Chapter nine

[thebestseller]

This is an amazing suit. I mean, I've worn suits before, but this is... dare I say... awesome.

As far as random occurences go, couldn't have asked for anything better than a free suit. Especially since I'm luckier than some of you appear to be.

[Castle is cosplaying as Barney. Let's hope his ego doesn't bowl everyone over.]

- 10 - I would like a hat like that (or this).

[toobravehearted]

[[Backdated to sometime after midnight on the 7th]]

[ Hi-jinks in the castle? Something strange that can't immediately be explained? Check the journal. Of course the Castle's going to be involved, it would almost be a breath of fresh air if someone else stirred things up for a change, never-the-less, he already knows he's not the only one to suddenly have his clothes magically morph into something else.

Surprised? You betcha. He had been thinking about getting changed into his pyjamas. Yes, they're steam train pyjamas, and no, shush, he's not going to tell you that. ]

For our continued hilarity tonight, I've been graced with a brown wig covered in a sticky substance. Before anyone needs to provide any conjecture on to what that is, I can already supply that it smells of solvent and polymers, colloquially known as hair gel or 'product'.

I'm also wearing a fez.

[ A pause. ]

It's red.

[ Another pause. And a face pull for good measure. ]

I don't like it.

Not that I have anything against hats, I'm a hat person myself. Actually, I like hats very much. Fedoras, panamas, astrakhans... A stovepipe, now that's a hat. I'm not hat-tist.

To further add, I thought that I grew out of bow-ties quite a while ago. At least the tie and the fez are a match. Although perhaps not quite with tweed... I'm not sure.

[ Yes, this is all coming from the man that usually wears celery on his lapel... ]

While we're all dressing up as each other, would the usual owner of the fez come forward? I'd like to give it back, honestly I would, but unfortunately it's proving a little difficult to remove as we're all discovering.

481 ❀

[ino]

[ If you're outside the castle today, you'll see a certain blonde trudging through the front lawn and collapsing in front of a tree, flushed and sweating GLOWING profusely ]

How in the world does that idiot deal with this thing ...

[ Yes, there is something very off here. That is, Ino can be found in a suit of black medieval looking armor, wiping her forehead with her non-metal hand before propping a giant ass sword on the tree behind her. There's also a weird little scar across her nose ... but we don't ask where that came from. COSPLAY ACCURACY. ]

There has to be something easier to wear than this, doesn't there ... ?

[ A relieved sigh, now that she's seated and in the shade. Dang, it's hot in this armor! Come bother her! ]

♈ Aradia: Never forget your first Doctor. [dictated]

[psych0p0mps]

So it's not just me, from what I'm hearing? Everybody's stuck dressed up as one of their friends?

I mean, I really wouldn't mind, but this jacket is way too big and it smells funny and itches like crazy! And don't get me started on -

[There's a small *pop*, and something lands softly on top of Aradia's head. She makes a weird inhaling sound of surprise and revulsion, because she already knows what it is, and then a small grunt and the muffled sound of something small and felt-covered hitting a wall at high speed.]

- aaagh, this stupid hat! Doctor, you're wonderful and all, but if you ever get the urge to wear a hat like this in the future, please slap yourself.

[For action: Aradia's hanging out in her room, aka the teleporter room, because this hat that keeps coming back onto her head is so embarrassing it's not even funny. She's dressed up as an old friend, though her makeup is smearing.]

fondue for two; episode four

[somanylyrics]

[backdated to yesterday]

I look....really, really hot. Is it Halloween? Does this mean I can go trick-or-treating?


[well....that's exactly what she's gonna do cuz...hey! free candy!

so also expect to find this adorable blonde trotting around in Cass' batsuit, pillowcase in hand, knocking on doors and asking for candy. she will likely also stop people randomly in the halls, elevator, lobby, etc.]

