(no subject)

[srsblack.livejournal.com]

( Marauders )

[you can hear the sound of a ball bouncing against the wall/floor as he waits for his friends to answer him. bounce. bounce. bounce.]

02

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[3] - voice

[guren-mk2.livejournal.com]

[Kallen's sitting in her own little corner on the roof, sharpening a small set of concealable throwing knives, the rest of her collection of knives laid out on the table, waiting to be sharpened as well. The sound of the blade running against the stone can be heard before she speaks.]

Do any of you guys live in town? Do you like it better then living in here?

...This damn castle's getting real old real fast.

[She sighs slightly, beginning her sharpening again]


[ooc; open post, if anyone is on the roof, they are totally allowed to go talk to her]

(no subject)

[lovely-siren.livejournal.com]

(ooc: I know it's 1:30am June 1st but my internet sucked for the last few days...)

Does anyone know how to train a Psyduck? Patrick's been...doing his business all over the floor recently and a training smack to the head only makes him have a bigger headache and makes the mess worse....

Listen To My First Song

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

[The journal is tossed open to a seemingly random page, as the following is recorded in a rather...tone death manner and with an exaggerated Texan accent. That's right, Travis Touchdown is singing.]

When the wind blows
The virgin child's corpse sings a song
Such a pretty melody, never heard before

No more lullabies
The virgin child smiles from Hell!

[Waits for clapping patiently]

Why thank you, thank you, for giving me the fine opportunity to put on a little number for you folks. It's not every day that a man finds time to sing. In between the daily grind, one's always got to find time for themselves.

[And boom goes the dynamite, as Travis fires a gun at a person trying to leave]

Now let's not be rude. [A thump as the body hits the floor] I still got a few left. Wouldn't want any of you to miss the encore now.

[ooc: Long story short? Got InFAMOUS. Loss back on schedule now something proper.]

(no subject)

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Diana )

Thunder Crack 001 - Dynamic Entry

[paid-the-price.livejournal.com]

[It was, for the most part, silent. The tell-a-tale fluttering of the journal opening on itself is recorded only by chance, as if preparing for something. Someone.

And then, all of a sudden, there is furiously crackling recorded for all of a second, before a massive discharge and explosion is recorded. Things flying everywhere, smashing into the walls and breaking windows, curtains catching on fire...chaos is recorded by the journal, which had landed nicely on a chunk of table that had been embedded into the wall during the small scale explosion.

And after a while of tense silence only interrupted by pieces of...somethings falling to the ground]

Where the hell did the alley...the Reapers... Where the hell did I go? Did I get blasted with that toxic sludge again? Nah, couldn't be.

Damn shame about whoever's room this is. Hope there was nothing valuable in here.

[ooc: People in and around 1801? You're free to experience the entry a little more forcefully then through what was recorded on the journal, if you would like.

Also, I cannot add Cole as a tag. We've hit the tag limit it seems?]

(no subject)

[supes]

[Clinic Filter]

[one Clark Kent comes in, seemingly appearing out of superspeed, with a city guy in his arms. The guy has a shot-out kneecap, thanks to one Travis Touchdown.

Clark sets him on a bed, gently, and looks up for whoever's on duty right now.]


Hey, need some help over here.

031: Perthro, the rune of gambling

[eyesweregold.livejournal.com]

[Risika is up on the "dangerous" part of the roof, tossing and catching a charmed silver blade. Her journal is open beside her, pages wafting in the breeze. She's feeling reckless.]

What I wouldn't give for el club Las Noches right now...
And I wish Jager were here. He'd probably come up with something.

08.

[seeded-flame.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

Are there any ramen places in the town?

First Rabbit Out of the Hat.

[occultly.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

What are--

Gaius, where are...

[a pause]

No she shouldn't have. I know she couldn't have. I--

[Thanks to the fact that someone's loud, he's stirring from his sleep, and voices in his room that shouldn't be there have him reaching for a sword as he cracks his eyes open. He sounds totally bewildered as he adjusts.]

...Merlin?

[confused pause]

Arthur?

How did you get... [pause as he looks around him] ... here.

[Have an eyebrow arch, he talks like he thinks your slow]

Me? You can't be serious. One generally simply pulls back on the covers, and gets on the bed. The covers then come back up.

Now that you've had a valuable life lesson, what are you doing?

Good question. [awkward pause as he continues to look around]

Redecorating, apparently.

Redecorating? My room? What on earth are you doing that for? [A pause] You know what? I don't actually want to know. I'm sure I'll get a headache just trying to puzzle it out.

...Could you not have found a better time for this?

