Thirty Four Skidoo

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Screw you castle, and the horse you rode in on.

[ Crowley’s brooding by the duckpond, because it’s significant. He occasionally tosses some bread at the ducks, though because he’s not paying attention, they occasionally sink for a few seconds, before bobbing back up in a quacking fury. He’s pocketed his journal, he really doesn’t plan on talking to anyone]

[[ooc: Open post, go pester him if you’re brave enough]]

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[retroactively filtered to private, but feel free to have seen this beforehand]

[accidentally recorded, l-lol-- like the journal's been left on someone's bedstand]

Do not fear the dark... for in the morning, the world shall be as blue and beautiful as you remember. Even in times of deepest darkness, you shed light on others... You are truly special, truly strong. Let no one convince you otherwise.

... Sleep well, my son.

[Step step shuffle-- someone picks up the journal and leaves.

A few minutes later he realizes it recorded that.]

-- Oh.

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015;

[chocobuster.livejournal.com]

Valentine's Day is tomorrow...

That'll be cool.

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[the filter breaks and there's a bit of a shriek and a splash as she accidentally drops the journal into the tub. she pulls it out immediately, but it's dripping quite a bit and might get anyone else wet, too D:]

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[halfthemist.livejournal.com]

Mmmm.


[light pen tapping]

It's all temporary... right?


[Added in later]
Ah... that person. ...I wonder if he/she got out. The room was empty... when I got there.

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[redresolve.livejournal.com]

I really wish I .. [hastily scribbled out, but still visible]

Valentine's Day..

One more day left, the holiday really crept up on me. I've never waited until the last minute for gifts before. Whatever the castle has in store for us, I hope it isn't anything too strange. I'm not sure I want to deal with anything like the Christmas wreaths.

Even if it's a holiday devoted to love, I don't want to spend it involuntarily kissing people. Ah- No offense to those I bumped into during that time! But I don't think anyone wants to deal with something that awkward again. Did anything strange happen last year?

number fourty-six!

[commonerstyle.livejournal.com]

I don't think I get it. What exactly is Valentine's day? Commoners celebrate it differently, don't they? Everybody's talking about it like it's a big deal, but I don't think it was like that back home.


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[blockoutnoise.livejournal.com]

[and here's Neku, making his breakfast in the morning. And currently unaware of the heart above his head.]

((ooc: have at him, but I won't be back til later ♥))

0001 xx An Entrance

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[Accidentally Dictated]

-Yeah, I don't think- [the voice trails off, and then goes silent.] Ted? TED? TEDDY!

[The sound of a room being torn apart, looking for something or someone] WHOEVER DID THIS, YOU SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GETTING INTO.

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[Written, a while later]

Hello? Is anyone reading this? I don't know what's going on here, but ... I have to find the person I was with. Right now.

☀ 021

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If there is someone that you might li care about very much, should you get them a present for Valentine's day?

#6

[flack]

[Flack is investigating the kitchen -- alone, unfortunately. The person he was going to ask to go on this little adventure, he just found out, had gone home. He'd heard that happened, but he knew so few people that he never expected it to happen to *him*. Sad Flack is sad -- he did lose a friend. But he can meet new people. Or try, at least.

Anyway -- the kitchen. He actually hadn't spent much time there, shockingly, because he was too busy exploring the village, and finding what he liked there. You would of thought the kitchen would be the first thing, but -- apparently not. So here's Flack, poking around and generally being in the way. Growlithe's not with him this time -- a bit unsanitary, and he seemed like he was taking a rather intense nap -- so just one snarky New York detective looking for something to eat.]

[Open post. Have at him.]

[49]: A bit of brooding can be healthy

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor is up on the roof, doing a bit of daytime cloud-watching, and contemplating...oh, everything. Aang's death, and Aziraphale and Zuko leaving, which he should probably inform the castle of, but he doesn't want to be the bearer of more bad news. Valentine's Day is also on his list of things to brood about, and he's unaware of this whole colored hearts situation! He's got a nice pile of bananas sitting next to him, feel free to grab one. His journal's also open, in case Robin or anyone else needs him for anything.]



((ooc: Open post is open!))

xxxviii; ♦: ruby

[perfectlikeme.livejournal.com]

Valentine's already?

I guess it's not that big of a deal if you don't have anyone to celebrate with~

[log] ♥

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

Who: Pit (dafiteison), Meta Knight (metaknightly)
What: Pit accidentally shoots Meta Knight, with unexpected results :D
When: Feb. 13th
Where: the courtyard
Rating: PG, probably higher as it goes on olol

( 'Did you see where that one went, Sir?' )

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[imbecile.livejournal.com]

Woah! Who knew my portraits would sell so fast here?

