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[lilblackdevil.livejournal.com]

[everyone has their own methods for de-stressing, some just find weirder things to do as compared to others. Hence, there's a catchy tune that sounds rather electronic playing in the background, and Hartmann can be heard humming along cheerfully]

...amazing...

[and she tries to imitate the folks in the video for no particular reason other than fun. Wouldn't you? Of course, it's not that easy. This is written:]

Does anyone here know how to wriggle their eyebrows in different directions?

OPEN POST

[sofaultless.livejournal.com]

Who: [Bad username or site: sofaultless title=Azula @ livejournal.com] and WHOEVER
What: Training, and likely the interruption thereof.
When: Friday afternoon, July 31st.
Where: Outside the castle.
Rating: G

( In the sweltering heat of the July sun... )

(no subject)

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

Who: shrt_temper and ultimaverum
What: This Could Be The Beginning Of A Beautiful Partnership
When: July 31st, after they've explored the murder victims' rooms and Rorschach starts questioning the people who returned.
Where: 2nd floor of the Library
Rating: PG, maybe? I can't remember if there are bad words. Probably not, LOL.

( Between the two of us, we'll catch him... )

rorschach's journal. august 1st. (open)

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

(Clinic Filter)

[walks in dragging his feet somewhat, and looking very, very displeased. has his trenchcoat rolled up and tucked under one arm, with his hat, scarf, and mask hidden inside it. he's holding the other arm up across his chest, loosely. anyone with even basic first aid training could take one look at his wrist and realize that he should have a lot more than just an ace bandage wrapped around it, and there are the barest remnants of a black eye and a split lip. looks around, hoping to God that no one is actually there]

This is ridiculous. [turns to the doorway to address the figure coming in behind him] Was FINE the way it was, Question.




((OOC: Set after this log takes place. Any medics out there feel like patching up a surly, stubborn vigilante hobo while he bickers with his new partner?))

(no subject)

[gracelesslamb.livejournal.com]

[Bella is outside the castle, enjoying the nice (night time) weather and the fact that she can breathe some fresh air. She totally decided to sneak out of the room while Edward was gone. Now she's just sitting on the front lawn, legs stretched out, journal open.]

You know, aside from the general creepy factor of this place, it's nice having clear skies for more than one day. Going outside at night and not getting soaking wet? Really, really great.

[OOC: Back-dated to earlier in the night/evening! Feel free to see her in person or respond over the journal. o/]

[open] breathing comes in pairs

[overninelives.livejournal.com]

Who: Claire and anyone!
What: Claire is swimming and... possibly testing out her limits. :|
When: Today!
Where: The pool.
Rating: PG-13 because she's weird.

( except for twice )

[analysis 006 | paradisa | voice/action] Losing

[lieutenantibuki.livejournal.com]

[The journal transmits the sound of clacking keys, which pause for a moment and then Maya sighs in frustration. She apparently doesn't know her journal is open and she's muttering to herself.]

...but that should be able to... wait... how do I do that again...? Come on, Maya this is ridiculous. You should be able to do this easily. It's a simply networking problem! It shouldn't be this difficult!

[For anyone hanging around in the library, Maya is poised over one the computers, hands hovering over the keys, a look of intense frustration on her face. She finally throws her hands up in defeat and slumps back in her chair, just staring at the computer screen.]

Rebel One

[lust-sin.livejournal.com]

[Well, like most people that come in during will important points in their respective canon, the journal is wide open and waiting for when Jin pops up, which is right.

About...

No-]

YOU BITCH!

[Waits...a second...Where'd everything/one go?]

Is this your doing, you worthless bitch?! Do you think you can hide him from me here?! You can't have him, he's MINE! He's mine and I will find him. And you. And then I will kill you, I swear. I will KILL YOU, YOU BITCH!

[Some heavier breathing, before sounds of movement. Stumbling/limping around to be precise, since he's really quite injured at this point, until he can look out the window]

What the hell...This isn't Kagutsuchi.

(no subject)

[nomoreemokid.livejournal.com]

 Okay, I'm back. That's...well, I'd rather be back home. But it's better than before.

