[16]: Like waking up from one of those crazy parties

[thathoopyfrood.livejournal.com]

[Ford Prefect wakes up in his room, rather disoriented. He groans a bit and just lays there for awhile before glancing around, frowning and picking up his journal.] No towel and no Guide...brilliant. I'm as bad as a strag right now, anybody know where they went? [long pause] A couple of Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters might be hoopy, too.

( Turlough and Five )

(no subject)

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

What the hell--

...

[sound of someone in armor turning around in a circle]

What the fuck is going on?

Simmons?

Sarge?

Oh come on... Donut?

...

Ah fuck.

one hundred and two:

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[After the welcoming back and possibly sexytiems from Adam, Peter, and Inara, when she's not shaking out of her skin from her last memories before dying--Lucy dictates to her journal. It's almost like having an out-of-body experience, it's so surreal. And her voice still sounds like hell, but to those very few who knew her before Paradisa, it's recognizably hers]

I thought I ought to introduce myself again, because it occurred to me that, now that I can dictate, no one would know who I was if I did so. My name is Lucy Cole, and this is my voice. Or what's left of it.

Hello, castle.

(no subject)

[misa-approves.livejournal.com]

( Reno-chan )

two: what envy?

[notbound.livejournal.com]

[dictated, in a tone of immense relief]

Boy, I gotta say, those past twenty-four hours were some of the scariest of my life, and that's including those robot women who thought decapitation was a good look.

Some things should be sacred. And attached.

( Ninth Doctor )

☇001

[stoptrannytime.livejournal.com]

[ a very alarmed but sweet feminine voice is transcribed, along with some footsteps ]

Oh my! This isn't the dorm room. Matsurika? Where are you?

[ a momentary 'hmmm', and then a forced, nervous laugh ]

Kanako-san, is this some kind of elaborate prank? You got me! I'm certainly no match for you, especially if you convinced my maid to be a part of it!

Bombs Away- #34

[pyrotechnicalty.livejournal.com]

....well. Glad that's over with.


Say, Yoruichi- up for some entertainment? I have some new merchandise I'd love to have your... expert opinion on~


And Urahara? I'm holding you to that thirty percent.

022; paints the world with her magic wand.

[i-findthem.livejournal.com]

[softly groans; someones loss is over with. here, castle, have your regular eight year old as her head screams WTF HAPPENED]

...Who colored on my wall?

[sitting up in bed, she groggily rubs her eyes, really hoping it wasn't her. really betting on Mohinder]

Two [178]

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[alors, the sound of the journal opening and Ten putting his feet up on the edge of the console as he sits on the Crappy Yellow Flight Chair of Crappiness. Dictated:]

Good morning, Paradisa! Well, the last few days have certainly been pretty - sort of - interesting. I heard that it gets a bit mad 'round here, but this was a surprise. And not a whole lot surprises me in the 'mad' department any more.

[pause as he sips at his tea]

So -- it's the eleventh of March, yeah? I'm not seeing any sort of comprehensible calendar system at all when it comes to determining the year - not that I'm surprised under the circumstances - but it's interesting how closely this planet follows Earth. Anyone have any ideas on that front?

#8

[flack]

[Room 1016 filter]

[Flack got use to, as a puppy, generally tuckering himself out and collapsing on Rose's bed. He was tiny. He fit. However, after spending a week and a half as a puppy, the castle finally decided to change him back, and well -- puppies don't wear clothes.

So here, Rose. Have a sleeping, mostly naked, relatively good looking police detective in your bed.]

Episode 119

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

We're finally all together again. Finally...

I'm not going to let it happen ever again. I won't lose anyone else I care about.

(no subject)

[crimesolved.livejournal.com]

[a quiet groan as a man awakens from a deep slumber; the following is dictated quietly]

...Where am I? And how could I have possibly gotten here?

[he quietly takes stock of the situation]

I don't experience any of the aftereffects of a drugged slumber, and I don't seem to have been struck to unconsciousness. [a rustling as he throws the curtain of his window aside] The sun is high, I could not have possibly slept this long on my own, not could I have been transported to a room so far from my own without being awoken normally.

This calls for further investigation. [a quick checking of his body and, yes, he does in fact have his revolver on him] They didn't think to disarm me, whoever it was. Foolish.

twentieth

[themoonspirit.livejournal.com]

[There's the sound of a large inhale of breath as life returns to her once again. She's laying on her bed in her room, and her fingers instinctively clutch the sheets as if to reassure herself that she is alive.]

I'm alive once again.

[Another exhale of breath. Breathing never felt so good.]

Thank the Spirits...

♀ fourth entry

[gotbigpants.livejournal.com]

Right, hello, yes, me here. Oh right, yes, that'd be Bridget when I say 'me', as I'm positive most people would refer to selves as 'me'.

Just checking before bothering to drag self out of protective duvet tent, that it's safe to come out now? I mean, not that I'm exactly complaining, my figure had absolutely no problems with being suited to wearing genuinely tiny knickers for once, but fuck, I couldn't even walk.

Seriously, I'm all for snagging last season's Jimmy Choos in the Harrods sale. And am surprisingly adept at fighting corner in that respect, some of those women are vicious! Suspect that I may be veering from the point here, but at least you can take the buggers off at the end of the day, how does one take one's agonisingly positioned feet off?

