[log] a night in

[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

Who: Teddy Altman (alt_hulk) and Billy Kaplan (bluespells)
What: They kiss and make up. And kiss again. And... well, boys will be boys?
When: Immediately after this.
Where: Teddy's room.
Rating: ...probably NC-17.

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eighteenth

[themoonspirit.livejournal.com]

( Gaang )

Entry the 5th

[firsttophase.livejournal.com]

( [Jacob] )

( [Emily (yes, his girlfriend who is NOT actually at the castle)] )

. three .

[yosukestrike.livejournal.com]

So... everyone is hearing the noises, right? It's not just me? But the journals aren't recording any of it. Does that mean it's all in our heads...?

( Judgment S. Link )

09: Is this what they call post-post-modern architecture?

[hermonkeyman.livejournal.com]

I'm not digging the remodeling job, castle. I can deal with the weird noises and crap, but how am I supposed to play video games when the lights keep flickering?

And the new furniture is really damn uncomfortable. I get the whole mechanical-chic thing, but a few cushions would be nice.

Also, do you think the castle could please stop replacing the background music of Team Fortress with Twinkle Twinkle Little Star? It doesn't fit the mood of the game.

3

[lord-morrolan.livejournal.com]

[Feelings of unease? Morrolan can deal with that. It's something he's accustomed to, both on the battlefield and off. Noises he can ignore, because he's good at focusing his attention on one thing at a time and has managed, so far, to tune out the strangeness happening in the castle. But windows acting up? This is something else entirely.]

Sethra? Sethra! Can you hear me? [He reaches out, but then stops himself in time. There are things you shouldn't do, and poking your arm through a portal without knowing how it works is one of those things. So instead he grabs a paperweight and tosses it towards the "portal".

CRASH! Naturally, the window breaks. Morrolan is silent for a long moment, then draws the curtains.]

Damn it all.

(no subject)

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[soft fluttering of wings, as if from a bird... Though her friends might recognize it as Nill. It gets a little louder before she gasps, a sound accompanied by more sounds of her pulling the curtains closed over the windows in her room. She paces nervously for a little while before setting herself down on her bed and writing messily]

the windows are showing bad things



[[OOC: Unfortunately for Nill, 13/14ths of her life was kind of really sucky. B| ]]

thirty-six

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[If you listen closely, you can hear the faintest sounds of someone crying. It wasn't the noises she'd heard, or the slight changes of her surroundings, or even the fact that she was alone in her room.

It was the images she saw upon the windows.

Pictures of a tall man with a fierce expression. Running a night club, sure. But he was handling. Dealing. And then coming home to Delysia for what? He was possessive, controlling, demanding. And the images upon the windows are not ones she has ever wanted to be reminded of.]

Why are you showing me this, you sick, cruel castle?

[287]

[ino]

[the sound of a really ... annoying, bubbly ringtone playing; and a very annoyed/groggy teenager getting up to answer it, muttering something like 'better be an emergency']

... Hello?


[sdkfdjk she hears heavy breathing and weird crashing sounds through the phone, and drops it with a shriek]

ninety-nine:

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[Recorded gasp and the sound of someone knocking into and over something. That's it. Lucy just saw her dead father in her bathroom window--weird noises = no sleep = bubble bath tiemz?--and fell backwards over a stool in shock.]

022; [Dictated]

[chocobuster.livejournal.com]

[the town was empty... everything was gone, it seemed. it began with a bad feeling, with a foreboding chill that went from his toes and threatened to cripple his spine. but Cloud wouldn't waver. it...was probably nothing. but today only got worse.]

...

"You came."

Uh...?

[he turns towards the window, a blurry yet clear enough (to distinguish) smile that was familiar to him looking back at him. his eyes widen to the illusion of a familiar face. it was Aerith, smiling back at him]

Is this...the castle...?

[he steps forward, closer to the window. but the image of Aerith shifts farther away from him as he moves forward. a hint of a gasp escapes his lips. as he reaches a hand out towards the flower girl in the window]

"In the Promised Land... I'm here."

Wait-!

[and she's gone... and he's alone in the hallway again, watching the empty morning sky with a distressed look to his eyes]

Nn... [a sigh escapes his lips, his arm falling to his side] Just an...

