~ thirteenth fairy tale [open to the vicinity of the swimming pool]

[too-fairytale.livejournal.com]

[backdated to before EXTREEEEEEEEEME]

[you may be taking a dip in the castle's indoor swimming pool. You may be hanging out in a pool chair by the side. You may be... doing whatever else people do in and around swimming pools. You may even think you're alone. However, you are now NOT alone, because suddenly there's an uprising of air bubbles in the deep end and a bewildered redhead is thrashing to the surface]

WHAT--

[several seconds later there's another uprising of bubbles and an equally bewildered--and panicked--young man is also thrashing to the surface]

AMY?!

[the redhead is choking and spluttering and might, to the distant observer, appear to be naked; but that's because she's wearing a white nightgown. And it is now, of course, soaked. The young man is also spluttering, and spitting out a mouthful of water]

How--what--is this the pool? RORY!

[she may sound just a taaaaaaaad irritated. The man seems to just now be realizing that he's in a pool. His eyes widen as he looks down at himself]

Uh--uh--oh, bollocks--

[and, completely ignoring his companion's question, he starts shrieking and thrashing even more]

Get me out! Get me out! I might--I might short circuit, oh god, WATER--

Well swim out then, you big numpty!

[he starts half-swimming, half-flailing for the nearest side of the pool]

Trying--oh blummey--oh this is so not good--

You haven't shorted out yet...

[she starts after him, awkwardly; her nightgown is getting tangled up in her legs]


[ooc: after this! Red = Amy Pond, blue = Rory Williams. Ladies and gentlemen, the magical property of the desk chair has been discovered!]

005

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[In the lobby, there is a boy sprawled on his stomach upon one of the couches. An old newspaper is spread out before him and he's staring at it with a creased brow like it's a puzzle that he means to solve. Occasionally he turns to a previous page to reread it for the nine or tenth time.

It was one of the items taken from Insolitus. Thanks to the obnoxious noise emanating from Reno's room, the newspaper has opened (as it can only be opened by a certain tone) but its contents are still more or less a mystery. So he decides to pull out his journal and pose a question to the masses.]


What is Mayfield?

no raptors yet...

[paradisamods]

EXTREEEEEME

[Man, that sucked. Good thing we have some time for some R&R before things really get wild tonight.

As before, there's a resting room with bunks, a kitchenette, bathrooms/showers and some TVs. The time on the door's timer is only counting down to 5:00 PM today, and there are some brochures on rollercoaster safety on the coffee table in front of the couches.


... Rollercoasters.]



OOC:

Navigation:
Plot x Schedule

I think I died 29 times...

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Backdated to Sunday. Because I fail]

( Private )

( Alfred & Iroh )

( Aziraphale )

( The Owner of the Room in the Insolitus )

[there's some idle doodling appearing on the fringes of the page as she thinks... little stick men in silly poses. She waits until she's completed one of a little man standing on his head, crumpled hat beside him, before speaking up]

If you could remember all this when you go home... everything that's happened to you here... would you want to?

[and for anyone who wants to find her, she's hanging out on the steps of the castle, paint specks back in her hair, fingerless gloves on despite the heat and her sketchbook balanced in her lap. She's drawing people as they wander past, so if you'd like to end up as an unwitting model, feel free to wander by]

"This is such a bad idea, guys."

[paradisamods]

EXTREEEEEME

[The door open, this time without bright lights. The set-up inside looks really simple... you walk down the ramp, and come to a rollercoaster station platform, complete with dividing gates to channel people into the cars.

To the left, there's an area walled off with thick plexiglass. On the other side of the glass is a couple velociraptors, milling around, occasionally squaking or watching the Rangers with beady, horrible eyes. Whatcha gonna do?

The cars are waiting to be filled. WHATCHA GONNA DO?]



OOC: GO FOR IT. Train leaves at 8 PM EST for us, but characters will presumably only be here for ten minutes. As always, backtag friendly.

Navigation:
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Get ready. GET READY.

[paradisamods]

EXTREEEEEME

[Clankclankclank... the rollercoaster starts moving, going up the huge incline... up and up and up...]



OOC: IF YOU NEED A CAR, EITHER START A "CAR #" SUBTHREAD, OR SIGN UP HERE OR HERE AND WE'LL GET YOU IN!

Similar to the last two nights, there's going to be stuff to react to. Some of it will be proactive (quick, do this or die) and other parts will be more reactive (REACTION FACE TIME.) A new section will go up every 15-20 minutes (including subsections for cars.) This will continue until around midnight. If you aren't here while the new things are going up... backtag.

Navigation:
Plot x Schedule x CAR PLANNING

Loss Start!

[its-worthdoing.livejournal.com]

[Willow is sitting up on the roof of the Castle at dusk, enjoying the relative quiet that she finds there. The Castle seems to be up to other bout of oddness, but for the moment she is avoiding this one. That fuzzy tired feeling is still lingering. The open path between her and her magics seems like it is lined with cotton balls and lint from Xander's basement. (Xander's basement always had the biggest lint balls. They used to name them. She had a particular soft spot for Sam)

She is reading the last few pages of her book she can make out in the quickly diminishing light when a soft glow appears overhead.

A fairly familiar glow. Small and blue and pixie like]

Oh. Hello you.

[the slight seems to shimmer slightly]

Are we going to play nicely together this time?

『～the first case～』 open to action and journals

[princessofmoe.livejournal.com]

[Oh, listen to this! Someone's journal has been flipped open to record their shock! But at first, you don't hear anything but the sound of small footsteps running back and forth. Then a young girl's voice, probably not much older than nine or ten, can be heard calling out:]

Hanyuu...! Hanyuu! Where are you?! What did you do this time?! I know you're there!

[A sigh.]

What Fragment is this?

[...Rika will be wandering around the castle. No, she'll be pretty much making a mad dash throughout the castle, trying to sense Hanyuu's presence and possibly recklessly running into other people. And when she thinks that she's alone, she'll be calling out for "Hanyuu" again.]

Fatherly Disapproval

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( Private to Arthur Pendragon )