To think of the hours I spent as a child wishing that I looked more like Barbie. I swear I'll never complain about the size of my derriere again. Quite like derriere and feet the way they are thank you castle.

♥ x 1

[bakehimcakes.livejournal.com]

[there's a rustling of sheets, followed by a delicate yawn...]

Oh... oh, but that was a lovely sleep.

I wonder how Mario's doing... No doubt he'll be here to the rescue any day no-ho-ha-ha-haaooow?!

Huh?!

Th-this isn't my room! What's going on, here?

(no subject)

[crocodilecop.livejournal.com]

[The journal picks up gunshot after gunshot as Kaito unloads an entire clip on a target at the shooting range]

[ Reloads the clip once it’s empty and starts all over again on a new target]

Twenty-First Key; accidently dictated

[stellarsigned.livejournal.com]

That's weird. It's...quiet. [There's a knock, before a long pause]

Well, the name's still there. Did Gray move out?

(no subject)

[thebeldam.livejournal.com]

[There's a woman with button eyes making lunch in the kitchen. :) Miniature sandwiches and smiley face french fries. There are chocolate chip cookies in the oven as well! Lots to go around]

Coraline, it's time for lunch~ Bring your friends, they must be hungry.

[ooc: OPEN POST ♥]

Forty Six Ronins

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Thank someone that’s over. At least I avoided the abject humiliation of my chosen gender this past week. Good to be back in my own body again, though. It’s a very nice one, I worked hard for it.

[[ooc: loss over!]]

Drink Four~

[drunkasilike.livejournal.com]

[Suika is in none other than the Death Match! Here guys, have a girl who looks eight running around. She must've forgotten about the gourd, at least for now, since there's another source of booze. Feel free to go 'hey wait aren't you underage!? D:' at her.]

[ooc: open post~]

001.

[scarredcalm.livejournal.com]

[Accidentally recorded]

[Chittering from Lao Jimin finally wakes her, a soft groan escaping her as she rubs her head, wondering if her tolerance of alcohol was diminishing.


There's a long pause, interrupted with the more chitters as Lao Jimin explores the room, and she realizes this is not the room she used at Headquarters, nor anywhere else she remembers.]

What's going on here?

(no subject)

[hatethatsong.livejournal.com]

So how much longer is this shit gonna be happening? Because I need a good guess on how much booze I'll need in my room to keep myself in a constant state of drunk until this is over.

11th jar of honey

[curioushoney.livejournal.com]

( Astrid Peth )

I think it's starting to feel like spring. How long's it been since groundhog's day? Or was it capybara day here? If anyone would like to take a walk they're welcome to join me, I'd be glad for the company.

[Chuck will be wandering the grounds, sitting on random benches looking dreamy and staring up at the sky a lot. Feel free to say hi or ask her why she's being weird.]

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

A few months ago, my cat had kittens; some of you may recall a bit of an uproar, as they were entirely unexpected. According to the books I found, these are now old enough to be separated from their mother. There are four of them, two male and two female, but one of each has already been claimed. The other two could use good homes, though - I have more than enough pets as it is. They're fully housetrained, of course.

So does anyone want a pet kitten? And Colette, you can finally come pick up your belated Christmas gift.

((ooc: Warning, Kratos and Yuan thread is somewhat increasingly NSFW.))

tenth

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[there's a red-headed, long-haired, purple robed wizard in your kitchen, chatting with some ghosts who are just looking... floaty. and not talking back, obvs. :D there's some tea on a tray; he's taking sips from a cup occassionaly. he's also wand waving himself some dinner together. it's not spectacular]

Oh dear, my culinary spells haven't improved much, I see. Perhaps I should leave it to you fellows.

19; no need for fawning

[spectrality.livejournal.com]

[ the journal is open, though the music can also be heard if one is near the ballroom. Inside is a boy playing the piano, accompanying his butler's rendition of this song on the violin. And yes, it goes on for over thirteen minutes~ ]


[ OOC; The little antisocial noble needs more CR~! Feel free to pester them in the ballroom or on the journal. ]

Bombs Away- #35

[pyrotechnicalty.livejournal.com]

Yoruichi- change of plans! Downstairs- we're taking someone out for a few drinks~

[61]: The inside scoop on the outside world

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[taps his pen for a moment, before drawing a sketch of the tower. His drawing skills aren't fantastic, but it's recognizable?]

We're on our way back from the tower. Bit disappointed there was nothing in it, but it was better than nothing at all. Points for being bigger on the inside, I suppose.

There's a herd of buffalo out here, as well. Looks like they haven't got any eyes, but I can't get close enough to inspect them properly.

Only other interesting thing is the red powder on the roots of the grass, and I've taken a bit so I can test it.

[more idle pen tapping] It's nice, being able to run around properly and breathe a bit of fresh air, especially with such fantastic company. Only thing missing is a bit of trouble, really.

We ought to be back by Friday, I'll keep you lot updated if that changes.

(no subject)

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ a few clicks of designer heels are transcribed, then a soft murmur in Lana's voice ]

Well this is a hell of a thing.