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( Private )[because no one likes reminders of the past, he's cooling off by sitting on the ledge of the roof, arms crossed and staring out
bother him?]
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May. 17th, 2010 12:51 amalessergoddess.livejournal.com[Someone isn't exactly happy to be without a sweet little child. And since the kids vanished she left her room and spent most of the day outside and is only now just returning to the castle. She doesn't exactly look her best and just takes a seat in the lobby because going back to her room was far, far too much effort.]
( Minato )
[That being taken care of she curls up on a couch. She just needs to relax before she finishes going to her room.]
( Minato )[That being taken care of she curls up on a couch. She just needs to relax before she finishes going to her room.]
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May. 17th, 2010 01:14 amtrue-superboy.livejournal.com[Prime is on the roof with a box of baby toys. He is hurling them up in the air and blasting them apart with his heat vision. Small toy parts might rain down on anyone in the general area]
- second year waiting -
May. 17th, 2010 01:23 amnurse-boy.livejournal.com[it's Rory's fourth day at Paradisa. The first three days had passed in a blur of adjusting to his new surroundings, making a sort-of truce with an Amy who hadn't yet seen him on the TARDIS, and dealing with the unlikely and bewildering fact of being a father.
But he'd woken up this morning and Tabetha was gone. Just like that. At first he'd thought she'd woken up before him and snuck away to Amy's room, and was fully prepared to call over the journal and admonish her for going out alone--but Amy had said she wasn't there either. A weird sort of panic had taken hold of him--which was odd considering he'd only been a father for three days and hadn't even fully accepted the idea--and he'd run from his room, taking his journal with him, and calling out for his little girl. He'd gotten down two flights of stairs before he realized he was hearing other people over the journal looking for their own lost children, and another two flights before he realized he wasn't ever going to find Tabetha. She was gone.
So now he's sitting on a low wall just outside the castle's front door, silently looking out over the landscape and trying to assemble his jumbled thoughts and emotions. At some point he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper, which upon opening up is revealed to be a colorful child's drawing--the picture Tabetha had drawn him of her trip to the water park. That had remained, at least. And in a way, he's grateful]
((open post!))
But he'd woken up this morning and Tabetha was gone. Just like that. At first he'd thought she'd woken up before him and snuck away to Amy's room, and was fully prepared to call over the journal and admonish her for going out alone--but Amy had said she wasn't there either. A weird sort of panic had taken hold of him--which was odd considering he'd only been a father for three days and hadn't even fully accepted the idea--and he'd run from his room, taking his journal with him, and calling out for his little girl. He'd gotten down two flights of stairs before he realized he was hearing other people over the journal looking for their own lost children, and another two flights before he realized he wasn't ever going to find Tabetha. She was gone.
So now he's sitting on a low wall just outside the castle's front door, silently looking out over the landscape and trying to assemble his jumbled thoughts and emotions. At some point he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper, which upon opening up is revealed to be a colorful child's drawing--the picture Tabetha had drawn him of her trip to the water park. That had remained, at least. And in a way, he's grateful]
((open post!))
bonerforscience.livejournal.com[it's a wonderful evening out, paradisa, and... oh, there's a bug-shaped silhouette against the moon. it's a giant bug hovercaft... thingy! it floats closer and closer to the ground, until it finally lands with a soft "whump" on the grass in the courtyard.
the door opens, and out walks out TED KORD, BLUE BEETLE. and he's confused, man. where the hell... are the mountains, and the snow, and the sinister-looking castle? THIS IS NOT THE SWISS ALPS. all he sees is beautiful springtime and a not-so-sinister looking castle. derp?
scratching his head and keeping his hand on his holster, he scans his surroundings.]
