[Voice]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[There's the sound of clomping, her heels making heavy sounds as she paced in the room she'd woken in.]

What the hell...? What the hell?! A girl can't take a nap without being abducted from the safety of her couch? This is crapballs.

[It's obvious she's talking to herself, since she picks back up without waiting for a response.]

If this is because of that tree-hugging Norne, I'm going to go back with some gasoline and a match and have myself a little campfire. Maybe make some s'mores. And they'll taste better with her big, fat Norne tears flavoring them. Freakin' fae and their freakin' entitled faeitudes.

[There's more illegible muttering, some of it in Russian, and likely directed at the parentage and sexual preferences of said Norne.]

Comments

dictated

[madetosin]

Oooooh, temper~

Why do I get the impression it's best to stay on your good side?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[There's a small yip heard as she whirls around, looking for the disembodied voice.]

Who's that? You come out here so I can threaten to kick your ass to your face.

[madetosin]

Now why would I do that?

[fredless]

I think this is probably a good time to go ahead and take a breath. Even if it's only a little one.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Oh god... more book voices.

I don't like this book. Books aren't actually supposed to talk to you.

[fredless]

Don't forget the part where you're taking back to it. It works both ways.

This place doesn't exactly operate on 'supposed' to. I'm Fred, by the way. The voices have names.

(Your name is adorable!) Dictated

[demonologist]

[Have a British demon-hunter addressing you, Kenzi. He's intrigued by your mention of the Norn and the Fae. And also the term 'crapballs']

You're actually speaking to other people who also possess similar journals. Although you are correct in that magic is involved.

You've been abducted to a place called Cair Paradisa, I'm afraid. It's a sentient castle, which may sound a little absurd but you appear to have some familiarity with things which are out of the ordinary.

Ty. <3 to Wesley.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[Give her a minute to process that, Wesley. Then, you're going to be treated to a long string of Russian curses.]

I'm in a freakin' castle with a brain? I swear by my shoe collection, if a freakin' candle holder starts talking to me, I'm going to set it on fire.

Is this in some kind of fae castle? What the hell did I do to get kidnapped into an actual fairy tale?

[She's going to be oblivious to all the many things she may have done that might have gotten on someone's bad side.]

(I had a dyson on LJ who's name was wolfjunk hee!)

[demonologist]

[Wes raises an eyebrow (not that she can see it) at the colourful language which the journal helpfully translates, but he would have understood it anyway, being a polyglot.

He replies with a dryly amused tone.]

So you haven't met the wish-ghosts yet, then, I assume. Nor redecorated your room to your own tastes.

Essentially the castle does sort of have a mind of its own. We aren't exactly sure why it brings us here, or why it sometimes sends us back again just as abruptly. So far, no-one's been able to figure out how to leave voluntarily.

There are many people here, from many different worlds, dimensions and timelines. Not all of them are Fae, in terms of being supernatural, but some are.

[withmymind]

Nothing's safe.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[Another book voice. She wondered if it had a mute button. But, at the moment, she kind of agreed with this new one.]

I hear ya, sister. We're all just puppets in a dance, right? [Rude noise]

[withmymind]

It pulls our strings a lot. You can't break free.

Dictated

[midhitgrope]

You tried wishing for shit yet?

Oh. And the bar's in the lobby, man.

[That is the most stereotypical Boston Italian accent, btw.]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Nooooo. I like my brains in my head, thanks.

[Great. Now her book came in mob flavor]

[midhitgrope]

[You have no idea.]

No, try it. You gotta at least once. A cheeseburger or something.

Dictated

[jimfromit]

Well you're a feisty one aren't you?

Well HELLO sir

[sawyourwolfjunk]

I prefer to consider it 'spunk'.

And hello to you to :-)

[jimfromit]

Getting crude so early in the conversation?

Whatever happened to good manners around here?

[mal_addict]

What's a Norne?

...And welcome to the crazy magical castle, I guess.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

A Norne? [She looked down at the book]

Some tree-hugging hippie fae that's sort of bound to a tree. Crazy old bats, is what they are.

[mal_addict]

...Oh. They sound a bit like elves. Can't trust those lanky buggers.

[whatialways_do]

[Max has got a little bit of Russian under her belt, so she can't help her eyebrows going up]

Sounds like this Norne chick really rubbed you the wrong way.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Hell yes she did. Her and her stupid trades for things that obviously shouldn't be traded for. I'm going to go back and chop her damn tree down with a backhoe.

dictated;

[amiable]

Huh? [ Whoa, she's never heard Russian before... probably. So she's fixated on that muttering. ] What was that?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

What was what?

[Oh, hello new book voice]