♣ 012] hijacked his 8th virus....

[verydistinctive.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

I swear this page was blank a secon-- Hardison!


[ooc: Dear Dia- = Hardison. Red clay = Eliot. Both wrote on the same page at the same time! eta: Yellow bird and grass = Parker]

♫ 01 | dictated

[trulyterrible.livejournal.com]

[Lucille is walking around the second floor, bothering his neighbors by knocking on random doors (could be yours?!). He is also notably dressed in a nun's habit. He's just had other things on his mind over changing into proper clothes.]

Hello? Excuse me. [bang bang bang] This castle is pretty big and it has to be rich, so if someone could just answer this, that would be great. Who's the master of this Paradisa and why have you called on the Royal Orchestra?

I need a doctor, too. Something has happened to my violinist and I really don't want to have to replace him. I must have hit my head too. [bang bang bang]

(no subject)

[seeyoucowboy.livejournal.com]

What was I supposed to--

Huh? No, that's not it.

Talk about a pain in the ass. Gaping holes in my memory thanks to a black hole we call Paradisa aside, I've got this nagging feeling I've forgotten something else. Something important. What the hell's important enough to--

Nope. Whatever.

[sigh; he'll remember when he's not actively thinking about it]

... since when has it stopped raining?

:076

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

( private )

[ thunk, thunk, thunk.

Dante is in ur lobby throwing knives at ur wall. Really he has nothing better to do right about now, up just chilling and throwing knives at the wall. Eventually he runs out and has to go collect the damn things before returning to his spot and throwing them all over again.

Come bother? ]

Bill 003; Playtime

[debt-crisis.livejournal.com]

Damnit, I'm so BORED.

Don't you guys do anything for fun around here?? I mean seriously...! Shoot a few people or blow up the castle or something! Now that would be fun.

006 - Clinic

[devil-blue.livejournal.com]

[Clinic Filter]

[The first thing that Vergil noticed when he came to is that he was in a bed in the clinic. Somewhere in between being nailed to that pillar and now, someone had carted him off to the clinic.

Ah, yes. Guts. The thought of his aid brought a sharpness to his scowl that had only previously been absent.

The second thing he noticed was that the numerous wounds he had received from his fight against Dante, the stabs and cuts and bullets and the big gaping hole in his chest, they hadn't all healed fulled. They were much better than what they were, but they still had a ways to go before they would be fully healed.

Time he could spend away from this clinic.

Thirdly, his sword was missing. Yamato was not in his possession. And from what he could recall, only one person could have it. Dante.

With a deep breath, he pushed himself up from the bed, reaching for his bloodied and torn up clothes and garbing himself once more, before attempting to leave the clinic.]

Page 43; A Hard Day's Morning?

[chosenfake.livejournal.com]

[a sleepy groan]

Nngh... Crap. I think I fell asleep on the floor...

When's the last time I ate? I can't remember... I wonder if this is how Guy gets when he finds a new piece of fontech.

[some silence...

then a HUGE YAWN]

the thirteenth

[exhikki.livejournal.com]

[he'd been planning on going to the music room to look through the CD collection there, maybe uncover something new from a band he'd never heard of or get hold of a discontinued release if he was lucky. But this fateful trip up the stairs leading to the third floor is a rude reminder that the castle, grandiose as it is, was never designed with tall people in mind. There's a loud thump, and Chiba's valiant efforts to keep his head clear of the upper flight are evidently for naught]

...ouch...

[wait, was that the sound of a camera's shutter going off?]

.011

[my-six-hearts.livejournal.com]

((ooc: forward dated to right before the event hits later. Poor Cubie.))

[the Weighted Companion Cube was empathy incarnate...or, was incarnate because of empathy...and it was bothered. Huddled up against the wall of the Castle, it had its proverbial ear to Cair Paradisa's pulse...and it was worried]

I hear it.
It. You.

( [accidentally filtered to the Castle] )

Please.

Please. It is upset I'm sorry i am sorry

don't be angry please please sorry


[the little jumble of words trails off quickly as the Companion Cube's thoughts get too scattered to pick up]

(no subject)

[dailyplanetlane.livejournal.com]

[Little Monkey Lois escaped from Donna, now she has escaped from Booster. She wants a banana, and she wants one now. So she's skidooting on over to the kitchen to get one.

Once she gets there and gets one, she has trouble opening it. She starts banging it against her journal and screeching loudly.]

EEEE!!! EEE!!! E-EE-EEE!!!! Oooo-o-oooAAHHH!!! [BANG BANG BANG




Now she thinks about all the times Donna made her food. And opened banana's for her. She took her for granted. Monkey Lois is monkey-sad, so... she bangs the banana against the journal some more and bites at it]

[Open post askfaksh. This loss needs to end. But.. its... so fun.]