Yeaaaaaaaah. What? You're crazy, Ted. Swiss Alps? Yeah, crazy. Seriously, GPS, what the heck? [he, using stealthy skills, finally reaches the castle, keeping away from the front door, hugging the wall 'til he's under one of the windows in the lobby. crouching, he peeks in, then moves to carefully open the window, keeping his eyes and ears open for anything suspicious. he finally gets the window open wide enough to climb through, and he finds himself in the lobby, ROLLING BEHIND AN ARMCHAIR
okay so there's a guy in a superhero suit sneaking around the lobby. bug him (lolol), spy on him, troll him...... you can do whatever ya likeeee]
the door opens, and out walks out TED KORD, BLUE BEETLE. and he's confused, man. where the hell... are the mountains, and the snow, and the sinister-looking castle? THIS IS NOT THE SWISS ALPS. all he sees is beautiful springtime and a not-so-sinister looking castle. derp?
scratching his head and keeping his hand on his holster, he scans his surroundings.]
Yeaaaaaaaah. What? You're crazy, Ted. Swiss Alps? Yeah, crazy. Seriously, GPS, what the heck? [he, using stealthy skills, finally reaches the castle, keeping away from the front door, hugging the wall 'til he's under one of the windows in the lobby. crouching, he peeks in, then moves to carefully open the window, keeping his eyes and ears open for anything suspicious. he finally gets the window open wide enough to climb through, and he finds himself in the lobby, ROLLING BEHIND AN ARMCHAIR
okay so there's a guy in a superhero suit sneaking around the lobby. bug him (lolol), spy on him, troll him...... you can do whatever ya likeeee]
Morning of the 17th [loss end]
May. 17th, 2010 03:07 amalexanderofny.livejournal.com[Dictated, in a slow, pensive tone]
At last, my body's been put right again. I don't know what that was all about.
I can remember all of it, though, existing parallel to my real childhood, though as strangely shadowed as if it all really did take place years ago.
I find this vaguely disconcerting.
[Filtered to Edward]
Thank you for the helicopter, and your friendship. The helicopter occupies a place of honor on my mantel now, and you are welcome to visit Sobek any time you wish.
[Filtered to the Question]
I wish to thank you for your kindness, knowing that I did not deserve it.
[Filtered to Rorschach]
We're not in our world anymore, and what happens to me doesn't matter here. If you still want your revenge, come take it. I'm ready.
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May. 17th, 2010 03:56 amofthefaintsmile.livejournal.comIt was clear that the children were only temporary, but it's human nature to grow attached to things that bear one's likeness. I imagine a lot of people had a hard time saying no to a young child that called them mama or papa and loved unconditionally.
That said, it's a good thing that those children weren't permanent. I doubt most of the residents here are suitable parents. This is no place for children, let alone infants.
Guts, I hope you didn't enjoy playing house too much.
Clare, you can come back now.
That said, it's a good thing that those children weren't permanent. I doubt most of the residents here are suitable parents. This is no place for children, let alone infants.
Guts, I hope you didn't enjoy playing house too much.
Clare, you can come back now.
⚜ 014. when they leave the nest
May. 17th, 2010 11:57 amsinfully-pure.livejournal.comIt wasn't meant to last... I knew that from the start, but...
I suppose I've failed to realize how short and precious time can be.
I suppose I've failed to realize how short and precious time can be.
my-six-hearts.livejournal.com[the Cube is, for once, in its room. ...In the dark. ...All alone.
...yes. Objects can sulk, believe it or not. The general malaise of much of the rest of the Castle certainly isn't helping.]
where did it go?
where do they go?
what is happening to them?
will they come back?
was this a holiday?
( accidentally filtered to the Castle itself )
...yes. Objects can sulk, believe it or not. The general malaise of much of the rest of the Castle certainly isn't helping.]
where did it go?
where do they go?
what is happening to them?
will they come back?
was this a holiday?
( accidentally filtered to the Castle itself )timelessjack.livejournal.com[Jack, with his apparent knack of finding himself in these situations, would like to say this is the most unusual occurrence to happen to him all year. But with the whole moving planets and Dalek invasion and destruction of reality thing, this barely clocks up a grade three. It's still cause for concern, though. Granted, it's not the first (probably won't be the last) time he's woken up in an unfamiliar bed with no idea how he's gotten there, but the significant lack of a pounding headache and the space on the sheet next to him tells him he can't entirely blame the vodka on this one.]
