2nd Hunt ✖ Action/Dictated

[lovemesomepie]

[Midnight finds a certain Dean Winchester on the roof of the Castle, in the darkness and the fog. He watches the Castle grounds silently, only the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the area. All is relatively calm, but he knows that somewhere here, crime is running rampant, and justice must prevail.

With a sudden turn that whips his cape around dramatically, he heads back inside to patrol the hallways, questioning those he runs into.

The occasional ghost-turned-corporeal gets assaulted, but they pay Dean no mind, which only agitates him further. It's not just the costume, either - though he certainly believes he's a crime-fighting vigilante, his paranoia is also driven by the symptoms that have been plaguing him since he arrived and found out finding solace in a drink was a lot more difficult than before. At least, if he didn't want to end up dizzy and regurgitating the contents of his stomach.

Momentarily disenthused by the lack of reaction from the ghost-people, he returns not to his room, but to the hideout in the library he'd discovered behind one of the bookshelves. He needs to maintain his secret identity - he can't be spotted going in and out of a room that's got his name emblazoned on the door!

That's when he finds it, sitting innocently on the table. But it's got his real name on it - the one he'd sworn to keep secret and separate from his superhero identity. Someone knew.]

Who sent me this...invitation?

[Backdated to not long after the York leaving post]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

( [Filtered to the people here from home - Freelancer, Blood Gulch crew, and whatnot] )

(no subject)

[foughtfortheusers]

[Have a rumbling growl going through the journal. Much more animal-like than usual.] Another user holiday?

Strange clothing. [That would be the sounds of Rinzler yanking at a costume, starting to realize it isn't coming off.  He's getting annoyed.  Thin of how an angry cat sounds right now.] Won't come off.

Castle's work?

Dictated - Bow Chicka Back Back

[babyaliendaddy]

[There is the sound of tearing. Angry, angry tearing, and a lot of cursing that is not appropriate for small children. Literally, the foulest language possible said as quickly as possible, with as much violence as possible.]

MOTHERFUCKINGDICKFACESONNOVABITCHBASTARDFUCKINGFUCKERSWHOGOTFUCKED!

[And another bang. And an angry huff.]

...whoever put me in the fucking baby bonnet, CHURCH, better start running now. I'm about to get all FREELANCER up on your bitchy ass.

[Twenty-Five - Right Through The Eye] [Written]

[the_effect_she_has]

[There's the creaking sound of a journal being opened, as if it has been closed for some time. Then a pen dips down on the page, and Katniss's precise handwriting starts to appear on the paper, her words flowing quietly.]

It seems more friends have left, since I went off ... [The words trail off, as Katniss looks at her letter from Mark, from Gale, items she received from friends who are now gone. Her grey eyes narrow a little, but she lifts her chin. She's done this before. She's walked this road. She can do it alone, if need be.]

[But she is not alone, is she? That's what she has to keep remembering. So when she writes again, her handwriting his stronger.] But I'm back. So talk to me, Paradisa. What do I need to know?

Sixteenth Snowflake

[sugarwaffo]

[You might think a holiday with as many sweets as Halloween would please Sugar. Wrong. Cowering below one of the lobby tables is Sugar, dressed up like a certain familiar high school elementary school detective, right down her tiny pair of glasses. Her little wings look rather out of place with the blue jacket. Quietly, she whispers to her journal.]

What happened to the castle? Everything is scary now. I don't like it.

[There's a gasp and she goes quiet as one of the ghosts walk past.]

Oh, and where did my clothes go? When I woke up yesterday they were gone, and I was wearing Conan's clothes again. [Pause.] I didn't realize he had clothes that would fit me.

8th slide

[freeslider]

[Wade didn't overly object to her new outfit when she woke up in it yesterday, other than the ability to take it off for a bath. She wasn't fond of sleeping cowboy boots either. But it was Halloween, after all, and she was good about going along with a situation once it had fallen in her lap.

By the time the next day dawned, all objections had vanished from her mind and was replaced by a multitude of compulsions that would normally be foreign to her.

Which is why there is now one cowgirl in the lobby with a lasso and is currently in the process of herding a pack of bland-faced but obedient house ghosts with fake cow horns stuck on their heads.]

Yee haw! Get on now! Yah! Into the kitchen with you...

14th sweater: not a sweater, but a space suit

[bezazzled]

[A certain tween is standing just outside the ballroom doors in a very familiar space suit. But that's not what one might notice right away.

What they might notice is the large Halloween bounce house that Mabel has wished for and set to one side of the lobby. She can totally explain this.]

While waiting for my cowgirl friend, I figured I would keep my promise to someone in the castle. So I wished for a bounce house! I put it in the lobby, just in case you want to try it. I know, I know, everyone's totally going to the ball. But if you're not or maybe if you just want to bounce a little bit in-between dancing, it's there for anyone to use.

Rules! Because they're necessary. No shoes. Also no sharp edges or costume props. Just leave all that stuff outside the house or you'll pop it. And no popping it just to be mean! I will wish for another, so just don't be a jerk.

Now if you will excuse me, me and my friend are going to Halloween Prom.

☽ 017 [ Last Quarter ] -- Dictated / Action / Attack on Books.

[lupinotuum]

 [ So, for the past week, Remus has been followed around by a rather vicious flock of textbooks, hell bent on maiming their poor victim with numerous paper cuts and covering him with scraps of shredded paper if he so much as steps within twenty feet of the library. (The poor blighter now looks as though he's been through a rather violent mauling...) Throughout the week the books have since taken to following him around the castle, hunting down Remus with extreme prejudice whilst leaving everyone else alone. He figures that it might be the Castle's doing, one of those good ol' temporary losses Paradisa likes to dole out every once in a while, so he's refrained from asking why.

At the moment, he's holed himself up in his room with the door barred, trying to stay as quiet as possible so as not to alert his assailants to his presence. The Castle, however, doesn't always like to play fair.

A soft gasp followed by a loud thud and a scuffle sounds over the journal. ]

Oh bugger -- !
STUPEFY!

[ Remus gets up in one swift moment as the door bursts open and seemingly hundreds of books burst through. He only has time to fire one of two spells, before he's overwhelmed. ]

Hel--!

[ He yelps suddenly and drops his wand as he collapses out cold under a pile of old books, knocked out cold from one well-timed hit to the head. ]

[ ooc:// Remus is now out for the week and when he's back, he'll be canon-updated! See ya next week! ]

Third car - Halloween Spirit(s) [Action] - backdated to earlier today (31/10)

[teenagebadboy]

[The changes in the castle hadn't passed Aaron by. He quickly came to realize that this probably was what people had warned him about on his first day in the castle. Naturally it makes him observe the decorations with suspicion. But that wasn't all. He had woken up the other day wearing a west, flannel shirt and jeans. Besides that attire he was also wearing an empty gun holster with a large metallic buckle and a classic cowboy hat. It was as far from what he usually wore possible. Worst yet, he couldn't take it off. Another clear indication of the awful castle's shenanigans.

For the last couple of days he had started to feel different. Thoughts about horses and cattle crossed his mind ever so often. He fought back against it to remain himself but for how long he could, he didn't know.

In a strike of this character change he had found himself at the shooting ranch, practising quick draws and aiming. Strange seeing as he never had handled a gun in his entire life before.

Feel free to bother him.]