paradisa

[The Sleeping Plague is both irritating and wonderful for Pitch-- irritating because the drowsiness is affecting him and he feels uncharacteristically weary, but wonderful because... hey. Extra-easy access to nightmares. A++.

As happens with so many people, Pitch's journal happens to be open to document his arrival, though he's not doing anything particularly exciting. There's the sound of quiet footsteps pacing a room, and the low murmuring sound of a man talking to himself. As he approaches the journal, he becomes audible.]

There is fear here, and so much uncertainty. I can taste it. And yet...

[He trails off. He can feel the fear in general, but can't pick up anything on an individual level-- which is strange. And he doesn't like it.

Pitch can also be found all over the castle's public areas, and so can his dark, swirling shadows; weird tiredness aside, he can travel through darkness, which makes exploring a lot easier. If he finds a sleeper, he'll follow them, and if he finds a person that's awake... well, he'll probably follow them, too. He's used to barely anyone being able to see him, and he has no reason to believe that that's going to be any different here.]

[OOC: Info on what sorts of characters will be able to see/sense him off-journal!]

keelahs

I can't believe I'm expected to use this for means of communication...

[ The skeptical female voice comes over the journal, seemingly speaking to herself. However there is something off about it. Almost as if she is speaking through something other than the journal system (example here). ]

This is the thanks we get for defeating the collectors? I can't tell if we're supposed to be hostages here or not. If we are, they're not doing a very good job at it. From what I understand we're given room and board as well as means at communication? I can't think of a single organization that would be so hospital to their captors.

Hostage or not, I'd really rather not stick around and find out. If possible, I would really like to take the next shuttle out of here and return to my flotilla. I'd rather not waste anymore time than I already have trying to find my way out of here, nor do I trust the security of such a network.

That said, I'm looking for the rest of the crew I was with, particularly a human by the name of Shepard. If anyone sees or hears from her, tell her that Tali is looking for her. I can't imagine anyone could have gotten very far.

[ For anyone that wishes to bump into her and talk in person, she can be found generally roaming the halls, occasionally poking and touching seemingly random things. ]

deathscript

[As the leader of a rather infamous hacker group, Masahiro has always known that he'd get himself into trouble one day. His tendency to poke his head where it didn't belong has made him more than a few enemies, after all, and he's no stranger to being kidnapped. That's why, when he wakes up in a room that is definitely not his own, he isn't surprised. He's alarmed, yes, and afraid of what's to come, but given his reputation, he can't say it's unexpected.

What is unexpected is his realization that the doors are unlocked. Upon exiting his room and being greeted with the gigantic hallways of a castle, his mouth drops. Wow. He's gonna need a smoke for this, assuming that whoever brought him here was kind enough to leave him with his possessions.

Masahiro reaches for his pocket, and sure enough, he finds what he's looking for. However, he also finds something he wasn't expecting - a small journal.

Huh. Maybe there's a message for him inside.

When he opens it up to flip through the contents, though, he's met with more than just text - he's met with an array of voices. That's... new and interesting.

Well, assuming that this place is bugged and his kidnappers are observing him from afar...]

A castle and a talking book with my name on it, huh? Pretty elaborate. It's a lot better than the last kidnapping attempt, I must say.

[The sound of turning pages fills the air, and an appreciative whistle can be heard.]

Someone must have put a lot of effort into this. I suppose I should be flattered, but this entire thing seems like an unnecessary amount of work for a small fry like me. Why go through all this trouble?

[There's a temporary silence that's broken by the soft flick of a lighter. When he next speaks, his voice seems somewhat muffled for a brief moment.]

If this is about Algon Soft, well... I would hate to disappoint, but I thought we'd already established that this method was no good. Sorry, but you won't be getting your gun-type PC back this way.

acesarewild

[while everyone else on the castle grounds is probably getting ready for the expedition, anyone around the duck pond will notice something straight away: a man breaks the surface of the water with a screech:]

--- IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKE!