Okay. [The slightly exasperated, but resolved voice is followed by a silence involving a sharp glance around a room which decidedly isn't his bed chamber, and joined by well-worn boots stepping with deceptive ease across the floor.]
Y'know, this cosy set-up? [Intoned to whatever force or persons are lingering around today with nothing better to do than abduct and therefore annoy the hell out of him.] I wouldn't have minded, but I usually like to be bought dinner first, especially if I'm going to get screwed this royally.
Okay. [The slightly exasperated, but resolved voice is followed by a silence involving a sharp glance around a room which decidedly isn't his bed chamber, and joined by well-worn boots stepping with deceptive ease across the floor.]
Y'know, this cosy set-up? [Intoned to whatever force or persons are lingering around today with nothing better to do than abduct and therefore annoy the hell out of him.] I wouldn't have minded, but I usually like to be bought dinner first, especially if I'm going to get screwed this royally.
narrowcage.livejournal.com[ Ganymede went back to hermit out in his room. he wouldn't want to admit that having Guinevere and Ryne around was kind of nice and...comforting in a way. So he sort of doesn't want to believe that it's all gone now. At present, he's poking around his room before he pulls the door open and takes a small step out into the hall to look around. Absolutely quiet, like he's used to. ]
Ah... gone..
[ no... no he does not look disappointed, what are you talking about? like he really cares. In fact, he catches himself and scoffs about it. Yes. in the middle of the hallway. ] I knew that would happen anyway.
[ there is a loud sound of a door shutting. But he isn't in his room, he is quickly going down to the ballroom to see if he can step out on the balcony again or if it was all some kind of cruel dream. He would not hold it past a certain god. ]
Ah... gone..
[ no... no he does not look disappointed, what are you talking about? like he really cares. In fact, he catches himself and scoffs about it. Yes. in the middle of the hallway. ] I knew that would happen anyway.
[ there is a loud sound of a door shutting. But he isn't in his room, he is quickly going down to the ballroom to see if he can step out on the balcony again or if it was all some kind of cruel dream. He would not hold it past a certain god. ]
Thirty Eight
May. 17th, 2010 06:30 pmwhy-born.livejournal.com[Let it never be said Paradisa will hide something a kid is doing which he shouldn’t. After incubation and a lot of care, Wybie’s alligator eggs are hatching. As they do this sound can be heard over the journals]
Oh wow, I didn’t even think that would really work. [A pause, he’s noticed the open journal] Wishing for pet... [more baby alligator sounds] ...ferrets?
Oh wow, I didn’t even think that would really work. [A pause, he’s noticed the open journal] Wishing for pet... [more baby alligator sounds] ...ferrets?
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May. 17th, 2010 07:24 pmverydistinctive.livejournal.comWho: Bela and Eliot
What: Returning to Normal
When: Sunday morning after the three kids go away
Where: The Leverage Tower
Rating: NC-17 | There's a warning where you cross over into the NC-17 part, just for those that want to read, but don't care for the sex part. PS - now without my away message about me taking a shower!
( It's quiet. )
What: Returning to Normal
When: Sunday morning after the three kids go away
Where: The Leverage Tower
Rating: NC-17 | There's a warning where you cross over into the NC-17 part, just for those that want to read, but don't care for the sex part. PS - now without my away message about me taking a shower!
( It's quiet. )♫ 12 - Bang Bang, Shoot Shoot
May. 17th, 2010 07:41 pmevilhandissue.livejournal.com[It's been 36 hours now since Lindsey had lost his and Harmony's son because of the castle. He tried to distract himself by just working out in the gym - he avoided putting his name in at Death Match because some of the people fighting there are crazy! - but it wasn't really working for him. So finally he took a breath and picked up the journal]
[filter to Michael Westen, his "BFF"]
Hey Michael, you there?... Michael?
[/filter]
[Not getting a response, he grabbed his journal and headed down to the room Michael was supposed to be in, but the nameplate was gone.]
Well, fuck.
If anyone cares, apparently Michael Westen's disappeared. [mutters] and just when I needed someone to go shooting with...
[oh well, he'll just go to the shooting range alone and shoot at more things to burn off a bit of stress]
[filter to Michael Westen, his "BFF"]
Hey Michael, you there?... Michael?
