EXPEDITION: after doctor fog

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[ still in the town, rogue tried to follow whatever it was that was lurking near her and shortpack but now she stands in the middle of the street, looking confused but tense ]

Everyone else okay? Y'all didn't get a good glimpse of our visitor, did you?

Loss

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[Now clean and dry, Tesla is staying inside, thank you very much. He's gone down to the kitchen to get some cheese to go with his wine. When he arrives there is a short moment when the fridge shakes and slams into the wall, and a spoon flies straight into Nikola's forehead, where it sticks. No amount of pulling it getting this off. Other silverware also slides over to him and sticks.]

As pleased as I am to have my magnetic personality finally proven, these spoons are clashing with my suit.

[ooc: Loss is a go.]

ⅲ

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[ backdated a bit to during the power outage: akihiko was just coming out of the dining hall where he ate ramennnn and when the lights suddenly go out, he stops in the hall and looks around curiously ]

A power outage? This place doesn't use magic for the lights? [ magical castle that runs on electricity wat ]

13: Ctrl. Alt. Delete.

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[It's the morning after the Fog-Creature-Bird-Thingy and Mouse wakes to find herself back in her tent with a bandaged arm and a pounding headache. Sitting up, she drags her journal out of her pack and dictates an entry, sounding pissed off and groggy;]

[Filtered to those on the Expedition]

Anyone else wake up with new wounds and absolutely no recollection of how they got there? Seems I had a little more fun last night than I'm able to recall. [This second bit dripping with sarcasm]

[[ooc: The morning after this. I have to get to work now, but will tag on lunch (if I get one) and when I get back! :3 ]]

four.

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[ if you're walking along the 13th corridor you'll spot a certain blond sitting against the wall next to Gil's door, legs crossed with the journal open in his lap, smiling like he was a the cat who just caught the canary after chasing it for so long.

see not too long ago he had slipped a letter underneath Gilbert's door, it was a very important letter. expressing Oz's desire to jump off the roof because he had obviously done something horribly wrong to make Gil avoid him like he has been. it goes on saying he would rather be better off dead because he obviously only ends up hurting Gil. etc. etc.

of course it is all a bunch of lies, but Gil doesn't need to know that.

either way here is Oz, sitting in the hallway humming a little to himself. ]


How many cats do we have here? I know someone who really likes them.

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[stopping by the Paradisa Town museum, Lavi takes his journal back out to dictate to it]

How're things back at the castle? Any news about our over-sized swamp friends, or anything else?


[OOC: Backdated to yesterday/the ninth I HOPE THAT'S STILL OKAY TO DO NOW, open in person to any expedition people and also over the journal to anyone.]

♩ 007

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[If you're in the castle lobby you might notice an unconscious kid. On the floor. Covered in blood and swamp muck. With a purple automaton/marionette/whatever you want to call it now leaning above him. His clothes are ripped and he's out like a light.

Open...for halp??? y/n/gtfo?]

042: los establos? oh, MIS establos!

[heroslayer]

( [Reaper] )

( [Elle] )

Anyone know if the Monarch ever found his wife? I heard about the kidnapping, and well -- my daughter's coming back from boarding school this week. I need to know it's safe for her.


(ooc: Sylar is rockin' the loss along with everyone else.)

074; se mira Maria on the corner thinking of ways to make it better.

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I know it's really early but...I'm home.

...Please don't be too mad, Papa.

[Filter to: Mi Hermano ala Eliot]

I don't know all of it but... Are you okay? Do you need anything?

I came back early. Can I see you?

[/]

[OOC: She's joining the mucho grande loss of epicness.]

30 -- Motivation! Motivation!

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[jotted neatly into the journal instead of her notebook. Oops.]

-down arms alright for practice, but high-V for performance on the jumping toe-touch
-on standing back handspring, swing and sit on 3,4 - not on 4,5
-don't forget 'talk to the hand' move

[and then, a few moments later, Sakaki's cheer bounces across the journal. It is in her usual monotone voice, if stronger and more direct, which is great... if she were leading an army instead of going through a cheerleading routine]

Step aside, ready!
We're turning up the heat! [clap]
We're on our way to victory!
We won't take defeat! [clap clap]
Yell, fight, win!
Let me hear you yell! Go, fight, win!

[if anyone happens to be out in town, there is a statuesque serious-faced girl in gym-wear in the courtyard of her family's home, expertly practicing a complicated cheer routine. And yes....Sakaki has pompoms.]

((ooc: yaaaay more group loss fun!))

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[She's sitting on the counter in the kitchen, idly peeling an apple with a knife. She doesn't particularly dislike it, but keeping her hands busy helps her think. This loss thing has been bugging her since Faith mentioned it. How could she forget a sister, and not even notice gaps in her memory? But her powers are back and she hasn't noticed anything else amiss]

Red Eyes at Night

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Guess what I found out wasn't the thing I lost? Oh, joy.

( Cassie )

[His first shot. | Open only to the Expedition.]

