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Entrée de Journal Trente Six: A Kind of Magic

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[Draco is sat under a tree in the castle grounds, enjoying the sun. His journal open on his lap and turning fallen leaves into kingfishers]


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(OOC: Open post is open - feel free to bother him.)

nineteen shots

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

( idiot apprentice #2— err stupid assistant )

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[lookslikedepp.livejournal.com]

[Tamaki]

It looks like a lot of your friends are showing up!

They're all going to be at the Host Club, right? 

[slight pause]

Ah! What's the next theme going to be? Is it going to be Japanese?! [hopin' a hope]



[Crowley]

I didn't see you at the festival the other day. I was keeping an eye out for you, too!

I had you pegged as somebody who would be able to win those carnival games. I wasn't able to win anything myself... [was totally going to make you win stuff for him ngl]



[and after those filters, Jesus pauses for a minute, staring at his journal.... trying to think of a thought-provoking question to leave off with

...but he totally fails, so after a single public sigh, he closes it]

12

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( Turalyon )

( Conrad )

[backdated to the night before Sylvanas' trip;]

[Vereesa can only stay away for so long. With nothing but their own differences separating them in Paradisa, it pains her that they could not become closer. They are sisters, by the Light, and this was not the way they should be acting.

With as much determination as she can muster, Vereesa brings a hand up and knocks upon her sister's door, praying that Sylvanas won't turn her away. At this point, there is nothing she feels she could lose from trying, and there is still much to discuss.]

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[inkyprophet.livejournal.com]

[there are some ink stains and smudges on the page, but that's probably just because his little pen-nib fingers get ink on everything. he speaks in his usual, almost-whisper.]

I was looking at books... in the room. The library.

[he pauses and mumbles a little, too quiet to make out. he's shy.]

What is... snow... like...?

It looks like it would be soft...

Walter Kovacs' Blog. August 26th.

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[it's been a while since Smecker and his gang game and gave him his faaaabulous makeover. most of it has been disregarded and returned to normal, but Walter's kept a few of the nice suits and the other clothes. most of all, though, he's been staring at the blog page that Wybie helped him set up. it needs words, but he hasn't been sure what to say. somehow, his usual conspiracy ramblings about the dark things in the castle walls seem wrong...

... and suddenly, out of the blue, as he's sitting in his room with the journal open, listening to something from the music room, he remembers his recent conversation with Coraline. setting down his sandwich, he moves to the computer. the journal will pick up the sounds of his typing - slow and awkward at first, but steadily getting faster.

the words, however, will show up on CastleNet as follows.]

I was told to put my words out here, for you all to read. Give them a more aesthetic value than paint on cardboard, wider depth, more meaning than "the end is nigh".

Truth is: the end is always nigh. We can all go home at any moment. The world can change. People can die - permanently or only for weeks. Change ends things, too. Something you have might not be what it was. Beginning to realize that that doesn't mean it's gone. Just different.

I know I'm different, after being here over a year. There are things I see in myself I would not have, when I arrived. A tendency to think a little more before I act. Knowledge that maybe not everything is black and white. The value of friends, no matter what happens to them, or how long they leave you for. Slightly better grammar.

Not as inclined to run around breaking limbs and thumbs, anymore. This world is not the world I left, and there are new rules; rules that always change. Not all secrets are meant to be known.

Doesn't mean I'm going to stop looking. Or fighting. But it does mean I've changed how I go about it.

How has Paradisa changed you? Write back here, or over the journal.

- Walter Kovacs


[he stares at the entry for a moment, trying to decide if he really wants to put this out there. then, after a lot of "radio silence", he reaches out and clicks "Post to CastleNet".

it's surprising how good that feels.

with that, he's going to head on down to the kitchen, grab a can of beans out of the cupboard, open it up, and ... sit on the counter eating straight out of it with a fork. SOME things are never meant to change.]

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[embattles.livejournal.com]

[Now that she's been here for a few months, the new shiny of the castle's starting to wear off. Having whatever you want handed to you for nothing, just gets a little old. The ghosts cleaning for you just becomes a nuisance, because you can never find anything, and having nothing to slay except for when the castle wants to jerk you around and make you evil for kicks? Yeah, not exactly her idea of a great place.

So she's letting out all of her frustration on the punching bag in the gym. She's holding back just enough so she won't actually break the damn thing. Totally open!]

Episode 42

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[was taking a nap on Caterina's bed when he rolled off with a sudden loud THUMP]

Ow! [waitaminute]

I'm... Whoa, what a weird week. If anyone took care of a Jack Russel terrier recently, thank you.

blog sixty-three

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[Barney's been takin' it easy since the EXTREME events of last week, and today finds him sitting at his table in the WildKat, doing his paperwork and watching the passersby outside his window, with a cup of pencils in front of him.

occasionally, he'll stop and throw a pencil up at the ceiling so that it sticks]

Hey, everybody. President of Awesomeness, here. You know me. Oh yeah. Hi, there.

