Sixth Waypoint Marked

[wolf_of_war]

[Success! After over a month of scouting, Bladewolf has finally found an ideal location for castle-wide evacuation. Though he can't express "happiness" as a human might, he nevertheless feels a sense of accomplishment, just in being able to cross the item off of his current list of objectives.]

[Filtered to Phoebe Halliwell, and everyone involved directly in Code Blair]

I have discovered what I believe is a safe, secure location, for use in the event of a castle-wide evacuation. In my efforts to scout the grounds, I found a large outpost to the west of Cair Paradisa, which is currently being used for observation and experimentation by Aradia Megido. I believe she uses a piece of technology known as a "Transportalizer" in order to access the Outpost from the castle. If it is possible, I believe another of these could be installed in Avengers Tower in town, providing both castle residents, as well as those who live in town with a means of evacuation, should it be necessary. I do not believe that the entire population of Paradisa could reside here indefinitely, but a large number of residents could use the outpost as a shelter for a week, if not more. Further investigation is required.

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[Filtered to Raiden]

I assume that you have settled in well? I have been preoccupied with other directives, so I have not had time to "check up" on you.

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[Those outside today will find Bladewolf out by Alexstrasza's tree. Though he can't feel any of the health benefits, he nevertheless appreciates a good bit of shade, and a place to lay down and relax.]

(Dictated)

[tylendel]

(Curiously, after blacking out twice - and dying once, Tylendel has finally managed to grab the journal. He begins to dictate, though his voice is very weak at first.)

Am I in the Havens? (There is audible doubt in his tone. Why would he deserve to go there?)

I must be...somewhere else. (Somewhere reserved for cowards like him.) I don't deserve it, but...

Is there a Healer in the vicinity? (Goddess, he hopes he is actually communicating with someone.) I'm afraid to stand up. The last time I did, I must have blacked out.

(What else can one expect with a head injury and a fever?)

My name is...Tylendel. (His voice softens, an audible quake to it.) I think I'm...

(Dead. He wonders if that's the norm for...here.)

I didn't think death would hurt this much. (But he deserves every ache and he knows it.) But maybe this is my punishment.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

five truffula stumps

[shortishandbossy]

[The Lorax strongly dislikes talking over the journal. Or having anything to do with it, really. But he hasn't gotten a chance to keep people away from his trees in a long time]

You know the tiny pink thing out in the open outside? If not, good. Don't go lookin' for it. If so, don't touch it. Don't touch it, don't poke it, don't even look at it. Just let it grow, if you please. It's important.

027 - Awoooooo!

[silentrunning]

[Every week or so, without fail, Chell has been wandering by the animal shelter in town. She's been looking for the perfect animal. Having a Magikarp is awesome... But sometimes she wants an animal who's more mobile than a Magikarp. And today she's found the perfect pet.

She's standing in front of a kennel, wherein is sitting adog. Not just any dog though. It's a dog of indeterminate breed, with one ear that perpetually droops over, one brown eye and one blue and a docked tail. His fur is a mottled black and brown but he has a random white ring around one eye, and a white spot on his butt.]

"Would you like to adopt him, dear?"

[the worker asked with a smile as she had for many animals, but this time Chell nodded her head. And a few minutes later, she was walking out of the shelter with a leash in hand.]

[And a little while later, Chell opens her journal and writes a question to the residents at large.]

If you adopted a dog, what would you name it?

[She sketches a picture into the journal for reference.]

Sixty Eighth Sip

[mal_addict]

[It's the first time she's bothered talking on the journals, unfiltered, for over a month. She's stayed in Brock's cabin, avoiding everyone, hating the castle for taking away such an important part of her life here. She's not exactly sure what it was that pulled her out of the darkness. Perhaps it was the realisation that his birthday had come and gone. Perhaps it was because she realised she was moping about like a fool, letting her heart rule her head in ways she swore it never would. Regardless, Maladict's tone is even when she speaks]

I'm in the mood to go find things and either shoot and/or punch them. Who'd like to accompany me to the gym or shooting range. It'd be nice to have some company.

107.5 - we are not of this world

[hard_talker]

Weeeelllll, only three new people this week ... Albus, Harry, Tylenol. We lost a bunch of folks, though, so Wonderfuck's traffic ratio is off. Either something's about to go down to compensate, or ... shit, fuck me sideways if I know. You know what, folks, I'm not feelin' it, this week. I'm openin' my mouth and the same old shit is comin' out. Exactly what I keep telling you all not to do, right?

I dunno. [he sighs, leans back in his chair, and spins idly, staring at the ceiling]

Maybe I'm just feelin' a little old in my shoes. Two years and change, that's a long fuckin' time for a guy. I'd be halfway into college, by now, back home. Normally, this place is a pretty big distraction from all that, but ...

Damn. I guess there's no other way to put it. Anyone else out there feeling it? I think tonight I'll just let the guys down at the Soul Asylum say it for me.

Send me your requests, your rants, anything. Talk hard. And keep cool, everybody, it's a scorcher out there.

[and he'll just sink back in his chair and let a little bit of music play. it's like they used to say back home: some nights he's on for hours, sometimes he's on for five minutes.]

voice.

[dorkwonder]

[Tim stares at his journal for a good few minutes, trying to decide what to say or write. After spending nearly a month lost in a sea of research or working, his brain is having a hard time getting back into "social Alvin Draper" mode.

He browses some of his old journal entries to recharge his memory. After a few more minutes pass, an idea pops into his head. Maybe Cass' curiosity will lure her in to respond or she'll track him down to give him a look.]

So, hey. I've got a strange request--or at least it might sound strange! I promise it's not as strange as it sounds. In fact, it's a lot of fun.

When I first came here, I was running a pencil and paper game for my friends, using a D20 system. The game we were playing was Warlocks and Warriors. You pick a base class, draw up a character sheet, and then a storyteller guides you through stories. You roll the twenty sided die to help determine the outcome of different challenges. At one point, I had a group of three which is a good number for beginners. Unfortunately, two of the players went home. Well, that's not really unfortunate for them! But you know what I mean.

If anyone is interested in playing, I could teach you, or I'm sure my girlfriend, Stephanie Brown, would be happy to help. She also plays with me.