case 021

[justastic.livejournal.com]

( Investigators of the Kiryu Murder )

( Rin )

( Neku )

(ooc: Hokay, I'm gonna be super-sparse today because work + Pokemon + public transport + plans tonight, but consider this a mingle/meeting post to get all our info together in one spot, and hopefully make some strides towards the killer! I know Eunice and Question have some ideas of stuff they want to do as well, so taking their lead on that would be aces.

Just a sec while I put up comment threads! AND DONE.)

5. Open letter

[alexanderofny.livejournal.com]

[Very professional-looking form letters have appeared in everybody's journals overnight- mostly text, obviously, but with the opposite page already demarcated for people to write in their replies, public or private, and with highly visible letterhead.]


March 26, XXXX

Dear Paradisa Resident:

It has come to my attention that there are several qualified individuals here in this castle that would, given the proper atmosphere, be able to provide an education to some of our younger residents, or those who merely wish to enrich their stay at the castle with the pursuit of knowledge. I propose the establishment of a network of tutors, at least, though perhaps if there is enough participation we may be able to create a fully functioning school system in miniature.

I personally hold doctorates in economics, anthropology and classical philosophy, if there is anyone here who would like to explore these subjects in depth. If there is anyone else here with a degree in a given field, and you would like to offer your own expertise for the betterment of the castle as a society, please respond on the following form. As for elementary, middle, and high school levels of education for our youngest residents, I believe that perhaps a cooperative system of trustworthy adults could be found, with each offering instruction on the students' individual levels in a field that the adult in question is proficient in.

There will be a meeting to discuss this possibility in the library tonight at seven o'clock. Anyone who may wish to come is invited.

Sincerely,



Adrian Veidt

[OOC: There is a thread in the comments for the meeting. The other comments are for people writing back in their journals.]

(no subject)

[dontsaylacking.livejournal.com]

( Private )

012 bullets fired

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[Time for another master change, and as midnight comes and goes in the castle Tres abruptly leaves Abel's side and heads for another - his master.

Crowley, you're up!

Wherever the snake is now, Tres is heading right to him, ready to guard and obey.]

[ooc: Master number three: Crowley.]

073; lend our voices only to sounds of freedom.

[i-findthem.livejournal.com]

[well, look who is back and all shiny and canon-updated! it's the artist formally known as Molly Walker, now known as Ujala--copyright Grandma Suresh--as she wanders aimlessly on the fifth floor. clad in traditional sari robes of pale oranges and pink silk, her hair has been bleached by Chennai's sun and skin considerably darker, but not unnaturally so]

[azure eyes glance at the scene around her--taking it all in, detail by detail--as her arms hold the journal she found in her room. the sound of rustling paper can be heard as she flips through it, finding a spot in some corner to sit down indian-style, with the journal on her lap]

I'm definitely not in Chennai.

[...which kind of sucks, since now there's a Grandma Suresh shaped hole in her heart~ D:]

012

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

So back to the quiet huh?

[a couple pen taps]

Thinking I need a job, before I go insane.

Anyone got suggestions?

[381]

[ino]

[dictated! she's just walking along outside, enjoying the slightly nicer weather]

Well, now that Spring is on its way and all, I'm definitely going to have to get to work in the garden. Yes, I know Paradisa grows its own flowers brilliantly, but it's just not the same if you don't put in the effort yourself. It takes a lot of work to make a flower bloom!

So, is there anyone else wh--

[she cuts off mid-sentence upon the appearance of a certain time-freezing individual. she drops the journal on the ground, immediately on guard, and there's the sound of some kunai flying and a bit of a pained cry as she's shoved into the wall of the nearest building. the recording is a bit distant, as it's further away from the journal, and she sounds pissed]

What do you want, J--

[aaand silence on her part. she's been frozen! there's some shuffling on this ~*~mysterious~*~ other person's part, though, as he ties her arms up to keep her frozen in a crucifix position on the wall before disappearing. uh ... feel free to find her?]

1. arrival, of sorts. kinda.

[blood-icing.livejournal.com]

[This particular page of the journal is probably a bit tear-spotted. At least it wasn't recording earlier, or there would have been a lovingly transcribed histrionic wail. As it is, his penmanship is so heavy as to practically be carved into the paper.

Forget silly little things like suddenly not being in his castle any more or anything. He's got bigger problems. The soundtrack isn't sobs or anything, but horrified whimpering and lots of rustling bedsheets.]





My hair is gone.

I look like a convict!

And it's cold. And there's no one here and I'm scared. And whoever did it is going to come back. AND THEY TOOK MY HAIR.



[Herbert is now busy perfecting the fine art of the wibbly bedsheet huddle.]

[030] Loss change!

[thirteenth.livejournal.com]

[Waking in the clinic after a few days K.O'd, Ukitake's first thought was that his splitting headache was from the hangover he so richly deserved after that foolish night of drinking at Caritas.

