paradisa

[At first, Faye thought it was just her. When she awoke and her usually audible yawn was strangely silent, she figured perhaps she'd just lost her voice. She can't for the live of her figure out why she'd lose her voice; perhaps she'd come down with something.

It's not until she leaves her room that she realizes that it's eerily silent. Normally she can hear the voice or two of people meandering through the halls of the castle, but this morning? Nothing. It's a little worrisome, to say the least.]

So, it looks like the castle is messing with us again, doesn't it?

3nterprising

[Perhaps it's a tad too early for a drink, but Faye doesn't seem to mind as she sits quietly at a bar just at the outskirts of the kingdom, a fruity lunch cocktail next to her as she sifts through her journal. Next to the cocktail is a cupcake that was once delicious looking, but is now missing most of its icing and a tiny flag sits next to it that reads Happy Birthday. It had been a small token from the castle, so needless to say she's been eating it slowly and a little cautiously.

As she thumbs through journal pages, specifically all ones identified as her own, she tries to piece together more of her past. Her past here in Caer Paradisa.]

Have I really been here this long?

[Perhaps she could use someone to break her from her birthday reverie.]

3nterprising

[It's late, and a young Faye Valentine has long grown tired of studying. She reclines in an arm chair in the common room of the Ravenclaw house, having given up on pretending to look busy and has since resorted to balancing a quill between her nose and her upper lip. Wearily, she glances at her journal and flips it open.]

So, nobody else is still studying, right? Well, even if you are, I'm still calling it quits.

3nterprising

[Filtered to Spike]

[Her voice is quiet and uncertain, as if disturbing the eerie atmosphere would come at a cost.]

Hey. It'd be nice to not leave your comrade hopelessly stranded like this.

3nterprising

[Faye had been wondering why it was so quiet lately. Where had everyone gone? Of course, her favorite person to annoy is conspicuous by his absence. She wanders through the castle, using the guise of exploring as an excuse for looking for him.]

Geez. It seems like everyone's in hiding.

[It isn't long before a familiar little dog waddles up to her and takes a seat at her boots.]

Great. Where'd you come from? I guess Spike left you to your own devices, too. Typical.

3nterprising

[That strange earthquake from the day before was a little frightening, but it doesn't stop Faye from wandering through various common areas in the castle. There's something off about everything, and she can't quite put her finger on whether or not it's more than just the quake that caused it.]

The castle doesn't look too bad. A little shaken, if nothing else. [There's humor in her voice; that joke was a little too much.] I'm guessing everyone's ok, right?

( Filtered to Spike )

( To Gren )

( To Brock )

3nterprising

So, does the castle always do this? You know, knock people out for days and days on end? If so, it's gonna get really old really fast.

[Faye's been out cold for two weeks. She's a little annoyed at the castle for making her lose all this time, but somewhere deep down under all her agitation, she's glad to be awake again.]

[[OOC: Back from hiatus! And with icons!]]

3nterprising

[A box of chocolates was a strange thing to find in one's room. Especially when one did not place them there herself. Finding a cake was even weirder. Faye is suspicious about these sweets. If they came fro the castle, they could either be really good, or really bad. Or perhaps both. Which is what she feared the most.

Of course, the cryptic literature that came with the food was no help at all. So se decided to have just one chocolate. You know. Just to test it out. If she died a horrible death or got food poisoning, there'd be her answer.

There seemed to be no effect... until she left her room. As she goes about her way throughout the castle, the sight of just about every person made her smitten, giddy, emotional, or something of the like. This could end up being a long day, especially considering she doesn't quite take notice of the effects.]

[[OOC: Which chocolate did she eat? Why not chat her up and find out.]]

3nterprising

[Having woken up this morning with chattering teeth, Faye was more than disappointed. The way she saw it, the castle should have known better than to turn everything to ice when it would make her so cold. What was worse? There was nowhere she could go to thaw. As she speaks into the journal, her voice is a lot closer to a whine than it usually is.]

Why would the castle do something like this? Doesn't it know how awful this is? Better yet... don't answer any of that.

This really is Hell, isn't it?

That, you can answer.

[For those of you in the kitchen, you'll find a scowling Faye wrapped in a thick comforter and looking for something to put into the oven ~~besides herself.~~]

3nterprising

[For the moment, Faye is sitting in her room in the castle, curled up on the window nook. Her journal is in front of her, her fingernails tapping lightly on the cover as she stares blankly out the window. With a sigh, she flips open the journal, looking at a blank page before speaking.]

