2nd Sting

[alwaysf-aithful.livejournal.com]

[Dictated, like forever]

... Well, Castle? Give me a small safe with combination that's a foot in diameter.

Okay. That is really weird.

[A shuffling of feet is heard, a cry of 'Kamen Rider', and Chris is seen transforming into Sting. Link of what that would look like, is here: http://images.kamenconnection.com/kr_dragon_knight/gallery_krdk_episode_16_page_05/kamen-rider-dk-21365.jpg]

What the heck. Look out below!

[A sharp sound is heard while Chris leaps out the 15th floor. Open.]

Sixth Monster

[thosedamnruneys.livejournal.com]

[Since he's tagging along on the trip and said he'd cook things for people, have a Raguna in the kitchen: making an assortment of all kinds of easy to carry foods. He has a backpack sitting on the counter with wrapped up foods like riceballs, toasted riceballs, sandwiches, cookies, tarts and whatever is in the Rune Factory recipe book that's easy to carry and doesn't defy the laws of physics. And he's still cooking, making more cookies at the moment.

So clearly that means you should totally bother him!]

59

[iknowhowtogetit.livejournal.com]

[it's a lovely October morning! Jun's out for a stroll in her new threads as well as her with her new found slow, careful stride. she is intent on roaming to the middle of the lush castle grounds, where a certain statue has popped up.

as if it were completely normal for her, she will stop right in front of it, place her hands together and... lower her head in the slightest. quiet. still. as if she knew the the woman depicted in the glistening white marble was watching over her...]

_{(ooc. if you guys want, this can totally be an open post! jun in a schoolgirl outfit. walking all dainty so she doesn't ruffle the pleats in her skirt and all that.)}

the place you leave is everywhere - (Expedition Post!)

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to about 8 AM Paradisa time, before the group's departure))

[The Doctor is standing calmly in Room 1102, leaning calmly against the TARDIS amidst the small jungle of ivy and other plants that's slowly overtaking the room proper. if anyone looks closely, they'll be able to see the furniture underneath, but by now the plants have made themselves entirely at home. so it looks like he's parked the TARDIS in the middle of a strange sort of greenhouse.

The (handwaved) trip to the stables last night was a success - the Doctor engineered the TARDIS so that the Console Room got bumped back, and the doors open into a small, temporary stable. the horses weathered the initial dematerialization well enough, so one or two more trips shouldn't disturb them too terribly. now he's just waiting for everyone who signed up with Raine yesterday to arrive. takes out his journal and writes down a page number, then dictates, pleasantly]

If anyone missed Miss Sage's announcement yesterday, and would like to join several of us on a fall expedition out to the Pillar Fields, feel free to come to Room 1102. Our itinerary can be found in Miss Sage's journal entry... if you have any further questions, I'll be happy to answer them. We'll also be in frequent communication via the journals. I hope to see some of you soon!

♑ it was entry #006 and I was...

[gotakiller-rack.livejournal.com]

Well that's just odd...

( Dr. Leonard McCoy )

Episode 153

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Fifty Third Beacon

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

I'm back, and the castle is still in one piece. Color me surprised.

And York?

You're a fucking idiot.

(no subject)

[groundbreaks.livejournal.com]

[ A sigh, then a few pen taps. ]

( Naruto. )

( Ino. )

Wave #13

[just-the-pilot.livejournal.com]

[Not that it's all that unusual, but a certain pilot is starving, and is therefore raiding the refrigerator. His compy's there too, already having its own meal.

There's already a box of crackers out on the counter, and the crunching sounds indicate he's already chowing down even while he digs around in the back of the freezer for something he *knows* he put there.]

(OOC: Open! Feel free to snack swipe - or stop him swiping something of yours. :p)

-7-

[cures-and-kills.livejournal.com]

[Just inside the main entrance of the castle is an anteater. From the look of him, he's been outside, as there's bits of leaves stuck here and there in his fur, and a few actually stuck to his claws.

For a few minutes, he actually makes an effort to get them off himself by shaking and grooming and such - and then is suddenly in human form when it occurs to him that might be easier. And, while it does get rid of the ones that were stuck to his body and claws, his hair is still disheveled and full of leaves. He lets out a frustrated sigh and reaches up to start coming his hair out with his fingers, muttering....]

