Walter Does Stuff, Part 2

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[dictated by a young man with a mouth full of LEFTOVERS om nom nom]

Boy, I gotta tell you, this was the best Thanksgiving EVER. I'm super-thankful for all the people I know here, and how much fun I've been having, and the fact that I slid down the banister ten whole times and I didn't get my knuckles rapped for it ONCE. I do kinda wish the library didn't feel so creepy and weird inside - I miss reading, and I bet it's full of all kinds of nice books.

But I found this room FULL of all kinds of different games, and there was a whoooole bunch of food left over in the kitchen this morning, so I brought a plate up here. I could spend all day in here, and not get bored or hungry or anything!

[there's a very contented sigh as he stretches out in one of the chairs and puts his feet up on a table, one of those ones with a chess/checkers board inlaid into it]

It's gonna be such a great day. I can already tell. Does anyone want to come and play with me? There are a whole lot of games I don't even know!

((OOC: Probably the last post for Bitty!Walter before his loss wears off on Sunday! In the words of the Offspring, come out and play! Tags will be a bit slow tomorrow since I'm hoping to do the last of my moving out, but I'll be around!))

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So I guess Christmas is next, isn't it?

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[balancethebooks.livejournal.com]

[he comes to slowly, since nothing feels out of place. from the feel of things, he probably fell asleep reading in the hotel room chair, especially since when he goes to scrub a hand over his face, he nearly dislodges his glasses. the first thing he does is look down at his lap, to see if he knocked over the book he was reading ...

... and that is certainly not the faux Oriental carpet that was in his hotel room. instantly, the journal records the sound of a sharp, startled breath as he sits bolt upright. never mind how groggy naps usually make him, he's wide awake at the prospect of an unfamiliar room, and quickly patting himself down. nothing. but there, hanging on the back of his door, is his coat... carefully, he gets to his feet and makes his way over, on edge, keeping his eyes on the bathroom door in case someone is lurking behind it. he knows, after all, they make perfect hiding places. turns the lock on the door quickly, before checking the pockets of his coat. and there's his gun, still fully loaded minus the bullet he used that morning to kill Gutman. good. now that that's taken care of, he searches the bathroom - also empty. but on his way back out, he does notice the journal, finally, and picks it up, watching the flurry of activity show up on its pages]

... Okay. Okay, so I'm dreaming. Right?

[wait what. that's his handwri--- quieter, and quite a bit more hesitant]

... Or, if someone could take me off whatever IV I'm hooked up to, I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement. This is the second time in as many days, and I'm not exactly fond of the thought of being chemically dependant on interrogation drugs.

Stage Select -- Mission 3

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Thirty nine.

[asangelsfly.livejournal.com]

[ the journal picks up the sounds of someone stirring, that someone being mister angel pants, he wakes slowly but looks rather disoriented glancing around the clinic ]

...Paradisa? [ right, right, he's back in the castle. good... maybe... kinda. with a groan he shifts and tries to sit up only to notice that someone is sitting besides his bed--WHO COULD IT BE?

it's that guy, what was his name, oh right Father Nightroad. Cas will just stare for a moment, he's the one who inadvertently knocked him out... but he doesn't look harmed so Cas is pleased-- well if his head wasn't hurting and you know spinning form the memories that were shoved in there ]

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Sooooo, nothing freaky happened on Thanksgiving! Pretty sweet, huh? No zombie turkeys came to avenge us their brethren, no one was roasted alive and served to the Castle (not that I know of) under the ruse of a festive Dinner, and I'm pretty sure people all were relatively civil to each other.

ANYWAY, GUESS WHERE I AM? The bar. If anyone wants to be my friend and join me, go right on ahead. I'm a super awesome guy. My phone number is 867-5309 if you just want to call for a good time.

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[Dictated, sternly:] Not too early for tinsel.

Duel 003;

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[Dictated]

--☓◯△☓△◎◎△◆!!



[[ooc; BACKDATED TO THIS MORNING; after their pillaging and plundering last night, Thief!Bakura and Ring!Bakura came back with bling and knives. And then ttly crashed in Ryou's room...so the poor thing woke up to that all over his room.

