boytroubles.

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

Who: quicksilverfast & bluespells
What: Brothers. Being brothers.
When: After this heaping helping of drama.
Where: Tommy's room.
Rating: pg-13 for language, probably.

( TWOOOO can be as bad as ONEEEE )

Filtered from Teddy and Tommy

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

[Have half a page of scribbles that come from someone drawing circles while pressing too hard.]



Okay. What the hell just happened.

I don't get it.

We went from la de dah to hitting below the belt in like .2 seconds.





Is it better to apologize even if you think you're right?

016 // transcribed

[berserkism.livejournal.com]

[Guts has been waiting out by the duck pond since dusk for the boy to show up in the usual way he does - meandering on over and making his presence known by tugging on his cloak or attaching himself to one of his legs.

a few hours past, and he still hadn't come, but Guts thought nothing of it. he could just be playing elsewhere.

when midnight came and went, the moon obscured by rainclouds, he had the distinct feeling that the child wouldn't be coming. had he been sent back to their world?

or had he ever really been here at all?

he waits for a few hours longer before crouching by the pond, tossing a peddle in and watching the ripples as it begins to drizzle.]

You're late... little guy.

[ooc: loss over; Guts' son is gone. baww. open post - feel free to bug him in person or through the journals.]

∞ 017 to die for

[onlysayinghello.livejournal.com]

[having his journal once more Jack is looking to make some private notes about this evening's auction. Mostly it's him finishing up his bachelor bid card, and wandering the castle. Of course he's still on his loss so feel free to find him. Dead. In the hallway. Because that's what he keeps doing. Dying]

[Private]

-- to do a variety of things with my evenings. Since I don't really sleep, time for me is always flexible. I can go for a late night walk, or take a bit of time to catch up on some re-- [filter ends and sound of a guy dropping to the ground is heard]

evif

[creeperlike.livejournal.com]

What?

... [ why yes it does sound like he is talking to himself, sob he hates his life right now ]

Quite down will ya, 'm tryin' to think!


( ooc; as stated here, Shinji is the poor victim of Jr.'s loss thingy. Come point and laugh, or think he is crazy whatever floats your boat 8)b )

thirty-sixth

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

[dictated. someone sounds very tired, but pleasant as ever]

Hello, Paradisa.

Did any of you know, that in the Satis Tower, there is a little pathway through the wall that leads to a small, dark room, with a convenient little bathroom adjoining? And that said room is filled with very interesting books? And that said door of said room will lock, quite unexpectedly, leaving one trapped? And that said room will disallow any conventional or magical means of leaving? And there is apparently no limit to the amount of time that the castle will keep one locked within?

I did not know, but I certainly do now.

All things considered, it could have been worse. Though every bit of magic that I used to try to get out was foiled, I was allowed to conjure food from the kitchen, and there were some books on alchemy there that I've never seen. Letting me out on my birthday was a bit of kindness that I did not foresee. [dryly] So very nice of you, Paradisa.

[a deep sigh] I must apologise if anyone has been searching for me. I left my journal in my room that day, so I'm quite set apart from anything that has transpired in the past month and a half. I hope I meet everyone sound in body and temperament?

Ah-- it means that there is going to be an auction of sorts today, [sounding bewildered] and apparently... I've been signed up. I don't suppose anyone can enlighten me on the matter...?

[ooc; I changed his birthday to today, since I missed it. :x]

♫ ninth song

[slightlystunned.livejournal.com]

[Giselle hums a cheery tune as she counts her profits from her muffin selling business. It's through the roof, people.

A giggle, and she begins to take down her modest stand. Finally, she leans over the journal and speaks.]

Thank you, everyone! I never expected quite a turn out. But now I must get ready for the auction.

[a little louder and firmer]

The muffin shop is closed!

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

( Arthur/Hallway Filter )

(no subject)

[seasonalblossom.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[ooc: /SOB]

(no subject)

[finesse-bottom.livejournal.com]

The First Paradisa Bachelor Auction
Pre-Party Meet & Greet Green Room
August 29th - 5:30PM

[Welcome to the ballroom, currently decorated as if it's waiting for a night of loud music and dancing. When you first enter the double doors you'll notice that there is a secondary set of double doors a bit ahead of you. Don't worry that low thud of base you hear is just The Weather Girls playing the initial greeting music. It'll change eventually, but never lose that same feeling of Men! Men! Men! While you're waiting, please take a program. In it you'll find a list of all of the eligible bachelors that are going to be up for sale. Some of them aren't exactly eligible under normal circumstances, so take your chance now ladies (and men)! There are a variety of couches in case you feel a bit faint from all the sexy going on at the auction. The open bar is here as well, and you are more than welcome to take your drink into the auction room. Stop here in the green room to meet up with friends, pick where the best seats in the house are, take a breather, or just get a drink! It's all in fun, and the fun doesn't stop here!]

(ooc: no actual bidding/auctions are to go in this post. This is for arrivals, meeting up with friends, general non-auction business and drunken hilarity are welcome! sections are sparse, feel free to add any that you feel we need!)

⇐ 2

[pwnspatrickjane.livejournal.com]

[Shawn has been stuck in Insolitus for NINE days. NINE. NINE very long, very awkward days where the castle would only let her wish for food and such in order to keep him you know, alive. But even that couldn't change the fact that it still SUCKED.

But is there a light at the end of the tunnel? Shawn stumbles forward, lands against a door and is suddenly tumbling out into the glaringly bright lobby, and looking around and realizing where he is]

I'M FREE!!!

