[002] [Dictated] Idle Thoughts

[pulled-across.livejournal.com]

[She's sitting in her room, now, idly playing with the kitten on the desk in front of her. She's got a pen with which to write her thoughts into the journal laying out on the desk, but the kitten has it currently captured as a chew toy. She herself is spending more time staring out into space than looking at the journal.]

...So there's three different doctors here now, yeah? Same man...different points in time, different faces. [She purses her lips, and the last bit might have been her trying to understand it, or to convince herself of it.] How far's that go? Could I wake up an' find myself out there, Mum's age?

Backdated to eariler today because I'm failtastic

[fiery-fist.livejournal.com]

( To anyone Adell met during his Kid Loss )

[With that filter done, Adell has gone to the kitchen to get a drink. A few minutes later, there's a couple of cans of beer around the table but Adell is showing no sighs of actually being drunk.]

[ooc: loss over, and open post. You can tell him that he's really not old enough to be drinking, if you want.]

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[alias_savant]

( [Marian] )

[Neal still hasn't managed to get out the door. He hates you all who can come and go as you choose, but he won't say it out loud. He'll just stew with it, silently to himself. For right now, though, he's sitting in the Lux, dictating into the journal. You'll also notice that even though the Victorian garb is gone, Neal's still in a suit, circa 1950s, including the tie]

So we had a ball, got shrunk to about toy soldier size, took a trip to Candy Land, had probably the weirdest dream I've ever had, and then had a day where all the liquids in the castle were alcohol.

[he's still recovering form that hangover, thank you very much.]

First of all, that's a very dangerous thing, to have an entire castle of drunk residents, but second of all -- was that the worst of the worst? Or should I start stocking up the bomb shelter with food and supplies?

[Open! Either over the journal or in person.]

[001]

[johnbulls.livejournal.com]

[by the time Walter is prepared to make his first correspondence utilizing the journal, he's versed himself in his... situation, to the best of his ability.

the fact Sir Integra has been here so long -- and Alucard, longer -- is problematic. he has work to do; he won't languish. as they say - there's no time like the present, eh?]

( INTEGRA )

( ALUCARD )

[and now, to Paradisa at large - filtered away from Alucard and written in a dignified hand:]

Belated well wishes on the arrival of the New Year.

My name is Walter Dornez; I am the retainer to the Hellsing family, as well as in personal service to Sir Integra Hellsing. Should you have any requests of her time henceforth, please feel free to contact me at your convenience. A simple filter will suffice.

I'd be most grateful any individuals with information regarding the ministrations of the vampire Alucard since his arrival. Alongside this, I would also greatly appreciate any detail on 'permanent losses,' notoriously dangerous persons of note, and any locations or services that may be glanced over upon casual perusal of this book. My sincere thanks in advance.

With respect,

Walter C. Dornez

5 § He's so fine he makes her shiny

[amplificate.livejournal.com]

The ball was kind of fantastic. The rats and the dream worlds were just weird. I really thought I'd know weird from back home but, this beats back home.

( Barney )

I guess - the New Year - it's the New Year. How weird is that? I think it's pretty weird. Or is it ... the New Year here? I don't know how that works.

How most of anything here works. But, I have a job. That matters. And some friends and I leave the castle, now.

Things aren't so bad.

⚔ first strike

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[A pale, white-haired man, eyes glowing blue, is...suddenly here. He is wearing full armor and holding a sword in each hand. He pulls himself to a halt; it's as if he was wrenched away from a fight in mid-swing.]

What the--

[He lowers his swords a little and narrows his eyes. He notes the open journal at his feet and prods it curiously with the tip of a blade.]

Whatever has brought me here, show yourself.

[Hm. Words on the page--his own. This is magic, no doubt. But where is its master?]

Ranger-General Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 32 (1-100).

[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

[forward-dated to sunset, this evening.]

( Private; )

[If one is looking, they may very well notice a high elf on, well, a very high tree branch in the castle's courtyard, one with the leaves stripped away from the wintry chill, the snow having been shoved off by a careful hand.

She stands at first, before crouching, blue eyes scanning the scenery, the very horizon, attempting to catch sight of all that this magical world had to offer, what it has shown her while the sun makes its last sweep over the land.

Sylvanas sighs, musing to herself.] Today, I'll have been here for a month. An entire month...

This place has been beyond my expectations. The things I have seen, the people I have met. These words are hesitant, of course, given the circumstances. Though...

[She'll close her eyes, and shake her head. Such silly thoughts!] I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

[Shifts, likely dropping more snow to the ground below...]

_{(ooc. SUPER MEGA ULTRA OPEN. THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO POKE ALIVE!SYLVANAS BEFORE THE BOMB IS DROPPED TOMORROW. HAVE AT. ♥)}

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

( People who gave him Gifts )

( Vereesa )

[And with the various things going on in Allen's life, he finds himself compelled yet again to do research. So you can find him at a table in the library, leafing through yet another wordy book about demons as well as a pile of them next to him. Timcanpy is nearby, sitting on another pile of books and alternating between looking around and napping]

Twenty-Two (recorded)

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[There's a rustling of sheets, shuffling, as a suddenly too-big body readjusts itself in the bed. Then silence, far too still, and a sharp, horrified cry. There's a thump of footsteps, and tumbling of candlesticks and tabletops.]

Who are you!? What are you doing in my-
Where am I? What is...

[He doesn't wait for any answer and leaps out the nearest window in a clatter of glass before taking off like a shot through the courtyard. It takes him a short time to deduce that the journal jammed in his coat pocket is a communication device and begins to write in familiar block-lettering. His handwriting had changed little.]

