(no subject)

[murderous.livejournal.com]

[Enter one God of War. Unlike most, Ares takes the opportunity to get a feel for his newfound surroundings before announcing his arrival over the journal]

Cair Paradisa, huh? Well, it's no Mount Olympus, but I guess it'll have to do. By this time next week, I'll have an entire village of devoted worshippers erecting statues in my image.

Come to think of it, a temple or two wouldn't hurt, either. Now, what's a guy have to do to get a virgin sacrificed in his name around here?

backdated to late last night

[igotyourgun.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Azula, Kirk, Prime]

[the door opens and there's an awkward silence]

Hello, Captain

( CUT FOR LENGTH, but all recorded for everyone to hear oops. )

(no subject)

[darkevangel.livejournal.com]

Wh-What the-

Who the hell left the water running!?

[there's the sound of running water in the background- ty Peach- and then a BAM as Evangeline... slips and falls on her butt- cue some cursing too]

(no subject)

[danceforglory.livejournal.com]

...Everything has a price. He was beautiful, and I will never forget him.

(no subject)

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

[A sad little sniffle. That was cheating. It had been nice... Littler girls with skin like fathers and eyes that saw the insides shouldn't just disappear.]

Billie... Piper... peter... p-b-d...

((ooc: Uhm... Yeah. Jacob-mun? Sorry for disappearing during the plot. I would be up for backdating some things if you want? It would be cool if Del could have some time with him and the kid.))

(no subject)

[fun-with-fire.livejournal.com]

What ever happened with all of the finger breaking we were promised?

[Madara is meandering outside. With a sword. Kind of just... lopping the tops off of poor unfortunate flowers that he passes by. Not that he's in a bad mood. He just likes to destroy things.]

[[ooc: open post is open.]]

Twenty three.

[asangelsfly.livejournal.com]

[ of course he's making himself apathetic to all of it etc etc so no pity from him ]

It was bound to happen.

(no subject)

[accommodates.livejournal.com]

[ there is a lot of silence from Sebastian as he stares at the horror that is his pink room before a door is slammed shut, good thing he does not sleep ]

...It is only temporary. [ can you hear his smile? ]

Between the young master and Lady Elizabeth I am glad my patience has no end in sight. [ yes he said that on purpose sue him ]

Entrée de Journal Trois: Unholy Alliances

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

If ever more proof were needed that a union between a Malfoy and a Longbottom would be unholy, then that was it.

Between waking up in bed to find that not only was I in inferior sheets but Longbottom was screaming in one ear apparently defending his virtue, whilst a baby screamed in another. I am more than thankful that the whole ordeal is over.

[Happy sigh as he lies back down on his bed, caressing his ridiculously high thread count sheets.]

Finally some peace and bloody quiet. Some of us like a full night’s sleep. Why people get pregnant at this age I’ll never know.

[92]: Self-less

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[written]

For anyone who knew him, the Fifth Doctor has left again.


( Eighth )

#16

[flack]

[recorded accidentally -- Flack's still in the clinic, and he wakes up with a groan, hand coming to his head. It hurts like hell, and either wants an aspirin the size of Montana, or for someone to just shoot him and put him out of his misery. Montana. Heh. Monroe would appreciate that]

What the -- where am I?

[Then it all comes rushing back to him. Jess and that son of a bitch Dunbrook, and the whole mess. Then the fact that he was back. Back in the castle, back in this fucking place, where he can't do anything to help catch the son of a bitch who took her away from him. He's really, really starting to hate this place, and he plans on telling it so, not realizing that the journal's open]

No, no, no, no, no, NO. Send me back! You damn --

[and he's shifting on the gurney, burying his face in his hands right before noticing the journal and the next sound would be the sound of Flack throwing the journal into the wall. It's a few minutes later before he picks it up and slams it closed, making his way out into the hallway and back into the castle. Watch out anyone who's in his way]

[Open post!]

(no subject)

[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

[someone sounds entirely too cheerful, and that someone is the Master]

Down to two now, are we? Oh, dear, you lot seem to be dropping like flies.

