Entry #12

[tagurdead.livejournal.com]

[a cat is sitting in front of the fridge, staring at it and looking generally unamused. Meanwhile, nearby, Anya is sitting nearby on the floor like a cat. The cat, Arthur, looks over at Anya before hopping up onto a chair and then onto the table, where a journal lay, and the following is dictated..by the cat. Because the cat is really Anya right now.]

I need some assistance in the kitchen, please...

Meeooww!

♞ The Twenty-Third Move.

[eightpacts.livejournal.com]

( Private. )

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Take these humans back already. The fun was over when they first arrived.

[Feel free to hear faint noises of a two-year-old girl banging on a door and yelling for her "daddy" to feed and play with her.]

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[thegoodturk.livejournal.com]

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Now that Reno and Rude have a job, I can't really slack off anymore, can I?

I know a few residents have businesses here, or at least can suggest places. I'm adaptable and a good worker. Any offers or suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

I really don't want to end up at the Death Match. No offense to the owners, of course.

003; Wok

[drinkscarmine.livejournal.com]

[It's the middle of the day, and feeling the munchies for once Havoc's down in the kitchens with a wok filled with rice and a few chopped veggies *trying* to make fried rice; it smells a little burnt, but over all not too bad]

...It's nowhere near as good at his, but it's okay for a first attempt I guess...


[[ooc; open post /o/ come help Havoc be social]]

1 - The Weird Dream

[so-catless.livejournal.com]

[when Sakaki woke, she just assumed she was dreaming. It was certainly a strange dream, just being in a quiet hotel(?) room. Nothing really happened, but she supposed it was preferable to other dreams she'd had. Her New Year's dreams tended to be especially...odd.

after sitting and waiting for her dream to actually do something, and vaguely hoping that she would wake up in time for school, she girl finally stood and looked around the silent room. Tentatively opening the door, she peered into the empty hallway, and inspected the peculiar nameplate on the door.

Finally, actually getting kind of bored with this dream, she left the door lolling open and returned to the bed, and spotted a little notebook on the nightstand. Weren't you not supposed to be able to read in your dreams? She paged slowly through it, staring at page after page of baffling writing. Well, she could read in her sleep, but it still didn't make a whole lot of sense. Finally, she reached a blank page.

So, she did what she often did with empty notebook pages...]





[...little did she know that it would be broadcast in every journal throughout the land.]

(no subject)

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

[there's the sound of weight being shifted; juggling a teenage boy and a journal isn't too difficult, but she doesn't want to drop either on accident |D]

I'm going to be dropping off a boy, Allen, at the clinic. He's unconscious and most likely half-starved to death, but otherwise uninjured.

( [Clare] )

[[ooc: Okay, group going back to the castle--Allen passed out for his canon bump. They're pretty much back, so feel free to treat this as an open post if you wish to react to that and whatnot. ♥ ]]

#15

[flack]

[Later tonight, being posted now because his mun won't be here, Flack heading off the fourteenth floor after saying good night to the kidlet. He's taking the stairs as oppose to the elevator, just for the exercise, if nothing else, and that turns out to be not the best of moves. Granted his mind is kind of elsewhere with the sudden arrival of Adam who's really not telling them everything, so he's not really paying attention to what his feet are doing.

He's just walking down stairs. How hard could stairs be, he does it all the time. At least, that's what thinks until he feels his foot catch on something, and he's hands are windmilling as he's pitching forward]

Son of a --

[what's recorded after that is a bunch of bumps and a groan of pain, and Flack is out cold. Leave him there or take him somewhere else, up to whoever happens to come across him. He's on the eleventh floor landing]


[Feel free to move him as you need to. I won't be back around till late tonight, but so long as someone doesn't hack him to pieces, it's cool.]

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[scarredcalm.livejournal.com]

[Cloud is outside in the shade enjoying the weather and occasionally reading a book, while Lao Jimin and Gabrielle play nearby. She keeps trying to catch and pet the monkey, but he evades her.

Anyone want to be a monkey's shield? D8]

(no subject)

[sansmodule.livejournal.com]

There are a lot of people here who are older than they look, aren't there?

action.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[since he doesn't have to worry about toting around a little pyromaniac anymore, Zelman's decided to go check out the Insolitus. He's just wandering around in there, trying to stick to more open areas like the bridges or precarious netting... But yeah, there's also some tunnel crawling involved. For some reason, he feels like he's walking in circles, and it's kind of like the layout's really messing with any senses he might have used for backtracking...

