❦ twenty second

[afonist.livejournal.com]

[ Dictated and translated since technically this cheagle isn't wearing a golden ring; ]

Hm.

I'm not quite sure if this is a step forward or a step backwards from when the castle had decided to cause me to shrink in size.

[ Pause. ]

And these are certainly not my clothes either.

[ooc: Loss start! ... And imagine the clothes. I'm much too lazy to edit the icons anymore.]

(no subject)

[redresolve.livejournal.com]

( Private )

(no subject)

[seeyoucowboy.livejournal.com]

Got a bad feeling about this.

[a pause, and a flick, flick... flickflick of a lighter that's not working, followed by a metallic thunk as it's banged against the stone steps of the castle]

[[ooc: may also be an open post if you wish~ he's chillin' out front]]

(no subject)

[supes]

[With his journal open on the counter, Clark's been in the kitchen for a few hours now, because a) he's not much of a cook, b) it has to be perfect, c) he was challenged to not use his powers (as much as possible, anyway), and d) anything for Lana. He's making a big breakfast to deliver, freshly squeezed orange juice and all.

He peels a waffle off the iron with a spatula and inspects it for possible fail. This one is kinda burnt on the outside, and probably not cooked enough on the inside. How does that even WORK?]

Come on.

This shouldn't be THAT difficult.




[Aaaand filter for in town, later...]

[One Clark Kent is going up the steps to Lana's place, covered tray balanced on one hand. He knocks on the door, sets the tray on the step, and backs down the flight of stairs just to keep distance between them when she opens the door. No need to get hurt doing this, now.]

three.

[fanassaults.livejournal.com]

( Chie )

( Mister Strife )

[And for the rest, there is a Yukiko chillin' on a lobby couch, leafing through a book she found in the library, humming idly under her breath with her journal at her side. Feel free to bother!]

(ooc: Open & journal, etc.)

☼ 14

[lionise.livejournal.com]

[The sound of the journal falling open on the ground is recorded, followed by someone setting down some bags. Footsteps and a curious noise are heard before the following dictation.]

Did anyone lose a yellow fox thing with [pause as she counts] nine tails? It looks pretty regal... and hungry.

[Rustling of bags as Cagalli gets out some food to feed the thing. Eating noises commence.]

What exactly are you? [to the Ninetails.]

[pause] Anything information would be good, actually.

[More eating noises.]

[OOC: Cagalli finally found Lau's left behind Ninetails outside the castle. Feel free to run into her, but info is appreciated! o/]

blog thirty-two: .... ?!?!

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[there's the sound of blankets rustling, and a little tiny, decidedly non-human yawn. ... then some more rustling, and a few confused grunting noises - someone is tangled up in his blankets and can't figure out how to get out.

... this blanket cave thing is pretty neat. he's going to root around in them for a few minutes longer ... and then once he reaches the edge and gets to the pillows, he stands up on his hind legs and chirps a little bit. this is NOT how he usually starts his mornings, and ... and ... well, things are a lot bigger than he's used to them being.

hops up onto the bedside table where his journal is, and starts ... gnawing on the page, for a lack of any better way of communication. HALP.]


((OOC: Loss start!))

↓ 063 while the boyfriend is laid up

[sent_farfaraway]

[so it has come to the attention of one demon, pretending to not be a demon to spare her 'boyfriend' some unneeded stress at the moment, that Dean hasn't been informed that the Impala is still on the castle grounds. Dean might've had a trip back home and returned, but the original owner was still here, plus Dean always told Sam to take care of it while he was gone. It's totally still here. Plus the weather in Paradisa is fantastic today, so Ruby has opted to do that lame girl trick. She's washing the Impala.

The journal is open, mostly so she can hear if Sam gets shot again, or needs something, and because she needs to lure Dean out of the castle to come see that it's not all ex-demons, bachelor auctions, and crazy losses. Oh and she has to tell him that she signed him up for the auction.]

Pfft - I have soap in my mouth now.

[Here journal readers have some sudsy soap splatter, and yes, that's a smear of turtle wax since the can has been sitting dangerously close to the journal, and her foot did nudge it onto the page a moment ago]



[ooc: feel free to a) see her washing the car b) enjoy some soapy/waxy page viewing c) complain about some soapy/waxy page viewing]

165.

