(no subject)

[redresolve.livejournal.com]

[ dictated ]

It could have been a lot worse than it was, but I'm glad it's over now. If I'm here for Halloween next year and something similar happens, I don't think I'll wear a costume for it. Thankfully, the one I chose was really easy to move around in -- even if it's ruined now.

Now that it's over, does anyone have any plans? Nobody was able to celebrate the holiday, but I still have a lot of candy left over that I planned to give away. After everything everyone went through, I don't think it would be a bad idea to celebrate a little late.

Despite being tired, I hope everyone is holding up well.

( Black Order + Azmaria, Subaru )

[ooc; fff GUYS. If this isn't okay, say so! Also, if you're a friend of hers it can be assumed you got a candy bag too, with a note attached! There are too many of you for her to go door to door, man. No, I didn't make this post solely to use my new icon, shh!]

10 [dictated]

[lostblacksouls.livejournal.com]

[There's some light panting, Lau is out of breath, though it's not clear as to why-- he'll leave that up to the imagination of others. But for now...]

What an interesting experience that was. I must say, it was my first time doing battle with the undead. I do hope that's all they were, and not some unfortunate people in costumes... Well, they can't exactly complain now.

Speaking of "complaining"...




Wybie, have we learned our lesson~?

004

[crowdingmysky.livejournal.com]

For the record; I did not shoot myself.

[ this time, shut up Jayne... and everyone else. there are sounds of Mal struggling with a makeshift bandage though ]

Anyone see my doctor? He's a rich kid with no sense of dress, probably totting around his little sister who may be crazy but she's my crazy witch. Best y'all remember that.

[ few more sounds, he's poking it :| ]

Simon? You better start answering or else we're gonna have problems, big problems.

(no subject)

[stackingthedeck.livejournal.com]

[Dictated with a forced calm.]

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that kind of crap doesn’t happen only on special occasions. How often can I expect monsters and that kind of crazy to be popping up out of the blue?


[Sometime after her dictation… Now that the craziness is over and knowing she was placed only a few doors down from an old 'friend', she can be found scoping out rooms all over the castle that don't have any names on them. She's being careful about this and watching out for any signs of fully-armored individuals heading towards her and is prepared to duck out of the way or get her gun ready if she does. Otherwise, she's attempting to be inconspicuous to avoid getting too much attention drawn to her, which is not an easy task given her armor, but at least she's trying.]

(no subject)

[farnese.livejournal.com]

( People who knew Serpico )

Oh, the holidays.

[scarletspeedsta.livejournal.com]

Let's hope a giant turkey doesn't try to eat us all on Thanksgiving.

( Bart )

( Claire )

( Kyle )

castle rooftop; no journal

[firsttsurugi.livejournal.com]

[that had been a far longer sleep then he had thought. dreaming, endless darkness, the works. some good and bad, but this was longer then expected. and as he groggily came to, a bit of a headache and a woozy feeling, he felt a little...inverted. more vertical and not horizontal. and dare he say it...]

....uh...wha...

[upside down?]

What the... Where am I? [looks around, and as he slowly comes to, the drug wearing off, Cloud realizes he's been tightly chained up and being held over extreme heat below]

! W-Woah, what the heck is going on?! Why am I... ... ...

[Lava. A boiling pot of LAVA]

GAHH!! H-Hey!!!

someone's been sitting in my chair

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Backdated to yesterday morning!!))

[Room 1102/TARDIS Filter]

[after a very weary night of whack-a-creature, Five's shoulders and back are starting to ache something fierce, and upon opening his door to find the man-eating plants gone, and the vines off the TARDIS, he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. he wants a nice, hot soak, and some sleep, and a good meal ... but first, he has to find River. that cryptic remark she'd made about sleeping had him worried, after all.

so he throws open the doors of the TARDIS, already calling out as he does so, not expecting to see someone strange standing in the console room...]

River! River?? Are you st---

[pause. sputter. he doesn't raise his cricket bat, but he grips it a little tighter, just in case]

Who are you, and WHAT THE DEVIL are you doing in my TARDIS?!?

((Obviously open to Simon & River!))

