One rat caught

[not-the-other.livejournal.com]

[The cat is curiously exploring his new room, wondering where he is, and where Coraline has gotten to, before he discovers the open journal! He paws at the page for a moment, before rolling his eyes] What’s this? ...A journal? For me? How considerate. I've always wanted to write in a journal. But then I keep remembering...oh wait, I haven’t got hands. Consider me thoroughly unimpressed. [and he jumps back down to the floor, padding over to the door and pawing at it. Unfortunately, it won't budge; have some disappointed meowing. D:] Wonderful. [wanders back to the bed, curling up a bit on it] At least the bed is nearly comfortable enough. [purrrs]

(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

For those of you concerned, I found it.

(no subject)

[fiveby-five.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Aw, Jesus, again?


[OOC: Again with the pretending this was earlier. >> And this is not Buffy. It's Faith. The castle just hates her.]

(no subject)

[redresolve.livejournal.com]

Has everyone returned to normal yet?

For some reason, I think I'm glad I missed out on that one.

[siiiigh, the next bit is kind of murmured] It seems like there hasn't been a normal day since my birthday..

001; accidentally dictated

[rejectsfate.livejournal.com]

[There's a crash and a gasp of surprise, followed by a moment of silence before a young girl starts speaking frantically.]

Ishida-kun?! What happened?! Where --

No, I -- not again --!

[And this is where she is standing up, full panic setting in as she tries to figure out where the hell she is.]

Ishida-kun?! Kurosaki-kun?!

one hundred and one:

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[Even though she's spent two weeks as a castle ghost, and has therefore been aware of the passage of time, and even though she knows she can't make a sound, Lucy comes back to life still engaged in her last conscious act before dying: screaming. The outrush of air from her throat is cut off abruptly by a hacking cough as her conscious mind catches up with unconscious instinct, and she processes where she is. She's back in her room, on her bed, wearing only the underwear she died in. Both her hands go unbidden to her neck, and that's when she feels it, as she coughs again--a tiny little vibration in her throat. It makes her freeze even as she blinks away from her mind's eye the last images of the creature that killed her. Tentatively, she coughs yet again. Again, the faint vibration. It's barely there yet blindingly obvious for having been absent for the better part of two years.

It takes a while to remember how to form sounds, which strikes Lucy as patently absurd in theory but is actually difficult in practice; it's been so long since she's spoken that she doesn't even speak in her own dreams any more. Once she remembers, it takes another frustrating span of time to make a sound. It's rather like being burdened by an extreme case of laryngitis. She's pulled her journal in front of her and is trying so very hard to say something, because she knows now that she can, her vocal chords aren't frozen, and aside from that last image of the monster tearing her apart she remembers her last sight of the three people who had tried to protect her, and she needs them to know...

This entire time, the journal will have been recording first her silent scream, then coughing, and her movements thereafter. But finally it will pick up, in a low, raspy, whisper of a voice, the first words uttered by Lucy Cole Saxon in nearly two years:]

Adam?

[a pause for a swallow, as if imagining that she's wetting her vocal cords will ease the act of speaking, she's having to do so very slowly and carefully]

Peter... Inara...?


[ooc: now I sleep. tag party later! :D]

(no subject)

[overninelives.livejournal.com]

( [private] )

Does anyone want to look after Penny until the fifteenth? She's well-behaved and doesn't have accidents or anything. Just walk her in the morning and she's happy.

[[ooc: Had to break hiatus a bit to let someone have their teenage angst B| ]]

first strike

[gratify.livejournal.com]

[dictated frantically]

No! I don't want to know the seventh--

[whut. there's a pause. where did her dorm go?]

A medieval castle?

Is there a play going on that I wasn't told about? Ah! Or maybe this is another part of the grounds I haven't explored yet! After being here a few months, I was sure I'd seen everything. It looks so authentic! But how did I go from being in the dorm to ending up in a place like this?

Kiri-san? Yuzuru-san? Sachi-san? Ryuuken-sama?

.. Mari--

[there's a yelp as she realizes her schoolbag came with her, along with the creepy monster residing inside of it. ;; dear mother up in heaven, why you do this?]

Eh?! I-it even followed me here..

(no subject)

[justarogue.livejournal.com]

...

This stuff happens often doesn't it? [ he isn't sure he's supposed to be amused or frightened ]

0.010

[diffusive.livejournal.com]

[ no there are not any frightened sniffles coming from the journal, hell you can't blame him for being creeped out about all of this. the kid has never been out of the Yuriev Institute unless it was to kill something ]

W-what is going on? Rubedo I don't like it, make it stop!

