(no subject)

[thosedamnruneys.livejournal.com]

[there is recorded non-stop purring sounds, and light chuckling]

Well, that's an odd creature... I wonder who  left it here.

[... and he reads the letter]

Well, I don't know who left it, but...

It's really cute.


[ooc: plot start!]

♞ tenth batsignal

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

Alright -- who still has their clothing in the washing machine? I can't believe that there are really that many people with this much clothing that needs to be washed, right now.

[yes Bruce does his own laundry. He does it in the Laundry Room since I just finished the page finally and had to show it off]

I don't want to move it to the dryer for you, whoever you are.

[he's topless in the laundry room with just some black track pants and a laundry basket of clothing to wash, dictating to the journal]

(no subject)

[purely-sin.livejournal.com]

This is just fucking great.

How am I supposed to

She said

Listen, I don't care who or what it was that brought me here--but like hell I'm going to stay. [there's an arrogant teenage idiot boy laugh] Tch. Powers or not, I--

[then a pause.

a long, long pause]


...

What in the... What is that thing?

(no subject)

[metaknightly.livejournal.com]

[written in his elegant handwriting wtf]

How troubling. No matter how far away we are, it seems we can't escape from the castle's influence.

He better be there when we get back [gone ;;]

[log] A chess match

[vanished-prince.livejournal.com]

Who: Lelouch Lamperouge (vanished_prince) and Ryou Sei (imperturbabilis)
What: A chess match
When: Thursday evening
Where: Library
Rating: PG

( Read more... )

making the sound of many dots strung together

[negative273-15c.livejournal.com]

[there are funny crooning noises audible. and shuffling.]

This is ridiculous.

I - this can't possibly be what I think it is, that's absurd, and...hey, stop that. That isn't food.

[the sort of fingersnapping sound one might make at a cat clawing the sofa]

No. Stop gnawing my pencils. They're NOT food and I doubt graphite is especially good for you - hey! No!

[more shuffling. an enthused crooning sound!]

Those are my REPORTS. ...Such as they are...stop trying to get out of trouble by acting cute. Just because I've recovered my ability to respond emotionally through some bizarre means doesn't mean I--!

[a burst of startled giggling. apparently, Vexen is ticklish when a Tribble nibbles his fingers affectionately.]

Stop that - no, stop it. No. Bad -

...I am not going to say it, this is preposterous, I am hallucinating, and the creature chewing my calculator is not a Tr--stop chewing my calculator, for pity's sake, with my luck you'll choke on a button - agh -

[a CLACK as Vexen drives to stop the fuzzball from DOING THAT and his journal hits the floor! the following is thus a bit lower in volume.]

Empathy; I'd forgotten how distressing it could be. you're making my day difficult, you know.

[happy burbly tribble sounds! from Vexen, a HEAVY sigh.]

I would have to end up with the daft one that has to curious about whether everything around it is food. You already inhaled my lunch, and several teabags, which I suppose count as a food-LIKE product, but now -

- Has anyone ELSE had one of these foisted upon them? I can't be the only one who - don't chew my hair.

((open; i like to tweak him XD))

(no subject)

[srsblack.livejournal.com]

[some recorded pacing, door opening and closing, things moving around a bit.]

...

Unless Hogwarts has done some serious redecoration, I'd say this is not it.

Uh - alright, blokes, very funny. Jokes on Sirius. Now take us back. I've got a date tonight and I'm not about to lose a chance with this Ravenclaw because you lot thought you'd be witty.

[wand tap]

Okay, no - seriously. Now.

[26]

[revengefinale.livejournal.com]

( PRIVATE )

( ITACHI )

( YOKO )

[Sasuke is away from his tent now and hanging out a decent distance from the rest of the group. This obviously means that every one and their best friend should stumble upon him, duh.]

[2] - voice

[guren-mk2.livejournal.com]

[Sounds of laughter are heard from further off in the room, then they dull down to mutters. Someone is trying to sleep at the moment, but the tribble seems dead set on waking her up via tickling. She laughs again, louder, before gasping]

What the f--Ah!

[You can hear the tribble purring and cooing loudly. To Kallen, this is even worse]

Pleas stop that, you...thing. I'm not a fan of cuddling.

[ooc; open to the eight floor, for those that here her scream?]

