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jamesholmes.livejournal.com

[First of all, for all those James has decided to get gifts for, they'll find them outside their door today.

James meanwhile is camped out in the lobby, a glass of milk (with pitcher), and a pile of potatoes nearby, some pealed and half carved into the vague shape of a bird missing limbs, others still intact. James himself has a potato in hand and is working diligently on carving it with a knife.

And yes his hands are more cut up than he ever thought possible from this, little cuts but still.]

Never, throw a potato at an owl, or any creature resembling an owl...they tend to have the sharpest talons and know precisely where to strike to cause maximum harm.

...Or was it never throw a potato at a dog? Maybe it was soldiers on duty during wartime...[He's sounding totally serious as he talks, and there's no drunken slur in his words.] Anyway, the entire point of this is to never throw, the humble potato at anything, that can cause bodily harm.

((ooc: Open drunk post for James either through the journal or in person in the lobby.))

valorandmettle.livejournal.com

Who:

valorandmettle and

paradisa
What: After Legolas's "adventure" in Paris he finally awakens in Paradisa. He has reverted back to his natural state but finds himself losing balance and being a lot more clumsy than usual, something he had previously put down to being human.
When: Today (after everyone returns to Paradisa)
Where: The Pietas Tower
Rating: Suitable for all (but be warned, there is some big angst in this post :x)

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cricketycricket.livejournal.com

Who: Peace Patrol Current Members & Interested Parties
What: Peace Patrol meeting!
When: Friday afternoon
Where: PPHQ, in the basement
Rating: ... IDK, depends on how mouthy people get? YMMV.

((OOC Note: I decided to do this meeting as a log, so that people can tag themselves in and have this count toward AC, and such. Use whatever writing format you're comfortable with ... there will be sections for specific discussion, just as in previous meetings. Tag where you like, and HAVE FUN!))

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jamesholmes.livejournal.com

[The voice coming over the journal today is slightly embarrassed sounding. Yup this is long over due and he's finally getting to it.]

I, would like to apologize to all who may have been harmed in the course of the loss I was under, not too long ago. The time, well let me only say I have changed since that me and my present self. Most notably to those I may have, presumed to be involved in something they were not.

...And no I am not currently under any loss, even though the beard was a part of it for those that may ask. I just thought a change in my appearance would be nice with the time of year. [Yes he is in the process of growing out his beard, don't judge.]

[Alan Bradley]

[This isn't written actually, but there is presently one fancy looking cake outside of Alan's room. Very well decorated, and with a card under the plate.]

The card says: In thanks for your understanding when I was not myself.

[But if Alan cuts into the tasty looking cake? It's not a cake, it's a large, car washing sponge decorated up fancily. Harmless payback Alan.]

longaevus

Who: Helen Magnus & James Watson
What: Helen wanted time. It's been four days.
When: Saturday November 5, early afternoon
Where: Initially James' room
Rating: An odd British swear?

( made your choice )

huntersdaughter

Who: Anyone!
What: Trick-or-Treating through the castle and the city, PLUS a party at the Lux.
When: Halloween!
Notes: Backtagging = Welcome. [brackets] = Welcome. Prose = Welcome. Costumes = ENCOURAGED. Sections = FORTHCOMING.

Halloween wasn't always Jo's favorite holiday. To be honest, a day of the year where all the creatures and monsters she'd been trained to hunt down and kill being a novelty item was a bit unsettling. Mostly, she blamed it on the fact that not many kids dropped into a bar during the holiday to ask for candy. After the first year in the castle for the holiday, Jo changed her mind about the whole thing. Granted, she had missed out the previous years activity where all the decorations came to life. It was possible that she was tempting fate by decorating the Lux in the theme. Maybe she wanted to get her monster massacre on.

Now it was a tradition of sorts. Caterina had gone home, but she was hoping to rope someone new into the position of child wrangler with her.

The kids were to meet at three in the afternoon in the lobby of the castle. Jo had a list of all the residents that were going to offer up candy to the kids and the businesses. Considering last year, she wanted to be better prepared. Thankfully, there were only seven floors this year and it seemed the elevators were in perfect working order.

Once they made their rounds in the castle, they'd head out (through the leaves) to the city. A few businesses had opted to join in on the festivities and Jo wasn't going to let the kids hard work on their costumes go to waste.

After the trick or treating was done, they'd head back to the Lux where the kids were welcome to trade candy amongst each other or trade it in for something else at the Lux (where Jo had plenty of candy -- unless Dean ate it all).