[/filter]
[Not getting a response, he grabbed his journal and headed down to the room Michael was supposed to be in, but the nameplate was gone.]
Well, fuck.
If anyone cares, apparently Michael Westen's disappeared. [mutters] and just when I needed someone to go shooting with...
[oh well, he'll just go to the shooting range alone and shoot at more things to burn off a bit of stress]
9 bullet casings - PSA
May. 17th, 2010 07:59 pmf-ck-your-fish.livejournal.com[Davina's departure finds Eunice a little more bothered than she thought she'd be, so she's doing what she does every time something like this happens: keeping busy. having flipped through the journals idly a few times, she's come across a common problem, and decided to do a little community service. as such, she's down in the kitchen, tacking a poster to the wall, when...]
[Sister, in her usual talent of finding Eunice when she doesn't want Sister to find her (aka always) wanders over] Wat'cha doooooin'?
[she pauses for her usual 'Lord gimme strength, it's Sister' deep breath, then turns and smiles] Oh, just puttin' up a couple little kitchen guidelines.
[Sister leans in to stare at the poster, then snorts] Nobody has the time to read stupid signs, that’s for tourists and old people. You need to do a Peeeesa thingie. You know, where you tell people how not to be dumbasses. That’s a tradition in my world, like experimenting with the turkey baster on Thanksgiving.
[Eunice's eyes widen for a moment] Good lawd, remind me never to eat the turkey at your place. ... [she thinks about everything else, for a second, running it through her Common Sense filter, which tends to take Ignorant Dumbass and translate it into proper English] .... You mean a P.S.A?
[Sister clearly takes a moment to think about this] I think? Maybe that's like the really smart way of saying it.
[there are not enough eye rolls in the world.] Yeah, you mean a P.S.A. Okay. So, what, somethin' over the journal?
YEAH! You do it like this. [Dictated loudly over the journal] HEY DOUCHEBAGS, listen up, we're going to teach you some important shit and you'd better pay attention.
[that's followed by a very aggravated sigh] Let's try a little tact, shall we? [ahem] Hi there, folks. I'm Special Agent Eunice Bloom --
And I'm Sister! Suuuuuuuuuuup?
I'm - [she pauses, then corrects herself, ruefully] we're - here today to teach you the basics of modern kitchen appliances. Most specifically, the microwave.
Yeah, like how you shouldn't put homemade bombs in there unless you have a long stick or someone you don't like to switch it on.
Please ignore her, her genetic makeup had a little glitch at the biological Revlon factory. There is no UNLESS about it. It just shouldn't be done.
But I always wear really hot makeup. OH OH and you should only cook food in them and have peep wars. [A beat] Duuuuuude we should totally have a peep war.
If you don't know WHAT the microwave is, or how to use it, please, just ask a resident. Or, we're putting up a handy sign with operational instructions. ... If you can't read, then for the love of God, ASK someone. Reheating your food should be a simple experience, not a reason for a trip to the clinic.
Yeah because it'll be really embarassing to show up in the clinic with a piece of melted peep lodged in your eyeball.
And Lord knows there are plenty of other ways you can hurt yourself in this place, if that's what you're really, honestly after. So, for the sake of our sanity and our collective leftovers, please, don't let's fuck with the microwave, kids.
And you probably shouldn't fuck on the microwave either. Because it might melt your junk.
... You know, that might be the most intelligent thing I ever heard you say.
Thank you! Its waaaaay better to fuck on the dryer anyway. You get more vibrations.
... Lord, I spoke too soon again, didn't I. [right before she turns away from the journal to hang up the sign] And what the fuck is a peep war?
[Sister, in her usual talent of finding Eunice when she doesn't want Sister to find her (aka always) wanders over] Wat'cha doooooin'?
[she pauses for her usual 'Lord gimme strength, it's Sister' deep breath, then turns and smiles] Oh, just puttin' up a couple little kitchen guidelines.
