Sebastian † Michaelis
10 February 2014 @ 02:07 am
I see that I have found myself in a most curious land. If someone could lend me some assistance, I would be most appreciative.

{It's not within his nature to become emotional. Some force brought him here - some force greater than him. Therefore he will use his current predicament to his advantage.}

My name is Sebastian Michaelis and I am the Head Butler of the Phantomhive family.

{Though the family consists of one Earl. At least until he marries Lady Elizabeth.}

Should my name sound familiar or should the name Earl Ciel Phantomhive sound familiar, I wish for you to contact me as soon as possible. Thank you.

{He keeps it short and courteous. Such is the manner of a refined butler.

However, after some thought, he adds:}


Was it Davy Jones himself that brought me here? It would be a rare opportunity to meet him.
 
 
Zeff
10 February 2014 @ 03:01 am
[The script that starts appearing on the page is neat and precise if a bit dark, the pressure being applied getting across extreme irritation which would undoubtedly be in the writer's voice if he were talking.]

Other worlds. Magic journals and gems. The Grand Line made more sense even on its craziest days. Even the Devil Fruits follow more logic than this whole mess.

Seeing as how finding one of these gems is the only way back and those idiots are more likely to sink my restaurant the longer they run it without me, I'm looking to sign on as a ship's cook. Sooner rather than later.

[And the writing stops as Zeff snaps the book closed and tucks it under one arm, hobbling along on his peg leg towards the market. He may as well scope out what's available so that way he doesn't have to waste quite so much time before his ship has to sail.]

[He's getting too old for this mess.]
 
 
Thatch
10 February 2014 @ 04:00 am
[there is the sound of party noises. Music and cheering in the background and when Thatch speaks his voice is slurring all over the place.]

Lemme...

Lemme tell you somethin', listen close... listen really close.

When you got...when you got no home...you gotta make the best of it... Even if it means you can't find your pants cuz the women took 'em. They gave me some shorts though and it makes my ...my ass look great.

But more t..to the point... Enjoy...Enjoy your time even here without regrets cuz you never know...you never never know when there will be a knife in your back.

[a long sloshing sound as if he's chugging straight from the bottle and then, loudly]

Cheers, Marshall, you son of a bitch!

[Thatch is staggering around Deesuko Ballia in said shorts and looking very much the worse for wear]
 
 
Dakota Perkins
10 February 2014 @ 11:50 am
[Sometime at midnight, at the turn of February 10th, new arrivals to Empieza (should they open their journals) will be greeted by friendly red letters splashed amongst the usual rabble that take up nearly half a page: ]

HELLO NEW ARRIVALS

[The rest is...honestly a lot less than Codi would have liked to write concerning this place, but there's only so much she can do with limited space--especially since now she has to replicate the message on fliers, which have been pinned to most available surfaces on the island proper. Hopefully those will get to the people who don't see her post in the next few days, to avoid some of the confusion of her first attempt last month.]

[In the meanwhile, she tries to be brief.]


You may be wondering where you are, or what you're doing here! The short of it is that you've been kidnapped by a pirate named Davy Jones, and the only way we know of to get out of here is to search for shards of a red gem known as the Piedra Roja, which are scattered around. Supposedly, if we put them together, we get a wish of some kind--and I don't know about you, but I think we would all like to leave.

Your first order of business should be to check your pockets, if you have any. If you do, you should find a good amount of local currency there; use it to buy a room at one of the local inns on Empieza, which is the island where you are, some food and clothes if you need them. At night, it would be a good idea to look for signs to the Blackwater Brig--the shopkeep, Miss Margie, is extremely helpful and has a lot of useful items up for purchase.

If you haven't run into them already, Captain Dave Strider and the crew of the Sinewave--myself included!--will be around the island looking for new arrivals such as yourself. They are there to help you and make sure you stay safe. In about a day or so, you will see an entry from someone called Scurvey Dog. DO NOT ask her questions--she will not be helpful, especially if you ask her things that we can answer instead.

