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3rd ⇨ dictated
so what if we care
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fourth problem [ dictated ]
look down [ frightened of the dark ]
New Year. It's what they called it before it went away, noted on January first. It changed many times, the year didn't used to be like this. The orbital period never changes but they changed the calendar.

It's different on other worlds. Orbital periods are longer, shorter. Different customs.

Persephone's is 121 days. It orbits Lux, the protostar of the White Sun system. It's hotter than Earth's sun.

New Year isn't the same.

ii. dictated
+ / what weapons
Hello, citizens of Paradise!

[ Lucrezia has figured out how to use the journals for recording her own voice, much amused by the magical writing. ]

I have little knowledge of new inventions--yet I am curious about the inner workings of this instrument, the one through which I am speaking to you. It seems close enough to a miracle yet it is a human invention, is it not? Much like the pipes and the cars?

I would dissect it myself if I am sure I can remember where all the pieces fit.

Thirty Five
[UA] Meaning of true love
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[ He pulls at the restraints on his wrists to test their hold and his own strength, wondering if he could just rip himself free, and it's then that he catches sight of his journal lying open on the bedstand.]



[[ooc: Loss officially over and De-Canonpump officially official!]]

the seventh loophole (backdated to paris plot)
[When you're an immortal smoke monster whose human form isn't exactly physical, sleeping isn't something you do regularly, if at all. Which is why it's very surprising when the man in black finds himself waking up at a desk in a conference room, unsure of how he got there in the first place. And he's wearing a really expensive-looking suit.]

What the...? What's going on?

[And then a man comes in, beaming like nothing else and holding some sort of file and speaking French.]

Monsieur Smoke! I finally managed to procure the file you requested on the Descoteaux case that is coming up.

[The man in black just boggles at him. It's not that he doesn't understand French at all- he does, thanks to the French group who was on the island many years ago- it's because he has no idea what is going on. He replies hesitantly in French:]

...That's not my name.

[A laugh from the man.] Of course it is! Look, it says so on the door.

[And sure enough, it says "Smoke, Tremblay & Merle, LLP". It's a law firm. He's the head of a law firm now. What in the world...?]

[Ignoring the man, he turns to the journal in front of him and speaks in English, sounding like he's rather in disbelief.]

Does this...happen often? Last time I checked, I was outside the castle...

[ooc: Annnd another backdated post because I was gone during Paris plot. I guess this thing is open for kissing? If you want to kiss the guy who is a homicidal smoke monster back home?? Whatever floats your boat. :I]

30th Seal Unlocked
[there's a hum before Dainn speaks.]

Indulge me Paradisa...do the events here repeat themselves? Aside from that wonderful one from Christmas, which I have gathered it always does. Also, has a Loss ever changed for someone?

[the journal is closed but it manages to catch Dainn muttering to himself.]

Ah, before I forget...

[meaning that if your names are Emil, Zelman and Grimorie Weiss, you're getting a late Christmas present from the creeper shadow. though he may have "forgotten" to sign the card on yours Weiss...oops.]

twentieth twist of the coil (backdated to paris plot)
you're boring me over here

"Fix the electrical systems like a good little person" they said. More like "here, let us take your dignity and kick it out of the window by making you work like some dimwitted plebian."

[Well well well, Paradisa. Thought you got this guy out of your hair? TOO BAD. He is back and out of prison thanks to the world change, but even though he's now able to run about and not stay in one place like usual, there's something that's really getting on his nerves.]

[The fact that he's now an electrician.]

Sure, sure, I can fix it. Why don't I throw in a few trip wires for good measure or short out the heater while I'm at it? Really, they deserve it for talking down to me. I wasn't made for doing this. I'm an inventor and an engineer. I should be having a high class laboratory. But nooooo, they made me a stupid employee of the electric company.


I can't even take a break to try some of the wines around the city...thanks a lot, Paradisa. You're really a ton of fun.

[And he'll just continue mumbling complaints under his breath as he goes around the city, fixing electrical systems with the enthusiasm of a clam.]

[ooc; Open for kissing like nothing else! Feel free to run into him in the city as he goes around doing his work. Sorry this is so late- I just got back from hiatus and missed the paris plot so this is backdated like whoah. >>]

002 - Dictated
Cock goes where?
I'm sorry if this comes off as a... strange question. But this place takes something from you when you arrive, right? What... kind of things does it take? While playing a game earlier I was having some problems with my coordination but I don't feel sick otherwise, and if it's due to this castle I'd rather know NOW then later.

...also, video games are oddly addictive. I think I'll have to try them again.

performance no.2
[Sitting on a bench outside in the snow, Len is bent over the journal the twins share, furiously scribbling away in it.]

So far since coming here, we've only met a few people, and most of them have thought we're weird.  I don't really blame them.  I think I'd be afraid of us if I didn't know us already.

[Rin, on the other hand, is busying herself by alternating between sprinkling snow in her brother's hair and reading what he's writing.  At this last addition, she snorts and speaks up.]

Don't be so down!  I think we've met some pretty weird people besides us, too.  Everybody here is kinda weird.  This whole place is kinda weird!

[Len scowls at her, but she ignores him and shouts into the journal before he can stop her, instead.]

Hey!  What do kids our age do around here?  There's lots of stuff for adults, but what about kids?  We're twelve and we used to be in a circus!

second chapter; [ dictated ]
[ The journal opens, and Twilight gives a small cough before addressing the journal. ]

Is this thing working? [ Oh, hey, writing is appearing! It is working! Welp, have another clearing of her throat before she starts then. ]

Dear castle residents,

If anypony was worried about the, you know, large and rampaging dragon, you don't need to worry any more. He's back to normal - a small and completely harmless baby dragon.

I know he took a lot of your things. Please, please don't be angry with him. He's really a sweet little guy, and I'm sure he'll feel very bad about everything once he wakes up.

Buuut if you have had something taken, please let me know. I've collected all of the things he took, but I'm afraid I don't know who anything belongs to. If you let me know, I'll be glad to drop the items off in your room, or you can come by and pick them up yourselves.

Thank you.

Your friend, Twilight Sparkle