[Prime is sitting in town with his journal opening. He is sipping a cup of hot cocoa cause..he likes it. Leave him alone.]

[A woman can be heard screaming]



[Prime isn’t paying attention and said thief bumps into him and falls to the ground. Prime nearly spills his hot cocoa but he manages to catch it before it hits the ground]

[The sound of Prime’s freeze breath being used]


[The woman runs up to him and hugs him for stopping the thief..but she causes him to spill his hot cocoa on himself]

[More freeze breath here]



[ooc:

Prime

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Thief

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Woman

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If the castle wants us to think of this as home ... why remind us of everything that would make us feel as though it isn't?

There should be an order to this. Not finding one. No pattern. Not even a set amount of time between occurrences, as usual.

Beginning to think that whatever rots might finally be broken, somehow. ... Dangerous thought.

Okie.  If anyone needs me, I'll be in the barn, far away from the castle, with Lida and my metal scraps.  I've seen enough.... triangle hats, stale cake, and everything for my lifetime. 

Sp-Spira's never had anything this scary!  I might throw away this stupid journal, while I'm at it... it might help.  [ There is a soft neigh as Rikku whimpers ]  Will someone please come down when the castle is normal?  Pretty please?

( [Crrowley and Barney )

[clearing her voice. And sounding much calmer]

Has anyone seen a sleeveless white shirt? It has a blue cross in the front. It's one of my favorite shirts so I'd love it back.

[ooc: Since she did take it off in Joshua's room it's likely to still be there. Or somebody could have taken it.]

[Despite the weird things going down and listening to a lot of people be crude all afternoon, Clark's in a general good mood. While he doesn't like the implications of being here forever, he doesn't feel particularly threatened –– life goes on without him, right?

So there he is in the snow, with his dogs. Shelby's nosing around the snow, and Krypto's running around with a tree trunk in his mouth. Yes, a whole tree trunk. He occasionally puts it down to bark his fool head off.]

Hey. [whistle] Krypto, shhh. The whole castle can probably hear you. And put that down before you break something.



[and then, written:]

I'm two for two on years where I've gotten a dog for Christmas from the castle. If this "here forever" thing is true, I'm not looking forward to running my own kennel.

[Agito is sitting in the lounge, tired, and covered head to toe in blood after playing around with the 'dinner' Kaito provided for him. he licks some blood off his hand, and it's clear to anyone watching that he's immensely pleased with himself. there's a nice trail of blood on the floor leading over to him; two thin lines from his A-T wheels. some of it is his, not that he notices, but most of it is from his latest meal. he hasn't been able to indulge like this in ages, and it feels nice.

there's some blood splatter on the journal as he opens it, waving a hand absently as he dictates:]

Oi, Bastard. Feel free to go pick up the leftovers.


[ooc; Kaito gave him a crime ring to maul as a random gift. :D]

So, hey, guys. In honor of the new year, I've decided that we're having a sale at the Wild Kat today. Buy one latte, get the second free!

If you mention the discount code "porn star" at the register, you get an additional 69% off.

[Filtered away from anyone under the age of sixteen]
[SOUNDS EXTREMELY STRESSED AND LKANDFGEWG SPEAKING WITHOUT THINKING]

Okay, let's get this clear right now.

My name is Apollo Justice, and I am not, nor have I ever been, involved in pornography!

Apollo just got called a lawyer/porn star IC, so that means we're making a giant chain of reaction faces for the sake of it. :D Contribute?

[she knew the Castle was going crazy, but she was content to hide from it and wallow in her own problems. Like any good budding alcoholic, Faye was at the bar, giving DeathMatch some business in these trying times.]

...wonder if it's gonna fill the whole place up with junk. We'll have to move out soon, head to the hills like pioneers. Push us right out of our sad comfy little lives here.

[muffled as she buries her face down on her arms]

'Welcome home' ...bullshit.

[the journal falls open with a light crash] --no, watch out for that!

[commence tiny but furious sounds of yapping and angry mewing] It's not nice to chase-- [sounds of kibble being flipped out of a food bowl and onto the floor]

Hallie! Stop chasing him. [yapyapyap] ...I said stop.

[....yapping pauses. Peace settles for a moment, until a very mischievous kitten-hiss, and then the whole thing starts over again]

Ral! That's not...!  [sighs]

[ flipping through the journal to see what he missed from the past couple of days... and realises that there's nothing to flip through. dictated ]

Huh. This thing has been quiet lately. We all too busy theorising on what the castle's up to with all this stuff lately?

...Can't blame anybody.

[ is sitting on top of Tsunade's head outside ]

Captain Hammer's Mun here, going to take a couple days hiatus away from the computer due to splitting headaches. Screen time may or may not be the culprit, but even if it's not, it probably isn't helping. I'll be back Friday, and probably be making quick checks in between (so addicted to the internets!).

This effects Captain Hammer hammerismywhat

( private )

Has anyone tried bargaining with the castle, before?

I lost something that I can live without, but it's incredibly frustrating. Incredibly.

I doubt it'd be a good idea to ask the castle for anything when it's wigging out, anyway. What if our bodies were actually in pods out in a world that's been overtaken by super-genius apes and this has all been some kind of virtual reality dream, like we've been forced into a computer program? What if all of these dead dinosaurs and Grande Menaces were just glitches?

... Well. That's kind of a depressing theory.

[Retroactively private-filtered; (Basically, an accidental post available to be seen for a minute or so until she found out about it. Or you can comment on the large splotch of black all over your journal page. Whichever.]


[Private]
Ah...

The fifth?! Already?! B-but I--

I...

Ah, I-it isn't that important. Just a day, after all. [Soft, sheepish laughter] Does--does it even count here?

I-it's a little hard to imagine I'm another year--

[A pause as she glances at her desk and the open journal]

E-ehh? Why are you--!

[These are the frantic sounds of someone scribbling a filter as well as everything that was recorded into illegibility.]