thebestseller: (with promise - cheek kiss)
[This entry is forward-dated slightly to midday tomorrow. The writing is still recognizable as Castle's, but the hand trembles a little.]

Promise ----> Alexis
Nikki ----> Detective Kate Beckett


I'm a mystery writer. Nikki- Kate- wasn't isn't my wife, but she's a homicide detective, and we're partners. I shadow her and help her solve cases because she's the inspiration for my new series of books. I live in a loft apartment with my daugher, Alexis, and my mom, Martha. I'm famous, too. REALLY famous.

Alexis is waiting for me. I [There's a long pause here, and the writing becomes steadier, but slower as he carefully considers each word and phrase.]

I've made a lot of friends here. All of you have helped me through some tough times and been the best friends... and everything else... a guy could ask for. "Thank you" doesn't seem like enough at this point, not nearly. I'm never going to forget any of you.

But my daughter is back home. She needs me. And I'll keep having adventures. Not without saying goodbye in person, not without making arrangements first, but... I'm going home.
thebestseller: (alexis)
Really, really hate seeing my daughter and not being able to be with her. Not that I'd wish for her to be in a place like this, but still...

[There's a long pause before he carefully writes.]

Awfully nice how we all seemed to get memories, isn't it? And no getting stuck in stupid outfits or having music following us, either. I wonder if the tree's suddenly feeling generous?
thebestseller: (o you did not just go thar)
THAT OLD LADY I'VE CHANGED BODIES WITH BEFORE IS MY MOTHER.

This means that I HAVE SEEN MY MOTHER NAKED.

THERE IS NOT ENOUGH "DO NOT WANT" IN THIS WORLD.
thebestseller: (depressed)
[The writing is shaky, as though the writer were slightly inebriated, but still recognizable as Rick's.]

Don't mean to add onto everything else, but Nikki's gone.

As in disappeared.

[A clear drop appears on the page. Hmm.

Any characters who come to see Rick in person on the evening/night of the 17th will find him completely shit out of his head drunk and inclined to either not talk or mumble.]
thebestseller: (steampunk - flex)
[The writing is a little sloppy, but recognizable as Rick's neat hand still.]

Man, this mechanical arm is so stylin'. Makes it a bit hard to write, though. And this hat makes me look ready to go on safari and have adventures.

I think I will turn this into a short story. Edensphere Mechanical Safari.
thebestseller: (depressed)
Promise is gone again.

[There's a large tear in the middle of the page, then nothing more.]
thebestseller: (wine)
So I heard it's Genius' birthday soon.

And it'll be my birthday, too! How about that?

Mr. Grift, would you mind terribly if a bunch of partygoers descended on your place sometime around 7 on Sunday? I'll bring the cake and they'll bring the cheer.
thebestseller: (oh so slick)
RICHARD CASTLE

[[OOC: The following is added later.]] That's my name, don't wear it out.

Don't everyone come clamoring for my autograph, now. I am trying to stay as humble and down-to-earth as I possibly can.

Oh, and nobody go down to the Wilderness with Charger. Stupid cheese-for-brains ditched me.
thebestseller: (*ded*)
[[OOC: There's a smear of what looks suspiciously like maple syrup at the top of the page. Hmm. Also, Derrick is not affected by Mad Libs.]]

Here's a bit of free and sage advice, Sphere.

If someone offers to give you an Awful Waffle, DON'T TAKE IT.

It's not a food.

Let us leave it at that and never speak of it again.
thebestseller: (HURRRRRR)
Sphere, I am disappoint. I expected loads and loads of ball jokes this go round. Do I have to start listing them myself? Don't let me down.

Or are you too busy dodging the things and having swordfights on the pirate ship?
thebestseller: (0:-))
Man, these little phone things are great. I now know what my next childrens' book is going to be- "Bernard Guesses Your Weight In Pigs". Or perhaps "Bernard And The Clacks", once I figure out what in the hell a clack is.

...OK, so the concept needs work, but the point is I can't wait to see what other pearls of wisdom and inspiration this has to offer.

