(no subject)

[khaji-da.livejournal.com]

[Hallway Filter]

[Jaime is walking back to his room with a case of soda in his hand. Then suddenly his armor starts acting strange]

Wait! What are you talking about?

There isn't-

[He collapses to the ground]


[ooc: Mod approved canon bump. The castle made his armor malfunction and it put him into a coma. He will be out for two days]

1 refractor • lobby... also, everything that happens is dictated, because I'm horrible

[digtastic.livejournal.com]

[ While traveling along the castle, your adventures have you come across the familiar land of the lobby. However, all is not the same in the lobby, for lying there on the floor is an unconscious blue-armored kid.

The armor seems like it's taken quite a bit of battle damage, what with the numerous dents from what looks like concussive and ballistic attacks, the scorch marks from what seems like explosions and energy attacks, and a few parts of the armor that are altogether cracked and/or chipped. And yet, the kid himself doesn't seem to be suffering from any wounds or bruises. In fact, if it weren't for the damage the armor had been through, he might've passed off for someone simply resting... on the floor.

However, it doesn't change the fact that someone needs to make sure the comatose child is alright.

What do you do? ]

(no subject)

[imaginates.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Anya )

( DC superheroes )

( Claire Redfield )

I was reading through this thing and realized I never really wrote actual entries. I've always sucked at keeping up with blogs, though. It'd be easier if I could type rather than write all of this out. It'd be easier for you guys to read, too, heh.

Not that I was close friends with a lot of people, but I thought I should let everyone know that I went home for about two years during Halloween. If we know each other and I don't seem to remember you, feel free to point out that out so I can pretend that I knew you all along and save us both from the embarrassment. Two years shouldn't have done too much damage to my memory, but then again, I've been hit in the head pretty hard on a number of occasions. Go easy on me.

Despite the giant spider, flesh-eating zombies, and the upcoming winter, it's good to be back. Here's hoping I haven't forgotten how to kick back and munch on junk food for hours on end. I haven't had a bag of chips in years... well, one year, but that's still a long time for a guy my age. I'm dedicating the next month to getting back in touch with who I used to be. Music, art... I've got time for it all, now.

Uh, in other news, someone gave me a cat recently, and before any of you girls ask to see, I'll warn you that it's pretty ugly. Not that I'm ungrateful, but I didn't know kittens could be ugly. Currently thinking of a name. It's a tie between Pancake and Optimus Maximus. I'm leaning more toward the latter. What do you guys think?

More importantly, the microwave isn't working. How the hell am I supposed to heat up my hot pocket?

( ADDED IN LATER - a tl;dr summary )

(no subject)

[redresolve.livejournal.com]

( Cloud Strife )

Hopefully Thanksgiving will be a bit more uneventful than Halloween.

The zombies definitely make me feel a bit more wary about celebrating holidays here.

[ a little while later, there's an Exorcist in ur courtyard, Paradisa! she's sitting under a tree with a sleeping puppy! Jo's head is resting on her lap and she's humming quietly, it sounds like a sweet lullaby.

fff, someone's worried about Allen and Ino having ice cream with Rhode. she will not stalk them. she will not stalk them so totally open ]

(no subject)

[leadthedance.livejournal.com]

[So in the kitchen currently is Gino and his feline buddy, neither of which knew what they even came down for but that wasn't the concern. Gino was staring at the counter. Blankly. Before he opens the journal he was carrying and speaks..]

... what happened to the microwave?


[ooc: response to this! ♥ open journal or poke him in person!]

forty-second

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

[ the journal picks up Albus speaking quietly to Dro ]

No, no, my dear fellow. You go on resting. I'll be back in a few minutes. Just need to get another book from the library.

