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Today is exactly like yesterday, except for the fact that it seems bits of the castle's library have exploded all over the place. Pages are fluttering about every time a breeze blows through the halls. Scrolls are tucked away in strange places, where there weren't any the night before. There's even a stone tablet or two placed in doorways where people are bound to trip over them.

Catch a page, pick up a scroll, take a good look and you'll notice that each one seems to be a fragment of someone's past, present, or future. A true account of their life, and every single snippet of these biographies seems to be about someone currently living in the castle. Once one has finished reading, they might just be gently compelled to seek out the subject and return it to them, and they'll be all but led to the right place.

Don't blame the tall skeleton with the scythe, he didn't do it. These things happen.

((Your character's biography can be written on anything from stone tablets to scrolls to regular old modern paper, as the real biographies are in Discworld canon. ~~Because some people here are very very old.~~ And if you want it to be all illustration or take the form of a comic book, go for it! Feel free to post a top level in this post instead of making your own if you'd like!))

ashkente

Someone's been festive all over the ballroom. Lights and little paper sausages are strung up everywhere, there's a decorated potted tree and...

One of the castle skeletons has given up his normal black robe for a red and white one, and has a sack to go with his scythe. He's even wearing a fake beard, somehow. There are so many children running about here, and no real Hogfather in sight. So. There was only one thing he could do.

He's going to sit in this chair all day--the cake is sure to be remembered and some poor presentless child is going to wander in for sweets. And these children aren't creeped out by skeletons. Here's hoping he inspires smiles, not tears and screams.

It was one of the best nights of his long, long unlife, taking the Hogfather's place. It's only natural he'd want to do it again in a place it won't break reality!

(Because that's bad and tends to get Susan angry with him.)

((Blame Pokemon Moon for this being a day late. Let me know if you don't want him giving your kiddo whatever they ask for! ~~He's Dᴇᴀᴛʜ. He does what he wants.~~))

parttime_reaper

Tonight, just as the sun starts to sink below the horizon, the castle has another newcomer. And she’s not terribly amused.

Today had been the first day of summer holiday. It had been predictably quiet and nothing at all extraordinary. It wasn’t until she was heading out into the muggy Ankh-Morpork evening for a stroll past the chocolate shop -- not to stop in, of course not -- that she rounded a corner and found herself here.

For a woman who always knows Where she is and, as such, Where she is going, this is a certain annoyance.

Residents of the castle may be surprised to see a young woman with a rather stark expression on her face just walking right through the wall like she owns the place. After two doors leading to, frankly, impossible rooms, she’s convinced it’s just easier this way. She’s dressed all in black. Her hair looks almost like a live thing, frizzed out around her head in a white aura with one thick black streak through it.

Whatever this place is, it isn’t the Discworld, and she knows that for certain. A different place calls for different rules, and that includes taking up her less human abilities to get a grip on what’s going on.

And at the top of her list is getting some kind of weapon, be it a fireplace poker or a wrench or something. She wants to hit something with how very… silly this place seems to operate.

[[ooc: Just kinda getting this posted now, since things will be a bit hectic until tomorrow afternoon. Tags might be a bit slow, but I'll be here!]]

ashkente

Good afternoon, Castle. There's a new arrival, a seven-foot-tall skeleton in the ballroom sampling the sweets. He may be the most unruffled newbie to arrive on the floating island in quite a long time. Those who can remember events before they happen tend not to be surprised very often, and this is nothing more than a vacation for him. No Duty to do at all, for he doesn't have dominion here. He hopes it'll be restful and possibly even pleasant.

He's going to try a little bit of everything in the room, in no hurry. For any witnesses, it's a bizarre thing to see. Food goes into his mouth, isn't chewed at all, and must go somewhere, because it's not ending up on the floor. No matter how long he's watched, it's going to remain a mystery as to how he swallows and where it's ending up. Best not to ask, you'd only embarrass him. Some things ought to be kept private.

(Of course, skeletons eating food can't be anything new here. Hopefully no one will stare at him too long.)

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