δώδεκα; dictated

[lioneyed]

I suppose I should be glad that Castle didn't choose a more ridiculous 'punishment' for the last month or so. Though not being able to communicate at all is rather frustrating, and I keep having the urge to go lay down in the sun for a nap...

[Thamuris has spent most of the last month as a pretty little ginger cat, mostly seen lurking around castmates or in the library]

061. Royal Orleans

[samson]

[Sometime this morning, an invitation is delivered to every room in the castle. Veterans and newcomers alike, people Brock hates and people Brock begrudgingly tolerates. (And people he likes, too.) For posterity's sake, it also gets pasted in the journal without comment:

( Brunch with Brock )

Weird???? Maybe. Especially if you know Brock. But it's either a really bizarre prank, or you have an extremely fancy brunch in your future.]

[ooc. brock won't be responding to any journal comments but feel free to threadjack each other. brunch is in in this thread!]

1st slide

[freeslider]

[In the lobby, there is a soft crack of sound, almost like thunder, followed by a rush of wind as a a blue swirling portal opens up in the air. Another flash of light illuminates the area and a moment later, a young woman tumbles head over heels and lands squarely on one of the couches. Giggling, she's quick to bounce to her feet]

How was that for a landing, guys.

[She turns on her heels, taking in the lobby for a moment with a look of wonder before turning back to the portal]

Guys?

[The drop in her smile is instanteous, and it falls further into near panic as the portal snaps audibly shut, leaving her for all intents and purposes, alone.]

Oh God. Ok...don't panic Wade this has happened before. Kind of.

[She rakes a hand through her hair and looks around again]

Quinn?! Remy?! Professor?! Please tell me you're here somewhere.

[Because if they weren't this was it for her. No timer, no sliding, and never having a chance at seeing home again.]

...please...

☤14

[madetosin]

[A curious sight greeted Muraki upon entering his living room this morning. The shelves containing his china dolls, previously gone missing and returned recently, now boasted this time an addition in the form of a curious-looking daruma doll.

Wandering over to pick it up, he noted the coloring with some interest. Was this a gift, or something else? Either way, he decided to seek out the person it reminded him of.

However, after checking the room he's visited in the castle and a fruitless private message later, he tries something else]

( Filtered to friends of Sheena )

(no subject)

[hometutor]

[Reborn is sounding as normal as you'd think he would while talking over the journal, totally natural.]

Tsuna, I know you cry a lot but that doesn't mean you can keep my hat and Leon. Leon doesn't like to be cuddled with and that hat doesn't suit you at all.

[And totally unfiltered because Reborn is Reborn.]