I've lost count. Actually, I was never counting to begin with.

[scarletspeedsta.livejournal.com]

I feel good after working out with Maya this morning. The weird thing is, when I was taking a shower I realized I was out of my good shampoo, and I asked the castle for more and I didn't get it. Nothing. It totally ignored me.

Don't know if it's just me or if the castle is feeling testy today.

Anyway, that's where running faster than the speed of sound comes in handy, right?

#5. Sam be dating Sam.

[ipuckett.livejournal.com]

[and this is Sam, actually not getting herself into trouble too much, as she is standing tall, picking at her fingernails, waiting around for a certain someone. she would have felt weird having him pick her up at her door (though the thoughts of the physical action in of itself was definitely in the back of her mind, amusing her very much), and she wasn't about to play stalker just yet for now, so she'll just wait for that certain someone at the front steps of the castle.

she's looking nice (but not too nice; she doesn't really have the mind to try too hard), smelling clean (the smell of meat could really only go so far to appease others), and just looking cool and casual as usual. it's been a long, long while since she's got to go on a date with a cute guy, and she's definitely looking forward to this one!]

_{(ooc. sorry for the lateness! hope this is okay sdfghjkl ♥)}

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

[Friends of the Doctor and people who were at the TARDIS meeting]

If all goes as planned, Caan should be on the roof soon. I'm on my way up, anyone else still capable of helping, now is your chance to follow.

(no subject)

[kindnessing.livejournal.com]

[ooc: backdated to this morning, right before he brushes his teeth - Aya and Zazie can butt in whenever!]

[some low pentaps... Something's wrong. He feels antsy, like there was something he forgot. Like he owes someone something. Naturally, his first reaction is to ask...]

... Is there something I can do for someone today? I'm going into town this afternoon, so if anyone wants me to pick something up or run an errand, please let me know.



... Ah, also, I've got a question for the adults from Earth. Um... early 21st century, if it matters. What is your profession at home? How did you know that you wanted to go into your field? And, um... was it hard to figure out?

024. trapped in the closet

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

[Peri wakes up slowly, with something akin to a headache. she's not sure if that's from being hit, or being drugged, or simply from just being asleep for a long time. she sits up in bed, and realizes she's in her old room in the TARDIS. after taking some time to get dressed and brush her teeth and hair she goes to the console room, stifling a yawn behind one hand. she goes to open the front door, and--it's locked. somehow. she didn't even know the TARDIS could lock from the outside. looking around, she doesn't see any evidence of the Doctor]

Doctor ...?

[tries the handle again; it's stuck. this is just damn annoying. she wanted to go back to her castle room, check on her plants, maybe go out to the pond--and the damn door won't open. she starts banging on it]

Hey! Anyone around?! The door's stuck, it won't open ... let me out!

((ooc: open post! did this to explain Peri being persona non grata while I was out of town))

⚠ 006 - if the shoe fits

[explosions]

[if one has an ear for a specific sound, they might hear the clatter of a pair of shoes falling to the ground, as she takes them off]

You know, shoe shopping used to actually be fun. I miss the days of making the sales person go back and forth between the front of the store and the back of the store with different sizes.

Ninth Tube

[14thkuzunoha.livejournal.com]

This isn't right. Something feels off.

second

[themoonspirit.livejournal.com]

[a soft, slight moan, dictated]

I wonder how many more of you can sense the uneasiness. It's very strong, and it only makes me wonder what would cause the spirit of the castle to feel this way.

Does this happen often? Does it always let us know when it's unhappy?

(ooc: tag later, be back in a bit. ♥)

coming in the air tonight

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[after dealing with Caan, and unlocking Peri from her room - both of which are being backtagged as the mun's RL has horrible timing - Five is making himself a sandwich in the TARDIS kitchen, intent on taking it with him into the library and reading until the rest of the world falls away. he's just finished putting butter, salt, and and pepper on the bread when a shock runs through his chest, and he drops the butter knife to clutch at the space between his hearts]

Wh-what...?

Oh... oh, no, not again. Ah--! ... [frowns, and abandons his sandwich artistry - and his journal, on the counter - to wander out into the hall]

What is it, girl? Hm? Is this you? Or ... or it? ...

[wincing, he makes his way through the TARDIS halls, intent on finding the Cloister Room and seeing if something there will tell him where the sudden wave of timesickness is coming from ... but the Castle has mucked with the TARDIS again and moved it. so he'll be wandering the deeper corridors until the plot is over, looking for the source of everything...]

§ 12

[iwas-cassandra.livejournal.com]

[a bit of a pause]

Something's -- not right.

blog, interrupted

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

Okay, journal. Instead of juggling a clipboard and just writing all this down? YOU'RE gonna do it for me. Then I can keep my hands free. Okay? AWESOME.