From there, you should start looking for a crew to join. The locals will keep you for about a week before they force you to leave, and seeing as we're surrounded by ocean, you had better have a boat to stay on. We will be happy to fill you in on the different crews and what kind of people they're looking for, as well as answer any other questions you undoubtedly have! We are always willing to help.

Wind in your sails,

Dakota Perkins and the Welcome Committee


[And as this is technically signed by the group--by Codi's hand, of course--she expects them to jump on any questions that are missed by her watchful eye. It is a group effort, after all! But, in the case where the journal entry is missed and the flyers are found instead, Codi will be making frequent rounds of the town square and other key points of the island in search of the especially lost or confused. The ginger woman is hard to miss--she's tending to the posters, after all, and is also being followed closely by two tiny, feathered dinosaur hatchlings, who will probably greet anyone who approaches her before she notices they're around.]

[She's not the only one--one Captain Hustledaddy is also making his rounds in the town square, and much more impressively.]
 
 
Denzel Quincy 'Crackpot' Crocker
10 February 2014 @ 03:33 pm
Alright, Turner.

[Denzel hits the word 'Turner' with vengeance before continuing on with an accusing tone and sounds like he's pointing a finger. When Crocker gets to the word 'I' his voice turns rather ominous before exclaiming. ]

I know you’re the one behind this. And as soon as I - Mr. Denzel Crocker find you... I’M GIVING YOU AN F! And stealing your - FAIRY GODPARENTS!

And then wish myself back to the twenty-first century and then - RULE THE WORLD!

[This cues the maniacal laughter. There's a pause indicating an after-thought.]

Either that or wish myself out of Moby Dick.

[Action]

[Anyone on Isla Empieza will spot a man who is clearly out of place with the locals. From his white collar shirt down to his fancy dress shoes and tie. Not to mention a strange metal box that fits in his hand. He seems to be on the prowl for someone or something, which in all is probably answers. He's very clearly not amused about all of this as she gripes under his breath.]
 
 
Draco Malfoy
10 February 2014 @ 04:31 pm
Dear magical journal thing that I'm feeling slightly more ambivalent towards as of late even though your pages are continuously filled with useless drivel that I can't be bothered to read,

I recently acquired a broom.

It's not as good as my Nimbus back home, but it'll do.

If anyone on my crew needs me — ha — check the skies.

- Draco Malfoy

P.S. I also purchased some chocolate frogs but one of them seems to have gone missing. Do feel free to alert me if you hear any out of place ribbits on board, but really, they've usually only got one decent jump in them so he can't have gone far.
 
 
ASCH ✝ THE BLOODY
10 February 2014 @ 05:04 pm
[audio/action]

[Asch has been stuck on this island for one night and he already hates it. It's not even a particularly nasty island, but this town is full of people who don't want anything to do with him-- and he doesn't want anything to do with them, either. Plus, when he asked about people dying, he got a door slammed in his face. Rude.

Having figured out that the journal is capable of both recorded and written communication, he's taking advantage of it while he lingers in the town square.]


Is there no one on this island who knows how to operate a boat? I have enough money to buy a small ship, but hiring crewmen is impossible. These people won't even take gold for it. This is a seaside community; having no one who will steer a boat makes no sense. They're avoidant on purpose.

[He hmphs a bit.]

Finding a company of competent people is going to be harder than I thought.
 
 
Regina
10 February 2014 @ 07:05 pm
[ Anybody around Isla Empieza will find a super-short blond girl casually floating above the fountain, leafing through the journal for a moment. After a few moments, wherein she quickly grows bored of it, she begins to dictate to it. ]

What's the point of giving us a book to talk to each other? Can we trade this in for a cell phone instead? The book smells like saltwater.

[ She quickly changes subjects, though, and her bored attitude makes way for exuberance. ] Hellooo everybody! My name is Regina! I'm looking for the Pretty Cures. If you've seen them, bring them to me. I'm at, uh, the big fountain. [ ....Pause.... oh, right. ] Please.

If they're not here, then I need to get back quick. So somebody take me on their ship so I can find that whatchamacallit stone and get back, okay? Please! [ Hey, she remembered please that time!

