(no subject)

[lessthanstelar.livejournal.com]

Nobody's left for a while, now.

( Private )

9

[hammerismywhat.livejournal.com]

[Have a box-turtle with a vaguely hammer-shaped pattern on its' shell in the middle of the hallway on the second floor]

[The castle very conveniently placed an open journal nearby, which records a very angry Turtle-HIIIIIIIIIIIIIISS]

[[ooc: Loss is a go! Come pester Captain TurtleHammer, but warning; he bites (slowly)]]

(no subject)

[not-hawkingbird.livejournal.com]

[her voice is hesitant at first, but that quickly gives way to concerned determination]

Has anyone heard from Faye Valentine lately?

The Hunt For The Missing Triforce of Awesome

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Who: 2/3 of the Triumvirate of Awesomeness (Barney & Crowley)
What: TOTALLY NOT looking for Faye.
When: Wednesday morning
Where: Town!
Rating: Uh ... PG-13, most likely.

( Triumvirate powers of stealthy caring-but-not-really, activate! )

IV

[shotapope]

[Written out very neatly and formally are a list of words going down in a column, some of the words have been crossed out. He's just trying to collect his thoughts.]

See the town
See the forest
Go to the stables
Visit the Clinic
Visit the library
Visit the Church
Talk to more people
Visit the sweet shop

[The writing stops, and an ink blot starts to form on the page where he's left his pen. He can't think of any more to write down at the moment. After a while he begins to talk.]

I w-was told to write a l-list of things I would l-like to do. But in the e-end, not much h-has come to mind. M-maybe if I were s-still in Rome, but th-things are still so f-foreign here. But, th-there is still m-much to see here, and I'm s-sure as I learn I can f-find more things to w-write down.

[There is another pause as he thinks about what he knows of the castle and the town.]

N-now that I think about it... if p-people have jobs, and b-business here does th-that mean there is an e-economy?

forty-eighth

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[ a bit later! it's Wednesday evening, and Albus is in the clinic, doing his shift. he's sitting at a desk in the corner, writing down an essay plan on Fidelius Charms on a piece of parchment. but he's alert, keeping an eye and an ear open in case any patients want to get his attention, or in case anyone comes through the doors. after a bit, he puts down his quill, and dictates thoughtfully ]

I wonder if the snow will keep up for as long as it did last year.

How are you all, folks?

[ ooc; open. journal or in person ]

(no subject)

[badassbewbs.livejournal.com]

( Shinigami (Gin doesn't count. :|), Rude, That Guy who made the special snowman (Murphy). )

Zeke, get out of that.

When are we going to get all that nice, warm weather back? Winter's nice, but I'm not all that interested in getting my feet frozen and wet.

one

[disillusory.livejournal.com]

[Tall man with a hole the size of a golf ball punched through his throat in Gaudium Tower, wearing a white robe ravaged and torn near the wound. He is bleeding profusely. WILL ANYONE RESCUE THIS POOR MAN THING......???????]



[[ooc: post is for seras but anyone is free to spectate =)]]

Destinatin, Time Recreation

[follows-rules.livejournal.com]

Hello, castle residents? I was told that there were real dinosaurs here and that some people kept Compsognathus, also known as the Compy, as pets. I was wondering if... if I could take a look at one?

GLaDOS, how is the robot working out? Everything functioning okay so far?

24 ✪ hold onto me, pretty baby, if you want to fly

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

[ Monday was likely a wonderful day, as were Tuesday and most of Wednesday. Unfortunately, Ten wasn't awake for them. For some reason, the castle decided it was time for a little trip home for him. He went through so much back in his home universe, saw things, did things... ran from things. He ran and ran and ran his little Time Lord heart out.

Until he couldn't run anymore and his destiny caught up with him.

Which brings us to now. The castle's picked a slightly inopportune moment to bring him back into. And as such, he's currently in a slight uncomfortable position, journal on his lap, strapped to a chair sitting outside the TARDIS. And it just figures that the journal is open to catch his mumblings as he wakes. ]

No! Not the stairs!

... This is the WORST RESCUE-- ever?

[ There's a loooong pause from Ten before he mutters out: ]

Oh, blimey.

[ ooc | canon bump is a go! ]

42.

[seeded-flame.livejournal.com]

[There's a large fire outside of the front of the castle, easily reaching three or four storeys. Fortunately, though it's rather shaky because the wind keeps making it 'bend', after only a few minutes of watching it should become clear that the large spire of flames isn't about to spread anywhere.

Mai is standing on the castle steps, eyes glowing an inhuman red as she stares at the fire whirl.]