☼ [Written/Action] ☼

[aphoenixsong]

I am relieved that spells do not require a voice. Should I have any unexpected - or unwelcome - visitors, I will not treat them kindly.

[He has no reason to drag this out. It's a simple warning.]

☼

[Albus can be found enjoying the open air. He is dressed as brightly as usual and he seems at ease. Of course he is very good at masking his emotions, so he could be in a state of turmoil over current events. However he is not going to hide.

Waving one of his aged hands, he causes a flower to sprout from the ground. It's a rose, in fact. One that sparkles and spreads its blue - yes blue - petals. Almost immediately, a butterfly lands and takes some of the pollen. He smiles softly.]

Written.

[dorkwonder]

[Tim has been doing his best to gather as much information as possible on what's been going on. He has silently observed other entries that have been made (since "Alvin" would freak out and not say much in the way of helpfulness), taking notes, and trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Unfortunately in Paradisa, the castle always seems to hold a few key pieces of information hostage, and can completely alter reality at a whim. While such circumstances are not enough to deter him from investigating by any stretch of the imagination, they are enough to make him want to focus on something they can potentially control to some degree; safety.

Sets his detective mind aside for the moment, and focuses on what someone like Alvin would think of this situation.]

Okay, we need to do something about this situation and we need to do something about it fast! I have a sinking feeling that something else is going to happen sooner than later. We need to try and pool our resources to work together and keep one and other safe. Everyone should have someone they can touch base with regularly. Also, we need to create some kind of emergency system so we can quickly respond to someone who is in trouble. Maybe we can pick a couple of locations for all of us to stay in and rotate people in-and-out to stand guard.

6th slide

[freeslider]

[There is the sound of uneasy, pacing footsteps for a few moments]

This is really stupid, but could someone come walk with me to the library? I don't want to go alone.

[A brief pause in the writing to add]

With maybe a stop at the kitchen? I'm sure everyone up there is hungry.

DWN 015 - Heat [Written]

[whistles_the_blues]

[It's about time Blues spoke up about this.]

If anyone needs any help getting from one place to another in the castle and doesn't want to go alone, I'll be doing escorts when I'm not keeping watch over the library or Caritas.

The Story of Gentlemen

[unvarnished]

[there are elements about this that remind August of the Enchanted Forest: the stolen voices, the hearts being removed. But he's sure that Regina hasn't shown up. She would've called for Henry and taken him away from the Starks by now. Still, the fairy tale aspects are too strong for him to ignore. After going over all the ones he knows (which did take a while), August went to the castle's library.

There are so many books here he wouldn't know where to begin. Luckily as he's walking along a book falls off from its shelf. He picks it up, idly flipping through it. The more he reads the more he is amazed by what he finds. But how to get other people to know?

First he taps his knife on the table to get people's attention. Once he does, he writes out a note in the journal]

Found info that can help. Can't share over journal. In library.

[and while he's waiting he's doing some quick drawings of what he found in the book]

Backdated to last night...

[hard_talker]

[Ezio]

I know we don't really know each other, but Molotov asked me to get a message to you. Please answer as fast as you can, it's urgent.

15th elevator-Written/action

[honeytoes]

[ He's heard about the second killing but since he still thinks it's the work of The Doctors he's not asked about the finer details like the minions that were found around Brock. He's convinced this is some form of retribution from the fates for escaping the monster purge back home with such a quick and easy death.

After sitting at a table in the dinning room for twenty minutes with his head in his hands and a scotch at his side he sits up and begins writing.]

[ Private ]
Oh Ancient ones whose legend has overseen the dawn of existance hear me now.
Deliver us from this great evil so we may bask in your greatness once more.
Forgive us for our sins and failings.
And may you bless us with everlasting peace and your eternal slumber.
As it ever was.

[ He then puts the pen down and continues to just stare at the wall. Either he's unaware that he's in danger being by himself or he just doesn't care. ]

48

[sworn]

[Okay, that's it.]

I understand the need for examining the bodies, I do. But I shouldn't have to remind some of you that they are more than just corpses. These are people, and you would do well to remember that. Have some respect for the survivors, for Light's sake. Don't make it a bigger scene than it needs to be.

( second )

[focusrighthere]

( action; ellie, tess, joel at 516. )

thirty-six detention slips

[delincuente]

[Being cooped up in the library with the rest of the castle is really not Alex's style, but she's no dunce. There's a vast difference between people getting killed on some distant spaceship, and people getting killed right here in the castle. She's scared - terrified, even, though she'd never met either of the victims. Safety in numbers, she wants to believe, but those same numbers are driving her absolutely crazy for some alone time. She takes the opportunity come evening, slipping out of the library with her wand and her journal to make a kitchen run.

It's just after sundown when she quickly makes her way back up, stopping briefly by her room on the way to the library. It's there, on the second floor, that she scribbles out a message in loopy, purple handwriting, her high heels clicking audibly through the journal.]

At times like these, it would be super great if we all just had cell phones or something. Communicators or something, like in movies. I mean, we have TV and stuff like that here. But we still all talk by book? Really freaking inconvenient when you want to walk and talk at th-

[It cuts off there, cleanly and abruptly. Not only the words, but the clicking of the heels and scratch of the pen and the smacking of gum. Just an intake of breath, and a soft thump and scrape as the journal falls to the floor and is kicked back down the hall.

No one picks it up, and less than a minute later, no one is left to.

It's no less brutal than the first two, and performed in the same, eerily precise manner. The Gentlemen, with a scalpal, in the darkest end of the second floor hallway. Not a scream, not a sound. And a girl with a heart bigger than she ever lets on, left without it on the floor.

Deepest condolences to whomever may find her.]