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[lostblacksouls.livejournal.com]

[Hey guys! Have the beautiful (and muffled) sound of Lau throwing his guts up in the bathroom! Yeah, he's not having a good week, and all that rum sure didn't help. He's placed the notebook on a table near the door, he can't help it if he's rather loud. After several long, panting moments, he can be heard dragging his feet over to a couch, where he drops himself on it and pants.]

Justice is reaped upon those who swallow poison willingly... I suppose these are my just desserts... Such kù xíng...

[His voice is practically quaking as he speaks. He's really suffering from the withdrawal.]

(no subject)

[thirteenth.livejournal.com]

Who: Ukitake and Lorne
What: Ukitake visits Caritas
When: The evening of his arrival in Paradisa
Where: Caritas
Rating: PG

( Singing Shinigami )

99th feather

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

[As Pit opens the journal, there's the metal clang of him setting his training weapons down. To a careful ear, he sounds a little winded, but not unhappy- he's glad to be back to his normal self, that's for sure.

Then he picks up a pencil and starts to write in small, blocky print]

With so many people with fighting abilities, it's odd that we don't have big co-op training groups or something. And some people don't have any... I think if something dangerous happened again, wouldn't it be good of people here had an idea of what to do to defend themselves, rather than only being able to run all the time?

And it'd be good practice for people who could. It just seems silly to have everybody off training separately when there are so many people you could practice with.

[a pause, and he taps his pencil a little bit before putting it down and speaking]

That being said, is anybody willing to spar with me later? After everything that's happened, I feel a little rusty, so I promise I won't whup you too badly.

† 008 - dictated

[priestish.livejournal.com]

[Abel is in the Church he set to arranging last week, and it's finally complete. however, upon going to Esther's room to tell her the good news, he discovers her nameplate is sadly...

gone.

he's sitting in the first pew. he doesn't notice the journal on the alter has flipped open as it sometimes happens to do, recording a few long moments of silence as he leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes unfocused behind his glasses.

there's a sad smile on his face as he reached to clutch his rosary, fingers running over the cross.]

Alone again, hm? But not lonely... Thank you, Esther.

Rebel 011; Thank god I moved

[shitshitshiiit.livejournal.com]

...Yeesh. Think you guys were loud enough last night? I mean I know the castle was involved but even with the damn book closed I could hear some freaks singing way into the night. My ears are gonna be ringing for days after all that racket.

[written just a few moments later as an afterthought :>]

I'm so glad I moved out of that messed-up place.

♞ thirty-first batsignal

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

[the voice sounds exhausted, and a bit sleep deprived over the journal]

Once I could blame on the transition, on stress even - but twice?

I'm not even that awake, but I've been trying to fall back asleep, and it's just not working.

⇐ 4

[pwnspatrickjane.livejournal.com]

So, a couple quick questions for you castle dwellers:

First of all, and this is clearly the more important question, when it comes to your spray cheese products, would you go with Cheez Whiz, or generic?

Second of all, is there some kind of sign-up sheet for those random castle changing thingies or are we just chosen at random? Because I'm totally bummed that I missed out on the whole Pirate-for-a-Day thing. Me and Gus both actually.

For the record? We would have made kickass pirates. Just saying.

By the way, Gus, are you still not speaking to me?

[[ thirteenth thought ]]

[imnotanyone.livejournal.com]

Never thought I'd say this, but I miss being a beat cop.

[louder]

Molly, if you need me for anything, I'm going out to the shooting range. [might as well keep his skillz up]

:: 6th language

[shewhoishiswife.livejournal.com]

( James Kirk )

[oh yeah, she's hella amused :D]

(no subject)

[lady-girasol.livejournal.com]

[and who's that lying on a rug in the library, sleeping the day away?

Why, it's Zazie! After all that rum (as that's all she cared about on Pirate Day) she's taking a marathon nap.

Note that it's been about a day and a half since she sell asleep there, snoring loudly into the journal. Have some rummy-smelling drool, Para.

Very nice, ain't it?]

+35

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam kind of loves Fall. It's chilly so he can wear his usual normal layers, but not so cold that he needs all the heavy coats and things. Plus, he can still sit outside and there's all the leave changing and the time changing and all that fun stuff. It's pretty. He's at least enough of a girl to admit that.

So he was outside reading, back against a tree, and at this point he's kinda dozed off a bit, book resting on his chest, chin to chest. He's got Alice to sit with him to make sure her stupid master doesn't get himself slaughtered in his sleep, but otherwise, he's half-dead to the world.

Feel free to bother.]


[Open post!]

012; hands of blue

[ninjasinspace.livejournal.com]

[Clinic Filter]

[Healers and patients might observe the crazy teenage psychic drifting through the clinic. Occasionally she pauses, or lets her fingers brush across a bed or medical instrument, but for the moment she seems harmless and calm.





...For the moment.]

