Sitrep

[am177.livejournal.com]

[An unfamiliar, neat, curly script slowly starts filling the page...]

To the occupants of castle Paradisa,

I, cmdr. Samuel Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork city watch, am in the strange situation of being present at all. I think I have a grasp on the situation:
>Victims wake up in/near castle >Room and board provided >Notebook provided for communication (Magic?)
Which brings up some obvious questions
>Why kidnap people >Where are we >How was deed accomplished
I am requesting any further info on the subject.
Also need info on whereabouts of:
>One (1) copper badge, labelled "AMCW177", shaped like shield.

❀001

[foodchains.livejournal.com]

[So its your typical day in Paradisa, right? Sun is shining, no birds are singing, castle wonderfuck is fucking with someone as per usual. Nothing out of the ordinary!

That is...unless you happen to be looking at the journal right at this moment. Or perhaps you're by the pond experiencing a leisurely stroll.

There's not even a sound to signifies what happens. All of a sudden, the pages of the journal are soaked with pond water, leaving them to drip on the floor without any relent whatsoever. Anyone who's listening carefully might hear the sound of someone struggling to splash their way out of...wherever they are. Those witnessing this in person will find a girl flying in from seemingly nowhere with tons of force propelling her straight into the water. In any case, it sounds like they're not doing very well.

Eventually, the dripping through the pages ceases with the journal being catapulted out of the water, followed by a lot of labored breathing and coughing.]

W-what the hell--?? Ugh!

#058 - Dictated

[advisortype.livejournal.com]

You know, as much as I like the idea of people getting to go home and be with their families and stuff again, I really wish the castle would let everyone know when this happens. Maybe give us a little warning.

For the record, Naoto Shirogane has gone home. Not sure if anyone announced this already and I missed it, but yeah, there ya go.

Sabotage

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

 [Clu hasn't been able to get the news from earlier out of his head that Sam is here in Paradisa. So instead of letting it settle and giving father and son a proper chance to reunite, he's out pacing the courtyard, with his journal open and in hand, lines of text forming on its surface in place of writing.]


( Filtered only to Sam Flynn )

022 | dictated;

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[After getting (surprisingly!) sick from Jo's cupcake and beer experiment, Spike eventually gets back to his room. For all his talk about leaving the castle, he hasn't really made much of an effort to move.

His plan is to slump down in a chair, maybe smoke and follow it up with a nap, and it's only then that he notices: the chair is gone. ... No, it's just on the other side of the room. Did he-? More than that, everything seems a little... off. Shifted around slightly. -- Frowning, he instinctively reaches for his gun and slowly moves to crack open the closet door. Nobody there this time. Some rummaging through drawers later, he finds a small metal object and relaxes somewhat. Sloppy thieves around here.

Finally, he takes a seat and pulls out the journal.]

Anyone know if those 'do not disturb' signs work with ghosts? Either that, or I need to have a word with the housekeeping.

[The journal might even pick up the noise his stomach is making that instantly distracts him from whatever he was about to say. Ugh. Never again.]

( Jet Black )

( Integra )

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[alias_savant]

[so Neal is frustrated. He missed a perfectly good party/social networking opportunity this weekend all because he couldn't leave the stupid castle, and Mindy is now ... avoiding him. And pawning him off on other people.

It's annoying. But fair, he has been bugging her about it a lot and not figuring out the WHAT it is about her that's making it work, and just relying on the "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" approach. So it's time to fix that. So he opens up the journal and he writes:]

I'm looking for people to help me with an experiment. If you're interested, meet Neal Caffrey in the lobby.

[and be prepared for him to ask you a LOT of questions. He's down there now, waiting for people to join him to actually, you know ... help out.]


[Open as an open thing.]

One Hero

[lovingmetodeath.livejournal.com]

[There's a very confused, confident sounding voice coming from the journals as he tries to figure out where he is.]

You know, I can't blame someone for finally kidnapping me, because let's face it, I'm amazing, but I need to get back home. I have people to save. Homeless people to inspire and maybe feed one or two. I don't know who you are, but if you're in the league with people like Dr. Horrible or Bad Horse, I suggest you surrender right now.

If you give yourself up soon, I'll try to beat you up as painlessly as possible. I mean, you'll probably still need to go to the hospital even if I restrain myself, but at least it won't be as bad. And that's good, right? I mean, it's my job as a hero to beat up bad guys and kidnapping a hero such as myself is pretty bad so one can hardly blame me for taking such actions.

In any case, please, return me to my home and we can solve this with only a few punches. Everyone wins, right?

Well, mostly I'll win, but that's good enough. A win for Captain Hammer is a win for do-gooders everywhere, after all.