[oirokenojutsu.livejournal.com]

[AU!Naruto has been dead set on finding Konoha's "Invisible Time Machine" since he thinks that's how they were all brought here, and he hasn't given up yet! He's been going door to door, trying to open them and probably... ran into a few people - woops >_> But none of you had invisible time machines :| so he just left soon after]

[A GROAN] If I was an invisible time machine, where would I be?

[he's on the eleventh floor now, doing some one-handed tricks with one of his yo-yos, before opening the Fifth Doctor's door... and just... gaping at what he sees]

Whoa... what is this?

[walks inside, looking around at all the plants, before seeing the TARDIS right there... and given the environment and his walnut-sized brain, he GASPS, dropping his yo-yo and just... runs back into the hall in pure joy, wanting to tell anyone he sees]

I FOUND IT! I FOUND IT! HELL YES, I KNEW WE CAME HERE IN AN INVISIBLE TIME MACHINE!!!

[no, he has no idea what the TARDIS actually is ahdiasjd]


[[ooc: baaah~ so loss!Naruto is kind of the same as his regular self. He's just a bit more brash than usual, wants to become a gang leader, and beats people up with yo-yos. ... I wish I was kidding. He also wears this obnoxious coat thing]]

41.0

[encryptedlock]

( [Private] )

[Procrastinating and thinking can be done at the same time, right? York seems to think so! Either that or he's just up on the castle roof during the hot afternoon because he enjoys the view. He's doing a lot of pacing back and forth, with the occasional long pauses to stare out over the landscape. He doesn't seem like he's doing anything in particular, which means he's clearly willing to be bothered by people. Bug a Freelancer?]

iii.

[dog-the-ripper.livejournal.com]

[by now, the sounds of those flying cameras should be familiar to those who've been paying attention to their journals. This time, however, there doesn't seem to be anyone captured in the picture...?

At least, that is how it would look like - until the stream of photos with random bits of scenery in them is interrupted by one of Sakuya, eyes flashing a murderous red, kettle in hand...and there is the equally familiar sound of a camera being unceremoniously destroyed. Its final picture is of a strangely-coloured liquid that had been running over the lens]

( Ojousama )

[14.]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[it's hard being in a new body.

a younger, skinnier, blonder... body. ;;

aside from all that, Sophie thinks she's a woman who can adjust to a new situation just fine. after all, she's a self-sufficient, intelligent woman. very much so.

but Parker was capable of some very strange things, wasn't she? hmm. and she was off wriggling into air ducts with her body, wasn't she?

and the whole nimble, lithe cartwheel thing that Parker tends to do? Sophie wonders-- aside from whether or not Parker's trying to attempt such things wile masquerading as her-- if she could possibly pull that off now. at least while she has this body at her disposal.

as she's walking to the library, Sophie's looking from left to right, and even behind her, biting her lip once she thinks the coast is clear, and... dives forward a little. and does a cartwheel, rather than fall flat on her face.

huh. again? she'll walk a little more, still looking behind her, and once she doesn't see anyone, she'll try some flips. hmm. Parker always made it look so easy. and now she knew why.

it was kind of fun, actually. maybe she'll try it out a little more...]

_{(ooc. OPEN POST. sorry for the tl;dr. just wanted some thought context, orz. Parker does crazy stuff like this and this. feel free to see all the gymnastics, and double take at all that jazz.)}

♫ eighth song

[slightlystunned.livejournal.com]

[Written in the journal]

Giselle's Muffin Sale! in City Royale! 2 caisos each, 20 caisos for a dozen!

[CITY ROYALE]

[It's a lovely day for a stroll, don't you think? If you're in the area, you'll notice a very attractive looking stand with a large sign that says "DELICIOUS MUFFINS". They're for sale! Giselle made them all by herself, and they're really quite delicious. Perhaps you would like to purchase one? They are rather delicious, and you might even find yourself craving a second. It's no magic on her part, she just makes things that good.

A girl's got to raise her money for the auction, after all.]

(no subject)

[cooksforladies.livejournal.com]

[the following is dictated in a feminine voice]

I was making steak skewers and rice... I made too much, though, so if anybody wants any, they can come down to the kitchen and grab some.

[a moment's pause] Chie, I've already saved you some, so don't worry.