((ooc: Tags will be slow, I'm at work and, uh, not supposed to be online. *coughs, looks shifty*))

(no subject)

[abadgirl.livejournal.com]

Okay so here's the shitty thing: my gloves? Totally ruined. I can't even wear the fucking things anymore because the seams are all busted up, and I didn't pay hundreds of dollars for good batting gloves just for them to go to shit, so fuck you sportswear company. I play hard but no amount of hitting balls with a bat will tear seams on gloves, seriously.

Not how I wanted to start this morning but what the fucking ever.

Oh and this: do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to keep up with fashion when this place doesn't have Vogue or anything? Not that it would change anything around this place because half of you dress like retards out of an anime or a video game or something, and the rest of you are from like... the nineties or early two thousands. I swear I saw some bitch in 90s mom jeans the other day. That is not okay. Get better clothes. You cannot seriously like pants cut that high.

And on that subject, tit-curtains and gladiator sandals are so ten years ago. Newsflash: tit-curtains are not flattering. They make girls with racks look fat, pregnant, or fat and pregnant. Furthest thing from sexy. Cut that shit out, ladies.

And you know what? I miss Bob. Who else misses Bob? He made this place fun, sparked some life that wasn't related to babies and the like. Which reminds me: Peace Patrol, where the FUCK is my Joker card? That was a present from Bob, you know, and I lost it that night he went apeshit on the villagers, and I never got it back. I WANT it back.




[ooc: I swear LJ if you eat another post I will end your miserable ass. For some reason when I hit "post" the entry changed to part of a CLARK entry (what the fuck?!) and posted. What are you doing, LJ.]

Vision: Kids

[chasingvisions.livejournal.com]

Well, clearly having very young children in this place is a bad idea. So... it's good that they're gone.

Although, my little girl was pretty cute. She would've made a killing in beauty contests. Not like that's a surprise. I mean, I am her mother.

029: water problems...

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

[A little while after Evangeline's post]

[Filter: Princess Peach]
Your door is sealed so the water will stop running down the stairs. Sorry. If you want to come out, let me know... we should probably clean up the water in your room first.
[/filter]

Zelman? Wanna help us turn this water to steam?
Or... anyone, really?

010

[needsnoblade.livejournal.com]

[Thors is on the castle grounds, as usual, feedin' some deer. he dictates into his journal]

A cruel trick for the castle to play. Do we exist for no other reason than to be its playthings?

Still... it was interesting, while it lasted. Having a daughter...

036; how to save a life.

[i-findthem.livejournal.com]

[Molly has found herself on the roof, hugging her legs to her chest tightly; journal is right beside her, open, on the ground and thought all that can be heard is heavy breathing, her face is tear stained. Molly did consider leaving the journal all together but knew it would make Mohinder upset. she figures he has to be upset, anyway, so she brought it with her, just like he said she should on her first day at this stupid, stupid place]

I want to go home.

[OOC: I was gone for most of the weekend so this is a bit backdated? Either way, Molly is going to be emo about this for a good portion of the week. Fail.]

(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[Chizuru;]

So, uh....

I have some pictures. Of, you know, Madison. If you want them.

→ 021 ← My eyes can't behold it I cannot control

[rescued-apuppy.livejournal.com]

[it's Angel... with a British Accent]

Ow. [and stunned silence since that wasn't right] What the - ? [more not rightness and he looks at himself and is just... well upset so he grabs his conveniently open journal]

Spike. [oh pissy British accent]

Wherever you are. You're in my body. Don't mess it up.

(no subject)

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

[Mohinder woke up feeling good. Really good. Which, considering how emo he'd been is a strange thing. There's still the sadness, and behind it a quiet sort of rage burning, but physically he's felt amazing all day. He can't quite figure it out. Everything seems sharper, brighter, sounds are clearer, food tastes better, and he's got energy through the roof. In fact, he's on his second quart of chocolate milk, crushing the carton easily when he's done and tossing it toward the trash can--where it goes in, perfectly. Which is really, really, really fucking cool.]

[Less cool is picking up a lamp that's not quite where he wants it for light in his lab and feeling the very sturdy metal crush in his grip, electric sparks flying up as it goes out, which shock him enough and make him jump, which pretty much sends him across the room and on top of the wardrobe in a single leap, where he balances, crouched, staring down at the cat and Lynx who are staring back at him]

That's new...

