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[payback.livejournal.com]

[This one is happy to be back in the castle, but still not exactly in the mood to party - she's on the eighteenth floor instead, sliding a folded note (nothing expansive, just a simple statement that she missed him and he's welcome to come by any time he wants) under Ken's closed door (and very very glad to see his name plate is still up). He died on the eighteenth, and it's been eight days since them - six more to go.]

[That done, she glances down the hall both ways, sighs a little, and then sets off... well, she might be headed in the general direction of the roof, but mostly she's just meandering, enjoying the fact that the halls are safe again.]

ii; ♦ : fire opal

[perfectlikeme.livejournal.com]

( private )

(no subject)

[excellant.livejournal.com]

[ There's a distinct clapping sound heard over the journal, then her voice is dictated. ]

Bra~vo, citizens of Paradisa. You took out the threat and restored security to your precious castle. Are you all pleased?

[ A small pause. ]

I wonder, where would we be if certain people didn't have their powers? [ And she laughs slightly at her remark. ]

twenty-two

[redresolve.livejournal.com]

[So many people had been lost and for awhile, all anyone could do was watch. It was more than just a little disheartening that help came too late for most even though Cabot had finally been taken care of. But now that his threat was gone, she was thinking back to an event that occurred earlier in the week; her encounter with Eliade.

She skipped out on the celebration at the Deathmatch and is now standing out in the garden, gathering her thoughts. Had she been too naive? Maybe, maybe not. Dwelling on it, however, didn't change the fact that she let her get away even despite the uneasy feeling she had. With a sigh, she glances back at the castle and smiles. A victory was a victory, she was happy for them. Then, the journal picks up:]

I'm glad it's finally over.

[41]

[revengefinale.livejournal.com]

[Not being one to celebrate, Sasuke is currently sitting out on the grass in front of the castle, enjoying the peace and quiet that he had missed so much in the last week and a half. Which means disruptions are in order. Come bother him!]

[OOC: Open post~.]

006;

[has-thorns.livejournal.com]

[Scribbled briefly;]

Congratulations, all~

( Private )

[Analysis 004 | Paradisa | Audio] The End

[lieutenantibuki.livejournal.com]

...I'm so glad that's all over with. Maybe things will get back to normal... or as normal as things tend to get around here.

(no subject)

[yerui.livejournal.com]

[and now that things are back to normal, Tris is curled up in the crenellations of the castle with a book. guess who found the library?

feel free to notice the redheaded teenager on the roof - if you get close to her, you'll notice that she has some breezes around her to keep her cool. because, man, summer sucks.]

❝three.

[lilim.livejournal.com]

[Now that they're allowed back in the castle, Rei is doing what Asuka told her to do- looking up vampires and vampire lore in the library. She reads out loud.]

'The vampire is one of the most dreaded and feared creatures of the supernatural world. He can live forever, shape shift, travel under cover of night and seduce victims, drain them of blood and grow stronger. A vampire can be male or female and can be beautifully human looking or horrific and monstrous.'

... [She doesn't understand. Are they creatures that need to be destroyed, like Angels?]

[ooc; Doubles as voice and action.]

(no subject)

[metaknightly.livejournal.com]

[Yue;]

If you wouldn't mind, would you like to join me for tea in the courtyard today? You can bring some friends along if you please.

[Courtyard filter;]

[After a long week and so of pain, it's time to kick back and relax. Meta Knight's setting up a small table for what seems to be a tea party: there's a few pots of tea sitting out of various styles and flavors to suit anyone's tastes. There's also cake. A lot of cake and pastries. If you ask nicely, he might give you some.]

(no subject)

[torchwoodgenius.livejournal.com]

[meanwhile, while everybody else is back in the castle, Tosh has remained in the Hub. from the looks of things, it seems like she has every intention of staying here for a bit - because she sure as hell isn't going back to her room till Owen's alive again.]

Could someone do me a favour and look after my pets for a few days? Just till Friday, that's all. I've got a compy, a kitten, and a tribble; shouldn't be too much trouble.

(no subject)

[luthored.livejournal.com]

( Zelman )

I wish I could have helped more, but I'm glad it's finally over. Everybody worked so hard to bring him down... I think last night's celebration was well deserved. I'm sure at least some of the people we lost would agree.

If anyone wants a mocha, I'm making them on the house for today. I don't think the 'economy' here will crumble because of it.

[ oh and here are some scribbled directions to the WildKat café ]

₪ 1

[reforge.livejournal.com]

[the recorded sound of metal on stone as Daja places the end of her staff on the floor; recorded]

This isn't right. I was just--

[a pause as she realizes who's here, too]

Briar! Tris! Where are you? [pause] Where am I? This doesn't look or feel like the inn I was just at.

