ɴɪɴᴇ ♚ this dusty barren land

[wolfskin]

[ it takes robb some time to really open the journal and properly address it, when he does his tone is even and steady displaying nothing of what sits upon his mind. ]

I have a question for those experienced in magics and other such sorcery, should you be willing to indulge a king in his queries. I wish to know about men who possess the ability to enter the minds of animals, in my land they are known as wrags or skinchangers. Any information will be greatly appreciated.

[ a moment of silence before he adds: ] My words two moons ago still stand, the recent happenings have made them even more prevalent then before.

[ and he is done. ]

Fifteenth Snowflake - Backdated to the 16th

[sugarwaffo]

[Sugar woke up to find the sun shining bright, which at first seemed great! She loved the sun.

Then the heat started.

While Sugar, as a season fairy, was less affected by extreme temperatures than other beings, she could still feel the temperature rising to uncomfortable levels. Oh no! This is way too hot! This wasn't fall weather at all! A season fairies job is to obey the seasons, bringing the proper weather for each of them. She had to make things right!]

Rise! I'm going out!

[Grabbing her bag, she rushed out of the room to see what she could do. Her first concern was her Magic Flower, then the plants outside, which might not like the drastic change in temperature. However, she was also on the lookout for anyone who was not taking well to the heat.

Don't worry, guys! Sugar will cool things down!]

((OCC: Open outside for Sugar helping the plants or anywhere if your character wants relief from the heat.))

01 - Dictated / Action | The Ambition in the Kingdom of Afternoon Naps

[stainedglassreflections]

[ Its a great deal of splashing at first. ]

Ryner!

[ Anyone out by the pond will hear that frustrated shout, and see a young man struggling to get to the edge of the pond. Either he can't swim terribly well, or he's weighed down by something, because his head keeps going under once in a while. ]

Lucile may have overlooked the book-assassination attempt, but a pond poses real danger, I don't want-

[ Don't want him to kill you. Don't want you to die-

Whatever the young man had been about to continue saying is cut off with the sound of a lot of wet cloth and a body flopping down. By the splash marks, Sion had made it next to the journal. ]

.... This isn't any of my courtyards. .... And what is that pink thing....?

[ Said 'pink thing' is the giant squid, which is waving lazily at him. ]

dictated;

[wagers]

Hey! Does anyone have their Pokemon still? Do you ever play with them like the people back in their homeworld did?

Well, by play I mean battle, but...

♫19 [broadcast/journal]

[both_neither]

[The radio and journals crackle to life this evening - not with the familiar sound (to some) of Leonard Cohen - but this bluesy melody. Gren doesn't like to interrupt the music, though, so he let's it play all the way through first, before he starts to speak]

I think one of the most appealing things about the blues isn't just it's construction, in a technical sense, but the feel of the thing. It's about owning your pain. It's about putting it out there into the universe so that we can really know that when it comes to pain and loss and suffering, we aren't at all alone.

And that's definitely true here. Because we've all lost something. At least for coming here, but maybe even before, or even after. Especially recently. But that's not just a trademark of this place. It's a trademark of living, for better or worse.

Not that this place is an amusement park or anything. But we're all stuck in the same ride. And while we're all focusing on everything we've lost lately, there's been a lot of living going on. Fall started up. Which mean a lot of us were thinking about food. Somebody else played us some music. And at least four people had a birthday. I'd say there's a lot of life in us yet.

By the way, this is Gren, taking over for our apparently absent resident DJ, Hard Harry. He hasn't left the castle, as far as I can tell, but if anybody does know where he is, I'm sure some of us would be happy to know he's safe and sound. Sorry for the lack of stage name. I usually just let the music do the talking for me.

Things have been kinda irregular for the last couple of weeks, so I thought I'd officially try to welcome everyone he's missed, so here goes.

The Doctor...which one is it now?...Equius, Sonata, Harry, Emma, Jesse, Aziraphale, Yuuko, Dean, Aaron, Newt, Blue, and Sion...welcome to Cair Paradisa...sorry, you'll have to see my compatriot for the rude nicknames. Or ask a friend. I'm sure you can find one out here, somewhere.

[And then the music will continue without further comment...]

033 - HOT!

[silentrunning]

[Chell's sitting in the lobby, eating a shaved ice and trying to keep cool, and flipping through the journal when she thinks of a question to pose.]

I read somewhere that if you crack an egg, you can put it in direct sun long enough, and it will fry. Do you suppose if I were to put an egg on the roof it would fry? And if so, how long would it take?

Also, does anybody have any idea what's going on? I've only experienced one fall before this, but it doesn't seem natural? Isn't it supposed to get cooler? Like it was yesterday?

Oh... If you're also as burned up as I am, I found a recipe for something called shaved ice, and I've wished up ingredients and made one for myself. But I'd be happy to make more if anyone else wants one too.

Second car - Big scary place [Written]

[teenagebadboy]

Well this place is all big and glamorous but I can't believe it's for free. Whoever brought us all here must have had some bloody intention with it. Are we supposed to work like slaves to earn our right to be here? Do we need some kind of work? Or is there something even more weird going on? There don't seem to be any information regarding anything. Not even staff around the castle, what the hell?

xlvi λ warning

[assassino]

[printed anonymously]

I killed a man earlier this year.

He did not return.

I thought it would be prudent to leave warning that perhaps those killed by another resident no longer return from the dead.

This will serve as my only warning.