug into his hands, glad for its warmth. He brought it up to his face, to smell it, take in the comfort... and pain seized the nerves of his hands and he gasped, grip loosening enough that the mug slipped from his hand. 

The crash of it hitting the floor, shattering was far to loud in Ashura's ears, making him wince. He wanted to curse, staring at the shattered mug, the slowly spreading liquid that was still steaming, but that was not proper, was it? He leaned against the counter, just breathing, letting the tremors in his hands settle down before he went for a cloth. So, you know, watch your step anyone that came in. ]

[Action + Accidental Dictation]

[hardenedimmortal]

[Adam had reached for his journal in order to check up on certain people. He'd disappeared before making sure that they were okay physically. He'd needed to take care of his own mental needs. His fragile psyche had been on the verge of shattering around him and, when that happened, people typically got hurt.

He'd fled to the forest where he'd let off some steam and just generally let himself unwind. Days later, he was still there. In that time, he'd acquired a new friend. A surprisingly fluffy kitten with reddish black fur and brilliant yellow green eyes. He'd tried to ignore the little creature at first, but it had been persistent. Finally, he'd allowed it to stay and even fed it and gave it attention.

But now? Now, he was wishing that he'd never met that fur ball. He hadn't even opened the journal when the kitten somehow managed to get onto his head and sink her claws into his scalp. The journal had fallen out of his hands and hit the ground, opening. The entire castle was treated to cursing in various languages including English, French, Italian, and Japanese]

I WILL SKIN YOU ALIVE AND STICK YOU IN A STEW!

[There was a faint sound of a cat meowing]

I don't give a damn if you are a kitten or that I can't feel pain. THAT DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO SCALP ME!

[More cursing, then some yowling and meowing]

Bloody cat.

106.3 - while you were sleeping (forward-dated to tonight @ 10)

[hard_talker]

[this week, it's still Leonard Cohen drifting through the journals and over the airwaves, but it's a different song. anyone who's been here long enough might recognize it, but Mark hasn't played it in years, now. after a little while, he turns the music down and speaks over it, calmly. for someone who was in stasis for a week, he still sounds tired]

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that this week, you guys don't want a rundown of everything that happened. I am gonna do my duty as castle crier and say that if anyone still needs it, there's help in the town clinic or the one here in the castle. And for the shit bandaids can't fix ... my friend Felix, he can help people keep the nightmares to a minimum. And Ken's offered to be a pair of ears if anyone wants to talk. [he sighs]

Normally, yeah, I'd have some big long speech about how we should all fight back and pull together and heave-ho, rally the troops, fuck the system, screw the man, all that noise, but ...

This is so fucking surreal that I -- I'm gonna level with ya, I don't even know where to start. I've had a few days to wake up and try to process what I missed, and I - my processor's busted. I don't dare even say I'm sorry, because I wasn't there, I couldn't do shit, and for once - I know, I hear the hallelujahs already - Hard Harry's got the common sense to keep his big fat mouth shut.

To anyone who might've shown up in the wake of all this? ... You're lucky you missed it. Fuck, I missed it, and I still don't feel lucky. How can I ... [the empty pit in his stomach returns, the one he feels every time he thinks of those who've died, friends and acquaintances alike, and when he thinks of what the castle did to his friends. he feels like he's going to be sick again, and there's silence for a moment as he fights it down]

'Til next week, Wonderfuckians.

[without further ado, he puts on this week's music. hopefully, at least one or two people will hear something that will help.]


[Filtered to York, Brock, Maladict, Phoebe, Hermione, Dairine, and Felix]
Any of you know who this jackass is? If he's stabbing little squeaky animals, he ain't right in the head. I can live with him running his mouth and being an offensive little shit, but if he's cracked enough, he might hurt someone else. Might be good to keep an eye on him, yeah?
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[Friends of the 5th Doctor]
'Case you haven't heard, the Doc's unconscious. I moved him to his Zero Room in the TARDIS, but he left it unlocked, because, well - he's him. So if any of you wanna help me check on the TARDIS once in a while and make sure no one's doin' shit... pretty sure he'd appreciate it.
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