(no subject)

[girlyscreams.livejournal.com]

[cue the sounds of the little calming fluffy... thing mobilizing around the room]

Oh. My God. Well, aren't you just adorable. Are you hungry, little fella? I have some cake leftover from the other night. Although it's chocolate, and I'm not sure if you'll like chocolate. Like how some dogs can't have chocolate. Psh, it wouldn't hurt to try; it's just chocolate. Heeere, little guy!

Wh-- [little cute thing forms a buddy!] Aw! Another one! Now you won't need to be alone if I have to go do laundry downstairs or use the bathroom or water my flowers!

[written in girly i's-dotted-with-hearts fashion:]
Hey, guys, this little creature is in my room. Is it a bunny?! It doesn't have eyes or anything like that. It also makes this really nice sound. And it made itself a friend! ...

Which made another friend!

(no subject)

[torchwoodgenius.livejournal.com]

Okay, I really only wanted one pet. Now I've got a kitten, a dinosaur, and about twenty of these...furry things. Not that I'm complaining, because they're really quite cute. I'm lucky my Compy hasn't decided that they're food yet.

Does anybody have any idea what they are? Or how they...work?

[311]

[ino]

[some quiet shuffling of leaves and such, she's been away from camp by herself since yesterday. After awhile she dictates quietly:]

I want to go home.

010. now this is what I call a warm fuzzy...

[winchester-john.livejournal.com]

[John wakes up to find a purring ball of fluff on his desk with a note...and the grizzled old hunter just *might* be kind of fond of it, especially when he picks it up and feels it purring in his hand. It's kind of cute, and under the right circumstances, John can do cute.]

Ah, hell...not like I got anything better to do.

[dictated to journal specifically]

Anyone else find one of these furry critters or got any idea what the hell to feed 'em?

[067 ←]

[rocksalting.livejournal.com]

[recorded yo]

Hey. Cooper. Don't eat that, I think it's purring.

Okay, seriously, what is up with these fluffballs? Are these things invading everyone else's rooms or what?


( Filter: Jimmy )

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

[a recorded sigh before he sets up the filter]

( [Vergil] )

Thirty Third Beacon

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

( [Private] )

Okay, it was cute when it decided to eat my toast. Now I'm getting a little pissed off. And that might very well mean that there will be fluff on fire in the very near future.

(no subject)

[sofaultless.livejournal.com]

[weirdly enough, Azula sounds really... mellow, and almost zoned out. She's sitting in her room watching the tribbles blankly. Absently:]


I think I'll feed them to my mongoose dragon.

All things considered they're probably the equivalent of a snack food.

(no subject)

[wolfisdumb.livejournal.com]

...I dunno, they're kinda nice. Even if they are a little underfoot.

[Yeah guess who's pretty much hypnotized by tribbles? He's sitting outside the kitchen and they're kinda... piled all around him asdklfjsldfj]

♥ x 9

[bakehimcakes.livejournal.com]

[The pink princess has found herself a small wagon and filled it with tribbles. She's taking it to the front doors, aiming to spread the love to the townsfolk. Help her or stop her, it's up to you! Open post~]

(no subject)

[optimystically.livejournal.com]

You know, when I said I wanted a pet, I was thinking something a little bit bigger. What should I name him? [there is a very long pause] Even though you don't really look like you could fight or do anything, it's all in the name, you have to fool the public! It sohould be something cool like-- The Flying Fuzzy Fury! That's your super hero name, wear it with pride!

Anyway, they are really cute, and there's so many of them! It's like those playground things with a ball pit... only instead of balls they're hamster things. Would it hurt them if I jumped in a big pile of them? It sounds like fun....


[yes... you can find Maya downstairs trying to make a big pile of them to jump into them, good god girl]

☼ 1

[lionise.livejournal.com]

Ngh...

[rusting of sheets as she sits up]

He was alright. I was just with him, then...

[a pause as she realizes she's definitely not on a spaceship]

We didn't go back to Earth already. We couldn't have.

[a longer pause]

Where am I?

Kisaka? Athrun?

... Kira?!

☇fifteen; (the power of cute compels you)

[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

( Superheroes )

( Billy )

[Later]


OH MY GOD THE CUTE.

[Someone flew down to the kitchens and found the tribbles covering EVERYTHING.]

(no subject)

[shedoesntafraid.livejournal.com]

[after her morning training in the forest, Cass is outside of costume, wandering the castle with her arms full of tribbles that she found :)]

... Do these belong to anyone? [turns the corner and ... there are tribbles everywhere] Oh.