Mask 077 - Like the Goddamn Terminator

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

( [???Unrecorded and Completely Private???] )

[Inside the DeathMatch]

[There is a great rumbling, then nothing. Then all of a sudden, TRAVIS BUSTS THROUGH THE FUCKING FLOOR, SPINNING UPPERCUT CREATING A SMALL EXPLOSION OF CONCENTRATED AWESOME THAT LAUNCHES ALL NEARBY FURNITURE IN ALL DIRECTIONS. He flips TWICE, once forward and once backwards, and lands on his feet just in front of the hole he burst out from, Beam Katanas in hands, activated and basking him in an ominous glow from both sides.]

I'm BACK MOTHER FUCKERS!.

[/Filter]

Edited in later, public

Hey, Death?

YOU'RE A FUCKING WHORE!

(no subject)

[systemizing.livejournal.com]

[a frustrated noise as someone attempts to get up and move about -- the result leaves much to be desired, judging from the continuing sounds of frustration.]

Damn place is running out of ideas. This is such a load of--

[a loud THUNK of someone falling, and a following snap]

THE HELL? THAT SHOULDN'T BE FUCKING PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE.

[ooc: the icon. Pretend it is...really really platinum blonde? :'D]

1 bottle of rum...

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

[a very wet, heavy thud. scrabbling. the sound of something wet and thick being slicked off onto the floor.]

Hm. [sniff]

This looks suspiciously and decidedly UNlike the insides of a gigantiferous sea serpent. .... Which is not to say that I'm going to be the first to complain. HOWEVER. I'd expected the Locker to be a bit ... oh, I don't know. Not quite so very nice. This merits a bit of looking into ...

[spots the journal and picks it up with his thumb and forefinger. wipes Kraken drool off on the bedspread, then opens the book. sorry, guys, you still get smears of Kraken drool on your pages. and it SMELLS]

Oi, what's this then? ... Hmm. [tucks it decisively into his sash, next to the compass, and decides to go a-wandering. feel free to run into a somewhat slimy yet pleasantly confused pirate Captain!]

› flash three

[nerdherding.livejournal.com]

... Is it over?

Mission Eight

[killcondition.livejournal.com]

[here we have Triela in the kitchen, wandering around searching for someone. She turns to a nearby ghost]

Are you my brother?

[the ghost floats away and she continues her search]


[ooc: ttly open post for loss start]

[008] or is that too offensive?

[superhero-grrl.livejournal.com]

Now that I'm a construction worker again, this time let's hope successfully, do I get to whistle at hot people walking down the corner and chug beer while wearing my pink hat?

Oh, I should get a shiny lunch box.

[Buffy is just being random, possibly bored, feel free to laugh at her or offer up suggestions on her lunch box, she wants something cute but practical. She's also trying not to laugh about Faith going blonde and Angel becoming a eunuch, she's just not going to mention it outloud, she's laughing on the inside.]

[bunnie'd!]

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

[Where there once was a cranky former demon goddess, there is now a tiny blue-and-white bunny.

There's no mistaking it for a normal bunny -- for one, no rabbit has eyes that shade of blue, even if it had somehow fallen into a vat of Easter egg dye. Which it hasn't.

For another, it's hopping around rather irritably and occasionally pausing to stand on its hind legs and paw insistently at random doors, as though an explanation or some assistance might be found within.]


[ooc: Mun will be in and out all day & is accepting tags til basically forever. Come harass Illyria!bunny!]

[294]

[ino]

( Private )

[a relieved sigh]

Finally, a day off from all that weird stuff! Who wants to do something to celebrate? ♥

Also, I don't know how girls with huge chests handle it, especially fighters. That hurt!

(no subject)

[sofaultless.livejournal.com]

It’s been a month since I participated much on these journals. I’ve been busy with more important things. I’m sure you all understand how it goes. But, unfortunately, boredom drives me to socialize.

As I’m sure you’re all well aware, there is absolutely no intellectual stimulation here, other than the occasional asinine philosophical question where the rational answers are obvious. Apparently people feel the need to stop and think about them and “discuss” them anyway. More often than not, it’s just a collection of opinions and not a discussion at all.

For the record, I much prefer a week of general chaos and violence to sporadic nonsensical events. There is nothing interesting about temporarily having a hair colour that doesn’t even exist in my world.


