[Oh, look. It's Howl's room again. A familiar sight by now, isn't it? But what's this? How odd, there seems to be something different. And, perhaps, that could be contributed to the roses. Everywhere.

[There are whole vines of them, embracing the cabinet, overrunning the desk, splashing up the walls. The dangling windchimes on the ceiling are being ( Read more... )

...I wonder.

Would anyone here happen to be interested in a wizard's services?

[See wizard. See wizard with black hair, (hasn't re-dyed it yet, derp /o/), today wearing a coat consisting of fairly subdued gray and lavender patterns.]

[See wizard sitting at a table in what appears to be the recreational area.]

[See wizard put the finishing touches on some sort of...misshapen ball of metal about twice as large as a marble.]

[At ( Read more... )

[With a click, the feed turns on, and you're greeted with the mild, cordial tones of a man. A perfectly sensible, civilized man. A man that couldn't possibly be capable of throwing such a pretentious thing as a tantrum.]

[Oh, no, heavens spare the thought.]

...To those residing in room 3-23...and any others in the immediate vincity, I suppose...

I ( Read more... )

[In that magical sort of way that everybody hates, the Guide snaps on of its own accord, and you’re greeted with Howl’s room - though now considerably less disheveled, with thanks to the efforts of one Miss Sophie Hatter]

[For once, there doesn’t seem to be anything going on. In fact, Howl isn’t in the room at the moment. silence reigns supreme, ( Read more... )

[Everything in Howl's room is, predictably, airborne. Books drift about lazily alongside sheets of paper and mechanical parts, while the wardobe is slowly revolving sideways, and the bed is several feet off the ground. The odd windchime devices on the ceiling now hang in a state of halt, the metal pieces attatched to them shifting and glittering.]

[ ( Read more... )

[carefully neutral enough, though there is a very slight edge behind the tones all the same:]

Ah, Valentine's Day. Odd, that even in the outer reaches of this realm it should be celebrated. Then again, considering the nature of this place, I shouldn't be surprised.

[pause]

Regardless, whomever might have paid thought to decorating the corridors of the ( Read more... )

[Howl sits there in front of the camera, frowning slightly. In the palm of one hand is a fish that, despite its small size and lack of expressible facial features, still somehow manages to give off a sullen air. It wriggles around a bit in his palm as he considers it gravely.]

Bydew awron. Diddori.

[Raises his gaze back to the screen thoughtfully ( Read more... )

[the first thing you see when the feed clicks on is this]

[The spider cautiously inches down off the camera lens to stare at it suspiciously with its eight eyes, tipped off by the recording light that pops on along with the video feature.]

[In the background you can make out scattered papers and books taking up the landscape that the spider's ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on, aaand there's Howl. Or rather, the view of brightly-patterned pink and violet fabric that heralds his ever-present coat.]

[He shifts slightly, and the angle changes to something a bit more enlightening; the arm of a chair, and the view of a ceiling bordered by towering shelves of books. He seems to be in some secluded corner of ( Read more... )