→ 001

[callmejimothy.livejournal.com]

[So, it turns out it's relatively easy not to freak out about waking up in a bed that's not yours when you've convinced yourself that somebody spiking your morning coffee is entirely possible. But a talking book is still kind of freaky, so he's been spending the last couple minutes flipping pages. Not actually reading, just flipping.]

Testing. Testing, one, two, thr-- Oh, it writes everything down, too. In... my handwriting. Thaaat's not creepy at all.

[An awkward pause, and he clears his throat. To, you know, be professional. In his own hallucination.]

So, uh, does the Magical Talking Book talk back, or is this not that kind of hallucination? Because I would really be okay with it not being that kind of hallucination.

One

[pocketsizedpal.livejournal.com]

[You know what’s weird? Falling down Niagara Falls, and then finding yourself in a duck pond, that’s what. Anyone wandering outside is welcome to see an eight inch tall guy pull himself up the bank and look around in confusion. There's a tiny little journal floating in the water nearby, recording this, hooray for shrinking journals]

Huh. This really isn’t how I pictured the afterlife, I always thought there'd be more singing.

[He tries to stand up, and fails. Oh yeah, that jerkoff Steinbeck dropped him on the floor]

Okay, ow. Forgot about that. Uh, hey, person in charge? I want to switch to whatever afterlife has the health care plan.

...You know, unless I'm not dead and this is some sort of coma-dream. Again, I expected more singing.

15 -- Scratches

[so-catless.livejournal.com]

( [clinic filter] )

[wincing] I hope everyone else made it alright. At least the clinic seems to be mostly empty.


((ooc: backdated to around last night, as soon as it seemed safe enough to hobble through the Castle))

Σ001; is there a doctor in the house?

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[And lo, from the grounds outside the castle comes the distinct sounds of the TARDIS’s VWORP VWORP, and a Doctor puttering around the console. A little muffled by the partially-opened door:] Well, at the very least that wasn’t a permanent dematerialization.

[And the sounds grow fainter as the Doctor exits the TARDIS to have a look around where she’s landed.] -Well. It's hardly the Grand Hotel, but then, what is these days? Depending on the days, of course. You can't be expected to judge early 19th by, oh, 45th century standards. Though it's hardly as if...

Oh dear.

[She raises a hand to her forehead.] I'm talking to myself again. I've got to stop that, next thing you know I'll be getting a cat and then there'll be nothing for it. [Siiiiiigh- oh wait, hold on. She picks up the journal.]

What's this?

030 ϟ there has to be trust in someone

[not_myfirstday]

( Dr. Kutner )

( Peter Petrelli )

☣ 01;

[chaoscontroller]

What the-- Chaos Control!

[And there is some kind of warping sound that is caught by the journal that's just a few steps away from him--the sound is immediately followed by another one as he appears right in the same place, and again, and again, and again... and just once more-- ah yes, if you are somewhere close the castle, you can definitely see the strange "little" hedgehog, flickering in and out of sight, between bursts of Chaos energy light.]

Why won't it work![growled]

[there is a tense pause, then a little beep as he tries to use his communicator]

Agent Rouge. Do you copy?

[fain sound of static, then another beep as he turns it off]

Hmph... What is going on here?

Key 6

[stellarsigned.livejournal.com]

( [Allen] )

[ooc: Backdated to last Sunday]

032 // dictated

[berserkism.livejournal.com]

[Guts is walking back from the castle and into the town when he feels something...

familiar. A familiar tug at the back of his cloak.

He turns and glances down - low and behold... the moonlight boy is back. Guts looks momentarily surprised... before the journal picks up the sound of his voice]

Full moon, huh...

Welcome back.

[ooc: open post/open for replies in the journal! whatever works :3]

15 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

( Morgana; )

[He's not sorry he fired Merlin, but it does leave him the problem over food. Arthur will never ask the castle for anything, and now that his stitches will be coming out shortly after this loss is over, he no longer feels comfortable allowing Guinevere to help out. But he's hungryyy.

So have him in the kitchen, examining various pieces of food like he's never seen anything like it before in his life. Which is...Very likely]