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[dictated]

[It's been a while since Lloyd showed his face around. He's making an effort to be at least a little more cheerful than last time.]

Hey. Things are pretty slow on my end, so I wanted to remind everyone that I can make things. I've almost saved up enough to start my own shop but I'm not there yet.

So here's the deal. I don't have much experience with armor or weapons, but I can make just about anything else. If you want a handmade gift for someone, or maybe you just need something practical to help you find your way around the castle, I can do it. Usually I make jewelry, but while I've been here, I've made furniture, music boxes, keychains, a quarterstaff, tools... things like that.

Without my dad teaching me, I have to continue learning somehow. So if there's something you want me to make, just let me know.
gentleidealist: (SOB ► calm my fears and soothe me)
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[dictated]

[Lloyd is panting, obviously out of breath from all the running he's been doing. But, going to Colette's old room confirmed his suspicion. He sounds incredibly upset-- and who wouldn't be? He's relieved because now, now she can travel with him like he promised, but... but... all her unfinished work here, all of her friends...]

Colette... Colette's gone. [He swallows hard. He's not sure what else to add.] Don't worry about her. She's journeying with me, so she's not alone.

-- I'm sorry.

[That's all he can muster. He's too upset to continue, so he shuts the journal with a snap and flees elsewhere before someone can catch him.]

[action] )
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So, this Sunday is supposed to be something called Father's Day. I didn't really pay much attention to it last year. It... wasn't a good time. [He clears his throat.]

Anyway, I know not everyone's lucky enough to have two dads, or even one. But, if you're looking for a handmade gift, I wanted to offer my skills as a crafter. I can make jewelry, furniture, pretty much anything out of wood, um... stuff like that. I'm not great with weapons but I'm working on it. I know giving my dad a sword would be pretty awesome, but I'm not that good yet.

[He lets out a sigh, drumming his fingers along the page.]

Wish there was a way to talk to them, even if they aren't here.

[Filtered to Break (Blues)] )
gentleidealist: (DOUBT ► take my fears from me)
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[dictated]

[The hollow noises of the Event Horizon are clear enough in the background. Muted screams, what have you, as people see things and do things they regret.]

It's me, Lloyd. Does anyone know what's going on? There's something... really wrong with this ship. I've seen people I know, but they aren't saying what they should be saying. And there are people who've lost everything, who can't even tell what's going on, trying to hurt others...

I need a clue. I need something. This needs to stop or else we'll all end up killing each other. I don't want to hurt anyone else.

[He takes in a shaky breath, and then, very quietly:]

... Dad?

[Colette] )
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[dictated]

I dunno why you're all complaining. After everything else the castle's thrown at us, a free pie... or five... won't hurt anybody.

[Chocolate splatters the page. Deal. With. It.

After a couple minutes of contented eating, he stacks the empty plate beside him... and judging by the clatter, there's plenty more.]


[Filtered to people from Aselia/Sylvarant/Tethe'alla/HOME] )
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[Private] )

[Colette] )

[action!]

[Lloyd is in the kitchen now, and he has a dinner plate full of Hot Pockets. He's not big on tomatoes, but the pizza ones aren't that bad in his opinion, so that's what he's going with today.

But wait! There's more! He reaches around and grabs a second plate brimming with szechuan chicken and fried rice.

BUT WAIT. THERE'S MORE! He balances the plate of wannabe calzones against his chest as he grabs a third plate, filled completely with gently seared steak. There's like 4 on there.

He's just getting started.]
gentleidealist: (BORED ► then we'd see the day)
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[dictated]

Alright... I'm done. I've officially ran out of things to do. [The journal picks up the sound of someone rolling around in bed.] I don't have any new orders to make, there's a snow fort four feet tall in my backyard, and I'm sick of Hot Pockets.

I really want to go somewhere and do something, but I'm totally out of ideas. [A huge sigh.] Everything's boring.

So, help me out here. What are you guys doing to keep from going crazy?
gentleidealist: (THINK ► tell me it's over)
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[dictated]

I'm not sure where this feast thing came from, but I can't complain about free food.

[SOME PEOPLE NEVER CHANGE. The journal picks up the sound of scraping in the background; he's carving something out of wood.]

So... Some people make a list of things they want to get done in the next year. Resolutions, or whatever. Does anyone have anything interesting? I can never think of what to put down.
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[Lloyd is busy. He's got a little red rider wagon full of supplies, tiny gifts, and holiday treats; these are for his friends that have decided to live in the castle rather than shack up with everyone else on the edge of town. He's hoping to catch a couple of them unawares.

He's not exactly sure what's causing people to kiss this year, but he thinks that if he glares disapprovingly at any Celsiyule decorations, he'll be spared like before.]


[ooc: Since I wasn't on the kissmas planning post due to work and being busy, here's a thing. Open to everyone, yo!]
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[dictated/action]

[It started out like the common cold. Lloyd has already forgotten the contents of the note at Lastlook, and he doesn't really care-- because now, he's consumed by frustration. At first he was just sitting at a table, angrily eating his lunch, but now he's got a bigger beef than the one on his plate.]

This is so stupid.

[He stares down at his sandwich.

And then he stands up and FLIPS THE GODDAMN TABLE, food, journal, silverware and all.]


[ooc: feel free to bug him in person or over the journal. Sorry about last post being untagged, trying to rectify that with this one so I can hiatus properly.]
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[dictated]

So the castle changed again? Everything looks like Mizuho, but... bigger. Way bigger. [You can't see it, but he's definitely scowling at the clothes he was given.] No way am I wearing this stuff! It's way too itchy.

[He is rudely interrupted by obnoxious cartoony stomach grumbling.]

Wait-- I smell curry!