[ooc: Loss is a go]

(no subject)

[the-law-won.livejournal.com]

[have this guy here sitting down in the lobby area, arms back and looking over the place- he's got his journal open next to him and he's dictating casually]

This is a nice place. A big castle in a big city... that can take people from wherever they are at any point in time. Did I get all of that right, Cair Paradisa?

Still, it's a shame I don't even get to see how my fight with one of the royal shichibukai ended. It really does choose the least opportune times.

[there's a pause as Law leans his head back, looking up at the ceiling for a moment]

Tell me. Does anybody here recognize the "Golden Age of Piracy"? Or come from it themselves? If there's anybody else here from my world, I'd like to know.



[open post for the lobby, or respond over the journal; you know the drill, make sure this guy knows where the kitchen is]

Cavallaro: The Wicker Man

[marcsstickybunz.livejournal.com]

Pity, I was hoping to open up a childrens' line, never mind.

Right, a quick question, anyone out there know how to sculpt or make a mannequin?

I need a few made to stand in the shop window. Well, a few window ones and a dress one that I can adjust and tack things to.

Any ideas?

Also they have to be stunning, the St James collection is going to be displayed upon them. I don't want something that looks like it's come from the wicker man.

(no subject)

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

( [private] )

[Outside the castle, Teresa plunges her sword into the ground and sits against it. Time to idly flip through the journal and look at other people's problems :D]

Oh my. I neglect this book for a few days, only to now find some natural reactions to loss, as well as some excellent examples of people who should find better things to do with their ample free time.

Some things never change.

[[ooc: Open post if you wish~]]

thirty-six;

[interferes.livejournal.com]

( Private )

(no subject)

[wasinthedark.livejournal.com]

[There is a bunny in the kitchen, with a half-made sandwich nearby. Apparently the castle couldn't wait five minutes to let him finish making his dinner. And left the journal open. How nice.]

......

....No. Just no.

This did not just happen. I refuse to believe this is happening.

(no subject)

[drives.livejournal.com]

[Filtered away from Akito/Agito]

So, uh...anyone know how to take care of a kitten?

twenty-five;

[femininecharms.livejournal.com]

[written:]

Jet's gone.

[shuts journal; she'll check back once she's at the treehouse. doesn't want to be around the stupid castle right now :(]

© 001 - tiny bit of a pyschopathic blonde

[crazyscreamer.livejournal.com]

[a bit of maniacal laughter that starts out slow and grows and grows until it's cut short]

Oh... well this doesn't look like fun. Well, better than Tartarus - better than a labyrinth too. Just - I was about to watch Xena's little heart rot and break into tiny little pieces... and now?

[picks up the journal and flips the pages unimpressed] Now it's a castle. [exasperated sigh]


[LJ ATE IT]

Open post

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Rage.

Cassie's in the woods, venting through training. She lunges forward, and a tree goes down with a loud crack and a crash as she punches it, and then turns and takes out the next tree with a shove of her foot. The castle is already picking them up, the splits in the wood slowly mending, though it'll take a few hours to be back to normal.

Cassie moves for the next tree.

If you're walking in the woods, careful of falling trees and angry blonde girls.]

79th feather

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

[After his usual training, Pit's made his way out to the castle's duck pond, balancing along the edge of it and... talking to the ducks. What? Compared to most people in the castle, it's perfectly normal...]

Y'know, I'm a little jealous sometimes. Your feathers were designed for water, and I can hardly swim at all!

Well, for now, anyway. I'm gonna learn sometime soon, just in case something happens. Water feathers or no-- whoa!! [a slight scraping sound as he loses his footing, and his journal flops down openfaced on the ground beside him. Pit catches himself, just barely, laughing it off]

That was a close one!

[[ooc: yeah starter post for his next loss, which will happen during tags. Mean Pit will be mean. 8(]]

twenty-ninth

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

[a beautiful, but sad recording of a lullaby plays over the journal]

(no subject)

[misa-approves.livejournal.com]

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