Oh, yes, and I look very very fetching in those nice robes you get in the Wilderness. I'm a Ravenclaw!

... place seems kinda familiar, though. Not TOO familiar, just vaguely.

[[OOC: It has been established in Castle canon that Harry Potter is indeed a real series of fiction books, so yeah. XD]]
thebestseller: (body swap - martha 2)
Well, Genius and I are both old ladies now, so at least we're in good company.

He hasn't stopped screaming for, like, 10 minutes.

[Derrick is his mother, Martha Rodgers.]
thebestseller: (cocky)
Tsk, tsk. Man-twin, I am disappoint. You still haven't gotten rid of your kitty ears OR your unicorn.

I tried to rent one for you, by the way, but they ran out. [Added in later.] And by one I mean "a unicorn", of course.
thebestseller: (I CAME)
Man-twin, pack up your bags. I, among others, have joined the elite ranks of the Guides and now have the illustrious job of welcoming naked people to this crazy hippie commune.

Which means we now get CUSHY SECTION 4 DIGS. Heat. Air. SPACE in which you can conduct your science and play with your star-friend. Let's get going already and into the lap of luxury.

[Hastily added in.]

Boss. Buddy. Pal. Section 4 only has two bedrooms, I'm afraid. So unless you like couches...
thebestseller: (breezy)


Coming soon- the touching tale of a pink sea monster and the one-eyed banana puppet that becomes her best friend and confidante.

The sequel to "Our Friend Nannerpus"... "My Friend Bernard".
thebestseller: (angsty)
Promise was my daughter.

She was here for months. My daughter was here, I spoke to her and had no idea who she was. No idea.

Now she's gone.

[There's a long pause.]

I really, really don't know how to feel about that.
thebestseller: (cocky)
[Referencing Derrick's mysterious delivery as noted here. Just- pretend the first sentence is changing color as he writes.]

Hey, whoever gave me this nifty quill pen and the ink? You're a peach.

[There's a pause as Derrick grabs a normal pen and switches back to ordinary ink.]

Don't want to waste the stuff, though. And the note you left with it doesn't make much sense. WHAT "coming storm", and how is spiffy color-changing ink going to help me with it? Unless sometime's trying to pull my leg and make me THINK it's about something. Quite a conundrum.

Perhaps I can make a special edition of "Our Friend Nannerpus" with this ink...
thebestseller: (writer's block)
You know what sucks? Making books. Jeez. There has GOT to be an easier way to do this, especially if I'm going to be writing longer stories.

But worry not for now. My hard work has finally paid off.

ATTENTION EDENSPHERE!


I am proud to announce the completion of my first masterwork, a story about a friendly banana puppet we all know and love, entitled "Our Friend Nannerpus"! Authored by me, Derrick, and illustrations provided by a lovely person who wishes to remain anonymous. There are limited quantities available... very limited... as in... they're not for sale right now, just to be borrowed. I don't seem to be able to catch the guy who runs the bookstore, so please stop by my place in Section 3 if you're interested.

AND YOU SHOULD BE.

Play nice, everyone~ we'll all get a chance to read it eventually.

[[OOC: And there you go! "Our Friend Nannerpus" is a short childrens' story about Nannerpus and his pancake-giving generosity, and I don't feel like coming up with the whole thing so- ah, feel free to make shit up? XD There will be 5 copies floating around (there were 6, but he saved the first copy for his man-twin, awwww) all put together and hand-written by Derrick, with illustrations done by an NPC.

ALSO, HAVE A FREELY-GANKABLE COMMEMORATIVE ICON]]
thebestseller: (earnest)
So- a query for the esteemed residents of Edensphere. I hope it makes sense.

Is it normal to see someone or someTHING that reminds you of something, even if you don't know WHAT it reminds you of? I've experienced that sort of feeling recently, and for some reason it's really bothering me. Not even tasting like whipped cream can make up for it.

[[LATE OOC Addendum: Derrick has no idea that he also helped investigate crimes on the side in his pre-ES life, so Stoneface's murder is pinging the shit out of him for that and he has no idea why and it BUGS HIM OKAY. He won't say that directly, though.]]

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