[FUCK SIGHTSEEING, HE IS GOING TO DO A GRAND TOUR OF ALL THE RAMEN RESTAURANTS IN THIS PLACE.

You are free to see some kid with bad hair jumping from ROOF TO ROOF, equipped with twin blades, and wearing not much more than a t-shirt and shorts. He'll go clothes shopping later. FOR NOW, FOOD.]
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[Filtered AWAY from Zelos and anyone who would spoil the surprise for him.]

Hey everyone, Lloyd here. So, it was Zelos' birthday while we were at Lastlook. He didn't tell anyone that I know of... probably because he didn't want his friends to make a big fuss over him.

Weird, right?

I'm thinking we should all get together and throw him a surprise party. It'll be late, but who cares. If you're interested, leave me your name and when you're free.

As far as what to give him, I... don't know. I'm still kinda stuck on that myself. It's hard to shop for someone who has everything. Just being there is probably enough.

Oh, and try to keep this a secret. He's really sneaky, so you can't say anything.

[Genis] )
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[dictated]

[At some point during the night, Lloyd vanished from the house and ended up... in a different bed. And now, at something like 3 in the morning, there's a three-year-old opening doors and generally making a lot of noise.

Hope you didn't sleep with your journal open.]


Why's it all dark? Daddy?

[WHOMP. That's what happens when a kid misjudges the distance between the bed and the floor. He sits for a moment, trying not to be too scared, and also somewhat terrified of what might be under the bed. But maybe daddy's under there! So he peeks.]

D... Daddy? [Oh god, he's alone. And now he's getting really scared.] W-where are you? I don't wanna play hide 'n' seek anymore.

[Wait, that kind of looks like an exit. Lloyd toddles his way over, but he can't reach the doorknob. There's a thick book nearby: the journal. Clearly this was made to be a stepstool.]

[ooc: Loss start! ♥ Open over the journals, and you can catch him wandering around the halls too. DAADDYYYYY???? DADDYYYYY etc.]
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[Filtered to friends] )

[ooc: Lloyd is friends with you if he's talked to you once or twice and gotten your name. If you have any doubts-- AIM is heroic BSOD.]
gentleidealist: (BROOD ► trying to change you)
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[dictated]

[Lloyd's tone is decidedly different today-- quiet and intense on the edges. It's appropriate for someone who is, well, grieving.]

If anyone needs some woodwork done, I'm open. [He really needs something to keep his hands occupied...] I'll consider requests for other materials, depending on what it is. Prices are negotiable. Just let me know what you want and we'll talk about it.

-----

[Zelos] )
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[During this lovely Saturday afternoon, the Durrving Family can be found busying themselves in the garden. Nestled within the green leaves and beautiful flowers are the giggles and hiccups of an eight month old baby boy.

The child has strangely suspect auburn hair and clear blue eyes, but he looks a lot like his 'father' physically. Meanwhile, Lloyd wants to make this the best Saturday ever. He hands the baby off to his... domestic partner and works on his biggest project yet. It doesn't look like much: two fishing pole-like wands, a bit of rope, and a giant bucket... but Lloyd believes this plan is sure to please.]

[Colette takes the little boy and sets him on the ground. It takes him a moment, but his curiosity takes hold and he tries to stumble up to his feet. Colette giggles and holds her hands out so that he has something to grab onto, and walks the baby in circles]


Don't worry, Leif! Lloyd will be done in a minute, and I'm sure it'll be really amazing!

[Of course, being Colette, she says that with complete sincerity. She glances over at Lloyd to see how his project is going]

[Lloyd gives the substance in the bucket one more stir, and then he looks at Colette and gives her a thumbs up.]

All right! Get ready!

[He plants his feet firmly behind the bucket and grabs hold of the two wands-- not unlike swords in his hands-- and raises them high into the air. Within a few seconds, a gigantic rainbow bubble floats toward the observers.]

[Ecstatic, Leif giggles and claps his hands. He tries to hurry towards towards the bubble, but Colette giggles and walks him towards the magnificent creation. She also looks pretty impressed with such an awesome bubble]

Wow, Lloyd, it's so beautiful! [hehe, she giggles, and picks up Leif so he can see it closer] Leif thinks so too!

[Lloyd blushes and hopes it isn't too obvious, but he's grinning regardless.] Careful! It might pop on you!

[ooc: FEEL FREE TO JOIN IN ON BUBBLE FUN. HAVE A GIGANTIC BUBBLE POP ON YOUR FACE. Also, this is backdated to Saturday at noon due to our horrible schedules.]
gentleidealist: (SWT ► had to say goodbye)
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[dictated]

Magic books-- or at least books in a magic castle-- are bad news. None of you can ever tell me that studying here isn't life-threatening.

[Professor Sage/Raine] )
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[dictated]

[The journal picks up the ambient noises of the evening fauna-- soft crickets, a chill breeze, babbling carried by the wind and dying away. Someone's /roof after all that drama.]

Three hundred and four... three hundred and five...

[A sigh.]

Nope, not sleepy yet.

[ooc: open over the journals or in person B) Tags will come later tonight. Hopefully.]
gentleidealist: (SIMPLE ► i'm still not sure)
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[dictated]

Guys! Guys, I found Noishe! [The journal picks up the sound of excited barking and panting, the kind that comes from a dog.] If anyone wants to meet him, we'll be in the lobby. I bet there's a couple people he wants to see.

[A pause.]

I wonder how long he was waiting in that closet.

[Yuan] )
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[Duke] )

[Colette] )

[Lloyd is in town today. Not much of a surprise, since he lives there. He's brought a cute little wagon to carry everything. A shopping cart simply won't do when one is shopping for potted plants and tiny trees, but he also has some high-quality cuts of wood in the back. Of course he has personal projects. Who doesn't?

Feel free to catch him on his way to Rin's flower shop or on the way home.]

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