And now, Regina waits. Surely, everybody would flock to her with offers to take her aboard their ships, right? Or better yet, her friends would have arrived with her! Yeah, that'd be best. Hopefully they'd come to her, though, then she wouldn't have to fly around and look for them.

...Yeeeah. ]
 
 
Guy Cecil
10 February 2014 @ 07:10 pm
[If you're anywhere near the Empieza town square, you might come across a blond young man sitting on the edge of the fountain, examining his journal. Flipping through the pages, turning it nearly inside out, etc.

If you're not there, you'll hear the sound of paper rustling, as well as somewhat intelligible muttering as Guy accidentally activates the voice function.]

..do you operate this? I feel silly talk--

[Some unidentifiable sounds, then, much more clearly:]

Oh, here... Hello? I was told I can use this to communicate, but I've never seen any recording fontech like this before. Can anyone hear me?

[Ahem.] Anyway, the locals have been, ah...less than helpful in explaining where exactly I've ended up. I know the name of the town, but it's not one I recognize.

I guess...if anyone has any info, my name's Guy and you can contact me through the...this book.

[Preferably before he tries to take it apart.]
 
 
Yuri Lowell
10 February 2014 @ 07:34 pm
[One thing that Yuri is particularly good at is ignoring Flynn when he’s being yelled at for something that isn’t his fault. It’s why the tail end of a statement by Flynn is suddenly picked up while Yuri opened his own journal only to notice it’s blank. How strange.]

What did you do, Yuri?!

[Despite that, Yuri’s voice remains calm even though there’s an inflection of annoyance in his voice.]

What am I doing here? I don't know what I'm doing here. All I was doing was climbing that tower to find Duke. Now I'm here. Maybe it's what did you do?

You're asking me-- [and then realization hit] Did you do something on the Tarqaron.....? Did you activate something--? I know Miss Mordio was with you but...

I didn't activate anything! Unless those stones were something that teleported us. But those things were moving rocks to clear our path, not teleporting us to hell knows where!

Then we have to find Miss Mordio to figure out a way back-- .... wait, Lady Estellise....

I'm sure she's fine. [Though he might be worried too, just not as outright as Flynn. They only need one of them flailing around.]

We won't know that until we find her.

What makes you think she's even here? You weren't with us in Tarqaron and here we were all snuggled up together like some messed up sleep over.

I don't know how we got here but if she's not here then we must find our way back as soon as possible.

That's one thing we can agree on.

[Everything ends there since upon agreement, Yuri closed the book. Nothing really too interesting about a book with one strange entry with all the others being blank.]

((ooc: Yuri is purple and Flynn is blue))
 
 
Selphie Tilmitt
10 February 2014 @ 07:39 pm

*There's a rustling of blankets and paper, the sounds up someone curled up with a book, which would be quite right*

So, I found this book of love poems I forgot I had. Figured I should share some since it's nearly lovers' day and all!

*And she'll proceed to very carefully read several choice poems from the book. She pauses in places for dramatic effect, gives longing sighs where they're need, and giggles after reading any that hint at more physical kinds of love. Really, these are enjoyable and enthusiastic readings*

There ya go, lovers! You can use them to share with your sweethearts, and you are very welcome!

Oh - if you wanna hear any others or wanna borrow the book to read, just let me know!~

 
 
Mako
10 February 2014 @ 07:47 pm
[Never has he felt more dumb in his life than looking at his journal and trying to believe that talking to it is going to let him talk to other people. Running a hand through his hair, he lets out an awful sigh. It's not true, he has felt dumber. Half of the things his brother's managed to drag him into in the past have been just as bad if not more so.

Whatever.

His tone's forced as he speaks to pages.]


I don't know if this is working, or if I'm looking like an idiot in the town square. [He's banking on idiot and is grateful Bolin's not here to witness it.]

My name's Mako, I'm from Republic City. If that even means anything to anyone here. The Piedra Roja is why everyone's on ships, right? Does anyone even know how big the thing is?

[Does anyone know how stupid he feels for talking to a book? Because he does, and it's climbing to the point where he just wants to slam it shut.]

Either way, yeah. Good luck to anyone finding it. Just wish us all home, okay?
 