[ he steps back, leaving the journal in his room. turns on the spot, intending to apparate to the library's 3rd floor--

--but wait. what? ]

[ ooc; SEE HERE! I'll put up some comments for the three people to reply to, but other people are free to reply via journal. he'll reply, and we'll assume it's later on or something :) ]

× 08 ×

[hatfetish.livejournal.com]

( NON TRAITOROUS MEMBERS OF THE FAMILY )

⇒ 011

[fastest.livejournal.com]

Cair Paradisa, you really disappoint. More and more the fun evaporates. You can't even smell it anymore. And no matter how much blood spills, what can you taste when all the scent's gone? Not even the cold, hard metal registers.

The canary is useless if it can't sing a song. And what's an angel without wings? Nevermind the fire that's snuffed out before it can even grow. Nothing grand. Nothing, nothing...

Nothing's as it was. It never will be in this suffocating cage. All the windows are shut too tight, the curtain's falling heavy. How can She see in? She can't, she can't... Someone needs to take them down. But there's not even a cleaning lady to open the windows and let the fresh air in. Applications, anyone? Only accepting the finest, but it still won't be the same.

"And as is he who unwills what he willed, and because of new thoughts changes his design, so that he quite withdraws from beginning, such I became on that dark hillside: wherefore in my thought I abandoned the enterprise which had been so hasty in the beginning."

It's a Hard Work Life For Me

[14thkuzunoha.livejournal.com]

Who: Raidou Kuzunoha the 14th (14thkuzunoha) And anyone that wants to join in. Really. Come on down.
What: Raidou is repairing the wall in the Onsen that broke due to shoddy construction and good intent.
When: Afternoon of November 8th
Where: The Onsen
Rating: We'll go with PG-13. Pending on who shows up, that could go up

( He does, however, still have that perfect goddamn hat on. )

Vision: Stage

[chasingvisions.livejournal.com]

Does anybody know who's in charge of that outdoor theater? Is anyone even in charge of it? Because as a rising actress I find the lacking use of it to be very sad. I need a place where I can showcase my amazing talent.

We've got a movie theater so there has to be a market for actresses, right?

$67 something smells

[finesse-bottom.livejournal.com]

Okay, I don't know what it is, or where it is at - but something in my shop smells bad. Not the sort of bad smell that comes from some of my more odd scented candles either. It's like rotting fruit or something.

[sniffs the air]

That acrid, overly-sweet, sickening smell; and it's making my stomach turn.

[gag reflex type gagging sounds]

Who can come to my shop and help me find the smell?

003

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

( Wash )

175.

[oirokenojutsu.livejournal.com]

[Naruto isn't in his room but his journal is open on his bed; he probably accidentally flipped it open in his hurry to go to work]

[There is a long time of silence... until some faint meows can be heard in the background. Just random sounds here and there and shuffling as his cat jumps around in the room during her free time. Except she isn't really alone anymore. Spike the porcupine is taking up her space on the couch, having snuck out of the bathtub somehow... and Chouji-chan does not approve :| so she goes to show him who is boss in this room and jumps next to him, swiping at his back-]

[LOUD HISSES AND MEOWS OF PAIN because she's an idiot and keeps doing it over and over again, thinking next time will be better]

[Conveniently, Naruto comes back from work some ten minutes later, sighing in relief to be able to take a nap but-]

CHOUJI-CHAN! [a low meow as he carefully picks her up, sounding frantic] What did you do?! How did you get-...

[a groan as he sees Spike just stretch out on the couch like nothing happened] Shit, I really need a place for him...

[seeing the journal open, he rushes for it, his cat still in his arms and covered in spikes :(] HEY, HEY, I NEED A DOCTOR OR SOMETHING! My cat ran into my porcupine, stupid thing! SHE'S BLEEDING!

Seventeenth Tube

[14thkuzunoha.livejournal.com]

( [Private] )

[ooc: This was much earlier in the day, like just getting out of the stairwell early. Log is totally open, so come on down and bother Raidou, why don't you?]

62.0

[encryptedlock]

( [Tex] )

[He debates for a little bit, but decides that Plan A sounds like a better idea for now.]

