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[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

[Bela was just walking along, minding her own business, when gravity suddenly stopped working. So here, have a shrieking Bela as she floats up to hit the ceiling, the chandelier, and anything else that might be up there.]

What on Earth -- ow!

[And that bang is her hitting her head on the ceiling. She's on the first floor, so feel free to find her if you want to attempt to help her, or mock if you're a Winchester.]


[Open post.]

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[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

[while she would usually take an opportunity like Paradisa to sleep in, it IS Cassie's first day, so bright and early exploring is in order –– not that she wasn't up very late anyway, with her friends and all.

Hey, look, a shrieking Bela on the ceiling! She flies up to Bela's level and offers a hand.]


... Need some help?

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

[looks up, wide eyes]

Yes, please!

[she's kind of floundering here. not used to being weightless]

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

Alright!

[She takes Bela's hands and drifts down to the floor, pulling Bela with her]

How did you end up on the ceiling, anyway?

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

[eyeroll, as she tries to settle on her feet without bouncing]

To hell if I know. The castle probably decided it would be amusing.

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

I take it this castle does that a lot?

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

It does, but -- not usually this -- often. Things have been a little crazy for the past few weeks.

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

Any reason why?

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

[eyebrow raise]

You must be new. And no, no particular reason. Usually it's just because it feels like it.

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

I got here pretty early this morning.

I heard it was alive, but it's kind of hard to shake the idea that it's just a building.

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

It took some for me to get used to the idea as well, but the castle very much has a personality all it's own. And a rather twisted sense of humor.

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

Hmm. [pensive pause] What else has it done?

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

In this month? There was a day where there was a day where people were forced to smile, a day where there was nothing to eat but pound cake, people have had name tags stuck to their foreheads, the castle was turned into a doll house, they had us sell girl scout cookies, Pi day, a day where we were forced to confess things -- I think you get the idea.

Before that we were held prisoner on a space ship and attacked by zombies -- we're left to the whim of the castle and whatever it wants to do with us.

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

Kind of makes you miss boredom then, I guess?

And no one's ever beaten it, or gotten to what powers it, or anything?

[destructivetype.livejournal.com]

[Thirteen hears the sound of someone slamming against the chandelier and rounds the corner, eyes wide when she sees someone floating on the cieling.]

Are you okay?

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Thirteen.]

I'm floating on the bloody ceiling, do I look like I'm alright?

[destructivetype.livejournal.com]

You look like you're inconvenienced. I asked if you were alright. As in hurt, not annoyed. Can you recognize the difference now?

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

[slight growl, hands pushing against the ceiling]

Yes, I'm fine, I'd just -- like to have my feet back on the ground.

[destructivetype.livejournal.com]

[Rolls her eyes as she scans the area for anything that might help.]

Do you know where I can find a ladder down here? Or a rope?

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not sure where --

[well, Bela's wish is the castle's command and down to the floor she goes, landing with a slight crash smack on her ass. She winces slightly in pain, before swearing slightly under her breath.]

Damn castle.

[destructivetype.livejournal.com]

[An amused smirk nearly creeps its way onto Thirteen's face before doctor-ly instinct sinks in and she feels compelled to rush over and help.]

Jesus Christ, did you break anything?

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

[starts feeling herself over before shaking her head]

No, I'm afraid it seems that the only thing damaged is my dignity.

[destructivetype.livejournal.com]

This castle seems intent on damaging that for us all.

Your sparkling personality is still in tact and I'm assuming you still remember who and where you are so I doubt you have a concussion.

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

No, I'm fine, thank you. And I'm sorry about -- before. Being screwed with has a way of making one lose one's temper.

[destructivetype.livejournal.com]

In that case, I also owe you an apology. It's far too easy to bring out the worst in me.

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

I won't hold it against you. I'm rather well known for my short temper.