[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?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Because. If you kidnapped me, you deserve a good asskicking.

[madetosin]

So I would. I hate to disappoint your violent urges, however. It wasn't me. [That's a bit of a switch, actually. Usually it IS him] In fact, I'm not even in the room with you.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Oh god... you're a ghost. Oh crapballs. What the hell did I do to get kidnapped by a place with ghosts?

[Because human-eating fae weren't bad enough?]

[madetosin]

Well, there are ghosts, but I'm not one of them [Eerie paleness aside]

Try looking in a vaguely downwards direction. There will be a book.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Great. Just great. Ghosts and a boo--

[Peers at the book]

Dude... everything you've said is in the book. Everything I've said is in the book. Oh great. This is either a bad dream brought on by that pepperoni and wine, or I've been sucked into a bad fanfiction.

[Rude noise]

[madetosin]

Suspiciously nice accommodations for a bad dream, though, don't you think?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[Taking a moment to look around, she had to admit the voice was right]

Better than my old digs, not that I didn't love those. So... when can I go back?

[madetosin]

A question I can't answer. I'm something of a prisoner here myself.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

... Are you a magic book? They stole you and now you're here, talking to me just to mess with me?

[Pokes the book]

[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.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[She gave the book another look, then waved at it. Hey, she didn't know how this thing worked, and she didn't want to piss any book-spirits off]

Hi, Fred-voice. I'm Kenzi. FYI, this sucks.

(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.]

[fredless]

[That earns a rueful smile, not that it can be seen]

It really can suck at times, I won't even try and talk that up. Especially the first getting here part. Where I'm assuming you are, judging from some of that language?

[Not that she's objecting. They get pretty darn colorful in Texas]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

I woke up about an hour ago. And this is not where I fell asleep. What's wigging me out even more? When I opened the door... my name is on it. Like... like they were expecting me or something. And not like, written on a piece of tape or anything. This is like... there.

(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.

/insert all the lols here. I have her on LJ as well. She just never came out much.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

The only fae I want to set eyes on are Bo, Dyson, Trick, and Hale. Anyone else is on a side I don't give a crap about. Freakin' Light and Dark sides. Either way, they're all elitist jerkfaces who think humans are snack foods.

[Scowling SO HARD at the journal right now]

Wish-ghosts? And why would I redecorate? I'm getting out of this popsicle joint as soon as I can.

[demonologist]

You're welcome to try. I've been here for eighteen months and my- [Wes still can't use the 'g' word. It's almost reaching superstitious proportions by now. As if saying it out loud will somehow tempt the castle to send one of them home again.] -a friend of mine has been here even longer. Nearly four years.

There's not just a castle. There's a town beyond that, farmland, forest and more. Other people have gone on expeditions. Found ruins and the like. But no way to get home again. Not that I know of, at least. I'm sorry.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

You say that like someone just died or something.

[Which was actually starting to freak her out. She couldn't get home? No BoBo? No Wolfman? This officially sucked worse than the whole Baba Yaga incident.]

So... what the frank and beans am I supposed to do here, huh? Learn to knit? I hate knitting.

[fredless]

...your nameplate. Right. [There's a bit of a sigh] It'll stay there too, until you go home. If you go home, I mean. It's not exactly a planned thing.

Some people end up moving out. You know, magic castle and all. But the name plate just seems to stay there.