Syntax Error 35

[wizard_redfive]

[Waking up in strange clothing becoming more and more of a familiar situation for Dairine. The green dress, Roshauns's wardrobe... Still, it had been a while since her last fancy clothes loss, and she certainly wasn't expecting to wake up to this get-up.

Her past experiences do help Dairine brave the rest of the castle though. Those in the halls or library might see Dairine walking around sporting a blonde wig, flowing white gown, silver circlet, and fake elf ears. The only part the castle didn't change was her height, resulting in a miniaturized yet far less luminous Lady of the Light.]

Okay, castle. I get it; you like seeing me in fancy clothes. You can stop now.

[She lets out a small huff. Then Dairine turns to address the journal properly.]

I'm actually sorta glad to see it's not just me this time. Dressing up is a lot less embarrassing when there are others with you. Actually, it's kind of fun. It feels like Halloween, but with less candy and pumpkins.

[Eighteen - RIght Through The Eye]

[the_effect_she_has]

[Somedays, all Katniss wanted to do was find whoever ran this playground gone mad, and shoot them through the throat with her sharpest arrow. Bad enough she had to keep around the Castle to make sure Emma stayed safe. Now, to add insult to injury -- she'd changed into one of the damned elves. With the pale make-up and glitter and the pointed ears and the ridiculously tight green leather and a cape. A frigging cape, in the middle of summer!]

[She's grumbling as she sticks to the shadows of the Castle, clearly heard through the journal hanging on her side.] ...most ridiculous ... can't believe elves wear this ... could get shot right in the stomach who wouldn't armor yourself there? ...

(no subject)

[inafadingcrown]

[The fact that she’s out and about today at all just goes to show how accustomed to the castle’s pranks she’s become. When she first arrived, she almost certainly would have spent the day hiding in her room. But no. She’s decided that she’s not going to let this get the better of her.

Granted, that doesn’t mean that she’s going to hang out in the most populated areas of the castle either.

It’s a nice day anyway, so she decides to spend most of her time in the gardens peoplewatching and enjoying the sun. Which wouldn’t be an unusual sight if it weren’t for the outfit. Jeans and a low cut tanktop are topped off by a brown wig. Really, if you didn’t know who she was, it wouldn’t be that bad. Good luck convincing her of that, though.]

003. [dictated/action]

[xss]

[Chihiro was too embarrassed initially to leave her room the day before (for the most part anyway. Most attempts to leave eventually brought her straight back or to a suitable hiding place) but now she's out and about in the castle looking awfully princely and pink.

Except there seems to be tears in her eyes (which are currently blue instead of their usual hazel) and she's a bit more... upset than usual?

She speaks towards the journal eventually]

I-I don't mind the outfit but... C-Can we really not take any of this off...?

I had to sleep with th-these-- [sniff] contacts in and now they really hurt...

[she sniffs again. Sure she might be overreacting a little, but this is also her first time wearing contacts (and she cries easily on a normal day anyway)]

H-How long do these things usually last...??

[she can be found wandering throughout the castle, alternating between pulling down her jacket and rubbing her eyes.... the latter of which does not go over too well...]

246 million people worldwide have impaired vision

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley seems very amused with the sudden costume change. After all, it's a perfect opportunity to mock others, to enjoy their suffering under the hopes they'll take it out on someone else and add to the general net evil in the castle.

Crowley himself is lounging on a deck chair in the garden of Cas Guts, watching townspeople walk back, completely unashamed with the certain ninja outfit he's been forced into. The blonde wig is annoying, but the fishnets are attracting attention so they make up for it. He's sipping some wine, really enjoying himself]

I don't know what you're all complaining about, it's fun. Besides, bitching about it is just a way to tell your friends you think they dress like idiots. Pretty big dick move if you think about it.

► Chapitre 10

[luxe_can_kill]

Greetings, Paradisa. I would make this entry short. I'm sure a lot of you have heard of a plan for an obstacle course?

It is a good idea, I must say. But learning to fight is as essential as learning to flee and be stealthy. There would be a time when an escape would be impossible, and our backs would be against a wall.

