So, hey. Now that I've got the hang of this magic journal thing, and I'm not trying to keep aliens out of my brain, or suddenly deciding I'm the Chosen Warrior of Furniture Fort ...

Yeesh!... I know there are a few of you musically or otherwise talented folks out there. Anyone interested in some kinda talent show to-do thingamajig? I mean, I ( Read more... )

[ FRIDAY MORNING. sleep well, soldiers? or were you guys up all night getting teams/forts set and ready? YEAH, WELL. THAT'S NOT ENOUGH. YOU AIM TO BE THE BEST, BEST, BEST.. How will you do it? Set traps, ambush others, bomb forts and take what remains for yours?? EVERYONE is in the way towards your path of becoming the NUMBER ONE top dog. Go stir ( Read more... )

[ Did you guys sleep all right? It's the A.M. and ya'll are ready to get up and ditch the ballroom and start your day! ... But it's been hours since the doors have closed on their own and they still won't budge. The heck? ]

[ That's not all. If you take a good look around, it seems like the castle's turned the whole ballroom into a furniture ( Read more... )

[ It's 11 PM, you maybe just heading into bed or at least getting ready for sleep.. before you're suddenly 'poofed' into the castle's ballroom. Wait, what? Well, the castle decided to throw YOU special snowflakes a surprise sleep over! Why? WELL, CAUSE YA'LL DESERVE IT. And the castle is a hip-daddy like that. The place is pretty decked out[ ( Read more... )

I think I'm starting to get what people mean about this place.

I mean, really - a pep rally?! People still have those? Not that it wasn't fun, I just ... I'd prefer an actual theatre group, ya'know? Anyone doing a play?

[the sound of pages flipping as he looks through his schedule, fruitlessly]Not even a one-act ( Read more... )

Arright. So, basically, this is ... New York. No, really. I been thinkin' about it. It's Broadway stuffed int'a one building, only with, uh.

Demons. And lots of screaming people. And glass buildin's that appear outta nowhere an' hold, from the sounds of it, the weirdest auditions since that one Swedish immigrant tried to put his own spin on ( Read more... )

[over the journals comes the resounding -thud- of the lobby doors being thrown open, and two men in rather nice suits and very, very rakish hats come striding in. the larger of the two raises his voice to a volume that auctioneers would probably envy] Carmen! Roger! We’re here! ... Finally... Sorry we’re late, Prince Myshkin here had to wait ( Read more... )