[he coughs, splutters, and gasps for air for a moment, then looks around, wide-eyed]

I'm alive! ... I'M A-LI-HI-HIIIIIIIIIIIVE.

[he throws back his head and laughs maniacally. as he's doing so, Pickles the alligator pops up beside him and regards him critically. dude, cut it out.]

AHA-HA----

[his head snaps to one side dramatically, and he has half a second of "oh SHIT" plastered on his face before Pickles snaps at him. down he goes ....

... only to surface moments later riding the alligator like a bronco]

YEEEEEEEEE-ha! Yippie ki-yay, Crocodile Dund--

[he stops, still sitting on Pickles' back, and frowns]

Waaaaaaait a second. You're not a crocodylus niloticus, you're --

[splash. Pickles throws him off and they're at it again. a little more thrashing and splashing, and Ace hauls Pickles up onto the edge of the duck pond shore, panting] Larger snout .... wider upper jawline ... [another deep, gasping breath for air] ... decidedly darker scale pigmentation and I'm puh-retty sure you'd have had to been eating rocks for your teeth to be this dull. YOU SIR, are an alligator mississippiensis. Something VERY WEIRD is going on here.

[no duh, Ace. he looks around, finally realizing something pretty important:]

Hooooooooooooooooly shitballs, Toto, we're not blessing the rains down in Africa anymore.

((OOC: Heeeeere's Ace. As he is prone to being a bit of a jerkface, please do me a favor, hop over to his journal, and let me know what he can get away with? Thanks!))

dream_reality

[The quiet of the lobby this evening is punctuated by the DING of the elevator. The doors slide open, artificial fog billowing out into the room. Through the fog steps a man wearing a rather interesting outfit. But, more curiously, he's carrying a power drill....

He lifts one eyebrow as he peers around the room. This most certainly is NOT the main stage of the Doug Casino. He knew those spotlights were bright but they couldn't have been THAT bright, could they? There's only one explanation. Oooooh those bastards. He KNEW they'd try something to sabotage him! He wasn't sure how they did it just yet but there would be time enough to figure it out. Right now? His audience awaits.

He lifts his voice, raising the drill to shoulder level as if showing it off to an audience]

You cannot confuse me with your petty illusions. No. I will not be dissuaded. Believe me when I say that better men than you have tried [He smirks cockly, canting his head to one side.] and failed. Yes, my medical team has told me that should I go forward with this I may lose one of my senses. Leaving me with only five and [another half second pause] not special in any way. [He lifts his free hand up, crossing his fingers and shooting a look in the direction he hopes his audience is still seated] So, ah, cross your fingers for me.

[All the cheer leaves his face as his empty hand drops. Serious, now, he straightens his posture and lifts the drill bit to rest only a few millimeters in front of his hair line.

Won't someone stop this idiot from drilling a hole in his head?!]

((OOC: Welcome Steve Gray to the castle, ladies and gentlemen. If no one stops him he WILL attempt to drill a hole into his skull. Let me know in the subject line if you'd rather come across the newbie AFTER he's done with his trepanning. Also please do me a solid and go fill out his permissions post Thanks!))

scarredglasses

[Harry found himself in the lobby of what seemed like a large castle but he was sure he'd been on the train home just moments ago. And it certainly didn't look like Hogwarts. Not far away, there was a journal lying on the ground so he picked it up and opened it to have a look.]

Interesting...

[He murmured and the word appeared in the book.]

Hello? Is someone there?

[The words appeared again. He wondered if someone was reading this and decided he'd seem much stranger things recently and asked a few other questions.]

My name is Harry Potter. Does anyone know where am I? Or know Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger?

shizue

[Here, have the sound of yawning... and then a GASP!]

Did my office just... change overnight? _{I knew Tom Nook's people were good, but not this good. Did I even have this on the schedule?}

[!!!]