Of course, once it hit nine o'clock, most of the kids would've filtered out and the bar would shift its focus to something of a more grown-up event. Halloween themed drinks and different foods were available and for the most part, it was just meant to be a good time for anyone that wanted to just hang out and drink.

gwaine.livejournal.com

Who: Gwaine and YOU
What: A medieval man in a casino. This can only end well.
When: Second day of Diwali, fuck yeah
Where: Ballroom-turned-casino

Sir Gwaine is going to punch Allen Walker.

The temperatures have taken a very noticeable downturn so wandering out shirtless is not a very good idea lately. However, neither does he want to stay in the house overlong. Gwaine + work ≠ happy and work is what Arthur has been piling on after the braining and kidnapping fiasco.

Unfortunately for him, the only clothes left in the house today were these. Or so Allen a little too cheerfully informed him before basically shoving the shirt over Gwaine's head.

Yep. Gwaine is going to punch Allen. But that'll have to wait. The foreign sound and lights of slot machines are doing a very good job of distracting him right now.

jamesholmes.livejournal.com

What? What is this?

[And with that voice is this music playing repeatedly.]

Wait, so I have to choose, one of them...I see now...

[...James is playing Satchel Monsters Aqua Version, on a Game Boy Color so he could see how it works while he messed around with it. No he doesn't know what he's doing.]

Alright, fire, water and...wait grass? Grass isn't an element, just where does that bloody come in?

[And yes he's arguing with the game, talking at it really, oblivious to the fact that he left his journal open as he tries to play this game. So all of you can hear his dilemma about picking his starter.]

And there are more creatures in this bloody game so why only three to choose from now? Surely it would make more sense to have more variety.

[And while you are all being given this narration through the journal, James is seated in the game room, dressed still as his proper Victorian self, attempting to figure it out. In fact there is also a half taken apart laptop nearby as well, he's been busy.]

electric-coils.livejournal.com

[Greetings, Paradisans. We hope you are having a totally normal day, because Nikola Tesla certainly isn’t.]

My God…

[But wait a second. This doesn’t sound like Tesla at all. For one, he has never had that Serbian accent before.]

James, Helen…where do you suppose we are? I’ve never seen such a place before in my life…

I haven't the faintest idea where we are...certainly not home.

[If you go to the lobby, you’ll see three people standing together, three people who might be very familiar to the castle population. But they’re look very different than usual. For one, they’re all dressed in authentic Victorian-era clothing. Helen now has blonde hair, James looks younger, and Tesla is now sporting a rather subdued hairstyle and a mustache. They all seem very perplexed and rather out of place.]

Do you think that he transported us here…?

[Tesla falls silent as he thinks about that.]

No, then he would be here to greet us, no doubt. No, this makes no sense at all…

Yes he would, be here, he did not do this. Or if he did then it is some elaborate ruse. [James sounds more serious then normal, more on edge.]

Stay close, the both of you. Who knows what we will find here.

[ooc: Loss start! Feel free to chat with the group as they try to understand what in the world is going on. Also, this is an account I’m going to be using for Victorian!Tesla since I do not have the icon space on my regular journal.

James is in this color for the post. We'll all tag into replies, Kerry will later with Helen. Right now she's quiet, and rather shocked.]

jamesholmes.livejournal.com

((OOC: If you guys are Sanctuary fans and have not seen the Season 4 Premiere do not read the private filter cut as it contains spoilers. The comments may as well. If you don't watch the show, feel free to read and wonder!))

( [Private (Spoilers for Tempus) )

I find myself curious, for those of you with information pertaining to a friend's fate and future, how do you tell them? Or do you not and decide to, respect certain boundaries? I mean here, and not back in your own world, though if you are in a similar position there as well, I would be interested in knowing that as well.

[A little later James writes in two filters.]

[Helen Magnus]

I, need to talk with you pertaining to something, going on. It is nothing life threatening, but, I would like your aide with it.

[/filter]

[Nikola Tesla]

My room, to work on it yes? Or would you like to, change where we work?

[/filter]

jamesholmes.livejournal.com

[Unlike normal James is preparing himself a meal down in the kitchen, his journal next to him as he adds the finishing touches to it. Yes he can cook, and no do not try stealing food from him, he also knows how to use the knife near him, and touching the bottle of wine nearby is not a good idea either, there's a reason he's in the castle kitchen and not one of the room ones.]

There are certain skills, that others seem to think are of little importance. It makes those who have them, and do them well, famous or at least of note. Which is a terrible shame really, if we all took some time to, add on to our skill set we would see something more to this world then what we do. Skills, experiences shape us after all, and here more then anywhere, I do think we would be best in expanding on what we know of the world, or at least in how we see it, learning a new skill would aide in that I do think. Or learning to appreciate the skill of someone else, and how they view the world, it, has a way of making you think of things that others may not. [It's an observation more then anything really, and he's not really expecting a comment on it.]