(no subject)

[junescutie.livejournal.com]

[now that things re back to normal, a certain little girl is back in her own room, sitting at her desk and swinging her legs, staring at the journal. She knows what Rise-chan says, but she still can't help feeling how she does. And with not a lot of other options, she'll turn to one last place.]

[Filter: Against Inaba People]
Um... [she takes a breath, hoping her voice will sound stronger] I have a friend who needs help. Um, she... last week, she left something in the castle while the bad guy was here, and her friends went to go get it. B-But, one of her friends died while doing it. Um.. so, is it her fault? And... is there any thing she can do to make it okay again?

[she's had enough of crying these last few days, but she's finding herself fighting back tears again]

the twenty-second;

[variare.livejournal.com]

( Albedo AKA Private )

( Chie )

[ cue chipper tone; dictated ]

Sorry I was such a downer at the party last night. Just worn out, I guess. A good night's sleep cures all ailments, or whatever!

Everyone did a really good job, and it was great working with you. Congrats! It was nice to see the bastard get what he deserved.

(no subject)

[benihime.livejournal.com]

[My, my, so noisy~

While most of the castle is busy celebrating, Urahara's slipped out to head to his shop. It's a good thing Yoruichi kept the place for him, even if she had done a bang-up job of producing any sort of revenue.

Once there, he's immediately glad to have a home away from home, so to speak. So much so that he'll plop his ass down in the back room and before long, start snoring]

thirteenth drag

[fivewordsorless.livejournal.com]

[like most people, Spike's coming back to the Castle now that the Cabot guy is dead. didn't really do much during that because hey -- it's not his job, it's Angel's -- and he feels slightly bad for it since Fred ended up dead. he doesn't know her that well, but he knows that she knows him, and she's always been sweet to him, the few times they've talked, so he's going to miss having someone who doesn't expect more out of him or hate him for the next two weeks]

[sucks, really, but that's life. which is a fact that people like Angel probably won't understand, so now that he's 'home', he plans on heading up to Captain Forehead's room and making sure he doesn't do something well and truly stupid like trying to slash his wrists with all that angst. problem is, when he gets to Angel's room, there's no nameplate on the door]

[stares at it for a minute, before pushing the door open to take a look around the room. and yeah, all of Angel's things are missing] Oh, bloody hell.

[makes a face, steps out of the room, reaching into his pocket for his journal, and dictates a filter, trying to keep his cool because Angel's gotta be around still, right? the Castle just moved his room, right? he's not gone or whatever. this is just some stupid game]

( [Angel] )

[fidgets with the journal for a minute, loudly, and then as an an afterthought, have another filter]

( [Fang Gang / Scoobies] )

one deep-fried tarantula

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

[and cue Lindsay Monroe waking up on the fifth floor. She sits up and looks around, confused. Gets to her feet and wanders the room]

What the...

[finds the journal and opens it up, flips through and examines it. She's skeptical, but she'll try anything once. Here goes. She writes...]

Is this thing on?

006 //

[berserkism.livejournal.com]

[have a Guts, taking a breather after all the god damn chaos from yesterday. He's sans-armor and sword, sitting at the fountain in the city; he isn't ready to go back to the Castle and deal with all that annoying bleeding from the Brand while being in the vicinity of so many demonic presences. he looks sort of... spacey, like he's lost in thought.

he's flipping through the journal, not really paying attention to the words on the pages. feel free to harass him in person or through that piece of shit magic book-o-fun.]

[ooc: open post!]

001 † i'm hunting high and low

[verymature]

[making out with a demon? so not Dean's idea of a good time, but he couldn't let the bitch get away without giving him Sam back. he takes a step back, opening his eyes, expecting the demon to be gone, leaving him all alone to go make sure she worked her mojo like she said she would, and -- wait. this isn't the crossroads, this is -- he's not sure, actually, and he takes a look around a little stunned. he can't quite say where he is, beyond some weird ass room, however, and he's beginning to wonder if the demon didn't double cross him]

[which wouldn't be surprising, considering the last time he ran into her, he caught her in a devil's trap]

[not that he's particularly happy about that idea, and so he marches over to the door, pulling it open to peer down the hallway. hesitates there for a moment, and then he's calling for his brother -- he might have gotten what he asked for, after all, even if the demon is playing games] Sam? [a pause, and then louder] Sammy!