[She paused and thought of bringing up recent world changes like the Event Horizon and Isla Sorna, and the Collectors in the Dead Zone among other things. But she realizes that would still be a sensitive topic to some residents so she held off on that. There being kids in the castle also stopped her from doing so]

I'm offering to teach fencing to anyone without prior combat knowledge. I ask those who are trained in combat arts and survival if you would be willing to share your knowledge to your fellow residents. We are in this world together, so let us keep each other alive and well when things turn dark.

That is all.

107.3 - magic in the makeup

[hard_talker]

[normally, Monday night broadcasts are a relatively unobtrusive thing, all things considered. those who want to ignore Hard Harry's outbursts and taste in music can simply shut their journals and wait an hour or so ... but tonight, things are a little different.

tonight, at about 9:30 PM, anyone in the lobby will see a teen in an interesting ensemble: a long, neon red wig with a white terrycloth sweatband holding it securely on his head, white sweatpants, and a pink knee-length bathrobe with the sleeves cut off over a black tank top. there's a squeaking sound as he wrestles a folding table out of the elevator ... it's likely coming from the white rain boots he's wearing with designs drawn on in gold Sharpie marker. the cosplay gods were cheap with this one, right down to the plastic dollar-store kids' sword hanging from his hip and the fingerless elbow-length hipster gloves that look like they came off the sale rack at Hot Topic. the only thing of any possible value is the red jeweled pendant hanging around his neck.

he's taking it all in stride, though, grinning as he sets up the table and goes back to the elevator for his boombox and a milk crate full of CDs and cassettes. once he's got his DJ station properly set up, the resident DJ wishes up a roll of cheap red carpeting, a spotlight, and a polaroid camera. preparations complete, he claps his hands and rubs them together gleefully]

Okay, let's get this show on the road.

[instead of the slow, creeping strains of his usual theme, residents are blasted out of their cosplaying bitchfests by a barrage of electric guitar and upbeat horns, and Harry sings along at the top of his lungs for the first few lines, before turning it down just enough to be heard over]

Who DO you wanna be, folks? Guess what, here's Hard Harry with the bad news: Castle Wonderfuck don't care, you're gonna be who THEY want you to be, today! But before I give you my two Caisos' worth, let's get the ol' routine out of the way. Only one newbie so far this week, some guy named Marco. I think we can all agree that the fireworks and the barbecue were the biggies of the week, even if not everyone agrees with yours truly about how rad they were. Those of you who got in on the betting pool might wanna know it's bein' rolled over ... and if you weren't in, now's your shot to get your bets in before all hell breaks loose.

Speakin' of hell breaking loose, Tex is lookin' for patterns in the way shit goes down, so those of you research buffs who keep your noses glued to your journals might wanna put your heads together.

[he pauses to line up his music, and tosses a shout toward the journal:] Hey, Gary! Does Halloween in July here count, or what? What's the ruling? We still rollin'?

Aaaaanyway, when it comes to this whole closet-swapping clusterfuck, I honestly think Crowley put a good start to it, and he made a lotta good points. So if you didn't hear what he had to say, flip back a couple pages and check it out. There's a reason they call us WISEasses. And incidentally, did you know Marie Antoinette had her sheep painted every day to match whatever she was wearin'? Food for thought, folks. ... The only thing I really have to add, personally, is that I know there are a lotta people I could've ended up as. Any one of you sheeplets, for that matter. And there's no way in hell anyone's gonna mistake me for the guy I'm supposed to be. But if they did? He's done a lot for me. I'd consider it an honor.

Now, c'mon, everyone, up off your butts. I don't care how uncomfortable your shoes are, how runny your makeup is, how itchy your head is under that stupid wig, or if that dress really DOES make your a double s look big. We're gonna have a fashion show down in the lobby here, because if there's one surefire way to make Castle Wonderfuck feel dumb, it's to laugh right in its fuckin' face. Bring your best Glamour Shots poses! Me an' Nora'll be down here waitin'.

