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[justkingthough.livejournal.com]

[Edmund decided to brave the halls so he could go outside and maybe make a snow man or something :( He was tired of hiding out in his room to avoid the bells.

So have a very cautious and awkward teenage boy trying his best to not bump into anything.]

[ooc: I only have one planned kiss for him - but unplanned is okay, I guess? OTHERWISE, just your typical open post.]

Gravity, it's bringing me...

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

[Fred's sitting on a padded bench in the library, her journal open nearby as she slowly opens a small gift wrapped package]

Ohh...

[Because inside is a small linked chain with a silver apple charm hanging off of it. Her father had given in to get when she headed off to LA. She could still hear him, that if anyone could figure out how to make the physics work so that apple never hit the ground, it'd be her. That Newton had nothing on his little girl.

And then other memories. Of them taking if off her, ripping it off really. So that it wouldn't interfere with the collar. Head tilted against the cold stone of the table, Fred remembered watching it. It seemed to fall forever. Just falling...

Until it finally hit the ground.

I never, I mean.

[Fred's just staring at it, running her hands over it like a rosary. It doesn't hurt, somehow, as much as it used to. She smiles.

I miss you Daddy.

[Bells sit quietly overhead]

OOC: Necklace is canon, mentioned by her coworker in the library. Backstory is my own. Bring any kisses on!!

Non Cookie Guilt

[its-worthdoing.livejournal.com]

[sometimes a certain redhead doesn't have to feel guilt to bake, sometimes she just wants to. In fact she's even jotting down the recipe for gingersnap cookies, in case anyone else wants it]


Ingredients

* 2 cups sifted all-purpose flour
* 1 tablespoon ground ginger
* 2 teaspoons baking soda
* 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
* 1/2 teaspoon salt
* 3/4 cup shortening
* 1 cup white sugar
* 1 egg
* 1/4 cup dark molasses
* 1/3 cup cinnamon sugar


[When did bells get into the kitchen?? Kisses - or cookies - available to all]

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[swordspam.livejournal.com]

[the following is picked up, softly dictated]

Error.... error...

The name on the door is missing.

[being the faithful sister lover stalker that she is, she checks his room every night, and...]

Ragna's name is...

Ragna is...

Loading... Loading... Loading...

Error.

Ragna can't be-

Ragna...

Ragna...

RAGNA!!!!

[this, dear residents, is where the first sounds of carnage begin- Ragna's former room will be completely obliterated from the inside out with an absolutely huge number of astral swords... and that's only the beginning]



[ooc: feel free to wtf over the journal, at the noise in general, or have somebody go to investigate- a warning, though, v-13 won't be pulling any punches, so I wouldn't recommend sending in somebody less than at least moderate godmod level until somebody's there to save their ass]

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[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[Deadpool has been wandering around lately, stealing all the Christmas decorations he wants. Hey! They castle can always just make more. Plus he's had itchy fingers for MONTHS so this is a very good excuse. He's very pointedly not touching any bells, but that's never stopped the castle before. His journal is open in the box he's throwing the decorations in]


I like the wreathes this year... Very nice. A shame about all the bells though. I could have had fun with those.


((Open post but also for planned or unplanned kisses which I'm sure was pretty obvious loool I'm so late))

Duel 007;

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(Dear Amane)

( Private )

[Filtered to the "Exorcist Trio" & Uru (since he knows hows she worries ;3;b)]

I wanted to thank you again for helping me... I'm sorry that I somehow put you all in such a dangerous situation. I'll be more careful in the future though I'm not exactly sure how it all happened in the first place

--Oh, my hand's doing fine by the way so please don't worry.


[[ooc; strike = illegible because he realized that seemed awkward to him. THANKS FOR SAVING ME GUYS IT WAS SUPER COOL]]

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[videres.livejournal.com]

[ there is silence for some time before someone wakes up, with a startled gasp

and one very loud sound, akin to a shatter, sorry Gwen the vase exploded on it's own she swears! give the girl a moment to get her bearings, this is all too confusing you know, she could have sworn she was just in Camelot a moment ago ]

How..

( ooc; she passed out yesterday from exhaustion, silly girl doesn't sleep much, and hit her head on the way down. Now she's awake! with a shiny canon bump to boot, she now knows your confusion and pain Merlin... and Arthur too. She's been bumped to 2x11 right before the sentencing of that giant sleaze )

® .055. anytime of the day

[banished_dame]

[the journal might catch a bit of syrup, but that's just because Rose is reading while eating, and humming a bit to herself, which of course means anyone listening gets to hear her]



Sorry! [she noticed that bit of a syrup drop, and tries to wipe it away, but that just spreads it]




[ooc: Rose is in town somewhere, eating Pancakes for lunch ~ come talk to her/kiss her/chat with her via journal!]