[illusion; he blinked]

(no subject)

[eternal-jinchu.livejournal.com]

So this place is turning into some kind of hellhole other than a decandant paradise?

A little sickening, but after Shanghai, nothing really scares me. Human beings can survive almost anything. I suppose that would go even more so for some of you non-humans. So no complaining until it's over. Your wasting energy that could be better used not dying.

♕ sixteen

[steelbound.livejournal.com]

( Yukari )

sixteen for WTF IS GOING ON!?

[humanoidtyphoon.livejournal.com]

Huh? what's that noise!?

[recorded movement as he gets up, now staring at the window, unblinking]

That...that's me. And Knives...

[sniff]

We were so happy then...

[he blinks as he wipes away the tears]

W-wait! [the sound of a hand pressing on the window, then sliding down slowly]

Why did things have to change...?

0003 xx a freakout

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

[Billy's been standing in front of a newly-transformed window in the library for quite some time now; what he's staring at is anyone's guess, but he seems enthralled.]

What is this? Is the castle taking other memories now, just to put them up for everyone to watch? This is private.

[But he still can't bring himself to do anything about it. Far away, faint enough to penetrate his subconcious and nothing else, he can hear Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and he hums along without realizing what he's doing.]




[ooc: placeholder; I'll pick up tags after work.]

007 - Mirror Mirror

[aworldforus.livejournal.com]

[SMASH! Someone just threw their book at a window. Well, alright, first someone started throwing energy and fire and other elements at one window, but that was unrecorded. This second one was because he didn't want to waste time. Okay, it's because he wanted it recorded]

STOP IT!

Just...please stop it!

[Looks up at a mirror. It starts too, and he's watching scene he was watching on the prior two windows. Yuan, Kratos, and Martel all walking away from him before disappearing entirely and leaving him all alone. He got over it by the second time, but that's no fun]

Come back. Please. Come back...

Mask 076 - Huh

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

( [Reno, Spike] )

My bar...my precious bar. It looks like it belongs in a Warstar Universica episode. Why Paradisa?! WHY?!

→ 004 [dictated]

[knightedsiren.livejournal.com]

[ the journal opens and an eerie silence cuts through. apparently though, it's different for the one who owns the journal. ]

What the-- Who's there?

[ silence. ] Who's there?!

[ more silence and a strangled noise of frustration follows. ] OKAY! Who the heck is the weirdo who's making those noises anyway?! It's freaky enough without the scratching and thumping and all that, thank you!

[ umi yells then breaks into a run, footsteps rapid and breathing hard ] Ack! Calm down, Umi! It must be some weird prank going on and they're trying to scare you with noises-- [ aksjald;ajslf ] CUT IT OUT, I TELL YOU!

:011

[silkwords.livejournal.com]

( filter: Ciel )

How very curious, a strange rock, an interesting language, and now the city deserted.

037 - pressed between the pages of my mind

[makemethe-hero.livejournal.com]

[There's a sound of things being thrown, thudding dully off glass--someone's trying to break the window without much success]

That is just not right. There are certain things that should remain buried in the past, not dug up and put on display.

And will whoever is singing that fucking song please shut up before I am forced to find you and put an end to it myself?

[eleventh][seeing things]

[zelostastic.livejournal.com]

[no idea where Lloyd and Colette are, but they're probably due to return to Zelos's room soon. In the meantime, have the dropping of the journal and a rather frantic stumbling backward, then a louder thunk as he kinda curls up on the floor against the side of a couch. Faintly, you can hear the sounds of hands roughly rubbed against carpet and, weakly/in a mildly traumatized fashion:]

Snowing... Why is it snowing again?!

[ooc: Lloyd and Colette can come, as well as anyone who might end up worried about him. Which is next to nobody. But ah well.]

IV - SHR;

[clawsofadragon.livejournal.com]

[Tifa's been too busy trying to investigate to write, so she's dictating any discoveries she might have made, or things she has observed. It's all to further her research. Though chances are she won't get very far.]

It's not just me.