If anyone out there knows how the other me got home, don't hesitate to fill me in.
I know I was originally destined for riches and all, but I just need to get out of this castle.

Where do people live in this place if they don't live in the castle?

[Which got her to thinking.]

( Filter: That Lunkhead )

3nterprising

[After waking up in the castle, the first thing Faye did was leave. Down those seemingly endless stairs, through the elaborate lobby, through those big doors and finally, outside. Where things looked even more strange. After seeing no visible option, she stops to take a seat on a bench a little ways from the castle. She leaned back, resting her hands on the bench when her hand landed on something. A pretty, leather-bound journal. She snatches her hand away in shock, looking around for someone to blame for this.]

What the hell...? I know I left this thing in that god-awful room.

[Warily, she opens it, finding her name embossed inside the front cover.]

I knew I had a common name... but I didn't think it was that common.

[She flips through the pages, considering the fact that she'd completely overlooked it before, and comes across the page with the words she'd just spoken. Staring, she puls the book close to her face. ]

Is this thing...

[Startled by the appearing words, she slams the book closed.]

Ok, this is crazy.

[Pouting, she tosses the book over her shoulder.]

luckyvalentine

[Faye hasn't been out of her room much for the past while, and there are reasons for that. Reasons that she'd really like to get away from by now, and sitting around in a little room just isn't going to let her forget about them.

But hey, today she actually has an excuse to get out and treat herself a little.

So, she stretches her legs and wanders out to town, finally settling down at her favorite cafe. She orders a big piece of pie. ...And a couple of cupcakes. ...And some ice cream.

And that's where she'll be for a while, people-watching and snacking until she might make herself sick... and the faint hummed notes of Happy Birthday just might be caught over the journal every once in a while.

She doesn't even know if it's the right day. But it's the date she's always put on her IDs, so it's close enough.]

luckyvalentine

[she sounds exhausted, weary to her core, when she finally gets a hold of her journal. She also sounds desperate. The fact that she woke up to absolutely nothing about the world making sense--trapped like a political prisoner, Spike acting like he's insane--really helped her pull herself together a little. She'll deal with why she's in the clinic later. Right now, all that matters is that she can get out of it.]

I will pay someone to get me out of here. Caisos, diamonds, whatever you want. Just... get over here now. ...Please.

[That's when a male voice interrupts out of nowhere, suddenly very close by.]

You could pick up better reading. [Plucking the journal from her hands!] You're supposed to be resting, you know.

--Hey! Give that back! [...it'll take her a minute to get that journal back]

((ooc: ~~backdated to last night~~ OOPS WRONG. Not backdated; the clinic is free now. Open over the journal, or in person in the clinic. Zelman is a dick, Spike is on a loss, and shit is crazy))

luckyvalentine

[as great as it's been to be in a cabin that seems to have an unlimited supply of alcohol--especially waking up ever morning with a hangover, that's been a real treat--Faye's managed to get bored.

Sure, drinking with her cabinmates has been a blast... even if she's pretty sure she wouldn't be able to recite most of their names if you paid her... but it's not enough.

It's still too much like drinking alone.

...So, after the races, the doors of Dionysus are being propped open, and the barrels are rolling out. Literally.

She's in a sharing mood.]

Hey--[sounding a little out of breath over the journal]--I don't suppose there are any big, strong men around who could give a lady a hand, is there? These things are heavy.

[and then she plops down on the front porch of her cabin to wait]

So, we beat a bunch of monster dogs, had a race... or something with horses, right? And hey, we're on vacation.

I think it's time for a party. Head to the Dionysus cabin if you agree.

((ooc: the Dionysus cabin is sharing its store of alcohol with the rest of camp! Come hang around the cabin, or feel free to imply that you haul away some of the stash for yourself! Plot-approved!))

luckyvalentine

Gimme that!

No.

[and there goes Mother of the Year, down the street, with a dangerously adorable toddler... on a leash. It's attached to a harness around the kid's torso... but it's still definitely a leash. The kid is wandering toward every shop window, pointing at every shiny and expensive-looking thing]

Mine!

