12 Truffula Seeds

[findatree]

Scary, terrible things happen and then there's a big party. But I noticed that there's not much singing at these parties. That's really weird... People sing all the time back home. I went into town and there wasn't much singing there, either. Just a lot of explosions.

Is it only on the first of April that everyone sings?

Eleventh Snowflake - Backdated to July 4th

[sugarwaffo]

[Sugar usually goes to bed not long after the sun goes down. But loud noises catch her attention and draw her towards the window, where she can see the fireworks display.]

Wow! Look at all the pretty flowers lighting up the sky!

Are those twinkles?

3rd Violent Outburst - dictated Texas....Agent Texas

[hatesgoodbyes]

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?


Ok, so I leave that big party last night and I know, I know I wasn't drunk but I wake up today in a tux. How the hell does a tux even fit over my armor? I I don't know just what the hell this is but-

[There's a pause, s oft rustling of soft cloth and the theme song from James Bond movies plays for a single verse. Oh yeah, the classic theme, all brass.]

THAT?! Every so often I just stop, fix these stupid cuffs look to the side and this music plays. What the HELL is going on?

Rose: Digivolve into Jane

[fluthlu]

[It's not an uncommon sensation in Paradisa, this "waking up and feeling something isn't quite right" nonsense. Usually that little twinge in the back of her head means that Rose is about to open her eyes to a jungle, or a cruise ship, or something equally irritating.

Waking up dressed as one of her good friends is another thing entirely.

She's spent ten or so minutes in front of the mirror already, trying to pull off the wig or remove the glasses, or at least pry off the fake front teeth. But one feature of the costume is particularly annoying. She addresses the journal in a flat, deadpan, slightly-impaired-by-fake-teeth voice.]

I seem to have acquired an unremovable mustache. Is there anything going on that I should be aware of?

( Jane )

xliii λ batman

[assassino]

Today, I am Batman.

[A laugh...]

46

[sworn]

[It's not the worst thing that's ever happened to her in the castle, but it is very annoying.

Vereesa doesn't mind the clothes so much. She's grown accustomed to the different styles of clothing from other residents. She hasn't exactly seen this style before, nor does she know who it belongs to, but it isn't terrible. It's much lighter and more comfortable than her armor, that's for sure.

But is the wig necessary? She's never seen herself with anything other than her long, silver hair. The short, blonde wig is a bit unnerving. In a way it reminds her of her sisters, not including the length, but that's only a small comfort. The constant itching of the wig is what she finds most annoying. The wig and that damned black lipstick that won't come off.

She's sitting at a table in the dining hall with her journal open in front of her and a cup of coffee in her hands.]

I believe it's safe to presume that any make up we did not willingly apply is not going to come off as well, correct?

[She scoffs as she pulls her mug away from her lips and sees black on the rim of it.]

Honestly, who paints their lips black?

five.

[thraxios]

Has anyone had luck in attempting to trade clothes or wish for new garments from the castle? These trousers are uncomfortably stiff, but my own clothing has stubbornly disappeared. And I don't actually require these spectacles to see.

And while I'm writing - would anyone be interested in a game of cards? The man with whom I normally play Long Tiffany is ill, and my evenings have been rather quiet.

Seventh shot

[last_rat_standing]

[Under normal circumstances Bond wouldn't be caught dead in public in his current state... however these were hardly normal circumstances. With Silva in the castle Bond has even more reason to continue his daily patrols around the perimeter and the castle, proper.

He just hopes no one recognizes him in this bloody getup.

It is with much reluctance that Bond starts his daily rounds... wearing a long white dress, long blond wig and silvery crown quite similar to another castle resident. He's got no idea why he's dressed like this but if other inquiries over the journal are to be believed he's not the only one. He's just got to keep a stiff upper lip and crack on.]

( Olivia Mansfield )

((OOC: That's right. Bond is currently dressed like Lady Galadriel with a cheap blond wig and costume jewelry looking crown. Feel free to spot him ANYWHERE in the castle))

13th Sortie

[solowingpixy]

( Church )

( Emma and Bond )

So judging by the things everyone else has said, I'm guessin' I'm not the only one this has happened to.

If any one of you happen to have something against that guy Church, do me a favor and don't assault the first guy in blue armor that you see. I'm not above shooting back.

[And his leg is still hurt, but he's not gonna tell anyone he's wounded. Geez. But if you happen to see Pixy out and about today, you may, in fact, see him in a certain suit of blue armor. Very akin to what one (1) Leonard Church wears. He feels rather fortunate that the helmet isn't glued on, but the rest of the suit sure is.]

Dictated

[schrodingersghost]

 Somehow, it just figures.

I finally get back to normal after spending WAY too many days as a doll, and I get stuck in armor. Plastic Armor. And a helmet with a visor. Which I can't see through.

By the way? I really don't recommend the doll thing. My mouth still tastes like cotton.

Has anyone figured out how to get out of these costumes? I can't even get this helmet off, and I can barely see a thing.

[10]

[savethedarkness]

[Agent York appears to no longer be a doll ... and is, in fact, standing in the kitchen, attempting to maneuver a pitcher of iced tea out of the fridge. only, well. it's not York.

the gauntlets are bulky and cumbersome and M might have just given up on lifting the pitcher out by the handle and started to pick it up by muckling the sides.

she's wished up one of those little voice-changing gizmos, so hopefully if it becomes necessary to speak, she won't sound like York.

this can only go well, right?]