(no subject)

[hev-interloper.livejournal.com]

[So, remember that little robot that's been trekking across the castle, collecting up all your untended possessions? No? Well, he has, and he's gotten quite a few. The ghosts have helped too. And when aaaaaall that trash started to pile up, he decided to make it into cubes. Those cubes are what you can see stacking up outside the castle... except he hasn't just been stacking them.

He's been building a rocket. It's his directive!

So anyone looking out their window or walking around the castle might see the beginnings (AKA the bottom) of something that looks rather like this. Isn't it beautiful, Paradisa?]

[[Open post! Feel free to wonder at what the little 'bot is doing!]]

(no subject)

[kindnessing.livejournal.com]

[a slight cough.]

Is everyone all right? Is he gone? Nothing's been filtered against him for the past week, so...

... I'm sorry about the trouble.

001 - It's Spelled F-U-C-K

[eatinurdudez.livejournal.com]

Huh?

Hello? HELLOOOOO?! Lil Hellsing Bitchy?

...Ah you bitch. The fuck did you do? Bitch! [Quiet for a moment]

Hey. That book's all...recording me and shit. [Shoots it. Sorry sensitive hearing people]

Alright, this book is awesome. Alright magic fucking book, you're coming with me. [Picked up off the table] Ain't even gonna bother wondering where that stick-up-the-ass whore found you. Finders keepers, losers are lunch.

[Walking walking, curtains opening now]...The fucking fuck?

Alright, hold the phones! I said hold them, bitches! FUCK!

Now this shit is just fucked right up! The SNAFU is FUBAR bitches! Here I was, minding my own business, fucking up a houseful of old fucks and green fucks, and now I wind up in some High-ass Class Castle Bedroom? Shit, if I'd of known those cigars were laced, I'd have smoked a whole fucking dozen of them!

[And he starts throwing the book in the air now]

I mean, fuck!

Hey, is that a duck pond?

(no subject)

[drives.livejournal.com]

[Is in the kitchen! Making a sandwich, because that's all he's good for he's a hungry still-growing guy. MMM MEAT.



Obviously you should guilt him into making one for you too. Or chat. Whichever.]

Eleven

[ratjamlol.livejournal.com]

( Private )

(no subject)

[lady-girasol.livejournal.com]

Well, looks like everyone's startin' to come back. S' odd, watchin' it-- I mean, back from th' dead, no strings attached? Sounds like quite the luxury if yer ask me!

...But hey, I ain't complainin'!

How's everybody doin'?!

first strike

[lastofgardios.livejournal.com]

What the-- where am I?

This is definitely not where I went to bed at last night...

I hope this isn't one of Emperor Peony's jokes...

(no subject)

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

HE'S A MEANIE HEAD. And that was yucky. Not as yucky as that time the sky fell with vicious... viscous...

[Is down and mumbling to herself again] Already told so where did it go...? All stuck in the corners and it's sticky like

It doesn't smell very good.

[A long pause and then something occurs to her]

SWEETS! Hunty thingy. We should do the hunty thingy.

007 // dictated

[berserkism.livejournal.com]

[FILTERED TO THOSE INVOLVED IN THE CABOT TAKE-DOWN AND PLANNING THEREOF]

Wondering if anyone's thought of a contingency plan when Cabot gets brought back by the Castle. From what I've gathered, he'll show up in his room, but does anyone have anything more specific than that? If he's separated from his sword, some permanent containment might be our best bet. If not... then a quick way to get it off of him might be something to look into. Preferably before he decides to cleave his way through more people.

I know some people think he might be tied to the Castle in another way. I'd like to know why and how.

[/FILTER]

[reluctantly:] Anyone here experienced with magic wards or seals... I need a favor.

» nine bursts of speed «

[quicksilverfast.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to friends and those who tried to help him/talked when he was drunk/hungover]

Hey, uh. For those of you who don't know me, I'm the white-haired kid who got really drunk at the beginning of the week... I'm really sorry? About, like... everything I did. It was a dumbass thing to do, and I, uh... just wanted to apologize, and say it won't happen again. Just because someone says something is a good idea doesn't mean it is, et-cet, et-cet.

So, yeah. There it is.