No, it's not. C'mon-- [giving the leash a little tug to get the girl moving again]

[and once they get back to the castle? That leash is staying on, while Faye flops down on the couch, apathetically hanging onto it with one hand while the girl runs around ...and seems to be using an ashtray as a truck or an airplane, judging by the engine sounds she's trying to make. Mommy's not taking a nap--honest.]

bro_codebreaker

[ahhh, a beautiful spring morning. straight out of a fairy tale - at least, that's the sort of thing Barney would think if he ever even thought about things in terms of fairy tales. instead, he just thinks life's pretty awesome. his pillow ended up in just the right spot, he's got that perfect blanket configuration, and somehow his arm's around someone warm and soft. he doesn't remember picking anyone up last night, but considering the Nature of Booze, that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

... except he doesn't remember drinking, for once, either. cautiously, he opens one eye, expecting a total stranger in usual Castle Messing With Stinson fashion. imagine his surprise when it's someone he knows. well, you don't have to imagine it, you can pretty much hear it:]

Faye?!

[the response, however, is decidedly NOT Faye's, as she opens her eyes and sort of dead-eye stares at him in the sort of way that practically screams "it figures".] What the fuck are you doing....oh, bollocks. What is happening NOW?

Wait -- WHAT?! [that voice, though? that's definitely Faye.]

[Barney sits up, recoiling - not necessarily from shock, as he's a veteran of Crowley Possession - but more because being snuggled up to your best friend in your best friend's girlfriend's body isn't necessarily the best situation to put yourself in first thing in the morning.

and that's when he notices the dress he's wearing.

AND SCREAMS.]

luckyvalentine

[welp... normally a park would be too naturey of a place for her to sun herself, but... desperate times call for desperate measures! So, she's got herself a nice reclining beach chair set up by the pond, umbrella stuck in the grass, the whole works. Close enough to a beach, right?]

I don't know why everyone's working so hard--this monster training thing is a total piece of cake. My little... cat... thing... is going to be a master by the end of this trip.

[yeah, she's really working hard. Just look at her go! Basking away like a champion, until her little pet comes bounding back]

...Purrr?

[Faye opens her hand, and the Purrloin drops something appropriately shiny into it]

Oh, wonderful work! You are getting so good at this. [pausing to actually... pet the thing behind it's oversized ears, while it happily purrs away] Such a good kitty~ ...Now go on, get back to work.

((ooc: Faye's hanging out in her skimpiest bikini in the park... feel free to fall victim to Purrloin's theivery if you'd like. or just gawk at her incredible training skills.))

luckyvalentine

[bathtime is supposed to be relaxing. It is a time to unwind, surrounded by bubbles while reading up on the latest castle gossip, and it's normally something she's really good at. This time, though... she can't quite manage to let her problems float away. She can't quite hit that level of peace needed to settle back and calm down. So what does she do when she's feeling upset and unsafe, and knows exactly what would fix that but is being kept away from it?

Complain about something completely unrelated, of course.

...Well, mostly unrelated. The path of logic makes sense in her head, anyway.

For a while, there's just sloshy bathtub sounds as she flips through the journal. Then, suddenly, there is griping. Coming across this little gem certainly doesn't help.]

...What's next, a killer clown? ...Oh, hey, how about some of those eco-terrorist guys? Maybe some hallucinogenic mushrooms.

[and then, hoping Spike is listening] And, while you're at it, why not throw in a cowboy in white who looks exactly like a certain skinny bounty hunter. That would be just great.

[and then an annoyed sigh and she sinks lower in the water]

...I swear, it's like someone left the trapdoor between here and home hanging wide open. What gives...

luckyvalentine

[she hasn't paid too much attention to whatever is currently making people freak out. She's had a lot of other things on her mind, after all. ...But, hearing that Zelman is sick or something is enough to make her curious, heading down to the clinic to check it out.

It's probably nothing, and it will give her something to taunt him about later.

She doesn't expect him to even actually be there, however. So, finding out that the rumors are true is disconcerting, finding him actually unconscious is downright worrying... but that's nothing compared to the creeping horror caused by spotting what looks like a bruise on his arm.

It takes her a second, chills running over her skin before the memory fully clicks... but when it does, the open journal nearby catches a little gasp--]

Oh no... No, it can't be...

[she spots the journal and scrabbles for it!]

( Spike )

[[ooc: open over the journal, or in person at the clinic!]]

peeta_bread

[Peeta is far away, on a beach, or something like it. The sun is warm on his face. He slides his fingers through the sand, letting the grains sift through them. Another hand catches his, olive-skinned. Gray eyes meet blue. Peeta reaches for her.

Peeta does not know it is a dream as his arm slides around a stranger’s waist in real life. In his sleep, he whispers her name.]

Katniss...

[…]

What the hell??

[ooc: Peeta is pink. Faye is blue. Backdated to morning of the 11th. <3]

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