[seems to realize after a moment that the shouting probably isn't the best idea, particularly if this is some kind of demon mindjob, and so he looks down the hallway, one way and then the other. all's quiet on the Western front it seems, but he's not about to get caught with his pants down, and so he reaches into his pocket, fingers curling around his gun. doesn't take it out, not wanting to give people the wrong impression -- assuming there are people here and it's not just over-run by demons and spirits like that creepy ass town Sam got taken to -- but it's good to have the weight in his hand. puts his free hand into his other pocket -- just a dude with his hands in the pockets of his coat, nothing to see here -- and moves down the hallway, occasionally glancing over his shoulder, just to make sure someone or something's not following him]

[to himself, under his breath, as he heads down the stairs in a half-run] You wanna play games? Fine, whatever, let's play games. But my brother better be in one damn piece, like you promised, bitch. [and, huh -- well, what do we have here? a room with Sam's name on it?] ... What the hell? [hesitates by the door, muttering at it before he just barges in] There better be a real good reason why your name's on a door in the friggen Bates Motel, Sammy.

[and then, just like that, he's kicking the door in]


(ooc: Crashing of the proverbial gate approved by Sam!mun.)

[322]

[ino]

( Private )

I know at least half of you have got to be hung over by now. Luckily for you guys, I'm nice enough to pass out some medicine if you need it. Just let me know~

[and she's just chillin' outside on the front steps, enjoying the fresh air and twirling a kunai around, if anyone wants to bother her not-via journal 8D]

38.0

[encryptedlock]

( Peri+The Doctor )

[A short while later, your internets are being updated with a current floor plan for the first time in almost two weeks. Anyone who happens to be out in the halls today can feel free to notice a man in tan-colored futuristic power armor and a little green hologram floating next to him. York is moving a little slower then he usually does, and not humming or talking to himself like one might expect from him.

Granted, the last ten days haven't been easy on anyone with even the tiniest spark of compassion, but the one thing he'd often cited to people as to why he didn't mind Paradisa so much was that at least here he didn't have to worry about anyone shooting at him. Way to kill that particular notion, world.

Still, he can't stay in the Zero Room forever. And going back to what he'd established as his routine is one very good way to try and get over what had happened.]

((ooc: open~))

07

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[Now that the doctor has been taken care of, The Question is back in the castle. Frustrated by his inability to help at all during the murders, he’s decided to do a bit of snooping, trying to find anything anyone might have missed and satisfying his curiosity at the same time.]

[And, hey, if he runs into another trench coat wearing vigilante in the meantime, more power to him.]

+30

[imnot_likeyou]

[all written, because Dean is RIGHT there]

( [Castiel, Bela (when she comes back), Ruby (since he's not sure he'll be able to tell her till later)] )

( [Claire] )

( [Dad] )

160.

[oirokenojutsu.livejournal.com]

I'm going to KILL him [scratches out completely when he decides to make a filter instead]

( Sasuke )

❝four. action.

[lilim.livejournal.com]

[Rei located the kitchens and, ignoring the spirit servants there, used it to prepare a meal sized well enough for two people. She has it all balanced on a tray, neatly arranged, and is making her way to Room 920.]

[And the meal itself? It stinks heavily of garlic. It looks presentable and edible, but the smell of it would be enough to knock a horse flat on the ground. Or a vampire. Which is the goal here.]

[Knock, knock, knock.]

♫ fifth song

[slightlystunned.livejournal.com]

[Wing fluttering can be heard as Giselle lands atop her journal.]

While I was flying with a kind little girl--Ellie was her name, the strangest thing happened. She floated up into a cloud, but she never came out! I waited for well over an hour, and I even went inside the cloud myself. It's almost as if she disappeared.

[She sighs.]

I liked her a lot. She was very kind, and we had a lot of fun pointing out the shapes the clouds made. I do hope she has found her way home.

052

[shirtless]

[Jake's down in the kitchen, oven preheated and ready to get those cookies cooking. A small black and blue kitten is pawing at a bowl of chocolate chips.]

None for you. You can't be the queen of everything, you know.

(ooc: Nanako, this post's for you! :3)

(no subject)

[justthatunlucky.livejournal.com]

[Miranda is in the kitchen! With a soaked Arcanine off in the corner as she gets both him and herself a snack before heading back up to their room. /o/

Currently she is giving the microwave a rather...concerned look. It says put the ravioli in a bowl and them heat it up in there, but...]

‹ Captain's Log ☆ 002 ›

[boldlygoes.livejournal.com]

[ After he got taken back to the castle, Jim decided that rather than go to a party and be surrounded by one of his former favorite pastimes, he'd sit in the dark room he shares with Bones and angst about how he was pretty much helpless during this whole serial killer affair. If there's one thing James T. Kirk doesn't like to be, it's helpless. He would've offered his strategic advise, but that wouldn't really have done anything, since the most he's come to working with superhumans is Spock, and he's just a Vulcan. Le sigh. What is a stubborn, upset captain hotpants to do? ]

Twenty Seventh Song

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to Caritas employees]
Watch the bar, I’m going away for a while.