One Laugh

[aforsakengod.livejournal.com]

Oh my, what a splendid little room in a splendid little castle I've found. Such nice drapes, such well fashioned carpetry, a talking book, ooh how I've always wanted one of these, and these furry little mongrels just make the most excellent candles. It's almost a DREAM!

Oh, but there is a single itsy bitsy thing that is wrong with all of this.

I NEVER OKAYED THIS! ANY OF IT!

[...Kicks a Tribble across the room] Get away from my boots, less you want to become them~

Now, now, I'm not entirely without patience, and I enjoy a good joke here and there and here again, but I think it is important to realize that I'm not laughing.

Which means this isn't funny.

Which means people are going to start dying, and soon, unless this is fixed. Right. Now.

[...kicks the damn Tribble again] Next time, you'll be on fire. Like all your little friends~

And that goes for the rest of you too. Better work fast. FAST FAST FAST!

(no subject)

[vengefullight.livejournal.com]

[there is a very cranky hunter wandering into the kitchen, walking around the various amounts of fluff happening to be in his way, making his way to the fridge]

This is why I don't wake up during the day. There's bound to be some crazy shit like--

[he stops as he opens up the freezer, discovering there are tribbles in there too. Tribbles with little scarves, in fact.]

... right. I give up. What the fuck are these things?

(no subject)

[sobendable.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOSH, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! ♥

This reminds me of the green puppies! Does anyone remember that? No, Ollie! That's not a chew toy! Stay!

They're super cute, and filling up my room, fast! [squeal] So fluffy, and eyeless, and adorable... This totally made my day! ♥ ♥ ♥

#003

[expandhorizonts.livejournal.com]

[Have an angry Neku scribbling down a note into his journal.]

Okay, castle. Waking up with a ball of hair in the mouth is not funny.

[And hey, look. It's purring. He raises an eyebrow at that and then notices a piece of paper on the floor. After reading it...]

... don't tell me that Cyrano guy was in my room.

( Shiki )

ninth theft: They're so cuuute!

[hyper-thief.livejournal.com]

Oh my goshh~   They're so adorable!  And they're everywhere!  Morrolan, don't hurt these cute things to examine them.  Oohhh.  I want to name them all.  


These aren't anyone's, right?  So I can like... Keep them?

Mission Three

[foxisaloser.livejournal.com]

[Wolf is just kind of... standing there in the middle of the lobby. Surrounded by tribbles. He doesn't look very happy in the slightest.]

First the castle decides to screw around with the residents of the higher floors by moving us into towers, and now this?

[he pauses for a bit... before he just starts kicking tribbles at people. Just to see how many he can nail in the head with a purring ball of fluff.]

[o5.]

[spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com]

[someone's in the library, taking a whole lot of books in her hands, attempting to read up on various cultures of the castle's residents. after all, knowing the worlds everyone comes from might provide for some convincing acting in the future. she reaches for a rather thick book that reads Ba Sing Se: The Complete History and studies the cover before she sees a little fuzzy... thing resting in the space the book had once taken. it rolls out and plops on the ground.]

Well, what in the world...

[she nudges the tribble with her foot, looking down at it... until about a pile more roll out from the bookshelf, flopping and making those weird purring noises on the floor. a startled gasp escapes her lips, and she steps back.]

It's far too early for this. [okay, so it's the afternoon, but Sophie's feeling groggy.] What I wouldn't do for an espresso right about now.

[she's careful to walk through the sea of tribbles, trying to not step on any, all while not trying to drop her literature]

_{(ooc. OPEN. and also, this is for anyone who I've been talking to about bothering Sophie or having Sophie bother them, just... jump right in. what what.)}

cinco

[ofthegiant.livejournal.com]

[Chad is walking around the castle/gardens with Cane, Miranda's Arcanine that he agreed to look after. he also has a Tribble or three on his shoulders, and occassionally takes something our of his pockets to feed them. ;; they are cute, and he is weak.

so yeah, Cane's a-roamin', Chad's a-walkin', the Tribbles are a-eatin' (and a-reproducin'). run into them?]

:068

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

[ because someone is an idiot and didn't realize his brother was going camping before, he decided he was going to say hi because he was bored -- there's silence until the sound of a door being kicked off it's hinges, sorry floor eleven the guy isn't happy ]

That... fucking... asshole! [ yes he did kinda yell that too. Dante stands there for a bit before walking backwards until he hits the wall and ends up sliding down until he sits much like the way he is in this icon 8) ]

Mask 084 - Good Idea Bad Idea

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

Paradisa, it's time for another good idea, bad idea.

