2nd slide [backdated to San Diego]

[freeslider]

[The following begins to be written]

Dear journal,

I'm---

[the pen writing this trails off with a slightly embarrassed laugh, and Wade speaks.]

Whoops! Sorry. That's kind of a force of habit.

I was just...thinking. I've traveled a lot but I've never been to this city before, even when I was pretty close to it a lot times. Which is kind of a shame, because it's pretty nice here. This park, for example, is gorgeous, and there's so much to do.

Uh...just steer clear of the natural history museum. Trust me on that one.

But anyway, I've been trying to read up on this place. I'm not as good with this stuff as some of my friends, but if I'm getting this right, we're not really in San Diego, since there are other Earth cities I know on the map. And people were taken there before, right?

The thing that really bugs me is - what about all these people? What happens to them when we go back to the castle like everyone is saying we will. Do they, like, stay here forever or are they like us somehow? I hope they get to go home to their families too.

But, for now I have a wallet full of money from a very apologetic corporation. For the record, InGen, I don't know if all this can make me forget that I became fast food for a dinosaur.

...It certainly doesn't hurt though.

[Currently, Wade can be found enjoying lunch at a beautiful cafe overlooking a sculpture garden in Balboa Park, but she can also be found shopping downtown in the morning, where she picked up the pretty dress she's wearing now, or elsewhere in the park like the artist's village or trying for the brass ring at the old carousel. No matter where she is, she's trying her best to have some fun]

059 Red Letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

[An invitation is delivered to everyone in the castle this morning, as well as slipped into the journal.]



[music can be heard in the background as Nora dictates]

I'm still looking for artists and employees, too, if anyone's interested. I was thinking of doing a display of kids' art, too. Like, art done by the kids during that week they were all there. If anyone wants to send some my way I can put it up before the opening.

((OOC: If anyone ventures to the town Nora can be found outside the Gallery today with a boombox nearby as she paints the front of the building. I'll do a log for the reopening for Saturday.))

Luck on your side

[waterproofed]

So yesterday was the Feast of Fortuna. It's this celebration for the goddess of luck. I don't really know what you actually do at the feast. Maybe get a bunch of rabbit's feet and horseshoes together. Or maybe you just eat a lot of food.

This is gonna sound weird after all the things we've had to go through lately, but I feel pretty lucky. Any time you can go through a dino attack and say we all got through in one piece is worth celebrating.

[10] Shaggy Black Padfoots Action; backdated to just after the full moon

[heirofficium]

[ Early, early in the morning after the full moon, there is a large, and rather baleful-looking shaggy black dog making his way up to the castle steps. With the way it moves, creeping low and out of the way, it would almost seem like the dog is trying not to be seen.

Well... that'd be because he is. Sirius Black is in some serious trouble again, after all; but this time it's with one of his own best friends.

Padfoot arrives at the large front doors and almost scratches at it, but stops himself for fear of drawing attention. After a moment of pacing around, he manages a soft yowl and watches as Cair Paradisa grants him a dog door.

He squeezes through it, hoping no one's barmy enough to be awake and down in the lobby this early... ]

Seventh toothmark

[manymoreteef]

[Sunny had been quite confused the past two days. In part because she had been aged to approximately 22 years old, of course. However the most significant confusion came from the fact that she had not seen or heard from her sister in that time, despite having filtered to her through the journal. This was very concerning. At first she thought that Violet may have been caught up inventing something or at the library and had simply lost track of time... but she had never disappeared for this long before, not without telling her where she would be.

Fearing the worst, Sunny makes her way to the castle proper and walks to the room Violet had occupied prior to moving to the town. It's there that her worries are confirmed... Her sister has gone home. Sunny is now not just the littlest Baudelaire in the castle... but the only.

She takes a shaky breath as tears spring to her eyes. She knows that Violet will be going back to a better future than they had ever imagined they might have... she only wishes she could experience it, too. Yet even that knowledge could not ease the ache in her heart. She had never been without her siblings before and, even knowing that her guardian Mr. Snicket is there to protect her, she can't help but be afraid for what might happen once she returns to her normal age.

All answers would come in time, she knows. For now there is a task she must perform. She wipes her tears away with her fingers and pulls out her journal]

[Mr. Snicket]

[She can't tell him over the journal. Something like this... it has to be in person. It's too important. Too big. Her voice is soft as she dictates]

I must have a Very Forlorn Dialogue with you... May I come to your room?

[/filter]

[Filtered AWAY from Lemony Snicket]

[Sunny sniffles softly, wiping away a few more tears as they fall. A few droplets spatter on the journal page as she speaks, her voice heavy with sadness]

My name is Sunny Baudelaire. I am 2 years old... although the castle has temporarily made me somewhat older. I regret to inform you that... [She pauses, taking a breath as she tries to keep her voice steady. She might be crying but that doesn't mean she wants that fact to be general knowledge. ] I regret to inform you that my older sister has gone home.

[She sighs, frustrated now more than ever in her loss]

Unfortunately my loss is the ability to say her name... but we are both Baudelaires and she had a shop in town where we both lived. She is a brilliant inventor and had been working on opening a school and... [Her voice cracks and she covers her mouth with her hand, unable to continue. She just hopes that was enough for people to know she meant Violet]

((OOC: Open over the journal or action for the hallway outside Violet's former room))

#002 - Action

[allthelinks]

[Well. That was an adventure. Souji never knew he didn't actually want to meet real dinosaurs, thanks for ruining that childhood fantasy, Paradisa. He also figured out his loss, that was fun, too. But now it's back to the daily scheduled Wacky Castle Adventure™, and in a fit of restlessness, he's gone down where everyone inevitably goes when they get bored enough and wishes feel like cheating.

Down to the kitchen.

And he's cooking. Everything is going alright in making this beef and vegetable stew, so far, but after tasting it, he's not so sure it has enough zing. It needs more flavor, more kick!

So he's going to add some of those funny-looking peppers he found in the fridge. The fact that the stew is actually smoking now isn't necessarily a bad thing, right?]

...Smells good.

DWN 010 - Air [Dictated/Action]

[whistles_the_blues]

[Filtered to anyone with musical talent/people who frequent Death Match.]

I offered to update the music selection on the jukebox in the bar. I thought it might be interesting to add a personal touch to the selection. So I'm looking for anyone who can sing or play an instrument that'd be interested in recording a few tracks to play in the bar.

As for anyone who actually goes to Death Match, any preferences or suggestions in terms of what gets played there?

[End of filter]

[With that said, Blues can be found in Death Match. He's got the jukebox opened up and is tinkering around with the parts in it and switching out old songs for new ones.]