Things are happening. I'm seeing things. I'm hearing things. And things are changing.
It's not as though they don't usually always change. These alterations, however, are a little more apparent. At least they are to me.

Others are seeing this, right? [Murmuring.] As in, it's not really just me?

I don't know what's going on.
I thought I...

He told me to come home.
I wonder if something's happened?

[Tifa fingers her nameplate briefly and tilts her head to the side.]

I can't seem so concerned about me.
Cloud needs me right now.

I'll do my very best, and I'll be prepared for whatever's going to come.

XCI.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

( Kotarou & Sayuka )

[written out]

Goodness, you all must have had terribly unsettling lives to be complaining this much. At the very least, there's a lot of mental repression going on around here. I suppose the basic psyche works the same across universes, too.

If any of you would like to do something useful, I'd suggest closing all the windows that haven't already been sealed off, and making sure any stragglers in town are inside the castle sooner rather than later. The atmosphere is starting to get a bit thin. If it keeps up, it'll be gone by sundown.

Warp 006 - Zexion

[warp-snipe-warp.livejournal.com]

( [Zexion] )

Edited in later

( [Roxas, Axel, Demyx] )

36th Lollipop - Space

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

You know... if I didn't know that something bad is probably going to follow this, I'd say it's looking pretty cool.

{ trauma three }

[a-morris-md.livejournal.com]

Wow. The window in here just played an old rerun of M*A*S*H. Guess that's not normal, huh.

So, uh, who do I talk to around here to get signed up for clinic duty?

(no subject)

[supes]

( Private )

The bottom floors are changing. Looks like something out of a science-fiction movie.

[he's still looking around. His eyes focus on the vent for a second, and then, thinking of something else, he turns on his x-ray vision to make sure he can still see through everything. Check. Relief comes with the knowledge that he's not limited.]

I know this might be an unpopular opinion but I think there needs to be some sort of contingency plan, even if we might not be able to use it.

25

[politesarcasm.livejournal.com]

[He's in his room with... Lisa, only of course she's not a crazy cyberwoman and she's not actually there. He glances at the window and sees Cardiff Bay for a second but when he blinks it's gone again.]

Lisa, did you see... No, nevermind, must have been my imagination.

I've been hearing things too. Glad you're here to keep me sane at least. I'm afraid this'll all get worse before it gets better. It usually happens that way.

Wave the 1st Flag

[patriotist.livejournal.com]

One of these days I'll get used to time travel, or whatever this is. Until then, I think I'm going to curl up in bed again until the world goes back to normal.

Nngh... so this isn't my bed, because my bed doesn't have a damn canopy or floral-patterned blanket. There are still covers to curl up under, stop trying to prove me wrong, world.


















Oh, dammit. Where'd I put my cellphone?

(no subject)

[seeyoucowboy.livejournal.com]

[someone was brushing his teeth when something familiar appeared in his mirror]

Howry sh--[he spits!] Holy shit, Big Shot?

[heh] That's one thing I never thought I'd see again.

007

[lilblackdevil.livejournal.com]

...!

[flames like hell on Earth - those images reflected in the window...it can't be, the evacuation was years ago!]

[she blinks, and the sight is gone. There is nothing but glass. Hartmann lets out a long breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.]

I must be sleeping too little.

(no subject)

[justthatunlucky.livejournal.com]

[She'd just been staring out the window, watching the, albeit odd, landscape, not really thinking about anything when something flickered across the glass and she jolted a bit, staring at the scene flashing across the normally clear surface.

The journal that had been in her lap falls to the floor as she abruptly stands, backing away from the glass]

A--Anita...?

(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

All right, I'm going to set up the Peace Patrol headquarters as a shelter, just in case the shit hits the fan.

[a pause and a ding as the elevator reaches the basement level]

There should be enough room here, and it's already fortified against almost any type of attack, so it'd be a good place to bunker down. Especially since- [stops in mid-sentence as there's a rattling of somebody trying to open a locked door...]


[Peace Patrol;]

Okay, what the hell's going on now? There's no way in hell I could get locked out of this place. I built it for crying out loud!

....I can't get into the headquarters. It's locked down.

Shit.



[Doctors, Tosh;]

Peace Patrol HQ's locked me out. Think you can lend me a hand getting back into the system?