( [Azula] )

Cannon Fire 01

[cannonsayswhat.livejournal.com]

[Hey guys, have yourself a nice and healthy ear-shattering

KABOOM

on the Fourteenth Floor, As the door to the last room on the right, 1420 explodes and flies off it's hinges in little splinters, spearing the wall. Then comes the clicking of boots- oh, what's this? It looks like X and Zero aren't alone, as here comes

VILE


He looks around the hall for a few seconds, then angrily stomps his foot against the ground, lowering his shoulder cannon with the intent to fire as he calls out.]

You think this is going to trick me, X!?
Show yourself, I'll blow you into tiny pieces, you worthless piece of Scrap!



[[Open - But bother him at your own risk. I guarantee there will be cannon firing.

Have some music too.
Vile Time ]]

[56]

[revengefinale.livejournal.com]

[More said to himself but the journal picks it up.] It's been a while since I was in one place for this long. [Once he notices the journal copied what he said, he reaches for it to cross the statement out but chooses to make a filter instead.]

( SAKURA )

♞ Ⅰ; accidentally dictated & action around the castle

[bound_darkness]

[There's the sound of pages being flipped, fast at first, as if looking for anything that would give away where is he and what he's doing there... Then, the sounds comes paused until it eventually stops and Cloud leaves the journal open.]

I don't have time for this... [sigh] They are not going to wait for me forever.

I'll find you Sephiroth... Not matter how long it takes me. And when I do, I won't hesitate... Not again. [softly muttered]

[He closes the journal and leaves it where he found it, there is no way he'd know it's a communication device yet. Leaving the room where he woke up, he idly inspections the plaque with his name attached to the door, frowning at it. Then he roams around floor 212, intending to find out his way out of the castle.]


[[ooc; open post is open! and he won't be replying to the journal. Feel free to find him around the castle, not only in that floor]]

(no subject)

[trulyhimself.livejournal.com]

[Have a dragon in yo castle, Paradisa. A rather bewildered, and frankly quite small dragon, but a dragon nonetheless. He's also in the front hall and not...entirely sure how he got there.

The little black animal makes a series of soft, curious, clicking noises as he glances around, trying to figure out where exactly he is, taking no notice of the journal nearby. He might even go so far as to sit on it, if he's not careful. And nobody wants those dragon farts, guys.]

[Shamlessly open. Come meet the guy! He'll only bite a little.]

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

For anyone that cares, Kotarou's gone. Again. It was a pain in the ass having to introduce myself a second time just for him to leave again.

Kid's probably better off, you know, where there's not a magical castle full of psychopaths.

... I'm never going to get rid of this cat.

(no subject)

[junescutie.livejournal.com]

Um... [there is a long pause, as a little girl wakes up in a huge bed]

H-Huh? Where is... [again, she pauses, hoping to hear some remote sign of home anywhere] Dad? [when she speaks again it's louder] Dad? Big Bro? [there is a faint rustling sound as she gets up and walks carefully around her room. She's not really one to talk to herself, so she just tries crying out for familiar faces again]

Dad!? Big Bro! I'm... I think I'm lost...

36.

[seeded-flame.livejournal.com]

Um. Okay....

I want to wake up now. Or - go home. Whichever one is right.

// six //

[notmachoish.livejournal.com]

( Filtered to the Black Order Exorcists (including Azmaria) )

[and once he's done with that, he'll be sitting in the lobby with a cup of coffee, Mini Komurin by his side. they look like twins!

wait, is the robot drinking coffee, too...?]

[ooc: open post! come bother Komui, please! <3 also: Komurin is a small robot (about knee-high) that looks a lot like Komui, except... robotic.]

16 -- All the Horses

[so-catless.livejournal.com]

[whips the journal open suddenly as she returned from her walk through the town, her voice sounding more than a little worried]

There, uh...It looks like there was a fire at the stables!
Does anyone know what happened??

[sounds of her jogging towards the wreckage]

Are the horses alright?

[pause] ...What happened here?

(no subject)

[lessthanstelar.livejournal.com]

[written hastily]

If anyone is outside please come back! There are two people fighting out there and it looks like it could get really messy