 
☯降水竜 - Kōsuiryō (dragon princess)
10 February 2014 @ 08:40 pm
[ Kosuiryo's found a nice place to sit on the edge of the fountain, her journal open, a fork in one hand and a pen in the other. She's smiling mirthfully, obviously very happy and perhaps a tad overexcited. She's been this way since she first woke up in town and found that she was not in her room, in her bed, in the Ryugujo, where she'd fallen asleep the other night. But to wake up on the Surface?

Something Wonderful.

She writes: ]


To my good hosts,

This child would like to give thanks for this wonderful chance you have given her. I never dreamed that such a wonderful thing could happen, but this chance I have been given is real as my father's throne!

I hope my good hosts do not mind if I remain on the Surface. I will do my best to help your efforts and if there is anything you need of me, ask, and I will do what I must to get it for you. You have the word of the Water Dragon Princess.
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Judith
10 February 2014 @ 08:55 pm
So I simply speak into the pages, hm? Oh, then maybe I should've rehearsed something before I opened it.

[A smooth, sultry voice speaks, and while there's an audible edge of annoyance to it, at the same time it sounds as if the speaker doesn't seem to be truly taking the situation for all it's worth. There's a lack of confusion present, the only tip that she may be a new arrival her inexperience with the provided journal.]

I've been told by numerous people here that I require a boat to return home, but that it won't be enough to just sail it. This isn't like any place I've seen, so that would make sense, but that would be where the sense ends. [A thoughtful pause.] I can't say that I enjoy being abducted, even if there's some kind of underlying purpose. If they'd have just asked nicely, then I may have said yes.

[It should be plainly obvious that Judith is a woman who speaks bluntly and to the point, the task taking importance and not her name, where she is, or how she came to be there.]

But I still have things to do back home, so I'd like to fulfill this request as quickly as possible.

[optional action: Judith is currently perched atop a ledge overlooking the pier, eyes downcast as she scans the journal in her hands. She isn't expecting to see her friends and companions, nor is she expecting anyone to hold her hand. All attempts at contacting Ba'ul have squashed any hope she's had of that possibility.

She simply sits, silently contemplating her next move, her spear perched across her lap should anyone appear dangerous. No one has yet, but she isn't willing to take the chance.]
 
 
Hidari Shotaro
10 February 2014 @ 10:31 pm
[It's a voice recording, though it takes a few seconds for any sound to come through. There's a sigh and the voice is clearly that of an agitated 20-something male.]

Pirates? This isn't really my style. Someone is going to way too much trouble to pull one over me.

Man, what a nuisance. If you were going to kidnap me, at least have it make sense! Where am I! Aughh! And why the journal? This is entirely too much detail for someone's hollywood fantasies!

At least common pirate tropes still allow for your egregious hats.


[Philip's voice is very abruptly to Shotaro's left, muffled by his knuckle being set upon his lower lip.]
And you're asking the wrong questions in the wrong place. The journal is for communication, it's hardly responsible for the kidnapping. As to where we are, it seems the town is named Isla Empieza, which seems to be some sort of play off the Spanish term empezar, meaning to start, open, or begin.


[There's a loud scoff.]

Those ratty, salty excuses for hats don't even come close to comparing to my hard-boiled hats of the trade, Philip. I--PHILIP!

[Oh good, you finally noticed him. He lifts his head away from his hand and splays the hand in something like a wave, grinning.] Yo, Shotaro.

HAAAAAAAAAAAA! What are you doing here!? How did they get us both!?

[The grin quirks at one corner and he chuckles for a moment.] I've already exhausted most resources to figure out what happened, and it seems the lore on the supposed perpetrator leads him to be quite a fearsome person. Though previous to now, and even given the situation, I have my doubts that this "Davy Jones" even really exists.

[There's another scoff.]

It's probably some small time crook taking on a name much bigger than they are. Aaaah, what a pain. I guess we have no choice but to take the case, Partner.

[ooc: Shotaro ([personal profile] countyoursins) in black and Philip ([personal profile] keyworddouble) in green! Shotaro has no idea what he's doing with the journal so feel free to laugh at him. They're both by the fountain so its open for action tagging!]