That was not the best idea I've ever had.

[No, he hasn't been playing in the leaves. Why do you ask?]

There are 104 Corinthian Columns in the Temple of Zeus

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Do you know what's worse than waking up in someone else's body? Waking up in someone else's body next to yet another person, that's what. The icing on the cake is knowing both parties involved]

OH CRAPFUCK WHAT?!!

[He's going to scoot Sam's body WELL away from Ruby now while his brain helpfully goes into keysmash mode. Morning, guys]

(no subject)

[snowsleeve.livejournal.com]

This place does not resemble Las Noches. Hm... What to do? Kuchiki Rukia, you are wasting time writing in a book! But perhaps it is the only way.. There are so many things written here, it seems to be of some use. Ah, I could draw..! ...

I am not yet interested in what is going on, I only want to know if anyone I know is here. If I am here, it must be possible...

(no subject)

[likeincoffee.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this is the life. No responsibilities, nobody bugging me. [recorded burp and some coke spilling onto the journal]

↓ 067 it should be less stressful

[sent_farfaraway]

So last night I went to the mini-golf with Reno, and somehow he got me thinking about that guy that runs it? Ferdinand?

Has anyone else gone golfing of the miniature sort?

31.

[seeded-flame.livejournal.com]

What makes something or someone absolutely terrifying?

The Writing on the Wall

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

[There's a girl, brown and small and almost invisible within the plane of the wall of the cave. Her clothes are brown and her hair's brown and even her face and hands are brown from the dust and dirt clinging to her skin.

She's gone and gotten lost again. Not so deep this time, but lost all the same.

There's writing covering the whole expanse of that wall now. So much of it that she's carefully filling up the narrow spaces in the gaps of the letters with more numbers and symbols and then more within them. It's a game.

Of Life. Sorry. Hide and seek.

There's a small journal at her feet, forgotten. Only this time, somehow it's fallen open. Translating and catching everything she writes and mutters.

Tag.

You're it]

rorschach's journal. october 2nd.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[written in blunt, soft-leaded pencil - though the journal picks up the faint sounds of autumn wind and occasional chatter from nearby, muffled voices]

The fall smells different here. All the leaves piled up on the ground send up a smell of decay, and the stores and homes here belch out woodsmoke. Like being surrounded in fire and some slow, quiet sort of death. Interesting compliment to the decay in the castle that chips away at us all, flaking away who we were to reveal strange, foreign things underneath. Things we would never have dreamed, back home. Things that have the potential to heal us or break us. All of us.

I came out here to the Art District to get away from that. To remember who I was, at home. Maybe find some remnant of

[the writing stops abruptly, a dark spot of lead and then a drag, where it looks like the pencil was pressed in and then quickly, suddenly jerked away, or the journal was dropped. as far as recording, the journal picks up a faint - but very distressed - scream of pain and terror. there's a scuffle, the sound of running and receding footsteps ... and then silence.

a very long silence.

then, calmly, quietly, the footsteps return. there's a soft scrape as the journal is picked up, and a smear of blood marks the edge of the page. the handwriting returns, quietly]



Sometimes the night is good to me.





((OOC: Rorschach's in your town, Para, beatin' up and killin' your random seedy NPC crooks and skulking on the roof of the future home of the detective agency. Another one just bit the dust - he wasn't remarkable enough to have a name, so I figured this was fair game. Mods, if this is an issue, let me know and I'll take it down and save it for once the NPC rules are cleared up.))

(no subject)

[surgams.livejournal.com]

... what a strange book.

I wonder why it seemed to be for me... and where this is. When? It isn't... well.

I.. shouldn't put my thoughts down like this. It's important to simply find a way back.

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

( Room/Hallway filter )

(no subject)

[lust-sin.livejournal.com]

Who: Jin Kisaragi, Noel Vermillion, Nagi Kengamine, Ky Kiske
What: Intervention for Jin's Crazy problem.
When: Afternoon of October 2nd
Where: The Outskirts of the city
Rating: Let's put this at PG-13 and go from there. Guaranteed to have blood, swearing, Jin, and blood.

( [Lightning and bullets and blood bombs, OH MY!] )