057; dragons last forever, but not so little boys

[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

...You know, I did it and I still haven't figured out how I managed to finger paint a mural on my ceiling.

Fifty First Beacon

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

( [Hallin] )

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan is up on the roof, having fully recovered from the piracy of Saturday. It's not exactly the top of the Golden Gate Bridge, but even if there were a suspension bridge near here, Yuan couldn't get to the top anyway. He's looking quite solemn, and doesn't seem to realize the journal is sitting open beside him, as he speaks softly in Angelic.]

'Son-of-my-heart, rest well.
So long as I remain within these walls, your work is not forgotten.'

((ooc: Open and journal. He's left a small carved Wiccan charm against sorrow tied to Peter Petrelli's doorknob, too.))

058

[shirtless]

Let's see. We've been pirates, cowboys, and space people. [scribbles from his ammendments] I was thinking ninjas would be next. Who wants to guess what we'll be next?

So's everyone good now? Do we need a roll call?

♣ 12

[professionaldefibrillist]

( [Dr. Cuddy] )

(no subject)

[broughtbiggun.livejournal.com]

[Yoko was just heading down to the kitchen, you see, nothing more special than that. Just heading down to grab a quick snack...

Until the journal falls open in time to catch a sickening, growl-like sound and a very surprised--]

What the--!

[And then--BAM! BAM! BAM!]



[OOC: Anyone remember Bob the lovable remnant from the Dead Space plot? :)]

There are 100 tiles in a standard Scrabble set.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Hi Paradisa, have the sound of someone waking up, because, well, the journals aren’t about to miss this. Now Crowley knows he drank a lot last night, after finding out Amanda had left and all, but he's fairly certain he hadn’t got THIS drunk]

...I can’t remember passing out in Claire’s room last night.

[And though that’s Crowley’s voice, he pauses when he notices something very, very different]

...Or turning into a woman again.

[[ooc: Good morning, Claire! Loss start! Once Claire's tagged in, feel free to notice the insanity]]

night 5

[philistined.livejournal.com]

( Clan )

Entry the Twenty First: Chance.

[iownthehallows.livejournal.com]

[Have a seated Gellert in the lobby playing solitaire, the journal by his side.]

Well at least the pirates were more amusing than the memory loss.

I must thank you all for your co-operation with my earlier question. I appreciate that it was upsetting for some but hopefully not permanently so.

Needless to say I appreciate having both of my legs returned and my eye. I was rather fond of my original visage.

However, getting the taste of that paint stripping rum from my mouth may take a little longer.

[The sound of shuffling cards]

Whilst we have a few minutes of lucidity can I interest anyone in a game of chance?

(no subject)

[scarletspeedsta.livejournal.com]

( Rayner )

For someone who can pull hours out of picoseconds, four months in this place can get a little depressing. I'd say I should start reading, but I never remember what I speed-read. At least I've gotten ridiculously good at Guitar Hero, Claire as my witness.

I'd like another wish day here.

(no subject)

[dontsaylacking.livejournal.com]

[ooc: backdated to Friday]

( Major Kisaragi )

[Filtered away from Major Kisaragi, people who would warn him, and people who have no experience fighting]

I...I originally don't want to do this, but I know I won't be able to do this alone... My superior here has orders to remove an item from a man, f--for his own good, and hide it.

I re--request some assistance in this task! This man's skill in combat is... is amazing...! S---So please... I--If you can... That... I would be very grateful.

pale blue eyes.

[dailyplanetlane.livejournal.com]

I was wandering, how many of you actually burned those pictures, videos, and whatever else of your memories? I know some of them were hard to see or think about, but I'm beginning to think it was a good thing to face a few of them. At least for myself.

I've got to go shopping for a new outfit. Any sugestions on where I should go? I want something not too old lady-ish, but nothing too sixteen-year-old crying for attention-ish.

( Rorschach )

[OOC: Okay, I'd just like to bring attention to the fact that I know how to spell "wondering" and "suggestions". Lois just doesn't know. That is all.

fifth message from god

[godwas-oneofus.livejournal.com]

[Joan rolls over onto her journal, before rolling back and the page flies open.  She groans and presses her face against her pillow, before slamming her legs down onto her bed; a sixteen year old throwing a temper tantrum. Joan drank a lot of rum during Pirate day, and is now just waking up, regretting every bit of it.]


Why did I have to drink so much rum?  And like it?  Stupid God for making me want to do stuff without him telling me it is wrong.

(no subject)

[drives.livejournal.com]

[There's a stumbling sound as the journal's kicked open since he trips over it, and a sort of muffled, "ow" as a result of him falling on his face from the tripping and then there's just a long moment of silence.]

Note to Self; throwing a tennis ball into the maze to give Levi something to do is a bad idea and should not be attempted again.

[A sigh]

I thought I'd never get out of there...



[OOC: Akira got lost in the Isolitus with Levi for the past...two weeks. D| The poor souls.]