[With that he gathers up his food which is now finished and, after cleaning up his mess and picking up the plate, bottle of wine, and a glass, he heads off to the lobby, journal tucked under his arm until he sits down again in the lobby, off to the side to watch the other residents go by. It's something he hasn't had the chance to do in a long time, people watching, and he fully intends on taking advantage of his brief downtime, as far as he's aware Helen's asleep and there's a note up there telling her and Nikola where he is if they want to find him.

Journal on the table to his side with his food for the moment, he pours himself a glass of wine and waits, eyes roaming about the room like always.]

((OOC: Open over the journal or in person, either in the kitchen, lobby or somewhere inbetween!))

longaevus

[ Room 609 ]

[ It had been a long trip around the castle, especially finding ways of keeping the young girl entertained. They'd been to the kitchen, the library (which hadn't lasted long due to its size) and after trying to find other places in the castle Helen had eventually taken River back to James's room where it would be easier to keep her in one place until her parents found her. She was definitely feeling more than a little out of practise ]

River?

[ Mischievous was definitely the word for her ]

[ Amy & Rory Pond; written ]

I found River wandering through the castle. I've brought her to room 609.

[ ooc; backdated to september 10th. I know I just posted hiatus too, sorry guys :( I'll try and get this on my phone ]

jamesholmes.livejournal.com

[Hello Paradisa, hope you weren't planning on a quiet, peaceful day were you? Or you know at least one without someone pitching a fit about something. Because there is a loud, very upset, very grumpy sounding Englishman's voice coming through the journal, which has magically opened itself because of the draft from the door of the Clinic. This was supposed to be a private rage moment, not open to the public, so he's rather oblivious to it.

Yes he's in the Clinic yelling, don't judge, his roommate is currently attempting to sleep he hopes and it's the only place he can think of that not many visit.]

So you let her arrive here, bring me from the brink of death, only to have her die and have no way of stopping this? You let her hide it from me, because what, we're all a bunch of bloody useless pawns for your endless amusement? Because if that is the case, then you need to learn your damnable priorities, this is hardly an amusing situation at all!

If you would like amusment however, bring the bloody bastard here! Let him see what he's done and go through the same bloody damned thing as her! She doesn't deserve this, and damned John is again the bloody cause of it all so bring him too! Energy being or no, hundred years ago or not, he still had a hand in this and he deserves to go through it the same as her, the same as myself, the same as even bloody Nikola! If you want true amusement, then bring them here, do not gloat however in any damned castle way you can and watch us run about trying to save those who we care for, the only thing you are doing is making a tolerable situation worse.

[This next part is said rather resigned, rather tired sounding as the rage just is gone after that outburst.]

If you would like someone dead then bloody damned well take me instead, I'm already dead after all, but it doesn't work like that you cruel bastard does it? No, no, if she goes home she'll just go through the same damned thing only with both those bloody bastards there...and I'm dead so who the bloody damn hell knows who she would go to for help there.

[A few moments he walks over to the journal and doesn't even think about looking up and seeing his words, instead he just writes in a filter.]

( [Nikola Tesla] )

[After that he is going to quietly go back to rereading test results and going over other tests he had rerun on various blood samples. He's very botherable really as the door to the Clinic is wide open and his journal is open as well nearby, he's paranoid like that.]

((OOC: Forward dated to mid-morning after the Headspace Plot. He's open to be bugged over the journal or in person, do whatever he probably wouldn't mind being dragged off really for a distraction, or you know things over the journal. Open to any and everyone!))

jamesholmes.livejournal.com

[When you first walk into James' room the smell of chemicals is a touch overwhelming really. There is medical equipment scattered about, all from an age long sense gone, James' native Victorian era, along with scattered equally vintage science equipment as well. A chalkboard in the back of the room is full of drawings of what appears to be the internal layout of a living creature, not quite human as it has tusks and a few different organs in it. On a table in the center of the room is the creature in question, dead and laid out as if in the middle of an autopsy, though the open organs are at least covered by a thin sheet so as to not scare away guests that happen to come in.

Working away at something in there, or picking at the books lining the walls of the room from top to bottom, is a very old fashioned looking James. He's not really paying attention to what all is coming through the door as his eyes are glued to something that holds his attention, but he doesn't seem unapproachable at least.

In the back of the room is a rather plain looking dark wood door, and on the left hand side of the room is a bit more elaborate door of the same wood. The only difference between the two is the one on the left is easier to get to while the one in back has quite a few things just placed near it to provide a bit more resistance, not that you couldn't get to it just that you would have to climb over things and such.]

