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[Well, having procrastinated for entirely too long on this, and having to dig up some names he forgot, Ivan has decided to go ahead and take care of some business.]

( Coraline )

( friends & acquaintances )

( The Doctor )

It's been... quite a month, hasn't it? I had all these things I wanted to say about it, but now that I've finally gotten to it, I don't really feel like I want to anymore... Funny how that works.

[A pause, and then:] There's one thing that's been bothering me, though... How is a supermarket different from a regular market, and why would there be a song about taking bags there? ... Or did I just make that song up suddenly...?

pumpkinbutt

( Lancelot )

( Ivan )

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[Finding out that the children are alive is only a mild comfort. He's still not sure what can be done to find them, or what he personally can do to help. All he's done so far is flip through inconsequencial books, drag a robot up three flights of stairs, and have a weird prophetic dream... none of which have gotten him any closer to feeling useful. So when he does find something, even though he doubts its merit, he goes ahead and posts it. He feels bad harming a book, though, so he tears the page out as neatly as he can before pressing it into his journal.]

[Filtered away from Slenderman]

Uhm... I've found another picture of him. I don't know if it helps, but maybe there's something in there that we can use. It was in a book entitled "Weird Photographs." [he pronounces the last word kind of oddly since he isn't sure what it means.]

( Not cut IC - photo of a teenager in a gas mask peering up at a graffitied fence. )

I didn't see him at first. He's on the left, in the mist. [pause] Come to think of it, wasn't there a mist like that around the blood tree the other day?

[he leans in, a little more enthusiastic.]

Actually, this could be something. Can anybody read what's written on the right there? "Land..." something. Or what that canister is behind him, or what that is on his head? He looks grown up, but the adults are getting put to sleep, aren't they? Maybe he ... maybe ...

[a long pause, followed by a frustrated sigh. HE'S GOT NOTHIN'.]

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( Halloween )

[And so, sometime that evening, Ivan finds himself in the Lux, waiting for Lancelot to show up. He's picked a booth kind of out of the way, and ordered himself something to eat, both to look inconspicuous and ... well, because he's hungry. As he munches at his dinner, he looks up every few seconds to see if his target's walked in...]

((ooc: It's just espionage, really. Open like an open thing~ Distract/interfere/get all up in his bidness/whatever :P ))

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[Ivan wasn't going to eat any of the candy hearts. He was going to heed all the warnings and be safe! But then his breakfast got spiked with AWESOMENESS, thanks a lot Barney.]

You know... now that I think of it, I'm not sure what all the fuss was about. Valentine's Day is awesome! I was worried I was going to get shot at, but nothing like that has happened at all.

[If you need him, he'll be wandering around the castle wishing people a happy Valentine's Day. He miiiight even let his guard down and eat a couple of those candy hearts. After all, they're awesome!]

((ooc: open for candy shenanigans, planned or unplanned! as long as it's fairly innocent like hugs or smooches. or y'know just regular CR.))

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Ah... the snow's gone, just like that.

[pause]

Um, is anyone thinking of going out? That is, to the outposts or anywhere like that, now that the weather's improved. If so - if it's not too much trouble - I'd be interested in coming along.

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What's going on? Everyone seems really... out of sorts, lately. Is it a loss...? [he might have assumed it was normally like this, but he's not the only one who's noticed it. murmurs: ] I hope it's not contagious...

[In the meantime, he's looking for pieces of Ada. Which amounts to wandering around the castle with Reveal turned on, and poking into odd places like plant pots, couch cushions, and under furniture. FEEL FREE TO FIND HIM ANYWHERE (but tell me where :3). Oh, also if you have any illusions on you he'll see through 'em at the moment. Just sayin'.]

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( Private )

[A long pause, and tapping the pen while he looks out his window. It's deceptively quiet at the moment, and hard to believe that such terrible things can be happening within the same building. Finally, with a sigh, he starts writing again, this time without the filter.]

I want to help. I can't just sit here doing nothing. I don't understand anything about this place even after reading about it. But a lot of people want to go home, and I want that to happen for them.

Doctor (any of you), Allen, anyone who's working to get home or find out more about this world, please let me offer my help. I know it may be dangerous, and there's a lot I still don't understand, but I'll help you in any way I can.

What would you like me to do?

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( Private )

[In trying to figure out what his loss is, Ivan has decided to go practice his Psynergy in a place free(?) of prying eyes or innocent bystanders. At Sora's suggestion, he's gone out to somewhere in the forest, where he's presently hurling high-powered lightning bolts and wind gusts at various unfortunate rocks and vegetation. It may seem random but he's actually got kind of a system going.

INVESTIGATE, Y/N?]

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Umm, I just wanted to apologize to anybody I might have offended over the last week. Either in person, or as a cat... I mean, I don't want to make excuses for it, or anything, but I was... really rude to some people, and I apologize.

[Filter: Doctor ???]

Thank you for helping me out the other day. - Uh, this is Ivan, by the way.

[Filter: Sora and Lily]

Sorry to bother you, but I have another question, if you have a moment...

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[This morning there is a human boy curled up on one of the couches, fast asleep. Ten flights of stairs is a bit much for a tiny kitten... but the loss wore off sometime last night, apparently, and he is back to normal.

... Except for, you know, still being caked in dried-up blue paint. Seriously it's like all up in his hair and his face and everywhere.

WHAT DO?]

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[Well, next morning, after he's done freaking out about omg suddenly castle, it comes to Ivan's attention that he is in fact hungry. But... he is still not sure what to make of this food-wishing-up thing, so he's decided to go find the kitchen.

It takes him a while, but he makes it... and is very confuse, because this does not look like any kitchen he knows of ever. MODERN APPLIANCES, WAT THAT? So he'll just be poking around and seeing what kind of weird things you keep in here...]

(ooc: OPEN LIKE AN OPEN THING. ♥)

sparkplasma.livejournal.com

[Somewhere, a journal picks up an understandably surprised yelp.] What the-?!

[There's assorted scuffling noises as he nervously investigates the bedroom. Eventually, he finds an odd book lying open on a table, and picks it up to get a better look.]

What's this...?

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