[Splish splosh splish splosh... yes, that's the gentle sound of water sloshing back and forth. And then the journal page wells up with liquid. Yep, Tyki tipped some water on the page.]

Goldfish are sorely underestimated, you know.

For their potential for amusement... they're quite colorful. And flavorful.

[Splosh.]

( Joshua. C )

( Room filter )

[Somebody sounds like he's having a dull time.]

How festive. And how paranoid some seem to be when this place changes up the tune a bit.

Personally, I can't say the new outfits are all the way my style. But the way some behave it's as if a new wardrobe is the worst thing that's happened to them in ages.

[For anyone down in the Peace Patrol ( Read more... )

[ooc: Tyki is in prison, but for the purposes of this event he's unconscious in his cell, with a subconscious projection of him conscious in his room. He's confined to the space of his rooms, however, and unlikely to be doing harm to anyone ( Read more... )

( town; )

( Icecrown Manor; )

[Faye is at the end of her rope-- this much is clear in her voice as she addresses the journal while she works. And just what is she working on, you might ask? Ineffectually rattling a pin around in the lock of this damn magical door, that's what]

Hey! ...You guys who mysteriously escaped-- you better not have forgotten about us! That goes for the ( Read more... )

 ( Therapy filter! Meditation training. )

( Therapy Loss Filter )

[Filtered within the happy therapy building of love and various other emotions]

[Crowley's got bored, guys. You shouldn't of let that happen, because a bored Crowley makes his own entertainment. While you guys have been whining or even breaking and actually sharing crap with the jokes that call themselves therapists, a certain demon has got his ( Read more... )