♀ third entry

[gotbigpants.livejournal.com]

[a frustrated scream is recorded]

GET OUT! Leave me alone, you're destroying the innocence of my childhood! Dammit castle, give me VODKA!

I can handle a lot, I really can. I've accepted, and I should add with little complaint, that I live next door to a crazy squid like alien who thinks he's Marjorie Proops and opposite Death aka the Grim Reaper. Mmm, wonder if he'd play Twister with me, he did with Bill and Ted, I'd settle for Cluedo though. But there is a line that should be drawn when Posie and Perkin from the Flumps are having an incestuous sordid relationship in my window and Bungle interrupts, Patrick Bateman style, with a chainsaw!!

163 - The Devil Knows

[devil-blue.livejournal.com]

( [Yuan] )

( [Dante, Lady] )

☺ diez

[notthebefore.livejournal.com]

[There's stirring and the shuffling of sheets as Betty begins to sit up. Her surroundings are blurred, but she knows right away that she has no idea where she is. She reaches to a table beside the bed and replaces her glasses...]

Where... am I?

[The walls are metallic, some rusting. The only indicator of where she could possibly be is the bed she's on and the IV in her arm. How had she gotten here? Oh, right. She'd fallen down the stairs with Alexis...]

Alexis?!

[To her left is another bed, and there upon it lies the lady in question. She leaps out of her bed and begins to shake Alexis's shoulders.]

Alexis! Wake up!

012.

[hellrebirth.livejournal.com]

[shaken a bit, but furious overall] This place...

I won't believe any of it.

( Private. )

-----

[Chrome.]

[written] Have you seen anything unusual today?

(no subject)

[imahumanryo.livejournal.com]

I used to think there was no God for me to believe in. Those born from the sin of mankind aren't privileged with god's blessing.

I was wrong. I couldn't even imagine what it was like. I'm glad some of the gang is here to see it. Embrace evolution, embrace God. I understand now.

[288]

[ino]

[dictated loudly and clearly]

Okay, listen up everybody. Stop getting drunk for like five seconds and pay attention.

The ballroom, the library, and the kitchen are being turned into safe zones. If you don't enjoy fighting or killing things, or if you're someone who's a helper at the clinic, I suggest you hang out in there for the time being until whatever this is passes over.


[added in later] And if things get bad, you get one day to move into the safe zones, or Reno is going to start shooting people in the foot. (And trust me, you don't want him to do that.)

[ooc: SORRY FOR THE SPAM D8 Clark asked her toooo.]

Nineteenth Key

[stellarsigned.livejournal.com]

...Is anybody else getting the feeling that-

[has caught sight of a window and watches her father yell at her in it]

No way.

[EDIT]
( [Gray] )

Tenth Beacon

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

[Silence. Someone is on the roof right now. The journal is on the floor beside him. He's staring up at the sky...or rather the lack of sky. The COMPLETE lack of sky. He's staring into space. Deep space, with stars and blackness and some floating chunks of what could only be the pieces of a former planet.

It takes some time to find a voice, but it's hearkened in by a relatively loud swallowing sound]

Now I'm concerned. Now I am really quite concerned.

[ooc: Totally open post. Come freak out at the lack of a sky with a fully armored Spartan. :P]

RLOG E009; it's kind of like getting your guts pulled out through your nose.

[tweetlittlebird.livejournal.com]

[Tim had been in the shower when he saw it. The reflection was weird, distorted from the shape of the tap and the high angle. He didn't remember his tub having a high-shine gloss on its fixtures, but there he was, staring at the faucet, suddenly completely unaware of the hot water pouring down his back.

The feelings of general uneasiness were nothing knew to Tim - he was hypervigilant, all the time, constantly assessing threats and on the look out for the next attack. This was different than general uncertainty.

He remembered what he was seeing - beating a man nearly to death because he'd been mistreating his daughter. Beating a man nearly to death in front of her. Beating a man nearly to death had terrified him then, he remembered the way his stomach had flipped and his blood had boiled and he just hadn't stopped making fists. He'd had blood stuck under his fingernails and staining his cuticles for a week. He remembered being terrified at himself, disgusted with his own willingness to go so far, but now...