I've already got a bunch of townspeople asking me for more.

[...]

I think I'll take my friends out to celebrate~ ♥

How else am I gonna burn through all this money? [X3]

55th feather

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

Ugh- there's something really off about my aim today. This doesn't make any sense!

Um, if you see any arrows lying around the courtyard or the roof or something, they're.. they're probably mine. I'm very sorry!

[twang... twang... and frustrated wing flapping. It's loss time! The courtyard is not a safe place to be if you're planning to be alone this Valentine's Day-- Arrows flying everywhere!

Alternatively if you wanna say someone got hit while standing on the roof, or an errant shot rained down and bonked them on the head in some other post, go right ahead!]

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[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

[the Master quite prefers Friday the Thirteenth to Valentine's Day - though both, he would like to point out, are silly Earth traditions, and he could go on and on about the meaning of the number thirteen in any number of different cultures, including some where it's held sacred. And there's the fact that Earth is really the only planet with a "Friday" - and why Friday, anyway? (Doing so would make him sound entirely too Doctor-ish, and we can't have that, can we?)

At any rate, Lucy is human, and Friday the Thirteenth seems nicely auspicious. So, dear Lucy, have two dozen fresh red roses in a crystal vase, complete with a card that's signed only with the impression of the Master's ring in equally red wax. (Red is the Master's second favourite colour, as cliched as he knows it is.)

Because it's a little ridiculous to send your wife flowers for Valentine's Day when she's decided to have her memories of you wiped from her head. But flowers for Friday the Thirteenth? Nothing wrong with that!]

[04]: Another day at the office

[mypondhasnofish.livejournal.com]

[Someone is lounging around in the courtyard, flipping through his journal when asdfl;kajsdf he is shot by an arrow!] Ow! Crap! [glances around for the assailant, wondering if the castle would give him a shiny new weapon, before the arrow's effects start to sink in~.]

Daniel? [taptaptap at the journal] Dannyboy? Space monkey? Hellooooo, are you there?

❍ 002 ~ I'll love you... all of you... I'll be your slave...

[iaskforsolittle.livejournal.com]

[~~]

[Jareth is venturing around the castle, taking in the scenery... enjoying the view... tapping his riding crop against his thigh as he walks, no it is not supposed to draw attention to anything around his thigh... it's your own fault if you look there! Though anyone that sees him will see a red heart over his head because he truly loves you all. Will do anything for you even, all you have to do is one little thing]

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( Gaang + Allies, and Peace Patrol + Friends )

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[herofanboy.livejournal.com]

This place.... has a lot of villains, huh?

What kind of hero am I?

Somebody

I


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ninety-six:

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[have a puzzled but rather flattered Lucy]

Someone's sent me flowers. Twenty-four red roses. There was a card but I don't recognize the seal left on it.

[she does a quick little sketch of the design on the Master's ring]

Thank you? They're beautiful, and they smell lovely. But you're a day early, you know. That awful holiday is tomorrow.

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[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Forest Filter]

[Allen is leaning against a tree in the forest, enjoying the lack of snow and taking a breather after his routine training. There was really no reason to rush back to the castle, so he figured he'd relax and enjoy the quiet for a little while...]

action.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[Zelman's hanging out near the castle entrance, leaning up against the wall, smoking a cigarette and looking fairly uninterested in life at the moment. Anyone who passes by to get out of the castle is likely to see the pretty-boy vampire loitering around, though he's totally unaware that there's a purple heart floating above his head. His default opinion of humanity isn't all that great, unfortunately.]



[[OOC: Open pooooost. :Db]]

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[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[Nill is fiddling around in the kitchen, and it looks like she's trying her hand in making chocolates of some sort! She got the gist of valentines day and wants to make chocolates for all her friends because she loves them all very much. In fact, since she's thinking about them, there's a lovely orange heart floating above her head~]

[she... doesn't seem too sure on the recipe, though. She keeps looking at it, then measuring something, and then looking at it again... And triple-checking everything she does... It doesn't help that she's a bit of a slow reader, but her progress in this endeavor is sluggish at best.]



[[OOC: Also an open post! In ur kitchen, makin' ur sweets!]]

Log 025: Declaration

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[The following has been retroactively filtered private, but feel free to have seen it before that.]

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[scribbled in much later]

...I hate you, castle.

((ooc: Yeah, someone got hit by Pit. Let's go die of embarassment now, shall we?))

:010

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[ have the sound of someone running away as the journal hits the ground, then silence as someone just stands there for a moment ]

...Oh.