[And that's it.]

level 7

[unuuu.livejournal.com]

[Childish- yet this time thankfully, carefully written- handwriting appears. It soon melts into a voice, curious and hesitant all the same.]

I don't know how people here think. Are demons bad to them?

I think demons are like everyone else. Some are good, some are evil. They all cry, though, isn't it so?

Five arrows

[the-girl-aflame.livejournal.com]

[Hey everyone, it's your best  and always optimistic friend Katniss with the question of the day]

What are the odds of someone coming here from your world?

dictated ❀ nine

[doublehats.livejournal.com]

Zoro's not here anymore.

[...that's all chopper can manage as he shuts the journal and sets it aside next to himself. he's sitting right outside the door of room 202. this was zoro's room. zoro's old room. he'd assumed his crewmate had just gotten lost and after searching around with perona, he'd realized that he hadn't checked the room.

then he saw the missing nameplate. and he'd searched some more. he'd found nothing.

yet, he couldn't stop himself from sitting there and waiting. for some reason, the only thing that he'd found left in the empty room was a marimo in a jar, which he was currently holding onto and looking at. whether it was supposed to make him feel better or worse, he didn't know. and he didn't really care. he'd keep it though. maybe another time, it would make him laugh and cheer him up, but not today. not really.]

1st Stitch [Voice]

[sew-whiny.livejournal.com]

[Your journal may pick up the staccato sound of hoofbeats on tiled floors... and then a rather prim-sounding voice who seems rather stressed.] Then this really is a castle? My word... could it be Princess Celestia's--? Then this would be...

[Gasps.] Canterlot?!

This can't be happening! I absolutely can't be in Canterlot dressed like-- like this! Oh dear, oh dear, my magnificent ensemble - did I forget it? How could that have ever slipped my mind? Why, if the Canterlot elite saw me like this, I'd be laughed out of the city! I could never ever show my face around anypony ever again! Oh my stars, Rarity, your life as a fashionista would be through! [And her speech only gets faster and more frantic.] I haven't had a pony-pedi in weeks, and I most certainly can't wear my mane like this, and I meant to shine my horn, but--

--no, no, no! All right, Rarity, breathe. Breathe. [The sounds of hyperventilating.] You simply mustn't lose your head like this.

I certainly don't remember coming to Canterlot... and it certainly isn't as, erm, magnificent as I'd imagined...

..A-aha! Oh, of course! It's just a nightmare, isn't it? Yes, that must be it - I'd never actually be caught dead in a place like this so... underdressed. I'll just be waking up any minute now.

[Nervous laughter.] Y-yes, any minute now...

011 Points

[tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com]

[Over on her nearby desk sits Alleyne's open journal. It so happens it picks up some tossing and turning in a hammock along with some pained grunts and snorts. After a minute, she bolts awake and mumbles to herself, gripping her head.]

W-wha? Where am....still in my room in the castle. Tch. By the angels, my head...What happened? The past two weeks are such a blur, and there's a foul taste on my tongue.

[Some more quick noise as she gets dressed and begins walking to the kitchen, because the ancient elven cure for hangover like headaches is coffee. She gets some and begins hmming as she flips through the journal's backlog.

Big mistake. The turning becomes more frantic and you can almost hear her growling. If someone blushing was audible, you'd be hearing that too full on.]

I DID WHAT? I...I SAID THAT? Oh, shit.

[The last word is said incredibly sharply as she notices her journal's been open this entire time. She sets it down and sighs, choking up an apology.]

If...any of you were unfortunate enough to run into me the past two weeks it seems, please let it be known I am so incredibly sorry and if I hadn't seen you before this? That I am not like this. At all. Gods damn this castle...

[ooc: Forward dated a few hours to about midnight. Rapping loss over! Open over journal or in person in the kitchen~ Thanks to everyone for making this an incredible delight to play through and totally worth it! I'll try to wrap up what I have going on backtagged of course~]

♐ Alchemiter

[equestrian-envy.livejournal.com]

Who: Alternian Trolls, humans and human like creatures related to SGRUB/SBURB
When: Present
Where: The Internets
What: Equius' project update
Rating: PG for possible swearing

( Let's get this over with | memo )

"one"

[haki.livejournal.com]

[ the journal picks up loud chewing, luffy's made himself comfy down in the kitchen. which is horrible since he's making a giant mess on the counter. countless plates stacked on top of each other and he's been using the same fork, knife, and teacup since dish number one. ]

[ anyone passing by within the kitchen will get a 'hello' and maybe a little bit of food thrown at them... since luffy's cheeks are full and gross ]

dah'HOOOOOOO!!! di'sh ISH DA'H BEST!! [ a few pieces of spit out rice and chicken... fall onto the journal ]