[Dictated:]

Is this the first time this has happened? Being separated and taken away from the castle, I mean.

[A pause.]

You don't think this is permanent, do you?

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[Dictated:]

So, uh. Anyone have an extra suit? I may have gambled mine away last night.

[ Kid's managed to track down Death and invite him out for some foodf. With that out of the way, he pulls out his journal and makes a quick filter. ]

[ Pharos ]

I'm going to have dinner with Death. Do you want to come along?

[ After that, he gets ready. Keep it casual. Jeans and a black T-shirt. There may or may not be a skull on the back, too ( Read more... )

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Ugh...

[Guy groans as he stares in horror at the large ship in the distance. He knows he'll have to get back on that damned boat soon, and the thought of it makes his stomach turn. Which is a pity, of course, since he's spent the past few days lying in bed, trying to calm his poor, seasick tummy down.]

It figures that the moment I started feeling ( Read more... )

[Nora's never tried building a sand sculpture before, but she knew the basic principle and figured she could improvise the rest. To hell with just a sand CASTLE, what fun is that? It's cliche and you can't be as creative. So she's spent all day on the beach working on this thing. It was trial and error before she actually got the hang of it, but ( Read more... )

[Filtered Away From The Navy]

[the sound of a steel drum band pings itself pleasantly over the pages of the journal, faintly, above the sound of surf and chatter. however, though Mark's kicking it on Torre Shore with the rest of Route C, his tone when he speaks up is all business]Okay, guys, anyone who's still out there and not up to their elbows ( Read more... )

[Hello. This one hasn't been reading his journal. Perhaps for good reason, as knowing people he cared about were in danger would worry him to death. But that doesn't matter now. Now, there's a boy winding up and down the beach with his pant legs rolled up and a twig in one hand, which was drawing a whimsical curling line across the sand. He'd seen ( Read more... )