... now something was wrong. He didn't feel ashamed or even sorry, even though he knew he was supposed to. It seemed right. It seemed good.

He scrambled out of the bathroom towards his desk, dripping soapy water onto the page, as he scrawled --]

This place is changing who I am.









He deserved what he got.

HE DESERVED WHAT HE GOT.

HE DESERVED WHAT HE GOT.



HE DESERVED WHAT HE GOT!

Seven

[chewingcud.livejournal.com]

[It’s just another crazy day in crazy land. Haru sounds like he’s talking to himself, but in his head, a certain Rat has just shown up. Black and White seem to be switching back and forth randomly. Have fun with that]

Well, I guess that makes sense, Yuki. Yes, it is special. You’re right. You’re always right. I will protect it. That’s something I’m good at.

[Have a pause, with some creepy humming, it probably sounds a bit like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star]

There it is again, do you see it? Erase the heretics, the coming is upon us.
...Yeah, Yuki. I will.

(no subject)

[sureisdifferent.livejournal.com]

[oh, people of Cair Paradisa, are you having a bad day? Because We aren't! We are outside, and soaring through the dark sky, with a trail of sparkly stardust behind Us!

It has been so long since We have been amongst the stars! We are very much enjoying Ourselves. Watch us do loop-dee-loops from your windows!]

☇six;

[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

(  [Billy]  )

(no subject)

[wolf-prince.livejournal.com]

[standing next to the window, Link's literally staring off into space. This whole appearance is confusing but...]

There's something warmer about the Twilight compared with this. [turns to look at the empty space beside him] It's not quite the same without you poking fun at me for this, Midna.


[he is so damn lucky the castle took his memories of Ilia. Boy doesn't need to see something twist his best friend into a warning tale. Again. >> ]

(no subject)

[redresolve.livejournal.com]

[She had been minding her own business in her room when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar shape in the window. It was cold and dreary, much like most of the castle had become in the past few days. But she was more concerned about who it was rather than the pain in her chest]

Stop.

[It wasn't going to happen, it couldn't. She wouldn't allow it. No, they wouldn't allow it. But it was so much different seeing it outside of a dream, especially when all the familiar faces began to take shape. If she reached over, she could probably-- No. The images, the sounds and the memories that came flooding in, they had to stop. She clamps her hands over her ears and squeezes her eyes shut, whispering to herself]

It's.. not real.

[ooc; .. a little tl;dr, so sorry. ;;]

(no subject)

[blazeofblue.livejournal.com]

[we didn't see any memories played back to us through a window! We're not thinking of the goddamn ARK! We... are carrying the Emerald everywhere with us again! 8D]

[right now, Sonic's running through the different floors of the castle, looking very amused]

Hm~ Don't think this has happened before. Gotta admit, this place looks pretty snazzy! Except I keep expecting Eggman's emblem thing (the mustache! It will haunt me forever!!) [the 'r' at the end is dragged out dramatically] or GUN plastered all over the place. GUN robots are cool too, it's just the blobs that I hated.

And the gravity switches.

Oh, inertia... I never knew I could hate you until we found those gravity switches. Let us never go through that again.

[laughs before heading off again]

ONE LAST THING! I like Hatter's version of this song more~ [cartwheel and he's off again]

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[The sound of a curtain being pulled shut over his window very forcefully]

[a long pause before he shakes it off with a distraction!]

Is there anything I can do to help anyone?

Bombs Away- #31

[pyrotechnicalty.livejournal.com]

...Yo-you- NO!


Dammit, you're not allowed to do this, dammit... You can't just-!
 
[Kuukaku had looked up at the sound of something, not intending to be caught off-guard, and saw a flash of something in her window. That flash turned into her brother- and then blood, blood and more blood and that little Kuchiki girl hauling her brother's corpse past them and back to Seireitei.]

K-Kaien...

024 - All the things I can't remember

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

Memories and pictures keep appearing, but they aren't all in the mind, even, just the castle finding things that we don't even know and twisting them with yelling and lies and blood and death. It isn't real. I don't know him. Fathers love or should and they don't speak in words of ice and blood.