It took a good few minutes before he remembered Abel walking him face first into a lightpole at top speed, and the blackness that quickly over took him. Sure enough, questing fingers found a bandage wrapped around his head protecting the five stitches the clinic staff had put in his skull.

Thanks Abel.

Smiling wryly, he picked up his journal from his bedside and began to dictate lightly.]

I suppose that's what they mean when they say there are consequences for drinking...

[Pausing, the flicker of a memory catching his attention, the journal would record a sharp intake of breath.]

I remember... is this possible? Has anyone else had a change in the loss the castle takes from you when you first arrive?

904.002

[timidscholar.livejournal.com]

[down in the lobby someone's set up what looks to be a scrapbooking project. There are several large, empty scrapbooks, piles of photos taken - all from Los Angeles - and lots of bottles of craft glue.

But there doesn't seem to be anyone around...?

Until one of the photos starts moving on its own, that is.]

((Open!))

002

[saikyou-saiaku.livejournal.com]

( Okuzaki-kun )

(no subject)

[reddinofiremon.livejournal.com]

I don't think I like being me more than I like being a lizard!

[Guilmon is wandering around the town and stopped at the Fairyland Animal Center and then goes in]

Mrrr...Hello?

(no subject)

[balancedbudget.livejournal.com]

[filtered to Dr. Horrible]

Do you have a battery I could use? There are some experiments I need to conduct, and the castle won't let me have one. I seem to be on a loss of some sort.

013 bullets fired

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[Wherever you are in the castle, no matter what floor or tower, Tres is knocking loudly on your door.

Thanks to Crowley's orders he will not rest until he's knocked on every door in the castle.

Literally. Every door.]

[ooc: Sorry for the troll and spam, if you don't want your character involved then feel free to be out. But anyone is welcome as he will literally not stop until he's knocked everywhere.]

006 Mission to Olduvai

[ifiturnshootme.livejournal.com]

[Reaper's back in his room trying to relax, not that it's easy to do so. But the journal before him has formulas written everywhere on the page, along with a sketch of a double helix. Someone is trying to brush up on his genetics, after all it was taught to him by his father]

⇒ 021

[fastest.livejournal.com]

[ there's the sound of a few notes of an organ being played...nothing fancy, but it does have certain ring to it. it suddenly stops for something, and joshua's voice can be heard as a slight echo ]

Bless me Father, for I have sinned.

[ there's a stretched out silence, as abel just walked into the church after looking all night and day, to find joshua casually leaning against the pipe organ ]

...Joshua.

[ one more key is pressed, and joshua waits for the note to finish echoing before he speaks up again ]

It's been five years since my last confession.



[ ooc; EPIC BATTORU. So, this is only loosely planned out to the point that Clark is going to show up at some point to stop Abel from killing Joshua. It's all recorded in an open journal nearby, but since he's gonna be busy Joshua won't actually respond to journal comments. If someone can figure out where they are via the pipe organ, they're welcome to show up, though! The girls should all be unfrozen after this. ]

042 ϟ job possibilities

[not_myfirstday]

( Clinic Staff Filter )

® .073. just checking

[banished_dame]

[Vortex hasn't really moved from keeping that egg company, not since she picked her brood of animals up, which makes Rose curious]

Anyone ever think that their pet would lay an egg?

[taps on the page, before starting to filter]

( Jacob )

( Abel )

( The Doctors (Both...?) )

77.0

[encryptedlock]

[barely audible, but as usual the journal picks up dictation]

Luki's gone.



( [Room 1510 Filter] )

(no subject)

[willerase4ramen.livejournal.com]

[see the icon? that's the face Uzuki's making right now. and she's mostly muttering this to herself as she wanders around the town in...the UG.]

Is there even a Game here? Like, where are the Noise? Or the Reapers? How does this place even work?! Ugh, how do I even get my points? [And then she stumbles across the shooting range. She phases back into the visible plane here. Right as she steps through.]

Well, at lest this is here. [she'll pull out her gun and head for target practice] There's no reason to get rusty after all!

backdated to afternoon-ish | WRITTEN...

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( castiel-san )

( private )

SASUKE-KUN, YOU HAVE TO GO OUT WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

[ crossed out after a few minutes because she got what she wanted 8) but feel free to have seen the message beforehand anyway! ]

(no subject)

[farnese.livejournal.com]

[If one were to venture into the woods tonight, you might find this little girl. She's still dressed in the same clothes she was in a few days ago, and she looks dirty and unkempt. The bottom of her dress is ripped and muddy.

She's standing in front of a tree, and there seems to be a faint light coming from the area. This is because she has acquired a torch. Once she found out what, exactly, the journal was, she freaked out and ran out here ... and is now attempting to burn her journal on the ground in front of said tree. She's gripping the torch hard, watching the fire with wide eyes, entranced. Feel free to join her/put out the fire/help out/creep around/etc.]