[and with that, he turns the music back up. COME GET YOUR VOGUE ON, PARADISA.]

action, dictated.

[bronwe]

[ After so many tries, Frodo gave up on trying to take his moustache off.

So those wandering about the castle grounds may find a small orange creature huddled under a tree. Perhaps a child if not for the wooden pipe in his mouth, lazily trailing smoke. It is too pleasant a day to spend cooped up inside stone walls. Still, he is a curious fellow, dictating thoughtfully now to the journal: ]

I wonder who owns this yellow moustache, and if they might have kindly advice on how to smoke a pipe without accidentally setting it on fire?

[ Gandalf would know, but that is a thought much too heavy for a day so bright. ]

The Fire Does Not Crack Merrily [ Back-dated to the Daytime of July 7/8]

[wishmadeinfire]

[ Ashura is beyond uncomfortable. He hates restricting clothing, barely putting up with jeans and loose shirts when he has to, but this? This? This was unbearable and he was sure he was going to suffocate himself with the bloody tie he was having to wear and the starchy collar. It rubbed his poor neck the wrong way, and he was having only mild panic attacks about several things. 

First, his torque was missing - gone. He knew it was safe, but still, it felt odd not having its weight about his neck.

Second - his hair. His hair was all but gone, short short, cruelly so - almost a buzz cut but not quite, enough left to style though that brought absolutely no comfort to him. His head felt naked.

He kept running his hands through the short locks, shuddering, wondering what he was to do as he walked about in shoes of all things - shoes! They squished his feet and he hated them. Never mind that he cut a dashing figure in the tailored black suit with his silk sheer tie of cobalt grey. He kept stopping in the halls at reflective surfaces, looking himself and not recognizing the man he saw. If he went outside he would peer into the pond, and his head jerked around awkwardly, the loss of the pounds of hair unfamiliar to him, making his movements to fast, jerky almost though he managed the rest with spry dignity and looking suave.

Certainly, this was not what he had ever looked like before, Ashura as bewildered as anyone else. ]

[ ooc: He's dressed like... *drum roll* James Bond! It just seemed like one of the most polar opposites of his usual mode of attire and hair cut so I ran with it. Of course, he could be any secret agent or anyone else that wears a suit in the Castle such as Reborn or Giotto. Super spy Ashura, ahoy! ]

dictated/action [backdated to sundown on the eighth]

[beastisbeauty]

[Bruce is sitting outside, waiting for sunset. It's a calming ritual, usually. He watches the sun go down, meditating and being grateful, hopefully, for another day gone by without an appearance by the Hulk. Today, so far, has been good--no Hulk and the garden is coming along nicely. Bruce leans back, listening to chatter on the journal and occasionally commenting.

Just as the sunset ends, though, Bruce feels the Hulk in his mind grow voraciously strong. Bruce hasn't felt such a lack of control, since the early days...

...

when the Hulk came out at night! Bruce feels his control shred and in moments the Hulk is sitting in his place, but not the green Hulk! The gray one! Hulk hears the chatter from the journal and snarls.]

Stupid, puny humans! HULK WANT QUIET!

Second grain of sand

[silent_guardian]

[Sandy is in the lobby today, though he's lacking his usual golden cloud. His ordinarily shimmering golden sand is dim and grey. Atop his head sit a fake pair of grey fuzzy bunny ears and clutched in his hands is a basket with a few brightly colored eggs.

He looks down at those eggs for a moment before gingerly picking one up. He holds it between two fingers as if completely unsure what he's meant to do with it. He's seen Bunnymund at work, of course, but this isn't Easter and he CERTAINLY is not Bunny. That doesn't mean he can't be incredibly amused in the meantime. He grins, looking around to see if there were any children he could give one of his eggs to]

((OOC: As always - Sandman can be seen by anyone who believes in the Guardians!))