GOOD IDEA

Drinking hot chocolate in the evening.

BAD IDEA

Drinking hot chocolate during a spar.

MORAL?

Ow fuck.

( [Azrael/Death] )

05: duck

[pkuppercut.livejournal.com]

[A cooing purr comes from the journal before Kumatora mutters an irritated sound. There's the familiar clunk of a window being opened, and if you were to listen reeeaaal close, you could hear the tribble being drop-kicked out of the window. A thunk of Kumatora sitting down heavily, and a few pages are flipped before she speaks.]

Man, these things keep comin' back. Anyone else got a fluffball problem?

[and a pause, punctuated by a remembering noise]

Oh yeah. Duster, Lucas! Found some hot springs, if you wanna go.

Thirty-third key

[stellarsigned.livejournal.com]

What...are these things? They're like pillows, but they keep multiplying. Talk about annoying.

[a sigh]

How am I supposed to restock like this? They keep eating all of the food too!

[ooc: now's also a good time to make a request of a ghost and have Lucy appear instead of one =D;]

(no subject)

[fun-with-fire.livejournal.com]

[the rushing noise of a whole lot of flame being generated]

...

...

...

That's better.

mambo no. 2

[fondler.livejournal.com]

[Chizuru is walking around your lobbby, folks. the following is dictated into the journal! SHE'S IN AN EVEN BETTER MOOD THAN NORMAL, WATCH OUT!]

'Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime! Where are you~? I've been looking for you so long~! Have you seen these... things? Cute, huh? ♥ Good for cuddling, though I can think of better things to cuddle~ ♥

[a pause as she shoos a few of them]

Aheh... they're getting to be a lot of them, huh...

[ooc; tags will be slow because my computer is a donkey's whore]

006; the trouble with werewolves

[not-lupine.livejournal.com]

[They're EVERYWHERE. Remus does not feel this bodes well at ALL, and despite them being cute and purring (two aspects which do NOT actually endear them to him, seeing as how they share those attributes with members of the feline species, which are equally as useless as far as Remus is concerned).

Where was he? Oh yes. The multiplying likewise doesn't bode well, which means Remus is trying out some lovely spells for de-pestifying his room. They're not really working.

And did we mention Remus appears to be allergic to the bundles of joy? Oh yes.

So, from Remus's journal comes the sounds of someone intermittantly sneezing and reciting spells and generally being MISERABLE.]

19.0

[encryptedlock]

[Because things have just been getting ridiculous lately and there are too many of the damn things, York's decided to take this opportunity to explore the one place he seems to be able to get where they aren't.

Somewhere without food.

The Insolitus.

So there is a York and a Delta wandering through the tunnels, talking to each other and idly transmitting it over the journals.]

So does it actually all match up?

Affirmative. The three-dimensional structure of the tunnels does not appear to conflict with the natural laws of--

Okay, okay, I get it. [pause] Huh? A bridge? [There's the creaking sound of wood as he tests it.] It'll support my weight, right? How deep is it?

Odd. There appears to be a ball pit after a fall of approximately twenty feet. I am not registering a bottom.

If there's no bottom, how can it be full of--oh, never mind. Well, let's see what's on the other side, because I don't see a way to climb back up.

[The creaking sounds continue, until simultaneously there is a "York!", a lot of cussing, and a squeak like someone just stepped on a tribble. There are some brief "whoosh" noises and then a large number of squeaks, followed by some purring.]

Fuck! It's not a ball pit, D.

[sounding worried] Please do not fall asleep in a bottomless pit full of tribbles, York. I have not yet determined how they consume their food.

Thanks, D. That's real reassuring.

((ooc: help a guy out? laugh at him?))

Entry the Twelfth: Towers and What is this?

[iownthehallows.livejournal.com]

Right I wake up and my work is covered by these...puffskeins are they?

[Hear loud annoyed german swearing]

Everywhere I turn there they are...watching me...purring. I sat on three already. Then when it became too much I leave to room to find I am halfway up a tower. Mein Gott!

[Insert more slightly more verbose and descriptive german swearing involving the insertion of painful objects into the rectums of those responisble]

What must one do to get some work done around here!

9 bottles of rum...

[notwoutmyhat.livejournal.com]

Wotever these furry ... fings are ... they're in the way of my door. I was going to go get more rum.