[and anybody who takes her up on the offer, or just happens to be there, you'll find this chica there, chillaxin' with a large thing of rice and steak skewers, way too much for one person; Souji, surprisingly, makes a pretty decent girl- better than he looked when crossdressing, anyway, though in many ways similar to that look]

[loss start, obviously]

044; [accidentally dictated]

[firsttsurugi.livejournal.com]

[Cloud has just woken up from a nap. it's been a long day for him, and a lot of time spent in his room after being embarrassed over the course of the past two days on a loss. it was short-lived, thankfully... he did NOT want to relive any of that. his thoughts trailed to the ones that he had gotten...well, 'close' to. he was wondering who felt worse...himself or the others]

Mnn... Why do my clothes feel so...? [there's the rustling of sheets as he gets up. but it doesn't take him long to realize...]

...

GAH!! What the hell?!? What happened to my...!? Are these...?

Why the hell am I wearing...!? [frantically looks around the room. did somebody prank him!? loss!? who cares? he then notices that the pages of his journal are left open. oh how convenient for his second loss in a row] Shit.

[he's making his way over to the journal now. gotta close it...don't want people making fun of him. well. too late for that. Cloud is wearing Tear Grants' clothes; her size and all]

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[remand.livejournal.com]

[Dictated]

( Manhattan Clan )

03.

[no-poweroverme.livejournal.com]

[sarah is in the kitchen, half-hidden in the pantry. Every so often, she'll pull out a new item of food and offer it to a very colorful, necklace-wearing dragonfly hovering above her shoulder. And every time, the dragonfly will give an angry sort of buzz, she'll sigh, and go back to digging through the pantry]

Oh, this is hopeless. [she slams the pantry doors shut in frustration] I've never met such a picky creature.

[the dragonfly merely buzzes around her head, as if annoyed at her failure]

Be patient, you, and give me a minute. [she pulls her journal towards her, speaking into it clearly]

I'm sorry, but does anyone know what a dragonfly might like to eat? [a pause] It isn't a normal dragonfly, though.

[anyone in the kitchen is free to answer as well, or just laugh at her predicament if they choose]

(no subject)

[mylifeisntajoke.livejournal.com]

Dying has given me a new perscpective on life. I mean, I've had to deal with a lot of death in my time, but I always thought of myself as invincible, as well as thinking my friends were, too, but really, life is short (and sweet, depending). [a pause... realizes wow that's angsty, so he's going to get straight to his point... smoothly, of course] So I finally got off my butt and got a job, because if my stay in Paradisa is going to be short, I might as well make the best of it and make it sweet! In other words, I'm going to make a lot of money. It's too easy to just laze around, drink, and date, here. Pretty soon I'll get chubby like Ted, and he doesn't even do half of that!

I got a modeling gig in town. It's just a matter of time before I hit the big screen. Anyone want an autograph before I'm too important to even talk to you? [just got a job as someone who poses for art students]

[also serves as an open post! he's in the library, looking for books to read for his baths B(]

( private )

[48]

[revengefinale.livejournal.com]

[Sasuke is outside on the front steps of the castle reading a book. For believing he's been kidnapped, he's awfully calm while reading the book in his hands. He may as well finish his school work so that he can hand it in when he gets back since there's not much else for him to do. Interrupt him?]

(no subject)

[wasinthedark.livejournal.com]

This place stinks.

[332]

[ino]

[She's been running into people who recognize her since she got here, and it's kind of weirding her out. How could all these people know her without ever having met her? There was no way Sakura had put some sort of embarrassing video of her on Youtube, was there? And plus, she needed to get home. Her dad and everyone else who wasn't here with her must be super worried!

So, in order to keep the random encounters to a minimum (or so she thinks), she's waiting until after the sun sets and it's nighttime to go out. This time, she's walking around closer to the city by the forest, looking around for some sort of trail that might lead out of here and to somewhere with an airport or a car they could rent. She stops occasionally, looking at her phone to see how good the signal is, and occasionally trying to send out a text. there's a few noises of frustration every time she gets an error message back. feel free to run into her, as usual!]

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

[a sigh is recorded over the journals. Time to bite the bullet, so to speak.]

...If anyone has found a small gold ring, set with a pair of green and blue stones, I'd very much appreciate having it returned. I seem to have dropped it somewhere.