[and now he's moving over to hug the person closest to him. You'll have to forgive him, he's a little overwhelmed and he probably kind of smells]



[Backdated to back before the auction. Because, yeah.]

♣ 10

[professionaldefibrillist]

[a bit of a sputter and a choke, and the journal's falling open to a very confused noise]

That was -- awkward yet oddly comforting. Huh.


[Again, backdated.]

7th mojito

[likedollclothes.livejournal.com]

[a bit of an audible groan is picked up by the journal and Sam's starting to come to a bit. He's feeling -- oddly relaxed. Like he'd been sleeping for a really, really long time]

Geez, Mikey, you hit like a brick wall.

[a bit of a pause as he looks around, kinda confused]

How long was I out?

(no subject)

[finesse-bottom.livejournal.com]

The First Paradisa Bachelor Auction
Main Auction Room
Bidding Starts 7:00PM

[Welcome to the auction ladies (and bachelors) you've walked in beyond those double doors and the lights are low. The stage is set up at the back of the room, with a models runway set up stretched pretty far outward from the middle of that stage. Lights are low, and there is no doubt that this will be a night to remember for many! Rows of chairs line the stage, and go back row after row after row. The podium at the left of the stage has Anya waiting to greet everyone and welcome them to the auction once it's seven o'clock. Anyone who has forgone getting a drink, in order to get a better seat doesn't have to worry because there are ghosts a plenty this evening serving all of the bidders and the observers (ie: the ones that will make fun of them) When seven o'clock hits Anya turns her microphone on, and her journal open]

( Auction Within - Saving FList Space )

(ooc: post up your bachelor comments below for others to bid on. I think one of the text area forms had a surplus return in it, and the bold after NAME needs to be closed!!! so please check the formatting. Other commenting is completely welcome aside from bidding comments, from making requests to remove clothing (pictures or it's not worth it) or just general catcalling and remarks about the bachelors are completely welcome between bids, just try to keep your bidding easy to spot (you are more than welcome to put your bid in the subject line as well, just to keep it organized) for the bachelor :) but most of all have fun! Bachelors feel free to space out your comments so that people all have time to bid, and play and have fun!)

#19

[flack]

[a long groan before Flack is sitting up in a room that is not his own, and looking very confused]

... the hell was that?

[Then he looks over and oh, hi Delirium]

Umm -- I think I'm in the wrong room.

Entry the First

[theabjectauthor.livejournal.com]

[hello, Paradisa. while most of you are either bidding or being bid upon, or spectating said bidding, a broad-shouldered gentleman in a black suit and fedora dashes into the lobby from outside, carrying a briefcase in one hand and a guttering flashlight in the other, slamming the door behind him and leaning upon it heavily. he speaks deeply, with a very slight lisp]

There. ... There, perhaps ... perhaps I have finally lost them. [looks around]

... Wait. This isn't ... Oh, no. [opens the door again just the tiniest crack and peers out] This isn't the summit of Mount Fraught at all. For one, it's much warmer. At least there is a rather convenient and comfortable-looking bench, upon which I might further assess my surroundings ...

[sits down upon said bench and opens up his briefcase] What? This isn't my commonplace book. This is ... some sort of journal. [opens it and starts thumbing through] I don't recall picking up anything like this in my travels. At least, nothing so fanciful as a story told from several perspectives about a magical...

[looks around] .... castle. Oh. [closes the journal and puts it back in the briefcase] Well, I certainly don't mean to trespass. Perhaps I'll just find someone who can give me directions ...

((OOC: He's going to wander down to the pre-auction thread, and poke his head in there, too, but you're more than welcome to sort him out!))

(no subject)

[progeny.livejournal.com]

[After the initial freak out, this one is practically sprinting from the kitchen with much enthusiasm! She'll run all the way to the elevator and then take the stairs up to where she needs to be -- Asuka's room! But considering that might take a bit of time, feel free to spot, be plowed into or meet this little lady by any other means.

But when she gets to Asuka's floor? The residents of the 13th floor are free to hear;]

Asuka! Asuka! I can reach all the cabinets in the kitchen!

First Officer's Log - 3

[withhumaneyes.livejournal.com]

[He may or may not have been locked up in his room for long periods of time, but in any case, Bones has informed him that it is unhealthy. It is not as if he believes the doctor, but he leaves his room in any case, because he knows that otherwise he will be bothered even more.

He found the auction and was rather disgusted by it, as well as uncomfortable around the crowd of people. So now he is outside in a thick sweater, because for him this weather is bordering on chilly, taking a walk through the gardens.]

(no subject)

[isthedaughter.livejournal.com]

[She wandered down to the kitchen for a snack, entirely unsuspecting. People saying they can smell rain are of no large concern to her...Because you can't actually really do something like that. Except for when apparently they can. When the storm hits, there's a large crash as she drops her plate of cookies on the ground. The first boom of thunder has her dropping to the floor and scrambling under the kitchen table.]

[entering the kitchen, having agreed to meet up for some good old fashion commoner cooking] Oi, Haruhi!

[a pause, as he doesn't see her anywhere] Haruhi?


[[Thanks for the irrational fear canon. Open post, come bug 'em.]]

22 - Ponderings

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[from somewhere in the back on the auction, an observation is scribbled]

I'm not sure about all this, it just makes me think of...

Do they want to be bought?

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[occultly.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Arthur )