[Filtered to those who helped with Cabot]

What's going on now? Any more news? I've seen people coming back, but I was just wondering whether we have a gameplan... and whether we're still doing those parties. I know someone who can bake a wicked cake.

[Filtered to those who're coming back from THE DEAD]

Welcome back, guys. We missed you.

007;

[has-thorns.livejournal.com]

[This looovely evening finds one rather sulky-looking NOT FAT akuma sitting at one of the local bars in town, not-so-much enjoying a glass of red wine she hasn't touched; she'd dressed in her evening best and yes, muttering to herself. Because that's what whiny akuma do, apparently ):]

This is such a pain... First the Exorcists begin sweeps of the town, then that...thing makes me lose my appetite. And here I was, hoping to enjoy a nice, quiet meal in town. What a disappointment.



[[ooc; open post!]]

↓ 059 must have lost brain cells when she was dead

[sent_farfaraway]

[Dean Winchester]

Hey you were talking about wanting a room closer to Sam? I might be able to help with that.

[/Dean Winchester]

(no subject)

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

[Lloyd is in the kitchen tonight, the first time he has been since he tried to force his way in over a week ago. He's waiting for Yuuri, sitting at the counter and writing something on a slip of paper he tore from somewhere. There are things scattered around on the counter near him, bowls and spoons and a container of flour. Baking, most likely.]

... No, that's not it either. Man, I know I know this, I watched him do it a million times.

[Feel free to bother them while they fail.]

Things going bump in the castle

[broken-barrier.livejournal.com]

Who: Shannon (broken_barrier) and Joshua (fastest)
What: Shannon returns from an errand to a Joshua fit. Yay.
When: Now-ish
Where: Joshua and Shannon's room
Rating: PG-13 for now due to Joshua fit

( Or just being tossed into a wall. )

(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[private]

[after reading back over everything that happened, Tony can't help but feel.... ugh, something]

Well, that was just great. I can think of a few ways that would have worked out better....

I need to stick closer to my suit. Or find something more mobile. I need to... Ugh, no. Jesus, I already carry this thing around with me, that should be enough. How much more do I have to kill my own morals to keep people safe?



[public]

Hey, I'm back. I know you all missed me, but keep the tearful reunions to a minimum, please. I don't handle crying well.

☆ 33

[thefierceness.livejournal.com]

[there's a gasp, and the sound of a journal dropping, as high heels resonate on the other side of your journals.

clack, clack, clack, and a certain someone seems to be running toward a ghoulish sight. there's something that may have resembled a faint squeak, but what comes next completely sets the mood for the panicked noises...]

Calling all cars! All coroners! We have dead one here! [and she chokes back another gasp, her voice completely drenched in the melodramatics. it's just her nature, really.] This girl-- this poor, unfortunate girl seems to have totally taken a nasty fall down the stairs.

OH WAIT. [and a pause. a long one.] Okay, wait. [and a breath] Okay, oh god. She is like, so totally breathing. [and a sigh of relief] OH. MY. GOD. That was so scary. Seriously!

Okay, I thought that having someone fall on top of someone else [cough] was bad, but this? Oh, it's horrible! Oh my god, why isn't anyone like, rushing toward us by now? She needs help! Help, I tell you! Help!

Stay with me, random girl! [shake, shake] Stay with me!

[and added in later. deep breaths, people!] [and deep breaths...] Medics? Healer... people? We have like, this young girl, right? At the bottom the castle's front stairs, right? We need some assistance right away, and like, fast! She seems okay, but... you know, if you could go that extra mile, that would be great.

_{(ooc. this. mandy gets to be the hero now!)}

personal log 〚oo1〛

[submariner]

[recording starts with that sort of weebly-wobbly whirring/beeping noise indicative of a tricorder scan, followed by dictation]

Greetings, indigenous life-forms. I apologize for making use of your communication network without permission, however, I am unable to establish contact with my ship using any of my own devices and known frequencies. I am Lieutenant Commander Data of the Federation Starship Enterprise.

There appears to have been a transporter malfunction during my attempt to beam down to Nervala IV. If Commander Riker, Lieutenant Worf or Ensign Hoyt are present, please respond.