[And with that, Lorne closes the journal, hefts his bag on his shoulder and heads out away from the city. The girl he loves is dead again, and though this coping mechanism didn’t work last time, it’s all he can think to do. As before, he doesn’t tell the rest of his friends, they’d only try to follow him. It’s unlikely he’ll be found until he’s ready, growing up in a hell dimension makes you very good at hiding]

(no subject)

[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Reno has decided to take a break from the partying and is laying on the roof, enjoying the sun and the freedom to enjoy it without getting hacked up or other stuff. His hands behind his head as a pillow. It's hard to tell if he's asleep or not. Clearly this means you should bug him and find out ]

1 Diamond in the Sky; [open post]

[seehowsherun.livejournal.com]

[There is gasp as a girl wakes suddenly.]

XAVIN?!

[No, still not there. Silence as she looks around.]

Er, guys? Did we move to one of the Minorus' old places while I was asleep?

[The voice gets fainter as she wanders over to the door and looks out. It's some kind of demented hotel set-up, as far as she can tell. Faintly:]

...Or go on vacation to some lame Disneyland ripoff? Because I really would have appreciated a heads' up before... [too far to be heard]

[coming back in:]... but none of you are here, so I'm pretty much talking to myself, right? First sign of insanity, but I think waking up in a weird place rates farther down the list.

Great.

We're Still ****ing That ****er!

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

[So, by now, the partying has wound up spilling out of the DeathMatch bar and is now dominating the hall. The music has gotten quite a bit more varied since it started, but Queen is still belting out every now and again.

As soon as it started pouring into the halls, Travis started lining it with new kegs and tables filled with edibles. Meat, sandwiches, and a metric ton of pocky adorn these surfaces.

In the DeathMatch now, there are Cabot dummies situated inside the bar, with a collection of weapons available to wail on them with. There's also a flamethrower by each dummy, in case someone feels like flaming the troll.

Finally, even the castle has seen it fit to celebrate a little. The second floor has streamers and banners up that read "We Fucked The Fucker" in big red letters. It's also turned the ceiling of floor two into a series of speakers, so the music is even louder than it was before (but not at retard levels). And in the center of the hall is a big disco ball that is totally epic and awesome.

So keep on celebrating, this just became a crazy sexy party!]

Phase 3

[makesitpossible.livejournal.com]

Sure picked a hell of a time to show up in this place. Nice to have that mess all over and done with, eh?

Good job, everyone. Time for some well-deserved R&R.

To that end, I suppose it's time a man put himself to work. Anyone know where a guy can catch a few job leads?

( [Cagalli] )

( [Aerith] )

(no subject)

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

( [Colette and Professor Sage] )

[Lloyd is, wouldn't you know it, on the roof. He's sitting on one of the ledges with his feet dangling, staring out at the horizon, the journal beside him.

Really, he's just waiting for the sun to set already and the stars to come out. Now is probably the ideal time to bother him; he's been up here for hours.]

((Open!))

050; girls become lovers, that turn into mothers.

[i-findthem.livejournal.com]

[the sound of elation and squeeing fills the room. no, she did not know that the journal on her bed was left open, or she would've closed it. instead...]

OHMIGOD! OHMYGOD!

I HAVE BOOBS AS BIG AS ELLE'S, NOW!

[best. loss. ever. XD]

I look pretty, too! And my eyebrows aren't as bushy anymore and...

[peers curiously at her clothes. quickly grabs the nearest robe -- made for her new grownup size, thanks castle -- out of the closet and covers herself up in case anyone wonders in]

My old clothes don't really fit me anymore.

Ooops?

[OOC: Loss is a go! FIFTIETH POST, TOO!]

[42]

[revengefinale.livejournal.com]

( PRIVATE )

(no subject)

[dailyplanetlane.livejournal.com]

[Lois is walking through town with an iced latte in one hand, her journal in the other. She's brainstorming for something to write about. Actually, something to talk about. She was always more of a writer, it's why she didn't go into television. However, the castle saw fit to take that away from her now.


She catches her reflection in a shop window. She looks at her butt, then her latte, and drops it in a nearby trash bin. When there was too much on her mind and things got confusing, she tended to take it out on herself. She pulls the pen out from behind her ear and taps her chin with it as she walks, thinking.]

[Open post!]

(no subject)

[badassbewbs.livejournal.com]

I wonder if we can die here.

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan is in his room, just getting back into the swing of normal life again. He's just finished feeding the cats, in fact, and is about to set the bag down, when the world goes dark, causing him to nearly miss the counter.]

...What the hell? ...Great, now what's gone wrong with the lights?

[He waits for his eyes to adjust. When they don't, he frowns and creates a handheld ball of lightning with a faint crackling sound.

Still nothing.]

...Oh.

((ooc: Loss start for Yuan! He's going blind for a week.))

(no subject)

[maniacal.livejournal.com]

Che. There's always someone who has to ruin it.