there up in the sky a star to follow

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[tromping his way back toward the castle through the snow, the Doctor stops for a moment at the edge of the forest and just marvels at the lights that have settled there in his absence]

.... how magnificent. You know, I was wondering where that odd luminescence was coming from ... Hello, then, what're you made of? ...

[and he'll be wading his way across the drifts up to the castle walls, pulling one right off the stone and inspecting it thoroughly. angst-induced wandering? what angst-induced wandering?! THERE ARE CURIOUS GLOWY THINGS TO INSPECT]

─ fifteen

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( private )

[ kitchen time! uru's making herself a hot cappuccino and is in the cutest clothes ever courtesy of the ghosts dressing her this morning. one of them even tried to give her a push-up bra since she complained about her flat chest. AWKWARD D8

come bug her for whatever? and last chance for kissing unplanned/planned/second helpings! ]

:084

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

[ surprise surprise! look it's a wild Dante, sleeping on a couch, with a pair of swords leaning against the couch, mind you these are no normal swords. they are devil arms, so any could can sense demons and the like are probably going to get some demonic vibes off these things.

oh and they like to talk, despite the fact Dante hates it when they do. so guess what they're doing right now while their master sleeps? ]

We should wake him...

I shall do it.

No! I want too!

It should be my duty as the favorite!

[ grunt ] He uses us both equally!

No he doesn't! He uses me more!

Do not be foolish, it is obvious I am more favored.

You are obviously delusional brother, for I---

[ talking swords? meet Dante's boots, disgruntled half devil is rather disgruntled he was having a really good dream until the idiots woke him up ]

No. Talking. How many times do I have to tell you!?

[ from underneath Dante's feet: ] ...Sorry.

( ooc; Red is Agni, blue is Rudra, and purple is the both of them. feel free to use this post for kissing or whatever )

Rorschach's journal. December 17th.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[the ghosts have folded his laundry. they have made his bed. they have organized his painting supplies. he stood for all of that.

but now they're trying to help him put his trenchcoat and mask on.... so, the journals get treated to a very frustrated, loud, growly sort of scream.

and then silence]


.... not even worth wearing, if you're going to be like this about it.

[tromps down to the lobby in his plainclothes, and proceeds to brood THAT way, instead, gazing out at all the snow. he's also attempting to pointedly ignore the ghost holding the tray with the baked beans and the grilled cheese sandwich.]


... this is getting stupid. ... Wonder if holiday season here is always this cloying.

sixteen.

[fanassaults.livejournal.com]

[Scufflin' sounds come through the journal, and a distant voice, as if from the other side of the room.]

Thank you, but I can-- don't touch that! I have no intention of...mm! [sdklfn, pulls the toast a ghost had started feeding her out of her mouth] Will you leave me alone, please! I-- don't go in there! I...stop it! That's enough!

[VERY ANGRY YUKIKO NOISES. Something like a slash is heard, then a low boom. Agidyne works on ghosts, apparently.] Now will you leave me in peace?

[Finally. Yukiko sighs, sitting down to slip her shoes on, before noticing the journal is open. Of course.] This day keeps getting worse...I'm going out. Don't follow me, any of you.

[The journal shuts and Yukiko leaves her room in somewhat of a huff, book tucked under her arm and muttering to herself. The ghosts absolutely refused to let her go out in anything but her school uniform today.]

We don't even have school here...this is ridiculous.

(ooc: Open & journal, and a very late planned/unplanned kissing post!)

-12-

[cures-and-kills.livejournal.com]

[The first few times the ghosts had hung his coat up for him after he'd tossed it over a chair, he hadn't paid it much attention, even though it was the first time it had happened. And the first time he'd gotten a scratch behind the ears from one of them, it had actually been rather nice, if not a bit startling.

The actual trying to braid his tail while he was asleep, though? Really stepping over the line. There's a full-out roar as he takes a swipe at them.]

Get. OFF.

[a moment later, directly to the journal, and through what sounds like clenched teeth...]

Do the ghosts always get this bizarre at the holidays?

Wave #18

[just-the-pilot.livejournal.com]

Who: Wash and you
What: Making an idiot of himself in the snow
When: This afternoon
Where: Outside the castle
Rating: PG, maybe?

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® .056. good a time as any

[banished_dame]

[the sounds overheard on the journal would be of Rose tossing things out of her closet, and probably frustrating the ghosts with the new mess she's making]

I knew exactly where it was, and then you had to be so helpful, and organize it all. [frustrated sigh]

Whatever am I going to do with half this stuff? [half-jokingly] Anyone have a use for a single glass heel?