[Sister leans in to stare at the poster, then snorts] Nobody has the time to read stupid signs, that’s for tourists and old people. You need to do a Peeeesa thingie. You know, where you tell people how not to be dumbasses. That’s a tradition in my world, like experimenting with the turkey baster on Thanksgiving.
[Eunice's eyes widen for a moment] Good lawd, remind me never to eat the turkey at your place. ... [she thinks about everything else, for a second, running it through her Common Sense filter, which tends to take Ignorant Dumbass and translate it into proper English] .... You mean a P.S.A?
[Sister clearly takes a moment to think about this] I think? Maybe that's like the really smart way of saying it.
[there are not enough eye rolls in the world.] Yeah, you mean a P.S.A. Okay. So, what, somethin' over the journal?
YEAH! You do it like this. [Dictated loudly over the journal] HEY DOUCHEBAGS, listen up, we're going to teach you some important shit and you'd better pay attention.
[that's followed by a very aggravated sigh] Let's try a little tact, shall we? [ahem] Hi there, folks. I'm Special Agent Eunice Bloom --
And I'm Sister! Suuuuuuuuuuup?
I'm - [she pauses, then corrects herself, ruefully] we're - here today to teach you the basics of modern kitchen appliances. Most specifically, the microwave.
Yeah, like how you shouldn't put homemade bombs in there unless you have a long stick or someone you don't like to switch it on.
Please ignore her, her genetic makeup had a little glitch at the biological Revlon factory. There is no UNLESS about it. It just shouldn't be done.
But I always wear really hot makeup. OH OH and you should only cook food in them and have peep wars. [A beat] Duuuuuude we should totally have a peep war.
If you don't know WHAT the microwave is, or how to use it, please, just ask a resident. Or, we're putting up a handy sign with operational instructions. ... If you can't read, then for the love of God, ASK someone. Reheating your food should be a simple experience, not a reason for a trip to the clinic.
Yeah because it'll be really embarassing to show up in the clinic with a piece of melted peep lodged in your eyeball.
And Lord knows there are plenty of other ways you can hurt yourself in this place, if that's what you're really, honestly after. So, for the sake of our sanity and our collective leftovers, please, don't let's fuck with the microwave, kids.
And you probably shouldn't fuck on the microwave either. Because it might melt your junk.
... You know, that might be the most intelligent thing I ever heard you say.
Thank you! Its waaaaay better to fuck on the dryer anyway. You get more vibrations.
... Lord, I spoke too soon again, didn't I. [right before she turns away from the journal to hang up the sign] And what the fuck is a peep war?
~ fourth fairy tale
May. 17th, 2010 08:32 pmtoo-fairytale.livejournal.com[Tabetha's disappearance from the castle, and therefore from her life, has left Amy feeling broody and unsuitable for company--especially Rory's. She knows he's just arrived, and she ought to be showing him what she knows of the ropes so far (never mind just being with him--he's her fiance, after all), but she's been left feeling badly unsettled by their sudden transformation into a family unit, and just as sudden transformation back into just Rory and Amy.
She'd thought she wasn't quite ready to settle down just yet, and very definitely not ready to have children any time soon, but it was hard to keep convincing herself of that when presented with both the fiance she's supposed to be running away from and a little girl who already loved them both as Mummy and Daddy. She'd thought she'd make a rubbish mother, but she'd ended up taking to it much more easily than she'd thought she would. And Rory had taken an instant shine to fatherhood. Of course he would. She knows it's what he wants for them, someday. She isn't ready for that, and yet...
Amy finds herself missing Tabetha in spite of all her misgivings.
And when Amy gets broody, she roams. Currently, she's roaming the castle, giving it a good proper exploration. She isn't going to intrude on any closed doors that bear nameplates, but all the blank doors--and any open doors--she considers fair game. If there's a nameplate, she just knock first. To her, "keep out" signs might as well say "welcome in".
On the sixth floor she does find a door with a nameplate that's ajar; it reads 'Raistlin Majere', and no one seems to be at home--she doesn't hear any moment inside. She knocks once]
Hello?