[ a sigh and he picks it up, dusting it off ] Pity the one ultimately responsible for this is no longer here, I'm quite disappointed Paradisa.

016; [Lobby; Open]

[chocobuster.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't have any presents for anyone just yet; after all, the holiday is tomorrow. not today. so much for not caring about it or staying in his room, though... he comes across a door which he has familiarized himself with. Aerith Gainsborough's. but as he draws closer, upon closer inspection...the name over her door is gone. his eyes widen as he tries to piece together why it's not there. did she take it down? did she move?]

... ... ...

[knock. knock.]

Aerith? It's Cloud. ... ... [knock. knock.] Aerith? Are you there?

[he waits, hand lowered, he finds that the door is unlocked. oh why not?]

I just...

[...there's nothing here. as if she never even existed here. which could only mean...]

Sigh...

[she's gone. she's dead, alive, whatever time she comes from, back home, yet again. ... and he was still here. he couldn't find Zack, or Euphie... at least he had Luke and knew where he was. but... he closes the door behind him, never once looking back, there was nothing there after all.

Cloud's made his way down to the lobby now, bored and back to leaning against a wall again, masking whatever disappointments or sadness he feels with a neutral expression]

...hm.

[maybe his other was up to something, or maybe he could find Cid later; or end up inevitably meeting new people. whatever came first]

♥

[OOC; That is the default color for everyone, okay until proven otherwise. But if a friend he knows comes across him and he happens to secretly like them enough as a person, the color might change. ^^]

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[protects.livejournal.com]

[Hearts that reveal true feelings? You can bet Leon's all over this.

Shouldn't be hard to figure out who he's trying to track down, either]


[ Open post~ ]

® .014. figured it out

[banished_dame]

[Rose has figured out the whole heart thing at this point. She's a smart one that Tyler girl. That being said she's been trying to catch people she knows to wave hello, or just see what complete strangers think. Though back in her room she glances to her Horsea Rickey and to Vortex who she realizes she still has... which makes her realize once more that she should try and go 'see' the Doctor to give him back his pet, as well as 'see' what he thinks of her. It's better than asking, since asking never seemed right ~ she grabs her journal and filters it up]

[Doctor^10.5]

Hey, I still have Vortex. If you're not busy maybe I could bring her by? She does a bit of laying in front of my door here so I figure she knows she should head to you.

[/Doctor]

Dateless

[loislaned.livejournal.com]

[Lois is chillin' out at the Lux writing in a notebook that is not the journal. She is of course unaware of the floating heart over her head]


[ooc: lalala open post of opennness]

♥005♥ Friends or lovers, lovers or friends

[onlyamasochist.livejournal.com]

[She wakes up early, yawning wide with Chuck wrapped around her. Something she's gotten used to over the past few weeks. She gets up and heads into the bathroom to do her morning ritual; she rarely gets the time to herself anymore but she manages not to wake Chuck up until she's showered and sitting in front of the vanity she'd requested a while ago. She sees Chuck sit up.]

Sleepy head. [she teases lightly, then her brow furrows as she turns to look at him]

What's that above your head?

[ooc: Open to Chuck]

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[redresolve.livejournal.com]

[Open posts ftw. She's sitting in the kitchen with an array of pretty colored sheets of paper in front of her, cutting out cute heart shapes. They're valentines! And if one were to look closely, they would find she has already written the names of their recipient on them.

People she knows? Feel free to spot your name~]

[ooc; Placeholder! I'll tag back soon! Errands. D:]

5 Digivices

[friendshipping.livejournal.com]

Hey Matt, what are we doing for Valentine's Day anyway? [Sound of someone restlessly rolling around on a bed]

Hm...I don't know, I haven't really thought about it yet. It isn't as if this place has limitless options. [A slightly annoyed sigh, someone's tuning their new guitar] Do you have to do that? It's distracting.

[The rolling stops] We can just wing it though. It's not like we really need a date planned out for us.

[A sigh and an experimental strum that doesn't sound too good] Then why did you ask me what we were doing?

[A good tempered laugh, said in a teasing tone] You're kind of controlling sometimes. I didn't know if you had something worked out or not.

I might. Or maybe I'm not the type to celebrate Valentine's at all. Isn't it sort of a girly holiday? [He'll put the guitar down now, and turn to face him]

[[ooc: feel free to comment on the change~]

twenty-five: amor vincit omnia?

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

[Xander is going somewhere. There is a pencil behind his ear, some papers stuffed in his back pocket and some kind of... measuring thingy in his hand. The somewhere he's going is (in all likelihood) the forest to check out the site where he's going to be building Myotismon's new mansion.

