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[animusangelus]

This is annoying.

[Who can he hit to make this better? No, really.]

Tell me this is laryngitis.

[And not something incredibly creepy and out of his control.]

If not, what can I do to fight it? I don't mind the risk.

[He might not use his voice much, but when he does use it, he damn well wants it to be there!]

Matrix 07 ~ [Dictated... Somewhat]

[simulatedmedic]

Attention.

[The voice is robotic and female. People who have been working on the holodeck may recognise it as the voice of the Federation computer filtering through the journal.]

This is a message from the Emergency Medical Holographic Channel. All residents who are injured, please report to the clinic. All clinic staff not present, and not assisting more important matters, please report to the clinic. All residents who are able to assist with emergency medical matters, please report to the clinic, or assist other residents not able to reach assistance.

This has been a message from the Emergency Medical Holographic Channel.

[The next is written in neat handwriting.]

My apologies for the computer. It lacks the imagination to deaden the blow. My vocal subprocessors are affected also, so any verbal communication will need to come from the EMHC.

Apologies in advance.

ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ♚ thought you needed some time alone

[wolfskin]

In light of rec─ [ the sentence stops suddenly and a low feral growl can be heard from the journal, then a scuffle. robb tries to call out but to no avail, the whole lack of voice thing puts a hamper on that. the cold look he settles for does little as well.

grey wind has his journal. grey wind is tearing apart his journal.

and just as robb's written words stopped suddenly before so does the sound of a direwolf tearing apart his journal. welp someone is clearly not happy.

don't expect anything from the king in the north for a while, he will be attempting to master the art of silent scolding. ]

The First Death Discovered [ Written (Cause what else could it be? ) ]

[wishmadeinfire]

[ This would come in the early morning, when most people should be up, and about, around. He had spent the wee hours attempting to clean up the mess he had found in Sheena's room, wanting to give her the dignity that the Gentleman had denied her (though Ashura did not know it had been the Gentleman, only that someone or someones had done this). When she had been cleaned, properly dressed, and laid out, only then had he found the strength to open the journal and pen this... ]

Sheena is dead. 

I found her early this morning in her chambers, cut with some sort of sharp instrument. Whoever did this had... no care for what they left behind. I do not know who did it, or why. I cannot say that Sheena had such enemies as to have such a terrible thing fall on her.

I have her resting in the best state I can manage if you wish to pay respects, though I think time might be better spent figuring out whom among us committed such a crime, and bring them to justice. Also, I would advise all to be wary and keep your wits about you. It is likely this could happen again.

[ He had nothing else to say, setting his journal aside and breathing shallowly. So much tragedy... ]

♠♠♠ WARNINGS: blood, cutting and talk about self harm and sacrifice.

[dream_reality]

[There are some doodles on the page. A heart. A heart with a knife in it. A 7 of hearts playing card. A heart on fire...

Eventually Steve gets bored of his somewhat morbid drawings and starts to write:]

( WARNINGS for blood, cutting and talk about self harm and sacrifice )

Thirty Four Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[Learning about Sheena's death has bumped Once-ler's paranoia from a five to a ten. He knows people are hiding out in the library, in that bar in town, in those other safe zones, but he remembers being on the Event Horizon. If something is attacking them, or god forbid if one of their OWN is attacking them, then it won't matter if you're in numbers or not. Heck, being in a big group might just attract attention to them. He's more than content to stay in his tower with all his traps, thank you. But there are two somethings that are missing. He quickly picks up a pen to scribble into the journal:]

( Ted and the Lorax )

[He almost leaves it at that, but he knows he can't. Not after the news of today.]

( Friends )

[There's a tap of his pen on the journal. He's a salesman, he's finding it difficult to get things across without his quick and easy patter. It's very different having to write it all down]

Well, this sucks.

065. Coda

[samson]

( Cabin )

[Like everything else lately, the following is written. Printed, actually; he's trying to make this as legible as possible so it can reach even little kids or people who aren't too literate.]

This is Brock. If you still need somewhere to stay, somewhere safe, I have a cabin southwest of the castle, off the main road. We can all take turns keeping watch, at least until we figure out wh

[The pen jerks to the side, leaving a jagged line and an ink smear.

There's the sound of... something... for about a half minute, sounds of violence. Blows landing, furniture being broken.

Then there's nothing.



And then the door slams. Hurried footsteps, stiletto heels on hard wood. The sound of something hitting the ground hard.

The pen touches the page again, the handwriting different than Brock's. A shaky, quick scrawl.



After, the sound of things breaking -- dishes, glass; fragile things that make noise when they break. Someone trying desperately to get the attention of someone. Anyone.]

18 // Written/Action

[nothingtobelieve]

[Vicious had originally been content to sit out the castle's latest trick, not bothered by the imposed silence. But he had kept an eye on what was happening, and when things had begun to look less benign, he'd packed up and started his return 'home.']

I'm back.

[The writing is neat, spare, the message as brief as his original departure. It had taken the better part of the day to make the return trip, which meant there was a tall, silver-haired shadow moving through the town and then the castle, red-eyed bird perched on one shoulder and a katana sheathed at his hip. Certainly not anything suspicious.]


( Filtered to Gren )

Backdated to before the discovery of the second body. Filtered to those investigating the case,

[deductiongeek]

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[OOC: Can be translated here. Warning for clinical discussion of murder case.]