[and there's no reply, so after a furtive glance up and down the hallway, Amy slips inside for a quick look. It's like walking into a proper room in a proper castle. The books on the shelves seem to have glowing markings on the spines, and she lightly runs her fingers across them in fascination before turning to the next interesting thing in the room--an iron stand that, at first, she doesn't think holds anything. But she feels compelled to look closer, and on inspection finds it holds a little green marble.
That's funny, she thinks, a stand this big for such a little stone, and curiously, she reaches out to pick it up]
[ooc: Moar shenanigans in the comments! Amy's getting a canon bump to the end of episode seven, "Amy's Choice", courtesy of her own curiosity and Raistlin's dragon orb. Mod approved!
She'd thought she wasn't quite ready to settle down just yet, and very definitely not ready to have children any time soon, but it was hard to keep convincing herself of that when presented with both the fiance she's supposed to be running away from and a little girl who already loved them both as Mummy and Daddy. She'd thought she'd make a rubbish mother, but she'd ended up taking to it much more easily than she'd thought she would. And Rory had taken an instant shine to fatherhood. Of course he would. She knows it's what he wants for them, someday. She isn't ready for that, and yet...
Amy finds herself missing Tabetha in spite of all her misgivings.
And when Amy gets broody, she roams. Currently, she's roaming the castle, giving it a good proper exploration. She isn't going to intrude on any closed doors that bear nameplates, but all the blank doors--and any open doors--she considers fair game. If there's a nameplate, she just knock first. To her, "keep out" signs might as well say "welcome in".
On the sixth floor she does find a door with a nameplate that's ajar; it reads 'Raistlin Majere', and no one seems to be at home--she doesn't hear any moment inside. She knocks once]
Hello?
[and there's no reply, so after a furtive glance up and down the hallway, Amy slips inside for a quick look. It's like walking into a proper room in a proper castle. The books on the shelves seem to have glowing markings on the spines, and she lightly runs her fingers across them in fascination before turning to the next interesting thing in the room--an iron stand that, at first, she doesn't think holds anything. But she feels compelled to look closer, and on inspection finds it holds a little green marble.
That's funny, she thinks, a stand this big for such a little stone, and curiously, she reaches out to pick it up]
[ooc: Moar shenanigans in the comments! Amy's getting a canon bump to the end of episode seven, "Amy's Choice", courtesy of her own curiosity and Raistlin's dragon orb. Mod approved!
brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com( Private )Filtered to York
Any chance you could show me the Danger Room? I have some, ah, pent-up aggression I need to let go of. [She already tried beating up the castle, but it didn't notice.]
/Filter
[7's in her nook in the library, by her bonsai tree. She's got 4's scrapbook open and is trying to paste some drawings that 13 did into it, but is really just making more of a mess. Crafting was not really her thing.]
[[ooc: Open post and journal!]]
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May. 17th, 2010 09:54 pmandroid-hell.livejournal.com[Filtered to people who do not have pointy ears]
[said in a tone of voice that does not suggest she wants to kill the person she's looking for]
I am...looking for someone I met recently. He did not tell me his name. He had brown hair, brown eyes, pointy ears, was small in stature, and seemed to like picking up shiny things and putting them in his pouches.
I am trying to find out who he is. He performed a...service, when the children were here, and I would like to repay him. Any information that can be provided will be most appreciated.
And please, do not inform him of my search. I wish for it to be a surprise.
((ooc: GLaDOS wants to find out who Tasslehoff Burrfoot is so she can eventually kill him for doing this. Crazy robots hold grudges.))
[said in a tone of voice that does not suggest she wants to kill the person she's looking for]
I am...looking for someone I met recently. He did not tell me his name. He had brown hair, brown eyes, pointy ears, was small in stature, and seemed to like picking up shiny things and putting them in his pouches.
I am trying to find out who he is. He performed a...service, when the children were here, and I would like to repay him. Any information that can be provided will be most appreciated.
And please, do not inform him of my search. I wish for it to be a surprise.
((ooc: GLaDOS wants to find out who Tasslehoff Burrfoot is so she can eventually kill him for doing this. Crazy robots hold grudges.))
signattack.livejournal.com[ Shizuo is just... standing in the lobby of the castle. He's looking very very calm. He says very little, he doesn't even move all that much either.