There is a picture on the vessel of words that was his that passed to me to do, and I can match them to the illusions in the glass, but there are no answering echoes to fit them in my mind.

A yellow car and glass that shatters in red and a boy with a ball I don't know. Was I there? I don't know, but I'm in the glass, etched there in the scenes that play over and again. Sometimes there are two and where I reflect there are three and always him, over and again and the music keeps playing on and on and won't stop.

Thirty seven roulette slots.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[He liked it a lot better when the windows were showing reruns of Cheers. Memories, on the other hand, are definitely not cool in Crowley’s book. Especially the worst one. It took him a long, long time to repress his memory of Falling, he does not appreciate it being paraded in front of his eyes like a bad story on the Religion Channel]

Ok, Castle, piss about with little sing-songs and stupid arse rocks as much as you like, but leave my memories where they are, thank you very much.

Sod this, I’m getting hammered.

∞ five

[watchwanderer.livejournal.com]

Okasan?

[he's been hearing things about people seeing things in reflective surfaces all day, true, but this is the first time he's experienced it. and right now, standing in front of his window, the Castle is subjecting him to a memory of a time before his mother's death, which he finds he can't look away from. it's a relatively happy memory, despite the fact that his mother is sick in this one--she'd been sick for nearly as long as he could remember--and after all he's had to deal with the last few days, between the unease and the noises? he doesn't want to let it go. in the end, however, he has to blink, and when he does, the mirage vanishes.

there's a small noise, as if he has to stop himself from calling after the phantom of his mother, and then he sighs, frustrated] This is not fair. This place is -- [a pause, in which he swears he hears someone moving just behind him, and he cries out, surprised, before finishing his thought, the pout all but evident in his tone] -- this place is evil.

[is going to the roof now, with his sword. you can come too, journal, in case anyone has anything to add]

(no subject)

[sofaultless.livejournal.com]

( Princess Yue )

( Room Filter / Superboy-Prime )

(no subject)

[thirdchildren.livejournal.com]

[clatter of the journal falling to the floor as he scrambles from his window, the end of an "UAAAH D:" and Shinji's. . . pretty much huddled in the fetal position near it and practically sobbing.]

It's just an illusion, it's not really there - it's just an illusion, it - it's not really there.

K-K-Kaworu-kun, I'm. . . I'm sorry.

(no subject)

[lovesmemory.livejournal.com]

[someone is talking to their window]

Father...?

No, this isn't real. People have been seeing things they should not, so I know... you're not him. Simon defeated him long ago.

Please, cease this at once.

My father never looked at me like that, regardless.

(no subject)

[lessthanstelar.livejournal.com]

[his breathing is a little shaky- flashes of things he remembered, old advertisements from Big Wave and Misora's concerts... that field of pink and yellow flowers... he's done nothing but sit in his room, watching them and the fading sky, mumbling under his breath. Absently, the fingers breach the pages of his journal with a rustle as he mumbles to himself every so often.]

It's beautiful...

It really is...

(no subject)

[thisisyimhot.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Misa )

( Rin )

126.

[oirokenojutsu.livejournal.com]

[a slightly startled sound and a shocked] Ero-!

[gets cut off, realizing he just fell into the trap everyone else was going through, but can't stop looking at his window... because it's a happy memory of him and Jiraiya chillin' with some ice cream after a long day of training; ends up just standing there, smiling a little, and keeps muttering under his breath]

Ero-sennin...

015;

[i-findthem.livejournal.com]

I saw my Mommy today in the window.

[pauses as the pen goes tap tap tap] I forgot how pretty she was.

eigth arrow

[masterofloxley.livejournal.com]

[was about to put something, probably to Marian, in his journal when. . . he sees something in a window? oh yay. He's. . . seeing his dad, working at his desk :( Like he used to when he was young.]

What is - [remembers people are. . . seeing things D: so just sort of watches, happy to just be able to see him again somehow ;; and then it disappears]

N-No - Bring it - him - bring him back, you stupid castle! Just one more minute!

[weakly ;;] Please.