I hope the mayor doesn't think I am slacking off! It must have slipped my mind when--

[Wait.]

A book?

[.....]

_{Doesn't look like one I've seen before...}

princeandwizard

[When Ohjiro left the Layer after his defeat to Misaki, he was on his way to the video room of the stadium- after all, he had his brother and former crush to face after he lost the battle. When he'd seen the door swish open in front of him, he'd expected to see the dim light of the video room to greet him and the stare of his older step brother...

He wasn't expecting to end up staring at a Game Room instead.]

What?

[He looked around, stepping into the room with a blue doll resting in his right hand. This was certainly perplexing to say the least. There wasn't a room like this in the stadium that he knew of... did he take a wrong turn somewhere when he was lost in thought? He gives a quiet chuckle.]

Has my big brother been remodeling without my knowing?

[He takes a few more steps in the room, unaware of that strange open journal laying on a nearby arcade cabinet that happens to be picking up everything. Not seeing anyone immediately, he decides to call out.]

Hello! Is there anybody here?

freeslider

[In the lobby, there is a soft crack of sound, almost like thunder, followed by a rush of wind as a a blue swirling portal opens up in the air. Another flash of light illuminates the area and a moment later, a young woman tumbles head over heels and lands squarely on one of the couches. Giggling, she's quick to bounce to her feet]

How was that for a landing, guys.

[She turns on her heels, taking in the lobby for a moment with a look of wonder before turning back to the portal]

Guys?

[The drop in her smile is instanteous, and it falls further into near panic as the portal snaps audibly shut, leaving her for all intents and purposes, alone.]

Oh God. Ok...don't panic Wade this has happened before. Kind of.

[She rakes a hand through her hair and looks around again]

Quinn?! Remy?! Professor?! Please tell me you're here somewhere.

[Because if they weren't this was it for her. No timer, no sliding, and never having a chance at seeing home again.]

...please...

bro_codebreaker

[morning brings the usual ambient noise over the journal: the rustle of bedsheets, the unmistakeable groan of someone who is decidedly hung over, the slow shuffle of feet over generic New Castle Room carpet. normally, a new arrival would be freaking out a little more at this point, but this is hardly the first time Barney Stinson has woken up in a different place than he fell asleep the night before. he staggers into the bathroom and regards himself in the mirror]

Ugh. This was such a bad idea. Of all the colors. Stupid Murtaugh list. I wish I hadn't dyed my hair pink.

[there is a spectacular, shuddering yelp of surprise as, per castle mechanics, the wish is granted]

Whoa.

[he reaches up and puts both hands to his head, then checks the mirror to make sure it's not some sort of trick. okay. okay, he's found a genie somewhere. this is cool. this is awesome. but it is a theory that needs testing]

Okay, okay, wait, hang on a second, here. I wish .... for a diamond pinstriped bespoke Savile Row suit.

[POOF. One Suit Acquired. he lets out a high-pitched gasp comparable to someone who was just told they won the lottery]

Whoa. ... CRAP, I've only got one left. Uhm. Um. ... I gotta really make this count. I wiiiiiish .....? Forrrrrrr....

[there is a period of intense, life-changing concentration before a slow smirk spreads over his face and Barney nods to himself, slowly. yeah. yeeeeeah, that's it. perfect.]

All twelve models from the 1999 Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Calendar.

[expectant pause.]

OH COME ON, WHAT A GYP!

shortishandbossy

[There isn't a giant, dramatic entry. Not a bang, not a crash. Lightning doesn't pierce the sky, wind doesn't gush through the trees. He's just... there.

Well. One minute he was there and then he was here and he can tell this isn't any kind of place he's been to before. The last place he'd been was smogged up and hacked to pieces. Nothing but stumps and glup and destruction. But here there's grass and fresh air and the sprout of something that resembles a truffula tree off to the side but that can't be right because there aren't anymore trees or he would have been back years ago.