He might be thinking. But he might not be. No one can tell with Shizuo, actually. Except that he always looks very different when he's relaxed than when he's throwing stuff around.
There's a couple of ghosts nearby shaking their heads at a very nice sized dent in the wall. You may have seen him punch it there a few minutes ago. Okay so he was a little attached to his not!headless babby. Is he going to say that out loud or show it like anyone else? Nope.
It is likely, however, very safe to approach him at the moment. :D ... Unless you're just really agitating in general. Or Wisely. ]
He might be thinking. But he might not be. No one can tell with Shizuo, actually. Except that he always looks very different when he's relaxed than when he's throwing stuff around.
There's a couple of ghosts nearby shaking their heads at a very nice sized dent in the wall. You may have seen him punch it there a few minutes ago. Okay so he was a little attached to his not!headless babby. Is he going to say that out loud or show it like anyone else? Nope.
It is likely, however, very safe to approach him at the moment. :D ... Unless you're just really agitating in general. Or Wisely. ]
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bedninja[at first there isn't much noise coming from this end of the journal; perhaps the occasional sound of movement, or something smashing into something else (Aron, abusing Pharos's room again, sigh) but otherwise, not much at all. after a few moments, however, a voice does speak up, one very obviously belonging to a child; and, at first, it sounds like he's talking to himself.]
I wonder... When did the time pass by here that would have been my 'final day', had I remained where I was? Somehow I missed it, but looking back on the time that I have spent here - even though I am still uncertain of the exact date I arrived - it seems as though my stay here as of yet has been longer than I was ever meant to continue existing. Given the nature of this place I doubt there will be any repercussions, though I cannot help but wonder... regardless of that, I have enjoyed my time within the castle.
It has been... very fun. I find it hard to believe at times that I would be granted so many peculiar miracles... Minato, many new friends, the opportunity to 'have a life' and 'live amongst others' as I am; but I am very grateful.
It would seem that for as long as I remain here, the name 'Ryoji Mochizuki' will not have any kind of meaning. I wonder if it is 'selfish' to hope that I stay in this place for awhile longer for that reason?
[the voice pauses.] ...would it be even more 'selfish' to stay for any reason other than that?
[there's another moment of silence, before a small bout of laughter - which, honestly, sounds rather off, not entirely natural - and the voice speaks up again, very obviously directed at the journal. perhaps he had been aware of it the entire time? who could say.]
That probably does not matter very much, does it? Regardless, it would seem that I am in the minority of residents that actually enjoy their time in the castle. But despite the time that I have spent here, it does not seem as though I have met very many of the people on my floor at all!
...I wonder if it was a joke on the Castle's part to put Hades across the hall from me?
I wonder... When did the time pass by here that would have been my 'final day', had I remained where I was? Somehow I missed it, but looking back on the time that I have spent here - even though I am still uncertain of the exact date I arrived - it seems as though my stay here as of yet has been longer than I was ever meant to continue existing. Given the nature of this place I doubt there will be any repercussions, though I cannot help but wonder... regardless of that, I have enjoyed my time within the castle.
It has been... very fun. I find it hard to believe at times that I would be granted so many peculiar miracles... Minato, many new friends, the opportunity to 'have a life' and 'live amongst others' as I am; but I am very grateful.
It would seem that for as long as I remain here, the name 'Ryoji Mochizuki' will not have any kind of meaning. I wonder if it is 'selfish' to hope that I stay in this place for awhile longer for that reason?
[the voice pauses.] ...would it be even more 'selfish' to stay for any reason other than that?
[there's another moment of silence, before a small bout of laughter - which, honestly, sounds rather off, not entirely natural - and the voice speaks up again, very obviously directed at the journal. perhaps he had been aware of it the entire time? who could say.]
That probably does not matter very much, does it? Regardless, it would seem that I am in the minority of residents that actually enjoy their time in the castle. But despite the time that I have spent here, it does not seem as though I have met very many of the people on my floor at all!
...I wonder if it was a joke on the Castle's part to put Hades across the hall from me?