...Yeah, he might be lost. But it's not like he's got anything to do tomorrow, so he's not too worried.]


[[OOC: Open post for anyone who might be in the Insolitus. 8) You could run into him anywhere in there, since the layout's pretty wacky.]]

012. you begin to wonder why you came

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

( Ninth Doctor )

I've been here almost three months now and I think I'm starting to finally come to grips with my new life. I think this could be a good thing.

I still miss him a little--my Doctor. But I know things would be so much harder for me here if one of them weren't here too.

((open post and sorry for major failage; I needed to post and couldn't think of anything interesting D: ))

[89]: Swanning off again

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[After frantically searching high and low for their toddler, and not finding her anywhere, Nine realises how long it's been since she arrived. His hearts break as he puts two and two together.

He makes his way to the console room, silently stroking the console for a moment, before taking the TARDIS out as far as they can go. He doesn't bother to check if anyone's still there with him, as he isn't particularly thinking straight. Or at all, really. He just needs to be away from the castle.

He steps outside when they arrive, staring up at the stars. He isn't crying, but the silence makes his pain all the more palpable.]


((ooc: Open to any TARDIS residents who want to tag along. :D))

(no subject)

[maniacal.livejournal.com]

It's about time someone shut all those annoying brats up.

(no subject)

[proudly.livejournal.com]

Oi, Simon! Did Yoko go back already? I haven't seen her around at all.

[Leave it to Kamina to have absolutely no idea that one of his friends went on some adventure without him.

Yeah, you think that's bad? Give him another second, here...]

AND WHAT ABOUT ROSSIU!?

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[gardnr.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh Jesus... my head hurts. Oh god, why is there a pile of deer poop next to my face? And why do I smell so bad? Am I on the floor?

[Guy pounds on the journal, which is taped to his chest for some reason, to match his headache]

Uh fffuuuuu... FFFUUUUUUUU!

[And promptly crawls outside a broom closet where's he's been out of commission for the past week or so]

Hello?

№ 2

[gotskills.livejournal.com]

[recoooorded!]

Hey, uh -- someone, a medic, somebody, I need some help here. I think... well, actually, I'm pretty sure somebody just took a nasty fall down the stairs and I definitely can't move him to the clinic all by myself.

Ah. Ah, thanks. I'll be... here. Four -- thirteenth floor.

( Filter: Messer )

146.

[oirokenojutsu.livejournal.com]

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[notamaiden.livejournal.com]

Who: Lady Marian notamaiden and Robin Hood robinofloxley
What: Late night with their daughter. She's having trouble sleeping.
When: A couple of nights ago.
Where: Robin's bedroom.
Rating: PG

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seventeeth star

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

[Arwen wakes up a little after midnight and lies there for a moment, listening to her own breathing, Morrolan's breathing, and that of her son... which, wait a second... she can no longer hear Adron's! So she gets up, being careful not to wake Morrolan in case it is simply an overreaction, and rushes to the nursery, to find an empty bed. So he has gone. For a moment, Arwen cannot believe... but no. Her heart has been warning her of this all along. Still, she cannot silence a gasp that leaks from her mouth as she sinks to the floor, tears freely flowing, now. She moves back into the room she has shared with Morrolan and pauses. Should she wake him? No... she moves along, out of the room, out of the Castle, to the gardens, where she finally collaspes, and weeps uncontrollably as the stars wink down at her, offering the only comfort she can take at the moment. She will be here all night, til she falls asleep just before dawn.]


[[ooc: and all of this is recorded by the journal in her cloak pocket...]]

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

--- Clinic Filter ---

[On one of the beds in the clinic, someone starts to stir awake. He opens his eyes and after a moment, sits up slowly, looking around the room as he tries to get an idea of where he is. His expression and his movement seem almost...nothing like Allen's usual ones are. It almost seems like he's a completely different person, and this person doesn't seem as friendly]

[OOC: Canon bump and open post. Feel free to be in the clinic to notice him. And so not my fault for this being posted early]

036; music room [dictated]

[firsttsurugi.livejournal.com]

[he's just checking out the newer layout of the castle. it did change... and thus, opens the doors to a room he hadn't bothered to look into before. music room!]

... Is that...?

[a piano... he sets it up, peeling off his gloves, hands smooth yet hardened from battle. with a soft sigh, he sets his journal down, open on the bench as he sits. there's a bit of a pause, as he adjusts himself, and mutters lightly to himself as he hits a few of the keys]

...

[and with a deep breath?]