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[The fog thickens to pea-soup, and all sound is muffled to a dim echo. Mounts' footfalls, hoof and claw and pad, clomp out as if on carpet. Scraggly trees appear from above when their low-hanging limbs swoop close – and just as quickly fade away.

The house shows up that way, too.

Clawing branches leap out of the mist, their reach framing a monstrous shadow between. On closer look the dark pile resolves into an ancient, rickety building that seems just as likely to swallow the party whole. Fallen planks and thorny underbrush block the entrances. The windows are long since gone. And the porch gives out under exploratory feet like an old, dry sponge.]


( Take a look for yourself. )

  ((Evening, Paradisa. I'll be your tour guide for this leg of the journey.

*** And done. Have at it.))

32 Swords in the Stone

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[The worst thing about staying up the night before, saving damsels in distress, is that you can only stay awake so long before you have to give in and take a nap. Giving the castle the opportunity to more easily ruin his life.

He notices things are not as they should be, as he rolls onto his back to wake up and feels a soft body pressed in behind him. He shoots up into a sitting position and...]

MORGANA!

[The chance of her getting a good night sleep was slim at best, what with dreams that were more vague and stressful than they were back in Camelot. It was only a matter of time before her plan to stay awake and keep the dreams at bay failed and she succumbed to sleep.

It was, for once, a peaceful sleep too until the source of warmth beside her shifted and moved quickly enough to shake her from her sleep. The yell aided in this process as well. It took a moment for the fog of sleep to wear off and make her all too aware of who the voice belonged to.

She too shot up into a sitting position and jerked away...So much for that peaceful sleep]

ARTHUR?! What do you think you're doing?!

ME? WHAT AM I DOING?! WHAT ARE YOU- [Oh...This is definitely not his room, but hers. He has no explanation] Ah...


[ooc: backdated to earlier this afternoon. Feel free to wtf at them~]

Log 066: Inquiry

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( [Ken] )

Thirty Five

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[Wybie is sitting on a tree out in the now swampy grounds of the castle. Below him is an alligator trap he's made himself. Inside the trap is a cooked chicken, from a string tied to it goes up through the top bars to Wybie's hand. Now and again, he jiggles the string to make the chicken move.

He's probably been there for a while. Judging by the handwritten notes in his journal]

7:00am - Set up trap and bait, waiting for alligator.

8:30am - Still no signs of alligators.

9:00am - Alligator spotted. Baiting commences.

9:05am - False alarm. Was a log.

11:00am - I know there are freaking alligators here, I saw a dead one. Where are they all?

12:00pm - Perhaps some live bait...

12:30pm - Squirrels bite hard. Will carry on with chicken.

-40

[enjoythe_ride]

Who: Bela Talbot and Captain Hammer
What: Bela kicking him out.
When: Monday Night
Where: Hammer's Mansion
Rating: PG-13

( In which Bela decides that she's had enough. )

✍ chapter twenty-three

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[hey, what's that? Oh... it's only about five of those Virgin Mary statues breaking... CRASH!!]

Oh! Oh... crap. I mean, darn. [a beat] Is it bad to swear in front of broken Virg-[hold on... what is that... inside of the statue??]

Holy-[quick! a filter]

[People in the Castle]

There was that chick? Asking, uh, asking about the statues?

Did - did anyone happen to realize why she wanted them back?

CXLV.

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[EXPEDITION]

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[There it is, coming across the fields; a towering creature with billowing robes, and a long, menacing beak. It seems to float as it moves through the wheat, and one hand is clasped around the hind legs of a dead lamb, dragging it along. The other clutches a stick, the sickle swaying from his belt ominously.

And god, those awful eyes, bright and angry.

It catches one look at the people, the people in its safehouse, the people CONTAMINATING its lab, and it lets out a horrible noise.

A scream. Strangled, enraged, hellish... furious.]


FIENDS! Fie, fie, AWAY! Get out!


[and even more anger, when those bright red eyes see Roy]

The titians! TITIANS!



[OOC: I'm going to try to keep the course of action moving DOWN the page, meaning everything this creepy shit does can be reacted to individually. This means, essentially, if you're late/not following: you can add your comments later without losing track of the flow of action!]

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[In all the tedious work of schmoozing and buying stuff, Captain Hammer had almost missed the notice of the ball. So it was that this Sunday night he was wandering up the road to the Castle.]

[Good thing, too, because he wasn't halfway through the swamp when he was distracted by someone making worried whimpering distressed noises.]

[He makes a slight detour, picking up a discarded backpack on the way, to find a certain Nun pinnned against a tree by a particularly giant gator.]

[The Billionaire quirks a smile]

Need any help, Sister Jilly?

[[ooc: For Hammer and Jilly, GROUP LOSS POWERS, GO!]]

the thirtieth;

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[ sorry guys, there's some bloody finger smudges on the page from him opening the journal since they haven't been able to wash off the nasty gore yet ]

I don't know if any of that was recorded, but no one's dead, just in case anyone was flipping out. [ is used to everything being recorded on the journal, fff, he doesn't know it wasn't! ] We just need a shower...really bad.

Now Chie, damnit, lemme talk to Alby! Don't blow me off this time!

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