(no subject)

[vengefullight.livejournal.com]

[Lucian's admiring the new look of the castle, wandering from the sixth floor, heading to the first floor of the castle, not quite sure what to think of the new ship-like interior]

Interesting choice of decoration the castle choose-- [a sudden gasp then as he stares at a nearby window. A scene from seven years ago, himself as a gunslinger, with his allies Trinity, Kay and Ernest, and his lover Ellen]

Sartana... Trinity-?

E-Ellen...

No. This isn't funny.

[a sudden yell, Lucian grabbing his head]

This isn't funny, castle!

031; then you show your little light

[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

[Bart's been more or less okay for a day or so now. Health loss righted itself in something resembling the normal manner, i.e. he feels better but his inner ear was pretty crap for a little while there.

And there was uneasiness. And then there was horror side effects.

Mostly he stayed in, cause... mebbe it was a really freaky fever dream or something. But the castle's all weird and change-y now, so he goes out to have a look around-

then the traveler in the dark
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a door SLAMS

and something just off the edge of his vision flickers in and out

 

 

-clearly time to go back inside-

thanks you for your little spark
 

his parents’ reflection in the doorknob, which is so not right it’s not even funny

(I think we’ve all had enough)

                                               ( g e t  O U T )

he could not see which way to go

-or maybe curl up on the floor and hug his knees to his chest and shut his eyes for a minute.

though I know not what you are
twinkle, twinkle, little star]

 

 

{OOC: Open to anyone happening by!}

Eleventh Article!

[bunbunaya.livejournal.com]

[much like the others, Aya sees stuff in the windows! None other than the time when Reimu and Marisa went scaling the Youkai Mountain when Kanako decided to pop up]

Oh wow, nice to see you guys again! Haven't seen you since Tenshi decided to be crazy. Marisa, here to steal a book from the castle? Reimu, think there's another 'incident'?

[and a blink of an eye, they're gone]

Huh..? Well, that was kind of weird--

[she then gasps, looking out the window at the sky]

There's nothing but space up there.

...

How cool!

28

[practicalslouch.livejournal.com]

( Konoha Ninja + Gaara )

blog five......

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[slept through most of the day, honestly, trying to get rid of the really, really awful hangover from last night. didn't even sleep very well, considering the noises that didn't go away, and the nightmares he couldn't remember. something about blood, and stars, and always an undercurrent of a horrible ripping noise. when he finally decides to roll out of bed, he decides on a shower to sober up completely, and heads to the bathroom. tosses off a comment to the journal as he walks by]

Okay, Triela? You were right. Drunk was a very bad idea. ... [heh] ... the karaoke was still worth it though. Totally.

[takes his shower, letting the hot water leech the soreness out of his bones, and gets out, wrapping up in a towel. there's a hissing noise from somewhere in the bathroom, but he ignores it, too intent on shaving to care. if he's going to be freaked out, he can at least look good doing it. reaches for the washcloth to swipe away at the mirror, and --- it's not his face looking back at him. it's Shannon. not the Shannon he remembers from his days at the coffee shop, but the Shannon he met just a few months before coming to Paradisa, older and stricter, and a mother. and she says the same things she said to him then, before she shoved him out the door: how shocked she is to see him this way, how disgusted she is - not just at herself for falling for his lines, the way she did What's His Face, but at how much he changed, just because someone told him no. just because he couldn't stand the thought of someone other than him changing his world. "Someday, Barney Stinson, the world is going to change again, and you're running out of people to be. I wonder if you'll be able to handle it." And then there's a crash, and more screaming from the bedroom, and when he whips his head around to look, Shannon vanishes. there's just him, in his bathroom, and the mirror. and a little stubble that he's not sure he feels like getting rid of, anymore. he goes out to the wardrobe, and looks at the rows and rows of suits. for a minute, he considers asking the castle for a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, something far more casual and colorful - something more like what he used to wear. but then he remembers what purpose the suits served to begin with, how well they helped him hide how her breaking up with him had hurt, and reaches for the first one his eyes settle on. suits up, and sits down on the edge of the bed, alternating between watching his fish do loops around his lamp, and watching people's journal entries appear.]