However, at the moment, he's walking through the halls and hasn't worked out this crazy heart thing yet (predictably), so if anyone were to bump into him he would be of course game for a chat and the fun mutual wtfery]

[ooc: open post, also affectionately known as GET UR HEARTS before I go on hiatus. xD]

:059

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

( Lady )

...

Wow.

This place really is trying to drive me crazy. So castle, got any good ideas--aside from bleach--to wipe a scarring memory from your mind forever?

✖ 002 ✖

[insurgently.livejournal.com]

Denizens of Endsville! This magic castle has seen fit to give you love. Be wary, and let not the passionate fire consume your hearts, lest there be nothing left in it's wake. Not even embers! Ash is all that awaits you. Anyone turned to dust will soon be forgotten, because it is they who were unable to keep the flame eternal! Such is the weakness of mortals.

Valentine's Day is on the horizon, and everyone draws beautiful hearts for one another. Only Mamimi is without. To be unable to create fire for Cantido-sama - this is the punishment! Loneliness.

Mamimi begs for forgiveness, O Blessed God of Endsville. Let her go on a date! Give her a heart!


[ OOC; She's on the roof dictating this, not knowing she has a heart. Default color is black, because...she really hates humanity. >: Open post or journal post, just specify which. ]

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[baseballgeek.livejournal.com]

Does anyone know how-- [a pause, and then it's scribbled out]

( Filtered away from Gokudera )

[just to toss up an open post if anyone for whatever reason wants it, Yamamoto's also sitting in the kitchen PONDERING DEEP QUESTIONS eating?]

not seven; redux

[resplend.livejournal.com]

Nice to have my body back, but my room could have gone without the makeover. At least the ghosts are useful.

Friday the 13th. Isn't that supposed to be unlucky? Why is that? And what's with the hearts?

(no subject)

[vengefullight.livejournal.com]

[the following is hastily dictated, in a way that is very un-Lucian like]

Aaron.

I need to talk to you.

Immediately.

[and Lucian is running out of his room on the sixth floor to the eighteenth! Feel free to stop him along the way, and get a black heart in the process. Oh Pit, what have you done.]

(no subject)

[vitalization.livejournal.com]

[Accidentally dictated – Naturally she isn’t aware of the open journal sitting on the desk in her room. The soft rustling of sheets can be heard as the girl pushes herself out of bed. Her bare feet hit the floor with a soft thud.]

 

This... [pause] isn’t my apartment… [another pause, this one much longer] Really not sure... [her voice trails off.]  Is this a joke?

 

[Obvious confusion bleeds into paranoia and embarrassment – who would kidnap a girl in hello-kitty pajamas anyway? The sound of more rustling and opening cabinets and closets and shuffling of knick-knacks can be heard]

 

Hello? This really isn’t funny anymore and I’m pretty sure it’s not really all that legal considering kidna-- Huh?

 

{<i> More rustling as she picks up the journal and flips through it shaking it a little as she reads the pages with her dictated words on them.</i>]

 

This really isn’t funny.  

♘ The Thirteenth Move.

[eightpacts.livejournal.com]

[Emil's taking his time writing out some things in his journal. He's sitting at the counter in the kitchen with a sandwich on a plate and a glass of juice right next to him. Sadly, he's too busy with his journal to om-nom-nom on the sandwich. ♥]

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[OOC: Open post and rofl. Thirteenth post on Friday the thirteenth.]

08: And, yes, he's doing the dance moves too

[hermonkeyman.livejournal.com]

[It has nothing to do with Valentine's Day or Friday the Thirteenth (although some people might think it's their bad luck that he's doing this where they can hear), but Emmett has found a nice place to hang out and scare the small, fuzzy forest animals. And by scare, I mean sing. Rosalie told him (one time, in the 1950s when they were still engaged) if he ever tried to serenade her again, she'd tear his vocal cords out, so... here, castle, have Emmett serenading you instead.

What's he singing? Well...]

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[thatlittlepest.livejournal.com]

( Isaku )

[squiggles in sparkly, red pen cover the entire page. some look like a reversed 'S' and appear to be a symbol of sorts]

28 - /spams ur f-list

[payback.livejournal.com]

[Rin is in the kitchen, obsessively working on what is by now a decent-looking batch of chocolates - her gifts for Zexion and Itachi must be perfect, perfect!!

Her heart is fritzing between green and black. Someone's a little stressed!

Open post... if you want to mess her up... or help her out... or get a glimpse of her heart... ♥]