( [Second Room] )

( [Third Room] )
( [Back Door] )

((OOC: Open to anyone and everyone, real! James isn't in his head just the avatars. Real James will be wandering about the castle proper. IF your character is not in that first room do please put it in the subject line of your comment so I know. If you would like your character to get by the Fire Elemental (only a select few will, it's how much he trusts you to get through it) and are unsure if they will be able to, let me know through IM or Plurk we can figure it out.

But otherwise go trolling through his head, really. He's a nice guy so don't fret over it, even if he doesn't know you, he doesn't bite.))

longaevus

WHO: Helen Magnus & James Watson
WHAT: It's Helen's birthday. She'd be happy to ignore it but James isn't quite so kind.
WHEN: August 27, early-afternoon
WHERE: Begins in the Clinic
RATING: They're polite Victorians so... PG

( there was nothing else like it )

jamesholmes.livejournal.com

( [Rory Williams] )

jamesholmes.livejournal.com

[James is sounding oddly tired considering he hasn't been up to much recently, well not physically at least. But he also sounds, slightly excited really.]

If anyone would like to learn another language, I am more then happy to teach you, if you would like. As a precaution of course in case things happen again like they did the last few days.

I am in room 609 if you would like to come now or we could discuss it over the journal of course.

I do have to say though, it makes me wonder just what all actually controls this places translator. And just what exactly controls it in general...perhaps an overload of new languages coming in meant it had to shut down? Or was it to just, throw us a conundrum after, everything else that has occurred, a little fun after all the serious business that has recently occured?

( Felix Harrowgate )

( Nikola Tesla )

( Sakura Haruno )
[True to his word James is sitting in the room with several piles of books around him as he sits in a rather comfy armchair, journal open nearby with a cup of tea near it as well. What all he's excited about is really anyone's guess.]

((OOC: Open like anything over the journal or in person in the room. Even to ask him why he's excited, really all up to you.))

jamesholmes.livejournal.com

[ James is sitting down in the lobby, neat stacks of two or three papers on a nearby table as well as an open violin case, the violin sitting on the couch next to him as he finishes clipping together another set of papers with a paper clip before settling it down next to the others. The papers are all medical questions, some worded differently on the different papers then others. Various pens and rulers and such are scattered over the table too, as if he worked down there instead of up in his room on them.

No they're not done, but he wants a break from making up forms as his eyes are bugged by it all so he takes up his violin, conveniently knocking over his journal to the floor and causing it to open, as he takes bow to string and starts to play Barcarolle from The Tales of Hoffman the music drifting over the journal as well as the entire lobby.]

((OOC: Open both through the journal and the lobby. Harass, steal his forms, do whatever! Takes place after this.))

jamesholmes.livejournal.com

[With a very undignified grunt, Watson manages to at least sit up and then look around the place, obviously something like a lobby if the decor and such were right, and well its Watson so he ends up just observing the area round him, even noticing the obviously open journal nearby, and even if he is dead acute observation is still a strong skill of his. This of course means he has to get away from the wall and stand up to go to the journal which just so happens to be on a table near a couch. So journal listeners and folks nearby watch as his worlds greatest detective curses and growls as he struggles to stand thinking he is alone, noticing the lack of his ever so handy brace.]

Now just what is going on here? If this is some sort of afterlife then it is a very interesting one, taking away my device and giving me all the pain, oh how cruel fate. [This is said after he manages to stand on relatively stable legs, and he oh so carefully makes his way to the couch and sits on it before picking up the journal, glancing up above him first just to drink in all the details] Oh now, that is an impressive chandelier, I wonder how they got it up there, would take quite an effort to do so all things considered...[Yes he is seriously trying to figure that out, so there's some quiet mutterings and musings here before he looks down at the journal and starts to thumb through it, trying to figure it all out.]

Now, this is either some very elaborate thing going on in the afterlife, or some, Cabal scheme, or, this journal is actually telling the truth and I am in some, other, world. [Sounding very skeptical here as he is after all talking into a book and he really doesn't trust the whole it's magic explanation] So, if this thing works by voice entries as it seems to, then just where am I exactly? [He'll start small then well work his way up to more in depth questions, plus well his voice is starting to show his pain a little and he can't stand for that.]

((OOC: Open! First post and James is in the lobby, he's also obviously talking into the journal so have at him in either place? XD))

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Entries tagged with james watson

Case 11: New Years

Awakening

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Case 10: The Mysterious Cake

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halloween ] [ trick-or-treating with a side of party

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Case 9: The Amazing Device

eighteenth twist of the coil

Case 8: Improbable Musings

Case 7: The Milling People

seventh examination

Case 6: The Unknown Yell

Case 5: Headspace

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Case 4: Settling In

Case 3: The Offer

Case 2: The Case of the Mysterious Music

Case 1: The Case of the Living Detective

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