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Heard an interesting little thing about my friend Flack's most recent loss? Mean all the other things this place has been doing to him? Seems like it's got an issue with him.

Gave him a dress, made him a doll? Come on - that's gotta be a pattern.

messer

Alright, so I guess it's real cute - someone signed me up for the Bachelor Auction. Of course I think I know who it was. See I can do a bit of detective work too you know? Told Anya I was thinking of signing up and she assured me not to worry, that I was already on the list.

Taken care of, real cute.

So now I gotta know - what am I supposed to do for this thing? Mean any real idea how this is gonna go down out there?

messer

[here castle have some connect the dots looking dots on the page before he finally figures out which name to filter a post to! .. .. ..]

( Montana )

messer

[Danny like some of the others that had been at the Shooting Range had opted to stay behind. They'd been safe so far, and Don was mostly worried about Rose it seemed. They'd go out and find her, bring her back and the castle would just take her and drop her off somewhere else. It was a helluva time to have a loss like this. Danny had been keeping an eye on the journal, listening for Amanda or even her friend Marc, and he was a bit worried that she was too quiet]

( Amanda )

[ooc: Danny stuck around at the Shooting Range since some of the people didn't want to move past the barrier and Danny figured he'd help keep an eye on people sticking around - so this is also open for anyone at the shooting range still as well to come up and bug him]

messer

[do you hear that Paradisa? It's silence.... and oh no wait... there is a low rumble of something in the distance, but it's not the howling of a train as in a tornado overhead. There's also a dog barking to get out of the cellar... so open those cellar doors and welcome back to...

PARADISA!!!

Oh... but you're in the Insolitus, and the Castle is mad so it's raining and crappy outside, and oh yeah... you can get your own damn clean clothing and food. It's on strike]

RUFF! [says Danny's dog that he did get to keep as it stares at the lot of you in these mazes]

[ooc: END PLOT -- OPEN POST]

messer

I'm not sure what to think of this, but I'm working on this Eliot guy's farm here and there's been a lot of dogs around. Most of it I figure is the ones that the people from the castle own, but see I know I'm seein' things cause my dog is here.

I mean... like my dog from New York. I mean it's great to see him, but I'm worried he'll get stuck behind when the castle goes back.

How'd you people with the dinosaurs do it?

Speakin' of... where are your dinosaurs now?

itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com

Bruce Wayne Hosted Event
Ballroom "A"

Sunday June 21st ~ 5PM until 11PM

( BRUCE WAYNE PARTY -- ALL DETAILS UNDER HERE -- SUNDAY 5PM - 11PM )

messer

[has just received his tuxedo for the event courtesy of the castle...]

So even if I didn't say I was gonna go to this thing I still get a tux? Seems a waste of dry cleaning.

Looks sharp though, just not sure it's gonna actually get a shot at getting any real use.

[ooc: It's Friday! Gowns and Tuxedos have been delivered to everyone that hadn't gotten their own yet for the Benefit on SUNDAY]

messer

Who: The Boys aka Adam, Danny, Flack
What: Beers at a tavern in the City
When: Late Thursday Night
Where: A tavern in City Royale
Rating: PG13

( Just Three NY Guys that live in a castle... )

messer

[still confused on finding out what his loss is, Danny has been thinking way too much. Trying to figure out how people cope with something missing from their lives here, and if taking advantage of that -- somehow is disrespectful to the ones back home. So of course, while sitting on the steps of the grand staircase in the lobby of the castle Danny writes a question in the journal]

If you don't remember this place when you go back home, and while you're here you don't remember someone is more important back home -

[pen tapping as he's not sure how to write this at all. How do you ask if you've forgotten a friend of yours is really your wife and she's going to have -- or had -- your child if you should move on with your own life in the castle without sounding like an ass?]

flack

[recorded accidentally -- Flack's still in the clinic, and he wakes up with a groan, hand coming to his head. It hurts like hell, and either wants an aspirin the size of Montana, or for someone to just shoot him and put him out of his misery. Montana. Heh. Monroe would appreciate that]

What the -- where am I?

[Then it all comes rushing back to him. Jess and that son of a bitch Dunbrook, and the whole mess. Then the fact that he was back. Back in the castle, back in this fucking place, where he can't do anything to help catch the son of a bitch who took her away from him. He's really, really starting to hate this place, and he plans on telling it so, not realizing that the journal's open]

No, no, no, no, no, NO. Send me back! You damn --

[and he's shifting on the gurney, burying his face in his hands right before noticing the journal and the next sound would be the sound of Flack throwing the journal into the wall. It's a few minutes later before he picks it up and slams it closed, making his way out into the hallway and back into the castle. Watch out anyone who's in his way]

[Open post!]

☻ pissed off

messer

( Flack )

( Amanda )

messer

[holy raining cats and dogs or something ~ have Danny Messer - T-shirt, Jeans, Soaked, in the lobby shaking his journal out]

Heh. Man - thought New York rain storms were somethin' else, that beats all.

messer

Alright. So I got the hang of the book, I figure out the whole [airquotes abuse plus tone to match] wishing [/airquotes] for things that you kinda need. The ghosts still creep me a bit, but I'm gettin' over it.

Flack's the only one I know here though and as much as I love the company he provides? He just goes on and on about the people he knows here.

So figure this is good as time as any to say Hello. So if anyone would like to have a drink I'll be in the bar [a beat] with the book thing, havin' a drink.

messer

[he woke up confused, and knocking things over. Namely the journal off the nightstand which closed it. He spent the past hour trying to get anyone to pick up, but got busy signals for all the numbers on his cell. He checked the room out though and swore he was gonna give up drinking if it meant he'd end up with a prank like this being played on him. A bit of page flipping though makes him wonder where the hell he's ended up and while he's not sure of the entire situation he's willing to try anything considering what's on the most recent pages of the journal]

Right. [a long sigh]

So this is some sorta... [rakes his hand over his features] Yeah even I can't wrap my head 'round this one. I'm talkin' to a book. I gotta be in a coma somewhere. Swear whoever didn't make me stop drinkin' is gonna hear from me when I wake up.

PARADISA LOST

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