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[Alice, never finding herself sleeping, is treading about the roof area again, her small self balancing perfectly on the snowy edge of the railing, looking as composed as ever. She's come here every once in a while to admire the scenery, the stars... and of course, be in thought. That was why this place was so popular, right?]

107th feather

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

[The journal is knocked open onto the floor with an errant hand- or was it a wing? as Pit rolls over, grumbling groggily as he has been the last few days. Have some more audible mumbles as he fumbles in the dark for it]

Please... just stop... even for a minute.

Ugggggh... I can't take much more...

{ two

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What is it that happens when someone does get to leave this place? Does it anyone know?

I... Is it possible to remember at all?

[[ooc; a hurr durr not getting notifs either. sorry if I miss any tags, here or somewhere else! feel free to poke me if anyone wants threads continued orz]]

(no subject)

[onehorned.livejournal.com]

I want to eat..

[ as she's learned of its importance, aka she can find people with it, she's got the journal opened and with her in the kitchen -- midnight snack time ]

Something tasty. Meat. Steak.

[ she pokes at the raw steak that appears, then gives an almost childish huff to reflect her growing displeasure ]

It's not the same. Not like his cooking.

[ anyone who drops by the kitchen will find this girl there, picking at an end of the bloody steak and dropping it so it makes a squelching sound against the plate it's on. don't mind the fact that she isn't dressed for the occasion.

.. or at all, for that matter ]

log - day 7. (wish.)

[n-shirogane.livejournal.com]

Excuse me, does anyone know the exact limits of the castle's wish-granting system?

There's rather... something that I desire to try.

1. The Wake-Up Job

[leveraging.livejournal.com]

[You can tell that someone's just woken up, due to the fact that a hand inadvertently pushes the journal off his sidetable as he stirs, grumbling low under his breath and seething in loudly...

Allow him a second as he lays there, his forearm draped over his eyes as he inhales sharply, furrows his brows... and opens his eyes. Something doesn't feel right.

On cue, he's jerking up in his bed, looking less than amused as he looks around... cautious. Wary. On edge. Because the last thing he remembers was sleeping in his own bed, in his own apartment.

to himself, grumbling;] What's going on.

_{(ooc. oh boy, slow notif day! if I miss you or are generally lagging due to lack of notifs, forgive me.)}

:086

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

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i { ⚕ } then you can be the remedy

[notjustcopies.livejournal.com]

[ There's a man in the lobby this morning, leaning against one of the walls. By the faint look of confusion on his face and the way he's currently flipping through the journal, it'd be a safe guess to say that he's a newcomer. Especially since every two minutes or so he looks up from the journal and glances around the lobby as if looking for something. And there's always the fact that he looks a bit, well. Haggard and worn around the edges.

For those of you playing at home, the journal is occasionally picking up small mumblings as the man flips through the journal. And if you look closely, there's a few faint dirty smudges on a couple pages. And maybe an occasional flake of dried blood. ]

86

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Hmf...

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[...After a moment, she sneezes cutely. Not on the journal, into her elbow. A-tish.]

- ah, excuse me. Jeez...

Pardon me, everyone, but I'm wondering if I could impose on you for some things. I've been training lately but I figure it can't hurt to learn from a variety of teachers and backgrounds, so is there anyone who'd be willing to spar ever? Regularly would be nice but I wouldn't want to be a bother. Also, I wonder if anyone would be willing to teach me some hand-to-hand.

Also, can anyone teach me how to swim? I should learn this eventually...

[Duhhrr how does I get notifs eljay. I'll be a bit slow, but checking the post regularly.]

(no subject)

[jokerish.livejournal.com]

[FILTERED TO: The Accountant]

[there's the sound of a card being turned over in his hands, and then the metallic chink of the bullet casing hitting the table and rolling.

some silence... and then;]

It's a little early for tax season, but I fear I'm in need of a good man to... balance my books. Now I'm just wondering if you're the man for the job...

[a low, throaty chuckle that builds into laughter.]

o13 → no more heroes anymore

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[ oz is in the theater, feeling somewhat nostalgic just by being there. he's sitting in one of the chairs, staring at the stage and recalling back to when his father would allow for him to get out of the mansion only for educational purposes. the memory leaves him with a pained feeling but he pushes it back, smile in place as he leans forward a little to get a better glance at the stage. feel free to give him a big scare or just keep him company ]

(no subject)

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

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⚜ 007. the future sets off towards that nostalgic time

[sinfully-pure.livejournal.com]

[ there's a Subaru in your library, reading your books. He's still nursing that toothache as best as he can, or at least, trying it ignore it as best he can until the castle decides to return his healing powers. Anytime soon would be very nice. Bother him if you want... torment him with sweets or you know, be in the way of flying books as he trips with an armload of those dangerous, heavy, objects. ]

Episode 0.07

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[pacing the second floor restlessly, though he keeps glancing at the room numbers like he isn't sure where he is]

Can't sleep. Used to dream I could fly, but it was a long way down.

[ooc: see here for details]

three: in ur kitchenz, eatin ur foodz

[always-bad-news.livejournal.com]

[Yup, Mouse is leaning against the counter munching on someone else's sandwich and drinking someone else's beer. The journal is open next to her, and she dictates in between bites.]

The food here is a bit different than what I'm used to, but not bad.

[Some quiet munching, if you can hear it]

So what does everyone do for fun around here? I've been told it doesn't stay quiet like this forever, but I'm gonna get real bored real fast, and I don't do 'bored' well.

?23

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Sweets decided that he needed to get out of his room for a while, so he headed to town and is hanging out in Caritas for a while. He's got his journal open on the table in front of him and a drink in his hand, just hanging out and enjoying the atmosphere. Occasionally he starts humming along to whatever song happens to be playing, but otherwise he's pretty quiet.

Feel free to bother.]

Report 003

[non-duchenne.livejournal.com]

... Say, do these sausages in the laundry room belong to anyone? If not, I'll gladly adopt a few for myself.

27 ✪ way back up in the wood among the evergreens

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

[ There's the sound of a door opening as Ten walks into his room, journal tucked under his elbow. ]








... why are there rotisserie chickens all over my room? And... are those whole shrimp?

(no subject)

[shutupfatass.livejournal.com]

So... when exactly was the last time someone went home anyway?

I mean, people are showing up here again, and have been for awhile now, so shouldn't at least some of us be going home at this point?

(no subject)

[vengefullight.livejournal.com]

[As usual, grumpy Lucian is grumpy. And isn't coming out of his room.]

I get the bad feeling this castle is either going to be very pink, or all "lovey-dovey" soon. Or worse. Both.

Tch. Never did like February.

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