[more shuffling of boxes and an odd dinosaur noise of getting hit with a shirt can be heard too]

I give up. [which she does, and she takes the shirt off her dinosaur and heads outside her room, to wander]



[ooc: Talk to her over the journal, or hear some bells and get a kiss?]

033 ϟ ring christmas bells

[not_myfirstday]

( Private )

[Elle tucks the journal into her jacket pocket, and heads outside into the cold air. It's dry air, the kind that freezes your lungs if you breathe in deep, which makes it ideal for her natural ability to have a bit more 'accidental spark' to it.]



[ooc: Feel free to bump into her outside for random kisses, or accidental static shock!]

Thirty

[thelabking.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to Zack Addy]

Come to the kitchen. I want to try something out.

...You know, something that will benefit all the castle, help spread holiday cheer and is in no way juvenile.

Ho ho ho.

Duel 008;

[parasited.livejournal.com]

I was thinking I'd have to wear the bandage longer, but after a few days it's already healed enough that I can write again. I probably shouldn't go out into the snow and get it too wet, but the glowing spheres that appeared keep falling are so amazing! I was thinking I'd--


[and then there's a scribble at the end of the written sentence and the original filter left unlabeled as Ring!Bakura takes over limey and promptly decides that he has more important things to do.

So through the journal, there some very sour-sounding mumbling coming through as one disgruntled bathead furiously cleans and polishes his poor Millennium Ring]

[Dictated]

Che, what was the idiot thinking? Letting it gather all sorts of dust like that... It's a good thing I took care to place the other one somewhere it wouldn't be a problem.

17

[glaciates.livejournal.com]

( Arthur )

( Matsumoto )

[ guess who is happily sitting in the snow, ENJOYING THIS WEATHER SO MUCH IT ISN'T EVEN FUNNY, idly playing with the little glowy things when they wander/float/zip near him. other than his captain's uniform he has a red scarf on, for once looking rather... happy rather than the grump he usually is!

oh yeah and he's making a replica of Hyourinmaru out of snow, it isn't going so well at the moment but dammit he will make an ice dragon if it is the last thing he does!

come bother |D ]

019; and all through the library

[ninjasinspace.livejournal.com]

[River is wrapped up in a snuggly over-sized red sweater decorated with ridiculously cheesy things like reindeer antlers and Christmas trees. One of the ghosts gave it to her this morning. And buttoned it up. And brought her delicious pepperminty hot chocolate to drink in the library while she thumbs through the books.

The ghost is trying to comb out her hair now, which is a tiny bit difficult given that River isn't entirely content to give up her say in the matter. Every so often she'll put a hand up to examine it's progress, or give it advice on how best to deal with the particularly tangly parts.]

You're over-thinking the process. It's dead already, can't fight back.

[Like that.]

† 22

[priestish.livejournal.com]

[so earlier, Abel had started making a snow-duck with Ten. which had slowly transformed into a snow-duck parade...

there is now a line of snow-ducks. they all look sort of... deformed... not proportioned correctly, or perhaps a little lopsided. regardless, Abel is sitting atop the largest (the size of a car, at least) sprawled atop its back with Esther the duck - a real duckling, thank you - resting on his stomach, curled in a nest of his scarf.

it looks like he's been there some time, since he's fast asleep!]

--E-eh? What's that... AAH!

[...or rather, was.

the back of the snow-duck collapses from his weight and body warmth, and he falls right through to the middle. there's some muffled noises of protest, some crunching of snow as he tries to free himself... and finds he can't.]

Esther, go get help! N-no, don't... sit there, that's... Now I can't see, either...

[care to stumble upon the priest stuck neck-deep in a snow, with a duckling on his head?]

[ooc: open post is open for whatever :)]

Virus 14: What's this? What's this?

[warcraftandcash.livejournal.com]

( [Eliot] )

( [Willow] )

[Well, that's enough secret spy messages for now! Hardison needs some fresh air-- or at least non-Tower air-- so he's meandering towards the library with a laptop under one arm, and a giant bag of microwave popcorn under the other, humming something or other under his breath.]
~~'M filthy with laughter, hmmm hmmm too big for the room, you know from two stories up, a Zenith makes a big boom, hmmm...~~


[OOC: Come pester him]

(no subject)

[hatethatsong.livejournal.com]

[Outside in the snow there is a lovely little decapitated snowman.

It was done with care, with the little twig arms twisted around so they look like they're flailing at the neck stub, and just a little bit of snow pushed up carefully around where the head once was.

The head is on the ground, face sideways and slightly smushed.

Murphy's standing a few feet back admiring his handiwork]

... Heh.