... So, guys. I'm not really keen on seeing things in my bathroom mirror again, and the sky is apparently gonzo. And I don't know about the rest of you, but ... [and his nonchalance falters, here, a bit] That's a little freaky. ... So I'm going to the library. With the candlestick. ... See some of you there.

∴ 003: The past..

[beentorehab.livejournal.com]

[ John walks to his window after hearing about the things that everyone else has been seeing. He looks at it for a moment and doesn’t see a thing. ]

Crazy lot.

[ John blinks his eyes and soon as he opens them he seems something in the window. A former lover one that he actually cared about. Her name was Rain and he was seeing one of his last good memories with her. She is telling him how much he means to her and he was telling her the same. With most people it was just a con but he did truly love her, that was in his earlier days before he became as bad. Of course though she got caught up in one of the cons he was working and ended up getting shot. Something that he always blamed himself for to this day, part of the reason why he drinks so much and just doesn’t give a damn anymore. Though most of the time he’s forgotten about her. ]

It…it can’t be….

[ He takes a step back almost tripping over his own feet. Soon as he blinks again she’s gone. He can still hear her voice fading in the background. ]

This place has gone mad…

57th feather

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

... Even the clouds have gone. The land above is naked and empty... and it should never be like that.

...I don't like this at all. Let's hope these days pass soon.

020.

[obstinate-view.livejournal.com]

[Because the journal is mean, it's open to pick up the sound of gentle breathing of an entirely unsuspecting person. A few minutes later, the sound is joined by the quiet rattle of the doorknob, then a long silence... followed very shortly by the sound of someone being abruptly picked up.

A shrill scream follows, and someone thrashing around, the woman sounds part panicked and part completely enraged]

W-What the...Let go of me! I-I mean it, unhand me right now you...you bastard!

[mischievous laughter] Really, now? Are you always this irritable when you're woken?

[Totally floored, she can't see you, but she'd recognize the voice anywhere]  Z-Z-Zelman-sama?!

(no subject)

[vitalization.livejournal.com]

[With the sudden changes in the castle Rebecca has moved beyond just mild paranoia. She was under the distinct impression that a sudden environment shift wasn’t going to be good for anyone’s health in the long run. Seeing Richard in the mirror in her wardrobe hadn’t helped sooth the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. He was dying, asking her for help and she couldn’t do anything but watch him die. She didn’t have the right serum and the poison coursing through his body was slowly killing him. Rebecca knew it was excruciatingly painful. She couldn't tear her eyes away until her fingers brushed against the glass as the blonde communications expert died. 

 

Her paranoia had prompted her to search the freestanding closet for anything useful. She had found a small pack and a bullet-proof rescue vest near the back. The girl wasn’t going to question how or why those items were in the wardrobe and the thought that the castle had somehow read her unconscious thoughts hadn’t crossed her mind. Not even once as she made her way down to the clinic.

 

She felt like she saw Richard or Edward or Enrico out of the corner of her eye in every window she passed. It was unacceptable and she’d always felt like it was her fault, especially with Richard and Edward.

 

The door to the Clinic slid open with a hard push, the sound of metal scraping against metal echoed off the walls. The effort didn’t open the door fully but it left enough room for the medic to easily move inside. Naturally the clinic would have been affected by whatever was going on with the rest of the castle. Rebecca didn’t bother closing the door, she shouldn’t be long.]

 

Hello? [it seems she’s been greeted by silence to which she takes as her cue to start riffling through the cabinets to borrow medical supplies] Hmn. [a soft clinking sound as she moves a few bottles around from a first aid kit].

 

[open!]

004 - - - Goodbye castle, hello spaceship.

[cantsharethem.livejournal.com]

Right….um so the sky is gone? Seen some mad things myself before but this is just …[ pauses…doesn’t really know what to say. ]

Has anyone else’s windows sort’ve changed into none windows? And this place is starting to look like a bloody spaceship! What’s up with that?

[ Peeks head out bedroom door to see the changes in the hallways of the castle. ]

Yep, spaceship lookin’ aright.

♘ The Fifteenth Move.

[eightpacts.livejournal.com]

The Marker's taught and brought me everything I've ever wanted...I never want to leave here, especially without its presence.

Have you ever seen anything like this, Richter? It's amazing.