... Oh wait.

I can just ask! Oi! More rum!

[there's the sound of a cork popping, and then lots of glugging, and some squeaking]

Wossat then? You want some? Eh. I can get more, why not? [and then the sound of rum being poured, presumably into a puddle on the floor. and then, progressively, some rather lopsided squeaking. what's worse than feeding Tribbles? getting them DRUNK]

You know, I fink I like you little buggers. Ahhhhh. Y'make right good pillows. [stretches out on a pile of them. goes to sit up, and ...]

Oi there. ... Gerroff. [rustling and squeaking sounds]

Bugger. ....

... Anyone 'ave any idea 'ow to unstick these fings? I seem to 'ave one in my 'air.

[and thus did Jack acquire a pet Tribble, because it is now stuck to his dreads. well done, pirate.]

Three

[ratjamlol.livejournal.com]

You know one thing I've learned about from years of working with aliens?

Never trust anything that's cute. It's guaranteed to be something that will rip your face off or cause some fucking epidemic. The purring is clearly some kind of mind-control, judging by the mental health of most of the residents.

I say we throw them all in the incinerator. We have one of those, right?

Reap ; [004] Dictated

[imyourjuliet.livejournal.com]

Ugh, those disgusting little things--!

They got into everything! My bed, my clothes--! Even my--

My make-up! Those foul, wretched little vermin!! They're going to pay for this!!



[[ooc; :> yes, the Tribbles got into everything of Grell's. Including his awesome fake eyelashes and all that jazz, so he's currently looking quite like the man he ttly shouldn't be )8]]

(no subject)

[wasinthedark.livejournal.com]

What the--!

[The journal records a loud WHOOM as Riku manages to open the door to his room and--well, a crapload of Tribbles fall out and landslide him. I guess the ankle-deep furballs all over the floor weren't enough of a clue, so he's halfway down the hallway now.]

What is going on here?!

[OOC: I COULDN'T RESIST THE MENTAL IMAGE. SO SUE ME.]

Entry #8

[tagurdead.livejournal.com]

[is just wandering around (while she still can) with Arthur bounding through piles of tribbles behind her, and is just looking so bored as usual.]

... what are they?

Meeeowww!

(no subject)

[mechanisation.livejournal.com]

Anyone seen that movie called Gremlins? The one with those cute furry creatures that turn into vicious monsters? This sort of feels like that.

0017

[daemonkoenig.livejournal.com]

[Lloyd has a shadow today! A green, whiny, big-eared shadow. It's not stealing if the dog just followed him, right?] Yuuri, hey!

[Yuuri so happens to be sitting a ways off from the tents, absently petting their weird little wtffalo, and talking to it at the same time. He looks up with a grin] Hey Lloyd, what's up?

I've been looking for you guys. [He steps to the side a bit, so that Iota isn't so hidden behind him] I wanted to make sure our buffalo got to meet Iota.

Ah, sorry. I thought the large group might spook him....her? [Head tilt in that direction] Iota? Why's that sound so familiar...Mm, where'd he come from?

He's my dog. We thought it'd be good if we brought him with us. [Pretty distinctive looking dog. HE IS COMING TO SNIFF YOU, YUURI]

[It's when the puppy gets close enough to sniff him that he recognizes it, and he'll scratch it behind the ears] Ah! I've met him before. [Puzzled, he's slow, okay?] But this is some guy named Kratos' dog.

Oh, yeah. [Iota recognizes you! Have some licks] He's my dad.

[He laughs at the puppy licks but easily moves into staring at you] Don't be weird, that can't be your dad. He isn't totally old. Do you think...Our buffalo needs a name, you know?

No, I'm being serious. He's... kind of older than he looks. [He's reaching over to give the buffalo a pat, now] ... We don't know if it's a girl or a boy, though.

[It's a good trade because he likes playing with the puppy] Huh. Is it because of that weird mana thing Sage was talking about? [He only half listened. A pause] Then we should just pick a name that can be for both! Like...

Allen!

[[ooc: open post if you're in the area, journal post for you castle peeps~]]

twenty-two;

[exiledtrion.livejournal.com]

( Doctors, Ford )

[Turlough sitting on the steps outside the castle, petting a Tribble absently and feeling generally unsettled.]

033;

[firsttsurugi.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[see Cloud. see Cloud sitting. see Cloud sitting atop a hill overlooking the rest of the camp with the First Tsurugi embedded into the ground beside him]