Also yes ppl in town are ttly into those comas now, for you hero-types and all♥ Still mod-approved by breasts and all]]

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How come no one has nice cars here?! Or mansions in the city. I hope all you guys have at least hot tubs in your rooms. If I were living in a place that would give me what ever I want, I wouldn't waste time asking for everything I've always wanted in life --

Wait, I am living in a place that will give me what ever I want.... [thoughtful sound HMM]

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The Hundred Years’ War lasted 116 years

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[yawn, then dictated]

So. If you asked the ghosts for some leftovers, would they taste...you know...right?
It just doesn't seem like it would be the same, somehow.

Oh, and has the random carnage in the hallways stopped? I don't see any recent blood-soaked pages, so I'm going to assume that's a yes.


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[Lau is stepping about idly in the library, arms neatly folded in his large sleeves as he looks the shelves up and down. There are some ladders that he slides from side to side with amusement, overall enjoying his little trip. He'd wanted to find a good book to read when he lazed about in his room, and as much as he enjoyed his time with Ranmao or receiving interesting gifts from Jyuushirou, the Chinese man did enjoy his solitude now and then.]

Quite a large selection. I wonder which one I should pick...

[To be honest, he wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to read, just that it should be lengthy and an interesting read. If it was boring... he wouldn't like it, he knew that already. Fingering the spine of a hefty looking novel, Lau plucks it from the shelf and carries it in both arms, wandering over to a nearby bench in order to start his reading.]


[ooc: Feel free to see him in person. His journal is with him, but it's not open. :) Tags may be slow, still recovering.]

.first block.

[dinoking.livejournal.com]

So... where's the arcade proper? This room's pretty nice and all... Brings new meaning to fit for a King, if I do say so myself~ but I'm not gonna stand for this cabin fever crap.

Add that to figuring out where I can get a decent meal too... Of course, 'decent' is very negotiable at this point. Beans, ramen, both, so long as I don't have to fix it myself. I'd prefer the ramen.

It ain't the temple, but it'll do.

If it turns out those bastards did drug my drink, I'm going to kill them when I get back. You hear me? I bet you're laughing it up real hard right now, but I'll get you. Your balls are mine.

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[For those castle residents walking around outside, an incoming yell might be audible. It's growing louder and closer. Closer still...

Oh, look. It's raining nuns.]


[OOC: Esther's falling from the sky, via mod permission. She'll be falling on Father Abel, but anyone is welcome to find her after that~]

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[There is some shifting, like something small shaking something big]

Aipom!

Nnnn? What is it Ataro, I'm trying to sleep.

...

....

OH CRAP!!

06 ✪ oh, you look so beautiful tonight

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

So! Less than a month 'til Christmas then, eh? What do you lot do for the holidays? My Christmases always seem to have something going on, whether I like it or not.

[ There's a pause and the sound of turning pages-- looks like Ten's found an ollllld, old book. ]

And I remember offering someone lessons in alien languages. The offer still stands, for her and anyone else who'd like to learn. You never know when they might come in handy.

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[chimesin.livejournal.com]

[if you're partial to similes, the voice that is picked up by the open journal is that of a newcomer, with a voice very much like a tiny little bell, or a chime, particularly light and airy. even with the obvious bewilderment, there is just a ring of sweetness to her tone!]

A castle? Honestly, the last thing I remember was getting away from Italy!

[a pause to inhale; one completely inaudible to those listening in on her]

So many new smells...

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[incooperation.livejournal.com]

[ super fancy writing get ]

It has taken me quite a bit of time to properly understand the situation, and how such a simple book can hold such mystery. Surely if we could acquire such knowledge for Ivalice's gain, communication would be much more open. Though it is a little different from what I am accustomed to, I am nothing if not a quick learner with what I am given.

I admit to being troubled right now, as I am some place unfamiliar, and rather alien in quality. There is nobody here that I recognize, and I do not even recognize half of the races. [ blotted out ]

There are only two logical conclusions I have reached thus far. One possibility is that this is some sort of kidnapping. But if that were the case, then why am I permitted to walk about freely? Surely one who is clever enough to elude the Archadian guard would have at least had the astuteness to confine me properly. The second possibility is that this is a dream, and that seems the far more likely option. I have never experienced one quite like this... But I suppose I am to make the best of it.

To upset my dream would only upset my sleep, and I believe such a thing is precious at the given point in time.