He looks slowly to the left, then to the right. Glances up at the sky. Glances down at the ground. He spots the journal sitting there. How convenient. The Lorax pushes away his annoyance at thought of how many trees it might have taken to make this thing before beginning to hesitantly flip through it.]

...Hm.

mom_ler

[Should anyone be keeping an eye on the castle's corridors, they would see a neatly-dressed lady with a denim skirt and a somewhat impressive hairdo skulking along them looking pretty lost. By the way she keeps poking irritably at the décor and looking down her nose at the flagstones and carpets and putting her hands on her hips to cast a snooty look at some of the doors, it can be assumed she's not very impressed by the sudden change of scenery. When she speaks, it's in a nasal Southern tone that suggests she's not used to being kept waiting.]

Hello? If this is a kidnappin', you're doin' a darn poor job of it! Someone get me on the first taxi home pronto or I'll...

[She trails off, and steps out into the room that hosts the castle's pool.]

Huh. I should get me one o' these.

[Aaand it occurs to her how good the acoustics are in here. God help us all.]

Hello!? Damsel in distress! Someone's got a lot of explainin' to do, y'hear!

wolf_of_war

[Those out and about the castle today may have noticed a very odd sight in various places. A vaguely animal-shaped transparent blur has been running around the castle, with no apparent permanent destination, with only his heavy footfalls betraying his position as he runs. Having mapped what he believes to be every inch of the castle that was accessible to him, the blur has settled in the lobby, sitting on his haunches with his journal in front of him. Very much visible is a very large, very menacing-looking robotic wolf, with the three-fingered manipulator on it's tails flicking through the pages of the journal. Propped up on a table nearby is a very unusual sword, in an even more unusual sheath.]

My internal diagnostic has alerted me to several gaps in my short-term memory. If the information present in this device is accurate, I am experiencing what you call a "permanent loss". I have also discovered several structural inconsistencies in the building. As though there are more rooms in the interior than the exterior would allow for. I have heard the explanation of "magic" being at work, but that is an unsatisfactory explanation. Is there someone I might speak to who could provide an adequate explanation as to how, why, and so on? I await you in the main entrance.

You may call me Bladewolf.

theyseekhimhere

[A very confused, and well dressed, man wakes up suddenly on a couch in the lobby. He looks around for anything remotely familiar. Although he is no stranger to grand buildings, this one is unfamiliar. He surveys the room before picking up the journal, reading the various entries. Perhaps he is searching for clues about his whereabouts or... perhaps not. Upon finding his name on the inside cover he lets out a small gasp of surprise.]

Really Percy, what have you gotten yourself into this time?

[Seeing his words appear on the journal page has him looking concerned and tapping his eyeglass on his chin. What to do?]

[ooc: New character in the lobby. Feel free to chat over journals or to happen upon him.]

unvarnished

[when he first opens his eyes there's an immediate burst of relief and joy: he did it. He lets out a soft laugh and flexes his fingers. But that feeling is gone almost as quickly as it comes, because he sees where he is, and there's something very wrong with it.

How in the world did he get all the way out into the woods again? He sits up, looking around anxiously]

Emma? [hers is naturally the first name to come to mind. He pulls up to his feet, looking around] Emma!

misconstrues

S-such a bright light, could I possibly be.. in a castle? A castle..

[ Oh, there is some mild spazzing. She knew the bright light meant doom! ]

Eh?! No, no, no! There aren't any castles like this in Tokyo, Mayaya-san would have known and, by default, I would also! Am I dreaming again? I don't remember falling asleep, but there isn't another explanation for being displaced so suddenly!

Ah, my heart is beating so quickly.. [ Sob. Sob. Sooob. Oh, wait. ]

A book? There's writing..

[ Another surprised shout, as the journal is flung across the room against a wall and Tsukimi herself dives rather unceremoniously over the couch in the lobby to put distance between her and it. Eventually, she peers over the back of the couch and squints at the area she believes the book to be. ]

W-w-what is this..