Sooo ...

We've got plenty of filters ... [some shuffling of boxes] Low on medium lids ... plenty of smalls ...

... Okay, where the hell are the large lids?

[shuffle. and the creak and click of a door shutting] ... Behind the door. Right. Of course, because EVERYONE looks for large to-go lids behind the door.

[and then there's the ominous ka-thunka-thunka of a door that will not open being tugged on]

What?

WHAT? [KA-THUNKA-THUNKA-THUNK]

OHHHHHH, GIVE ME A BREAK---!

[trapped in the WildKat supply closet, brb when you all remember who you are! <3]

♕ thirty two

[steelbound.livejournal.com]

( private )

( Yukari )

vi; ♦ : rasperry spar

[perfectlikeme.livejournal.com]

[She'd put too many things on her plate today. A little swiping here, some beauty treatments there, and-- oh yes. She was supposed to meet somebody today. Unfortunately, Rouge is running a little late, and still has a few of her stolen goods on her by the time she's in the lobby to meet with Ms. Troy. Still, no one would be able to tell, right?

That chain hanging from her pocket is awfully sparkly though, and jingles merrily as she pulls out her journal.]

I seemed to have overpacked my schedule today. Looks like the whole castle's getting jumpy, hm? There's something in the air.

Wonder what it is~

(no subject)

[redresolve.livejournal.com]

[She's standing in the courtyard, though this next part is written. But if you're out and about, feel free to notice this one staring at the castle]

What a strange feeling. So much has happened over the past week, but it would be a little naive of me to think it's going to be quiet now. It doesn't look like I'm the only one with such an uneasy feeling either.

I really want to be optimistic, but-

[dictated, somewhat thoughtfully to herself]

I really wonder what it is that you're planning.

(no subject)

[moeglasses.livejournal.com]

[... So, Kyouya has decided to do some SEKRIT research for Host Club related things. Maybe different worlds have different tastes in da menz? Anyways, he's going to write in a disguised, super girly handwriting with hearts dotting the I's and such for this whole post, LMAO.]

Hey, girls! What are some important traits you'd look for in a boyfriend? ♥

050; [dictated]

[firsttsurugi.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Keep your guard up, everyone. But don't worry about it too much. It's probably just the jitters after everything that's happened lately.

It'll pass.

'Why am I so calm? ...no...that's not it. I think... I'm just scared.'

[OOC; Italics are internal thoughts. Can't be heard.]

(no subject)

[protects.livejournal.com]

Who: Leon S. Kennedy and open.
What: Plagas Headache from hell.
When: Same date and time as irl.
Where: Castle's clinic, anywhere.
Rating: Up to R, depending.

( It had been over a week now, and the headaches were becoming more and more frequent )

polyglot #4

[simplyuhura.livejournal.com]

[still filtered away from Dalek Caan]

[Uhura has been wandering around the castle, but has taken to sitting in her room for now. In her sleepiness, she feels like she should write again, settling in after grabbing some ice cream.]

I love ice cream. I really like butter pecan. Sometimes with a little chocolate syrup.

[A splotch appears on the page]

Damnit.

[sleepily] I...like it here...

[the book thumps close]

(no subject)

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

[Written:]

And just when I was in a good mood again... danger strikes. Insert the theme from "Mandibles" here.

Or a generalized feeling of creepy. Are we gearing up for Halloween already? Everywhere starts putting up halloween stuff in September now, the castle might as well. Anyone want to take bets on what it is this time? My money's on killer pumpkins. [Here there's a (badly drawn) doodle of a pumpkin with fangs chasing a stick figure.]

057...?

[shirtless]

[For someone who had known exactly what he was heading so eagerly toward the kitchen for... he has absolutely no idea where he's going now.

Standing in the middle of the lobby is a teenage boy of about 6'7", scratching his head and looking every which way.]

Uh, shit, I was going somewhere. Where was I going?

(no subject)

[likeincoffee.livejournal.com]

[Guess what he was doing? Flying. Do you know what happens when you forget how to fly? You fall. Ouch. Have a crash as the ghost kid crashes onto ground]

OW! Uh...

Why was in the the sky? ...How was I in the sky?

56?

[iknowhowtogetit.livejournal.com]

[and the journal's pushed off the bed, its owner having flinched off to the side upon seeing a beautiful woman's arm draping over her. in a bed. yeah, that's questionable.]

Who are you and... why are you so close to me?

[scribbled in quickly into her journal, amidst the confusion;]

Did anyone else wake up next to [tap, tap] someone?

night 4

[philistined.livejournal.com]

[Goliath's been in the library since he woke up. he's in the Shakespeare section, deeply engrossed in his reading. the uneasy feeling washes over him suddenly, and he dictates with that rumble. you know the one:]

I do not like this.