And Travis –– are you back yet? I’ve been waiting to congratulate you on getting killed by a bunch of lunatics, after avoiding Prime for so long. It seems a bit like dodging a bullet only to trip over your own feet and break your neck.


( Private )

(no subject)

[supes]

A few weeks ago, a friend of mine named Chloe Sullivan invited me to help out on her newspaper. She wanted to start one for Paradisa, seeing as being a reporter was her passion and this place gives everyone a lot of free time... not to mention the boundless opportunities to learn and discover. When she left Paradisa, Lois and I considered taking up the paper, but shortly after, Lois left, as well.

I think it'd be a good thing to pass the time, and it's a good way of getting information around, besides the journal system, where things can easily go unnoticed. The office Chloe had is in town, so it'll be distributed around town, as well. It'll be a weekly thing, every Sunday.

So I was wondering, would anyone here be interested in helping out? At this point I doubt there are many reporters around here, so it's fine if we end up with a lot of columns, editorials, photographers and the like. If people don't want to submit something every week, that's alright, but I'm really looking for SOME stability.

And as an advance warning, this won't be a gossip rag. Anyone who wants to write about personal lives and the like can take it elsewhere.


( uncut -- staff list )

#02

[of-theeast.livejournal.com]

Is it usually this hectic here?

I suppose such a fast pace is nice once you've been around long enough, but it's still a little hard to keep up with. How do you all manage?

(no subject)

[youngsunslinger.livejournal.com]

[written in a very neat handwriting, one not of a young boy's usual cat-scratch:]

Heh. I'm sure everyone else is noticing a pattern? One day, there's foolish smiling; Another day, our food is replaced by cakes; Then two days of effeminate themes and transformations?

It's a wonder what this place will think of nex-- [pen drops. A pause, then said pen is gathered up again. This time, it's back to good ol' cat-scratch beneath above writing:]

What the heck? I don't remember getting on this page. Or... maybe I was just about to comment... I think I might've blacked out again.

Ugh. I'm really thirsty...

[001] dictated

[secondchosen.livejournal.com]

[Soft at first, her voice gradually rises to where she's speaking normally by the end.]

Th. . . this isn't the Abbey or the coliseum. It's a completely new area. But I shouldn't be here, much be less out of that room in the first place.

Tokunaga? Big bro -- Chosen?

What kind of trickery is this?

(no subject)

[kindnessing.livejournal.com]

( Raine )

( Digidestined )

( Rin )

( Davis )

( Yolei )

( Friends and Acquaintances (People he's had a conversation or two with. If you're on his wiki, or if you've met him within the last week, you're here. )

(no subject)

[beavercountry.livejournal.com]

People 'ere are of time and space, and so we are all of different times, yes? Dat is what le Docteur said to me.

Ze year I am from is 1563, but you are from my future, I tink. Trés fou! Francis, 'ee would --

[breaks off with an excited noise. *u*]

Ah! Mon castor!

'ello! Bonjour! You are of my land, non? 'ave you found a good arbre de bouleau to eat?

[the rustling of some bushes as the beaver waddles off and Mathieu follows]

Ou'ere are you going, mon ami? I promise I will not eat you! You are under my care, oui?


[ooc; f-feel free to run into a kid in the woods nearest the castle, following a beaver around.|D;]

λ^0.004

[hev-interloper.livejournal.com]

[Written Forever]

Is there anyone else here who has an interest in theoretical and/or quantum physics? I would like to fix something my world... well, broke. [Again.] I figure this place, with all its vast resources, is the best place--well, the only place--to do it. Assuming I can get the necessary parts, I would be building a short-range teleport, potentially operating with the assistance of transuranic crystals attuned to a multidimensional borderworld--something like a slingshot effect--in order to properly stabilize the particle transfer.

I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask, anyway.

And to all those who helped a man in an orange suit when he wasn't feeling so well? Thank you, so much.

001) time enough for love...only not.

[dodger-literati.livejournal.com]

[One minute he's walking across Yale campus...the next he's not. He's in a room that looks like something out of Sleeping Beauty's castle...]

What the...hello?...HELLO?!?! Hey, anybody here?!?!

[He opens the door and sticks his head out...nobody in the hall, but the door has a number and his name on it. Heading back in, he starts looking around for information and finds the nondescript book laying open on a nearby table. He reads for an hour before he really starts to panic.]

So I’m in a magic castle. Great, peachy keen. What next, Cinderella gonna come in and ask if I’ve seen her glass slippers?