[ ooc Shenanigans in the lobby, should anyone be lurking about. Or over the journal. ]

ichy

[Each word is spoken into the journal in a careful, somewhat weak monotone voice that does not betray any particularly strong emotion.]

This is Icheb of USS Voyager. I repeat, this is Icheb of USS Voyager. I do not have a communicator, and I do not recognize my surroundings. I have been moved from Sick Bay to a dining hall of some kind, possibly a holodeck program. I was not conscious at the time and do not know who moved me. I believe I may require medical assistance.

I am seeking Captain Janeway or any other crew member of the ship. I can provide physical descriptions of Voyager's crew members upon request.

I would appreciate your assistance. Thank you.

[When Icheb was transported from Voyager, he was in the middle of a relatively long bedrest after a major surgery. So he's, uh, not in the best of shape and won't be for another few days. He'll be slumped on one of the benches, leaning heavily on a table for the foreseeable future.]

wolfskin

( ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴄʟɪɴɪᴄ )

( ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ )

[ Some time later Robb reaches for his journal, more than little cautious of the book yet knowing it is his only option right now. He clears his throat (talking to be a book? His men would think him mad) before speaking: ]

I am Robb Stark, King in the North and of the Trident. If any who hail from Westeros, should any of my men hear this, I would speak to you.

For any others I require nothing more than information. [ House is unhelpful. ] Of this place, who is the lord of this castle? Should it even have one. It's laws, it's people, whatever you may think is important. I would know of it.

[ A beat, long and silent. ]

You have my thanks.

[ He may get nothing, he may be get much. Either way even a single response is better than none at all. ]

jthm

Dear DIEary,

I remember getting shot in the face, now I'm in some disney castle. I mean I know heaven is supposed to be a happy place but I didn't think god would base it off dineyland. But here's the clincher DIEary, I don't think I died. You're supposed to feel calmer and all the shit right?

I don't feel it.

People here are watching me, staring, judging. I don't know what to feel.

I met a flying egg that called itself the easter bunny. Another fucking voice trying to control me? No guns to be found in the disney castle.

I need another way out.

no_ghost

[One moment he's sliding down the fire pole after Ray and then suddenly there is no pole.]

Whooooaaaaa!

[It's not a far drop but he lands on his ass none-the-less.]

Guys, I think we got bigger troubles…

[It's not the first time the fire pole has disappeared and Peter guesses it won't be the last but when it does, it's never a good sign. Getting to his feet he's rubbing his behind with one hand and his head with the other.]

Guys…? Why is it so hot down here?

[It's the lack of response that gets his attention. Looking around he sees he's in what appears to be a sauna…? When did they install a sauna in the fire hall? Or, maybe he's died and this is where he's ended up… Nah!]

Egon…? Ray…? Winston…? … Any body?! I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.

[Because it's where he came from he looks up at the ceiling. There's clearly no fire pole hole above him. He really wasn't expecting one but still figured it was the best place to start looking. He could have gotten lucky and had Egon looking down offering a hand up out of wherever it is he happened to end up. Yeah, he's not that lucky. Not moving but looking around the room he sees an open book on a bench. That's a clue right?]

Guys? This isn't funny! Can anybody hear me?

[Taking a couple steps he's watching the room, for what he doesn't really know but he's ready for whatever might come. At the bench he looks down at the book. It's a journal and he's hopeful that it might tell him where he is and who or what has arranged for his unexpected visit. What he sees is far from what he's expecting and it's very unnerving.]

What the ...?! GUYS!!!

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dictated;

Battle 1

1st slide

Article 1

one truffula stump

01 axe throw

First Waypoint Marked

Introduction of a Flower [Dictation/Action in the Lobby]

The Story of the Apperance: [dictated/action for the woods]

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henagon ￭ voice, action

ᴏɴᴇ ♚ i've lost my way, its hard to find it through

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