[This entry is forward-dated slightly to midday tomorrow. The writing is still recognizable as Castle's, but the hand trembles a little.]

Promise ----> Alexis
Nikki ----> Detective Kate Beckett

I'm a mystery writer. Nikki- Kate- wasn't isn't my wife, but she's a homicide detective, and we're partners. I shadow her and help her solve cases ( Read more... )

Oh, so many choices, so little time.

Dare I place my bid on the lovely Nikki? Or perhaps expand my horizons and choose someone else to work my charms on?

Decisions, decisions.

[The writing is a little sloppy, but recognizable as Rick's neat hand still.]

Man, this mechanical arm is so stylin'. Makes it a bit hard to write, though. And this hat makes me look ready to go on safari and have adventures.

I think I will turn this into a short story. Edensphere Mechanical Safari.

So I heard it's Genius' birthday soon.

And it'll be my birthday, too! How about that?

Mr. Grift, would you mind terribly if a bunch of partygoers descended on your place sometime around 7 on Sunday? I'll bring the cake and they'll bring the cheer.

RICHARD CASTLE

[[OOC: The following is added later.]] That's my name, don't wear it out.

Don't everyone come clamoring for my autograph, now. I am trying to stay as humble and down-to-earth as I possibly can.

Oh, and nobody go down to the Wilderness with Charger. Stupid cheese-for-brains ditched me.

Sphere, I am disappoint. I expected loads and loads of ball jokes this go round. Do I have to start listing them myself? Don't let me down.

Or are you too busy dodging the things and having swordfights on the pirate ship?

Man, these little phone things are great. I now know what my next childrens' book is going to be- "Bernard Guesses Your Weight In Pigs". Or perhaps "Bernard And The Clacks", once I figure out what in the hell a clack is ( Read more... )

Well, Genius and I are both old ladies now, so at least we're in good company.

He hasn't stopped screaming for, like, 10 minutes.

[Derrick is his mother, Martha Rodgers.]

Tsk, tsk. Man-twin, I am disappoint. You still haven't gotten rid of your kitty ears OR your unicorn.

I tried to rent one for you, by the way, but they ran out. [Added in later.] And by one I mean "a unicorn", of course.

Attention to all my friends, peers and would-be stalkers:

Yes, I have talked to Promise, and yes, she knows she's my daughter now.

So you can stop talking about me or whatever the heck else it is you're doing.

Now Genius just needs to get his dorky butt back here and I can breathe easy.