♐ fifth shot

[yeahihidmypants]

( Lana Lang )

[takes his journal and heads out in the snow with his bow and arrow, fully intending to practice, or you know, get interrupted a lot by people kissing him]


[ooc: Open for all, planned or unplanned]

Mask 108 - Kissing Booths are for Sissies

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

[It's the holiday clusterfuck, holiday clusterfuck, people in the castle always running a muck. And of course, after spending a tedious amount of time making sure everything was geared up for the day, Travis is standing outside his refurbished "Christmas Edition" bar, whistling "Silver Bells".

Really, the differences are minimal at best. There are some lights strung up, signs proudly advertising his newest concoction of alcoholism, the Eggnog Flavored Brewskie, an electric bull with a Santa Clause replacing the bull, and some tinsel. Because everything is better with tinsel.

There's a big red throne inside set up against the opposite wall from the bar and in the center of the room. But it is, unfortunately, woefully empty. And that is half of why Travis is standing outside his bar right now with a big sign in hands. What does that sign read?

"WANTED: SOMEONE WILLING TO DRESS UP LIKE SANTA. SLUTTY SANTA PREFERRED. GOOD PAY, ASK ME FOR DETAILS."

Ho ho ho.

The OTHER reason, of course, happens to do with a bag in Travis' free hand. Filled with silver bells. Take a wild guess why.

Come and bother him! He's totally looking for new staff too, so don't be afraid to mingle with him. Kissing opportunity for all!]

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[cloakand_danger]

[The open journal records a few hesitant notes, then a simple tune played on some kind of wooden flute. It's far from perfect, full of missteps and corrections, but the more surprising thing is just the fact that Yuan is playing a Linkite ocarina out in the courtyard. He's also looking unusually solemn and pensive, especially given the season.

There are still some bells around, but he's ignoring those.]

((ooc: His gift was Martel's flute. Kissing is optional, indicate if you want it to happen.))

Log - Day 5 (question.)

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( Filtered to anyone she's met~ )

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[dontsaylacking.livejournal.com]

[Noel is in the library reading cute picture books on Christmas]

Ahh... That reindeer... His nose makes him s--so cute...

[okay she's just staring at them and should be on patrol :| Every so often, she rubs her cold, cold arms because no matter what seasonal uniform the NOL gives her, it will always be pretty fanservicey]

[ooc: Open for planned/unplanned kisses~]

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[notcaged.livejournal.com]

[Have a viera, clad in some holiday-esque outfit, seated in the lobby drinking tea. With all the usual effortless poise and grace, she relaxes, just to peoplewatch.]


[Ooc: come'n get 'em. B) All welcome.]

Moses died at 120 years old

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[Crowley had visited the library again in yet another attempt to find where his missing angel had got to. Instead of an angel, he's returned to his room with a book of bizarre holidays. Why? Well, you never know when this sort of information can come in handy]

So, apparently today is Monkey Day. For those of you with a simian bent, which come to think of it is a large proportion of the castle, this is the day for you. Eat strange and exotic fruit, throw your own leavings around, or dangle from the chandelier. Nah, It'll hold your weight. Probably.

What will they think of next? National Cat Herders Day? [Page turn] Oh. Never mind.

[[ooc: No really]]

10 ✪ i just get home and then i leave again

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[ There's a small tapping noise as Ten taps his pen against the journal before he starts thinking out loud, so to speak. ]

Something feels off. I think, after the holidays, I'm going to take a trip. Stretch my legs a bit... yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.

[ Poor Ten sounds terribly confused. The castle's homey feelings have been taking away some of the stir-craziness but the fact that he's not wanting to get out of here and go exploring sooner is bothering him.

So there's a bit more tapping before he scribbles a little bit of script that looks... well. It looks like random lines and such but to anyone who knows what it is, or has been in the TARDIS and looked at things a bit, they may recognize Gallifreyan. And it's basically a note to himself to get a TARDIS key for someone and 'the DVD.' Whatever that's referring to. ]

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[justkingthough.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Lucy )

╪ 007

[rasenhadou.livejournal.com]

Heh... h - heh heh heh.... hahahahahahahahahahaha!!

[silence for several minutes, before he speaks up again in a very good mood]

....

Oi, Bakura, you still in one piece? It's a good thing those other people showed up to help you - I hate having to play babysitter, even if we are related.

( Yaya )

((The guy got the Millennium Scales as a present from the castle. That's the reason for the laughter))

☼ 31

[lionise.livejournal.com]

[In a far corner of the lobby, Cagalli sits curled up in an armchair. She's clutching a hand held game of some sort, which currently has her attention. The volume's on, so the journal occasionally picks up a few 'pewpewpew' laser noises and dramatic computerized music.]

[OOC: Yeah, you guessed it.]

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