2nd star to the right - written;

[unhand]

[Hook's been in the castle a while now, and he hasn't started liking it any better. He feels cramped, pent-up, and like he ought to be at sea. He's decked out his room in the castle to look like his cabin on the Jolly Roger, but it isn't the same. The floor doesn't move. It's hardly the worst place he's ever been, but it's hardly the best, either.]

This so-called "Dead Zone." What's out there? How much of it has been explored?

[If he has to be stuck on land, the least he can do is explore what land there is. Especially since apparently there's water there.]

Article 2

[bro_codebreaker]

[there's the faint whir of machinery over the journal, this morning - predominantly the steady hiss and thump of someone running on a treadmill. Barney's getting his workout on, with the journal propped up on the handlebars so that he can read up on things while he runs. what. he's a multitasker]

You know, I gave it a couple weeks, to see if it was just me, but ... working out just isn't quite as much fun if you're not in the same gym as Regis Philbin. Anyone else have that problem, or is it just me?

Anyway. [he slows the treadmill down and steps on the sides until it stops, then addresses the journal properly]

Paradisa.

What up.

Been a while, I know, right? This is Barney Stinson, and I have but one thing to say. Two things, actually. Four words.

Awesomeness Committee. Who's in?

Fifth shot

[last_rat_standing]

[Having had enough of the man at the gym who simply would not stop talking, Bond decided to relocate to the pool to do some laps. He's already ran on the treadmill and now he's in the middle of swimming 50 laps.

Since his death he's been pushing him body to the brink, training harder than ever before to attempt to prepare himself for whatever this place might throw at him next. He knows that he hadn't been able to fight the madness last time, enemies from within are the hardest to face, after all. That doesn't mean he can't be ready for enemies from without. Thus he's been dividing his time between research, reconnaissance and training. Even while he swims his mind is running over the facts he'd pulled from Zelos' report. Each stroke of his arm is another detail pulled deeper into his memory. The best way to fight anyone is to know as much as you possibly can about them, after all.

Eventually he pauses to take a brief breather, pulling himself out of the water and sitting on the edge of the pool. He seems quite content to be by himself right now. Clearly this means this solitude should be interrupted]

ғᴏᴜʀ ♚ with the wild wolves around you

[wolfskin]

[ Informing Alayne had been difficult and Arya- the day had tired Robb utterly with only a few draining events.

Thus he writes instead of speaks, hand steady despite the exhaustion seeping into his bones. His mother hand friends and they deserve to know this news now that her family has been informed. ]

To those who knew her, Lady Catelyn of House Stark has been returned to home and country, no longer does she reside within these walls. You all have my thanks for treating her so kindly, I am certain she valued your company and friendship as much as I.

─ Robb Stark, King in the North and of the Trident.

[ Once signed with the direwolf symbol pressed into the page, Robb puts his quill down dropping his head into the palm of his hands. He dares not write any more, for he cannot assure any of them that she will be happy and safe back in Westeros. He simply cannot. ]

six | dictated.

[kethedammit]

So, uh. Did one of those loss things, and I might've... stolen some shit. I'll give everything back; I ain't got use for none of it. Don't want it, and I didn't fence nothing. Sorry. I got... a scarf, and some kinda shiny whatsit, some dollies, and plenty of fucking handkerchiefs. 'M sorry, I done stitched the initials outta 'em, so I can't say as to who they was proper owned by.

And, y'know, for the rest of y'all, if'n you seen me... sorry.

001. [dictated | action]

[xss]

[Enjoying your day, residents of Paradisa? Well, I hope you don't mind sudden drops of something pink and water on your journal pages. Maybe someone's Peptobismol is dripping?

Except it's also accompanied by the sound of shakey crying and a voice that sounds scared, in pain, confused and weak all at once (never a good combination)]

Somebody... please help me... I...

[For those passing by the lobby, there appears to be a crying girl collapsed against a wall on the ground like a ragdoll, journal open on her lap. The pink stuff appears to be coming from her head, under her bangs...]


(ooc: once again, gonna keep the spoilers as vague as possible for everyone's sake! Please tread carefully though)

#001 - Dictated & Action

[allthelinks]

[There's a newcomer, although likely not a fresh face to many, down in the lobby. He's got his journal with him, he's been reading and listening to it, and besides thinking it's weird that a book is making sounds, he's slowly coming to terms with the facts of life concerning Paradisa. This is definitely not where he expected to be when Izanami, well, cast him down to Hell. Beside him, there is a pile of random objects he's wished up to test that, yes, you can wish for things. There are several cans of soda, random food items, a shovel, a bunch of plastic model robots, and exactly one hundred paper cranes.]

Huh...

[Okay, he's convinced that works. Now, how about communication? The journals don't come with instructions, so he just picks his up, flips to a blank page, and starts talking.]

Does this work? Oh, there's letters.

[Let's think of a good word to react to that with. Astounding? Impossible?]

Neat.

[Dictated]

[schrodingersghost]

[It had been a rough month for Danny. Actually make that a rough couple of years. A rough life.

Just... the last month had reached new depths of misery for him. It wasn't enough that the castle had made keeping his secret identity nearly impossible by taking away his ability to lie. It wasn't enough that he'd been trapped here for months going stir crazy with no ghosts to fight.

No, on top of all that he just had to gain all these new nightmares courtesy of the Event Horizon. He had to deal with memories of actually being tortured. Not just the nightmares he'd always had of being dissected.  This was worse, because it had come so close to happening for real.  And some part of his mind had thought his parents would approve of it.

How did you deal with something like that?

Danny had tried. Oh, he had tried. He'd stopped sleeping. He'd picked fights and blasted trees with ice and ecto energy until he couldn't stand up any more. But nothing helped.

And after a few weeks of this?  Danny just couldn't bring himself to care any more. He was exhausted, and he was so tired of being angry all the time.  He was tired of being scared. He was tired of people telling him that he had nothing to worry about.

He just wanted all of it to be over.

And so he finally grabs his journal and dictates a rambling and only slightly coherent challenge, the sort of announcement that could only be made while under the influence of sleep deprivation and complete emotional exhaustion.]

You know what? I don't care any more. All the people going on about how nice and understanding everyone in this castle is about people with freakish powers? Fine. You win. The castle and its stupid no lies curse and its thing against secret identities wins.

And when someone shows up to drag me off for lots and lots and painful experiments, maybe I won't even say I told you so.

I'll just say it right now.  I'm a ghost!  Happy?  I'll say it again. Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost, GHOST! And I'm human. And no I don't know how it works, so don't even ask.

[And with that he trails off into mutterings too soft for the journal to pick up.]

02 axe throws

[mom_ler]

[From the get-go, Flora has come to understand she is definitely not in Kansas any more. Or the decidedly whimsical place she calls home. Either way, she realised very quickly that she was going to make herself look very stupid unless she understood what she was talking about before she opened her mouth. At least there's some semblance of tact there, not that she'll be using any of it to make friends.

So she has been doing a lot of watching, because it's only creepy if people know about it, but staying in your room for the sake of saving face can get boring. She's not done leafing through the journal, but now she's doing it in the Lux instead. Next to the book is some pink lemonade in a martini glass - to her credit, it looks like some kind of cocktail, to anyone who knows little about drinks, which is possibly why there's a cocktail cherry in it.

The fact that she's out of hiding at all probably suggests she's open to confrontation, but just in case you weren't sure if bothering her would be welcome, she keeps looking around the room every so often with this really bored expression. Which is as good an invitation as anyone's going to get from her.]