Here's the scoop. I am ridiculously short-staffed over here at the WildKat. So, if any of you are bored enough to want a job, want free coffee, or just want the chance to work with a crew of Certifiably Awesome people? Coooome onnnnn dooooooow---- GHK.

[that snort is courtesy of the fact that one of the pencils just fell out of the ceiling, bounced on its eraser, and embedded itself in one of his nostrils.

he sits there for a second, flabbergasted, then---]

Ohmygod. LILY! LILY! IT HAPPENED AGAIN!!!!

[anyone in the Kat's free to have seen this bit of awesome good luck go down, of course. and, no, he hasn't taken the pencil out of his nose yet]

033 - The Great Outdoors

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[The wall to Allan's room is being repaired, after having crashed and shown Allan a lot more than he bargained for.

As a result he is now camping out in the woods, he has a little den made up and a camp fire which is roasting a rabbit he'd taken from the kitchens on a spit. The smell of cooking meat is in the air and making his mouth water as Allen settles in and sharpens his swords as he waits.

(OOC: Open post- Feel free to follow your nose)

nineteen ways

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[Legato is visiting the Castle, today. Maybe he's decided to watch the crazy feats of luck going on. Who doesn't love a good freak accident, right? Whatever the reason, he's wandering the halls, stopping by a few key places, keeping an ear on his journal]

[a pleasant thoughtful tone] Mm. It's been longer than I'd realized since I've dropped in for a visit. How many new residents are there now? It seems like a lot.

I hope everyone hasn't been too absorbed in the recent unpleasant happenings to give them a proper welcome.
I've always thought of this place as being so hospitable. It would be such a shame if that has changed.


((ooc: also open post for anyone who might want to run into him, namely in the gym, shooting range, and kitchen. Also a special hello to newbies. :3))

THIS WAS LAST NIGHT. RLY.

[ino]

( LEROY )

∂ sixth found object

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

Are there any rules against "Finders, Keepers" here?

I think Simon would let me keep him.



[moves away from the journal that she'd been speaking to, addressing the creature she found] I don't even know what you are.

start of something new

[highiqtemptress.livejournal.com]

[The handwriting is loopy and girly, but completely legible.]

If I understand correctly, anyone can understand what I am writing here. If so, my name is Gabriella Montez and I have just arrived to this place. I was wondering if . . . If anyone know a Troy Bolton? Actually, I would be grateful if anyone from Albuquerque was here.

Failing that, I would at least like to get a little better understand of this place which I'm sure anyone can help me with. I would be forever grateful if someone took the time to give me a basic rundown of how I got here and what I should do now that I'm here.

32 ... someone has to.

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

[[Forward dated to slightly after midnight]]

[There is a small girl, wearing white pajamas with a big bold '7' on the back, wandering around your castle at an hour which small girls should normally be in bed. She's got a broomstick with her, but if you try to tell her that she'll indignantly correct you. It's a spear ...

... because she is hunting monsters.]

[[ooc: Loss continues! Feel free to find this girl ANYWHERE.]]

TWO » dictated

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[ off journal, she's totally out of her costume. dictating: ]

Mmmmmkay. Let's play a game. It's called, "Let's Tell This Wonderful Person Wondrous Tidbits of Information"!

I wanna know who's met the not-as-fabulous-looking-as-me Spider-man. For science, of course. I'm asking for science. He's the guy running around in the red and blue outfit -- looks like a patriotic spider baby?

I mean, if you know him that means I should know you, right? In a totally not-as-creepy-as-that-sounds-way.

[ pause ]

I promise, I'm not a creep.

Also? That hang-gliding building thing with the explosions and stuff? Fantastic.

( [ ROY ] )

( [ SPIDER-MAN ] )

It's an in-universe thing ..2.. [action]

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[The two kids stand at the doorway of the stairs at the balcony at the top of the main castle, admiring the view at sunset.]

view's nice from here
all multicolored sunsets and shit
Indeed it is, Strider.

[The problem is Mat's loss, which results in Rose turning around to grab something from her sylladex, accidentally knocking Dave off his feet. Dave somehow goes sailing through the open portal to the stairs, skidding down all fifteen flights of stairs - and, as Rose chases after him in a red eldritch flight bubble at breakneck speed, he comes skidding to a stop in the center of the lobby.]

i told you dog i warned you about stairs
Unreal, doesn't even hapen; reference secured I presume? You're not hurt, are you?

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( Roy )

( Teen Titans )

( Dick )

[Kory's sitting out on the front lawn, staring up at the unrecognizable stars and looking thoughtful. She can't sleep. :c]

[She'll make a soft sound.] And here I'd hoped this place would have had it's fill by now.


[OOC: Bug? :3 Journal or in-person. There may or may not be a Tiger mock-hunting nearby. And yes, her loss is over. She's older!Kory again.]