[dropping the book, he paces for a while...then sits down and starts writing. It's useless, but maybe it'll help. Maybe he can think while he writes.]

I don’t belong here. I belong anywhere BUT here. I read all I needed in this stupid journal and I get it: I’m not in Star’s Hollow or Yale or even the United States anymore. I’m somewhere else and I don’t belong here. I was gonna find Rory, I was gonna make it right again. I was gonna…I don’t even know.

But I won’t be able to do a damn thing if I don’t get back there right the hell now. I have to find a way to get out of this dump…

[19]: Not just a Pie Maker

[pie-maker-ned.livejournal.com]

Astrid has joined us at the Pie Hole as another waitress, I figured we could use the extra help.

I'm glad things have calmed down, relatively speaking. It's nice to have some peace and quiet around here.


( Filtered to Chuck )

( Filtered to the Peace Patrol )

?3

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[slight tap of a pen against the side of the journal before he dictates the following]

I figured that since I'm stuck here, I might as well -- offer my services? I'm starting to feel that "the castle" or whatever powers that be are in charge wouldn't have brought me here, if not for a reason, so, I thought I'd at least offer instead of sitting around doing nothing.

...My services being I'm a professional psychologist. I know that there's been a lot of -- death -- recently. I'd figured I'd offer to help if anyone needs someone to talk to. I know that people come back after two weeks, but -- it's still death. I'm sure that has to effect everyone.

So.

[pause. a little more tapping.]

My door's open if anyone needs someone to talk to, doctor-patient confidentiality applies. I'm in room 1606.

131.

[oirokenojutsu.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Sasuke )

At least that's over! It can't get any worse, right? Hehe~ They're only happening a day at a time anyway!

(no subject)

[thisisyimhot.livejournal.com]

( Private )

005

[watchbehindyou.livejournal.com]

[After yesterday's events, Snake decided to go for a drink to calm the nerves; Life isn't so fantastic in plastic. He's sitting in the Death Match, drinking a simple beer while smoking a cigarette, keeping to himself. In between drinking he's playing around with his combat knife, spinning it around his fingers; practice makes perfect. Feel free to talk to or bug him if you'd like.]

Twelfth Song

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[As much as Lorne joked about being in the 'not died yet club' in his world, he didn't think he was tempting fate that much, oh well, que sera sera. He didn't enjoy being a ghost, not one bit. Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze have a LOT to answer for. He wakes up in his room, and dusts himself off out of habit]

Well, at least you guys gave me a better eulogy than when my head got chopped off, 'cause, guys? That one sucked hard. This one, however, had actual, y'know, words. I felt the love, really.

Oh yeah, hi, I'm back.

(no subject)

[needscuecards.livejournal.com]

( Private; )

I never actually thought before now that I'd be thankful for my elbows.

But you know what? They're pretty awesome.

That, and food. And... Sleep!

And all those little things people take for granted, I guess...

Twentieth Beacon

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Well, if I had any doubts about karma being a mean spirited bitch, they're dashed now. Is it my imagination, or is she an even bigger bitch here than everywhere else?

[ooc: Loss starts early. Mostly cause I'm an ass

And for everyone stalking? MAJOR RECONSTRUCTION SPOILERS IN THE CHURCH THREAD. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!]

(no subject)

[whatclothes.livejournal.com]

[and this is Gray, standing in front of the castle, all of his things packed and his bags thrown over his shoulder; he's looking back at it, unaware that his journal has been open for the last 30 seconds or so...]

Well, Castle, I guess this is bye. It's been fun, but it's time I left.

[a sigh, then some heavy footsteps as he turns and leaves...]



[totally open to anybody in the Courtyard, and/or people overhearing through the journal]

(no subject)

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

( [Naruto] )

( [Allen] )

(no subject)

[addonemore.livejournal.com]

It's not very nice to kidnap someone like that, you know! No warning at all, and to bring just me and not my man... no consideration. I don't know what he'll do back there without me, after all. Maybe he'll think I left him for good. I hope he doesn't cry too much.

Still, this looks like a nice place, and so interesting! I thought I felt a strong one before, too, so maybe I'm not all alone.

But since there are so many different creatures here, let's introduce ourselves, mm? I'd like to become friends with you all, if I can. That would be wonderful.

(no subject)

[pkfightinglove.livejournal.com]

[soft music is recorded, with few mistakes but they are quickly corrected]

...When you wake you'll be
Past the troubled sea
In a field of golden blooms
Come find me...

[there are some sniffles recorded as the music softly fades away]