9th Cubic Zirconium [Action/Dictated]

[yay_heiress]

[London is hot. It's summer and the sun is plentiful, but the cool breezes? Not so much. If you happen to see the heiress today, it'll likely be near the pond in the garden. She's lounging in a comfortable poolside chair donning a colorful two-piece, a floppy sun hat, and shades. She holds a silver tanning reflector beneath her chin and the cup holder on the arm of her chair houses a sweaty glass of pink lemonade. Her dog Ivanna has a miniature version of the poolside furniture, although hers is underneath the protective shadow of London's.

The heiress puts down the reflector just long enough to pull out her journal and speak into it.]

Does anyone else around here tan? I can't be the only one. Or maybe I am. Everyone around here is so pasty. A little sun couldn't hurt, people!

[She leaves her journal open beside her and resumes her tanning.]

Episode 113

[spongetastic]

( filtered to people well acquainted with Adam Monroe )

☼ [Dictated] ☼

[aphoenixsong]

I have found myself in the most curious sort of predicament. One moment, I was dead and the next, I am standing in the middle of what I can only describe as a room with a remarkable view. To further complicate matters, I have located this device which is all too foreign to me. Thankfully, I am in full possession of my wits - which are substantial - and I was able to turn it on.

[He pauses to let his words sink in before continuing, his tone as light and unassuming as ever:]

My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, though that is rather much to remember. There was a time that I simply responded to Albus, so I think that shall do for the present time.

What I seek are answers and I will patiently await them until either they drift my way or I discover them on my own.

2

[hasmommyissues]

[It has been a few days since his arrival in Paradisa. The idea of a magical castle was a ludicrous one but here it was. If he had any doubt on such a matter he would merely have to look at the journal network and the communication device in front of him. It was on this network that he found the journal entries belonging to mother.

Oh how his face lit up when he realised they would be reunited together again...but that quickly changed when Silva realised the journal would also have picked up his insane ramblings in the hedge maze. The element of surprise was gone and knowing M she would have assembled her defences really quickly. The room was useless to him...it would no doubt be watched by James and anybody else she'd worked her charms on. So since day two of his stay he had been hiding out in a safe house in the centre of town.

It's from there he speaks to the journal network]

[Filtered away from James Bond and M]

Hello fellow residents. My name is Silva. But I believe a lot of you already know that yes? A certain little old lady has probably already informed you of what a terrible person I am. Yet what do we truly know about the people here if we are not from their world?  My point is we are all whatever front we want to show the rest of the citizens of Paradisa and she is no different.

So I ask you level headed citizens to keep an open mind and remember that there are two sides to every story.  You cannot have a heads without a tails and you cannot have a yin without a yang.

I would like you all to bare that in mind before you all start...knock knock knocking on my door with torches and pitchforks.

[Filtered to James Bond]

You and mother have been here this long without me?...How ever have you coped with my absence?

[Filtered to M]
You've had a head start on me thanks to this little...journal network.  [He tuts]

That's cheating mother...

seventieth labyrinth

[lord_wizard]

A brief report on the recent changes to the Insolitus

( Filtered away from First Gen's )

( Phoebe )

The Story of the Running Wolf

[unvarnished]

So now I can't find Ruby anywhere. It's just me and Henry now. That's Ruby Lucas, if anyone else met her.

[filter: friends]
I'm okay this time.

Thirty One Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[The Once-ler hasn't heard from his mother in a while. This is nothing new, really. She only ever comes to him if she wanted something, it's always been that way, and he doubts she'd ever change, magical castle notwithstanding. But he hasn't heard from her since that dinosaur mess, and eventually, his love for her overwhelms his common sense and desire not to get his heart kicked in, as it always inevitably does. He heads off to her room, finding the nameplate gone.

Well. That was that. She'd left him. Again. Quietly this time, with no harsh words to bite into his memory as she drives away into the smog. Just a door without a name on it. He doubts he'll ever see her again, and he feels guilty for finding some relief in that thought. He exhales, opening his journal. He doesn't even know what to say at first, he doesn't even know if she even HAD any friends here]

For anyone who cares, my mom. [Pause] Flora her name's Flora. Look, I don't know if anyone knew her or not- but she's gone. Back home. So there you go.

[He'll just go try to find somewhere to brood where his friends won't find him now]