[journal and open post; feel free to come upon him, if your character is wont to be in dark sections of the library ;D]

1

[deriving.livejournal.com]

So, this thing's a communicator, huh? Heh! Zetta creative. But it's garbage.

CRUNCH!

I'll add it to the heap.

[ how do you like that for a greeting? the best part is that he doesn't even appear to have an "indoor voice"; he's just loud. and distinctly sarcastic-sounding. and distinctly distinctive-sounding. ]

I've had enough of this multivariation. Come out, Composer! I'll derive you right here and now, if this is the way you want to simplify things.


[ ooc: aaaand intro. backdated to a bit before the plot! 8D ]

018 //

[berserkism.livejournal.com]

[Guts spent the majority of last night and today outside of the castle after dropping Dante and Vergil off at the clinic. He was frustrated - extremely so; not only had Vergil gone after Ino and caused her serious physical harm, but Guts hadn't been able to do jack shit about it. By the time he'd found the twins, they'd nearly torn each other apart. There was no satisfaction in killing a man who was already at death's door.

Fully armored and with Dragonslayer still on his back, he's walking slowly through town on his way back home. He's sort of... hovering on his block, looking irritated and generally like he's debating something. Feel free to bump into him?]

[ooc: open post!]

Virus 9: Confusion

[warcraftandcash.livejournal.com]

So... I have a question? What are all this little mechanical, colorful bits?

And also, where am I? It's strange but I can't seem to remember where I am or... who I am. Or anything.

I mean, I know my name, but uh-- that's about it. I'm guessing this is new development.

(no subject)

[scarletspeedsta.livejournal.com]

Hey, is there...


Wait, what? ...Hello?

[he notices some tapes in the corner of his room.] What are those tapes? [notices a trail of pictures of him with several different women leading to his door, where there are more pictures of all different kinds posted everywhere]

...Who's she? Wow.

(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

[a sudden mew is recorded

groggily dictated;]

Ah... A black kitty... Who do you belong to?

[and he takes a look around and there's a coffin in there, closed up]

Is that a...

What is a coffin doing in here!!?

(no subject)

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[If Cubie can hear it? Del can definitly hear it. And on top of her loss, this is very very bad.]

Didn't mean to, won't tell a soul. Promise. I promise IpromiseIpromisepromisepromisepromisepromise No. No! It doesn't taste like that! Not... nothing, it's not like nothing it's like everything its nothing everything not words...

[Whimper, hands over her ears, and upset humming. Like she rocking in a corner]

Pick a side, the truth only gets to have two! Heigh ho heigh ho its off to the heights we go

[All the noise stops, and there's a thunk]

No more stars...

chief medical officer's log: eleven

[curedrainydays.livejournal.com]

[Dictated. He's very obviously upset, and possibly even on the verge of tears. Missing amygdala what.] I can... hear. There's a storm coming, pieces breaking off and... there aren't storm shelters, sound the alarm but it's all over, no place to hide and I can't- think>/i> about it, it's everywhere and even in the holes, it can't see a goddamn thing. If I could reach it but I can't.

Even. Hide.

[Not that he's not trying. Anyone want to play Find the Doctor?]

|| { 63: tremolo } ||

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[skulking, skulking, skulking.............. shiki alert! Joshua ducks into a nearby hallway to hide.]

[ooc: Backdated to a little earlier tonight before the castle loss - as of this post, Joshua and Shiki's losses are over.]

[008]

[asitcouldbe.livejournal.com]

Does anyone know where those gunshots were coming from? Someone might need to be brought to the clinic, and fast.

OOC: Referencing this.

↓ 065 not even remotely amusing

[sent_farfaraway]

[someone was in the middle of doing something she liked to do... and then the journal flies open]

Really fucking cute castle.

You really know how to screw up my Friday night with a loss. First it's rock'em sock'em and then it's a drastic halt in the usual and a blank stare.



[ooc: Ruby has not lost her memories... but Sam did. At the worst moment.]

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Allen was about to add into the chorus of "who and where" when Tim who had been sitting still on his pillow suddenly fluttered a little. dictated;]

Where-

Wait, did that thing just move...?!

Twenty Five Rels

[wildandfire.livejournal.com]

( Tip toe tip toe )

[[OOC: Del and Caan. This is the call for battle! Luke's drafted in for the first hit, so wait until his attack before y'all jump in ♥]]

96th feather

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

Uh... hey... hello? Are you awake?

Please wake up, sir, something has... happened...

[if one has good ears, there's the sound of someone being shaken by the shoulders]

Ahh, what should I do? Please wake up!

I think I'm in trouble.

(no subject)

[supes]

I was thinking–––

[pause, as if suddenly distracted]

.... thinking....

What was I just saying?




[ooc: plot start!]