Who is responsible? Am I dreaming again?

[Then he murmurs, amid a few coughs.]
This place is familiar...

{{OOC: Guess what? Your Sweet Sora got upgraded to TERRIFIED YOITE. Information over here!}}

Log 002 // Wandering

[azure-guardian.livejournal.com]

[Hey Paradisa, there's a small blue ball of flame floating around your church.

Take a look?]

She may very well pass for 43 In the dusk with a light behind her!

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[Jilly had been quiet since the holidays. First there'd been hiding. Then dolls and dreams. And then gifts.

One in particular.

Sitting in the lobby tonight, the artist girl with a sketchbook isn't exactly an unfamiliar sight...but this time she's not drawing. She's simply flipping through pages, already filled, trying to remember.

It shouldn't have been hard. Her sketchbooks were her own way of traveling through time. She could look at so many of these and remember exactly where she'd been when she'd done them. But for some... some of those memories were just frighteningly blank]

The way this castle messes with memories... If you're the only one who knows where you've come from or who you are... how do you know that you've got it right? Just how much can the loss of a memory change us?

( To everyone who gave her gifts )

( Roy )

( Those still coming to her art class )

𝚲 eighteen

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[It took Maine a little while to get over the combined Loss-Of-Christmas Cheer as well as the castle shenanegans, but when he did he was a little more introspective and calmly reserved.]

Filtered to anyone who gave him anything;
[Written, writing still a little angular but ... not as angry?]
Thank you.
[Because even those who opted to give him gifts suggesting he was far less than a good boy this year, to him it meant they at least thought of him enough to do that, which was more thought than he was used to receiving.]
/Filter

Filtered to Washington
[Soft and thoughtful, though not lacking his customary gravelly tone]
Bet you're glad to see the holidays go.
/Filter

[There's a definite hesitance to his voice here, a certain nervousness. It's been such a trying few months for him, but he's making a concerted effort now, to be himself, if not remembering who that was then at least trying to find out who it could be.]

Well. It's ... another year. I wonder what's in store. Here's hoping it's ... better than last year.

(no subject)

[batfail.livejournal.com]

[It's Steph talking, but...]

Oh, wudderful. Habby Dew Year, let's get sick.

Dabian, this is your fault.

A--AHCHOO!

[A sniffle.]

Itchy, miserable, and purble. Nnnngh.

hot redheads unite in icon and para 8)

[assombris.livejournal.com]

( gym filter/backdated to dec. 30 )

Twelfth Sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

( Private )

So. Do any of you have plans for this new year? Whatever little plans you can make in this place, anyway. I've heard people making resolutions? Anything exciting amongst them?

─ one hundred & four

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( private )

( anyone who got her gifts )

( faith & julian )

( zelman )

( stephanie )

[ written ]

1. Did anyone see that crying ghost the other day in the castle?! It wouldn't stop crying and was so sad... Then it EXPLODED! I can't have been the only one. What kind of ghost explodes?!

2. We just had New Year's but do we still not know what year it is here? Do you think the townspeople would know?

3. ... Does anyone know anything about birds?

[ as if on cue, something in the background makes this sound. DAMN IT, ZEKE. uru sighs and this part is mumbled mostly to herself: ]

What is going on, lately?

One Red Letter

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

What. The. Fuck?!

[the journal picks up the sounds of rustling sheets and slamming doors as the teenager gets up and tries to figure out where the hell she is. She fell asleep in juvie and woke up in… a castle?]

Right. Very funny, guys, screwing with the new girl is cool, right? Well, FUCK YOU! I have to say, though, real nice job. I like the castle motif.

[a rustling noise as she throws open the curtains] How'd you manage to get rid of the bars? I can... I... snow... SNOW? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, HERE?!

∞ two

[previsions.livejournal.com]

( private )

How often do people show up here? I hear this place can get pretty weird sometimes. Anyone care to elaborate? Tony already let me in on the people who bleed onto their journals surprise -- which is seriously gross guys, but I heard this place can change, too.

Not necessarily for the better.

[ for anyone moseying through the courtyard in the late afternoon/early evening, there's a teenage girl standing in the middle of it who probably isn't exactly dressed up for the occasion. her wildly styled hair is messily stuffed into a knitted cap and a pair of bright striped tights are peeking out from underneath the purple, fur-lined coat and her boots are tied lazily. no scarf, no mittens. but she isn't paying attention to the fact that she can see her breath, or that she might be a tad chilly.

rather than enjoying the snow she's got a hardened expression on her face as she eyes the castle. she didn't like it, it got in the way of things. if things got in the way back home then she simply got rid of them. here? while it wasn't impossible, it wasn't a permanent solution. with a huff, she kicks up some snow before flopping backwards into the snow.

time to make a snow angel! hey, she can pretend to be a kid sometimes. ]

What did you take from me, I wonder? I don't like being caught unaware.

[ ooc; backdated to earlier! so very open! over the journal or in person. come bump into Dakot-- I mean Layla. ]

dos ✿ fleur

[manhandling.livejournal.com]

[After a few long, tiring hours of struggling and making a mess of the library, Robin's had it. There are books strewn everywhere, some open, some not. She's finally discovering her loss, and it's going to drive her nuts. Leaning against a bookshelf, she turns to what she knows she can use: her journal.]

I... had a bit of a question, if anyone could offer any assistance. [In more of a "someone had better explain this bullshit" tone.]

Are the books here enchanted or cursed?

There seems to be a barrier of sorts against them; the moment I managed to touch one, it... launched itself across the room. This isn't a natural occurrence, is it?

( Filter; Straw Hat Pirates )