[just shaking his head]

I'm already getting one. [walking over and pulling back the currents. Have some bright light shining in your face, Arthur. And a long pause from Merlin before he slowly turns around to look at you]

I think you better see this for yourself.

[He's squinting, and glaring at him at the same time. It's an awesome feat]

But I can't see, since you've been so generous as to blind me.

[He does eventually get up, and cautiously make his way over to the window]

Congratulations Merlin, you've found the outdoors. What am I meant to be looking at?

Well if you'd actually take a moment to really look, you might be smart enough to realize this isn't Camelot.

... Or anywhere I've ever been.

Thirty-Fourth Key

[stellarsigned.livejournal.com]

[Lucy is on the castle grounds after her shift at the Wildcat and is practicing her ice magic, around her a few glittering ice statues can be seen.]

How does Gray do this so fast?

(no subject)

[vengefullight.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Lucian's been up wandering the castle, walking up to the highest remaining floor before trailing back down. He has a tribble on his shoulder and a Seviper in tow. He had noticed a certain nameplate is no longer on its door on the tenth floor, but just continued walking. No use investigating, but opening his journal again and speaking whilst he walks.]

For those that it may concern, which I doubt there are any, Ratatosk is no longer a resident here.


[ooc: If anyone wants to bump into him on his walks, feel free?]

009;

[not-lupine.livejournal.com]

( Charmed to those coming from the 'verse that brings you Hogwarts! )

Three

[why-born.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to Coraline]

[When chatty people get worried, they babble even more. Fun times]

Are you okay, Jonesy? She didn't get you, did she? I mean, there are a lot of doors to look at to find your name but she's really determined. You're still alive, right? And no buttons for eyes? Because that's creepy and it kinda sounds painful and gross. Maybe there's some way of hiding your name on your door so she never finds you? I could see if I could scrape it off with a screwdriver or something. Or we could just move to Peru. They have a Peru here, right?

06 - Guessing

[ifeelasong.livejournal.com]

[Feel free to notice 'Blinkin' standing in the lobby, his hand shielding his eyes as he looks into the distance. He turns as he looks, so he inevitably ends up staring at a wall for a few minutes, before turning back. To mix it up, he occasionally puts a hand to his ear.]

[ooc:Open post, feel free to mock - unexpectedly being dragged out, be back in a few hours]]

Log 036: Altered

[ruin-mania.livejournal.com]

[written]

While not as productive as I'd hoped, I will say that the journey was quite informative as to the strange landmarks around us. In addition, knowing that the area where magic, technology, and other powers, however one defines them, cease working is in fact only in effect for a certain radius, the possibility of exploring the lands beyond that dead zone in a much more efficient manner becomes available.

[At this point, Raine has pasted in her best copy of a map of the lands the group covered on the journey along with marks denoting the specific landmarks they passed and her best estimate of the areas where powers do and do not work.]

The next question, naturally, is whether this dead zone continues in a full radius around Cair Paradisa, though I think I'd like to rest for a while here before setting out again myself.

Teddy, I'm quite sorry I missed your birthday party. I hope you had a wonderful time.

And as it seems nearly the entire eleventh floor has undergone a change in residents, I would like to welcome those of you who are new arrivals. My name is Raine Sage; if you have any questions that haven't been answered yet, I'd be more than happy to help, inasmuch as I can.

(no subject)

[bluefeathered.livejournal.com]

A few days and I'm already bored.

Tsk, not like the weather is anything to complain about though.

♫ first song

[slightlystunned.livejournal.com]

[The cheeriest tune is being hummed when it stops suddenly, and there's a gasp.]

Oh my...

Where am I? This certainly isn't home, nor is it anywhere I've ever seen. [thinks!] I don't recall falling down a well, and I certainly haven't crawled through a hole in the ground.

[The sound of a door opening]

Oh dear, is this a castle? I'm not looking for a castle any longer. I've found my happily ever after! Hello? H-Hello, is anyone here? Oh, this won't do at all...

thirtieth

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[aaaaand a little while later, Albus is down in the gardens, picking some of the plants and herbs that he planted a while back. he looks a bit preoccupied, but feel free to bother him]

× 01 ×

[hatfetish.livejournal.com]

[ Dictated;

There is hardly a sound to be picked up by the journal with the exception of someone flipping through the pages of the journal. Every now and again the faintest of chuckles can be heard, but even then it is difficult to even distinguish this from pages being rapidly turned.

After a minute or so everything falls silent. Then the beginning of a low, deep and throaty laughter begins its slow crescendo to something far more maniacal. A laughter that reeks of malice, contempt and sheer glee according to the sharp punctuation of it.

It is the kind of laughter that certain residents of the castle should recognize without fail. ]