(no subject)

[justkingthough.livejournal.com]

[Despite the lovely tour from Lucy, Edmund decided to explore some himself. He had spent about five hours in the library alone when he finally went down towards the kitchen, made himself a snack, he headed outside for a bit of fresh air and to see the place he hadn't been yet. Munching on scones with jam and clotted cream, he sits down in a random, nice looking place. Flipping through a medical book, he is a very happy boy. He also keeps jotting down notes from the book in his journal - which he... hasn't yet learned to filter with, OOPS.]

Surgical Sutures

- Skin, internal organs, blood vessels, tissue.
- Wick affect (obviously)
- Absorbable (preferred for internal injuries), Non-Absorbable (skin, heart & blood-vessels)
- Needles (straight, half curved or ski, 1/4 circle, 3/8 circle, 1/2 circle, 5/8 circle, compound curve; taper, cutting, reverse cutting, trocar point or tapercut, blunt, side cutting or spatula points)
- Size; 5 - 11
- Not optimal for joints without a splint. Prefer surgical glue...? (Look up later.)

[and he then drops a bit of jelly on the paper ;;]

Oh - bugger me. [tries to clean it up]

[ooc: both an open post and a regular journal post :o however you want to poke him]

fifty-six (and fifty-seven & fifty-eight?)

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[pen taps; written]

I do wonder if I could manage to do as much as I like here. Even with all the time in the world, there are only so many hours in the day! I've still got my job to do at Caritas--I would never disappoint Lorne!--but I do love the idea of us publishing some sort of magazine. And that fellow's idea for legendary parties every month...

I'm rather excited at the prospect of it all. It almost feels busy like back home.

[A giggle and she turns the page.]



[pen taps; written]

I do wonder if I could manage to do as much as I like here. Even with all the time in the world, there are only so many hours in the day! I've still got my job to do at Caritas--I would never disappoint Lorne!--but I do love the idea of us publishing some sort of magazine. And that fellow's idea for legendary parties every month...

I'm rather excited at the prospect of it all. It almost feels busy like back home.

[A giggle and she turns the page.]



[pen taps...]


(ooc: loss start and good lord, someone interrupt her before she starts again.)

(no subject)

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

[dictated almost absentmindedly. He sounds more tired than anything; he just got finished checking a good number of other places, just in case.]

I think Zelos got sent home again. Just... so anybody else he was friends with knows.

94 is the atomic number of plutonium

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[There is a Scurrying Thing in the Castle. Crowley is quite skilled at pretending to be human, but once you scrape past the demon parts of him, you will find that his core earthbound blueprint is still a snake. And as such, the Scurrying Thing must be found and murdered.

Anyone is free to notice the little green snake slithering around the castle, poking his head through open doors and such. He's evidently looking for something, and he may stop for a chat if he feels like it]

((ooc: Open post is open. Don't let him eat Barney))

(no subject)

[noyoyoshere.livejournal.com]

[in the morning, there are some recorded Suboshi weapon training sounds in the background, which then stop abruptly]

... You're one of those winged 'cameras', aren't you?!

What do you want this time? Who's sending y-- [a sudden startled yelp as one of the cameras from Aya's loss starts spitting out film at Suboshi, hitting him in the face, before the camera flies off again, with Suboshi running after it]

You-- You won't get away that easily!

[whooshing sounds as Suboshi sends his weapon after the poor camera, which takes a photo of the weapon, as well as its annoyed-looking owner not far behind, for the journal]

(no subject)

[adventuring.livejournal.com]

[ And somewhere out near the woods, Claire's sitting on her motorcycle--courtesy of Wally--leaning forward on the handlebars staring up at the stars and drinking a beer. Don't worry, she probably won't be driving it home even though she's positive she could manage, but that shouldn't stop you from harassing her. ]

(no subject)

[pkfightinglove.livejournal.com]

[Lucas is in the kitchen, in his jammies, trying to drink some warm milk to sleep but he can't sleep. his journal is out in front of him and he writes;]

What would you do when someone you really care about starts acting strange to the point that they try to hurt you? You don't ever want to hurt them back, but if you don't do something, you might get killed...

(no subject)

[twinsparks.livejournal.com]

[accidentally recorded]

You trying to lock me away, but in the end you're the one who needs to be isolated. To think that you're my other half. The better half? Ha! Don't make me laugh.

[there is some muffled banging]

No one cares about you. Why else would he ignore you?