four: First you need somethin' to hack ...

[always-bad-news.livejournal.com]

[Dictated in a strong southern drawl]

Let me be honest; I'm not sure how I feel about askin' this Castle for anything, it all seems a little suspect to me and I doubt I'd be able to trust anythin' it gave me.

So, if anyone has any spare electronic bits an' pieces they don't mind partin' with, I could do with some buildin' materials. If you got some tools you could lend out, I promise to get them back ... eventually. Just leave me a note here or come by room 1904.

[The entry is signed with the following doodle;]

♙ thirteenth.

[dormoused.livejournal.com]

( private )

♟ o21

[invokes.livejournal.com]

( oz )

( vince )

[021] Wherever you will go

[thirteenth.livejournal.com]

[To anyone who might have their journal open at six am on a Wednesday, or anyone who had simply forgotten to close it the night before, would hear a pair of quite loud children's voices.]

Wake up! Wake--

--up, Master! We want to--

Go and play

[A sleepy mumble, followed by a sharp intake of breath as Ukitake's voice follows.]

Boys? What are you--?


[ooc: Loss time for Ukitake. Basically, he's being trailed by the manifestations of his spirit-sword - which are twin boys of around six years old. They generally share sentences between them, but anything in bold is them speaking together.

Utterly open!]

?26

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[We're now reaching Day Three, and not only is Sweets really confused, he feels like he might cry a little because he CAN'T FIND MOM. Though this is the first day where Mom is actually the right gender. So maybe this is a step in the right direction.

He was actually placed on the bed this time, so he's waddling over to the big warm form, nudging at her hand gently as tough to try and wake her up. Breakfast time, Mom. Let's get going.]

066

[shirtless]

[Walking and reading is never a good thing to mix. Regardless, there's suddenly a slushy sounding clatter, and bits of snow hit the page of the journal and begin to soak through the page.]

Holy shi--! [Remembers children are reading this.]

Uh, just a warning? Watch out for falling icicles.

(ooc: OPEN POST. via journal or in person! all other tags will take place before his encounter with Delpants. :3)

the thousand farenheit hot metal lights behind your eyes

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[the screeching still hasn't stopped. York had advised him not to go to the room in question unless absolutely necessary, so ... the Doctor sits himself down outside the TARDIS, perched on his windowsill, for a change of pace, and carefully cracks open his journal]

[Filtered to GLaDOS]

Pardon me, GLaDOS, but may I have a moment? I'm the Doctor ... I think I might be able to help you.


[Filtered to York; about 5 minutes later]

York? There's been no response ... It seems I'm going to need to go to GLaDOS' room directly. When you've a moment, would you accompany me?

VI

[shotapope]

[With vague memories of young voices from the early morning, and Ukitake telling him to go to sleep, Alessandro stares at his journal trying to remember if it was real or a dream.]

Um... i-if you still wanted to, n-now is okay. s-since it's not so e-early now. Unless that was all a d-dream....

jukebox selection A06 - Weird Al Yankovic I Want a New Duck

[huntersdaughter]

[she'll start writing some notes down, but for now she'll just ask:]

Anyone know a Lance Sweets?



( OOC Cut for Emphasis on her Question )

(no subject)

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

Who: Jilly and Billy
What: After Jilly's first Paradisa trauma!
When: Last night
Where: Eleventh floor hallway
Rating: PG13?


( Read more... )

εїз oo1 εїз

[alessergoddess.livejournal.com]

If I ever asked someone to ship me somewhere without my consent or knowledge I don't remember saying it.  Maybe I got lost. But how do I get lost from the market to my house? Can't be because I'm losing my mind to old age.

[this is where she sighs.]

Hellooo~? Anyone know which direction it is to get back to the Empire? Thank you~.

three meals

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[Legato is spending the entire evening in the kitchen, wishing up and eating various treats while quietly observing the comings and goings of the Castle. At the moment, he is working on a plate of spaghetti with meat sauce.]

[written] This is a deceptively comfortable prison you all have here. I wonder if it uses complacency to keep its captives here, or if it is--as I have heard some say--just to set them up for a crushing fall later on.

It will be interesting to find out..


((ooc: he's in the kitchen, and wants to observe/meet your characters! Come play with one of the Castle's brand new sociopaths))

(no subject)

[batfail.livejournal.com]

( [private] )

And there was evening and there was morning -- the 6th day.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[It's around 9pm when Jilly walked into the clinic carefully cradling her swollen wrist to her chest, a strained expression on her pale features. She was closely followed by Sakaki, whose face was as stoic as ever, but her eyes were concerned as she watched her roommate.]

[When Jilly froze in the doorway, obviously hesitant about wandering further inside, Sakaki stepped forward, quietly speaking up.]

Hello? Is anyone there?

[Sakaki's voice seems to prod Jilly into moving. Calmly dictated to the journal]

If anyone is available, we're in the clinic.

((ooc: open post for the clinic. Jilly needs some fixing after this conversation. Backdated to last night))

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

[...Sounds... so so tense. Her voice is just a brittle little dagger. Ken has been eating well enough for the past couple of days and it's been possible, but he's suddenly taken a turn for the worse, completely unresponsive to all outside stimuli. Not even bothering to filter.]

Abel? Doctor? Ken - he's worse. [The frayed quality to her voice becomes more obtrusive now.] He's freezing cold. He won't eat. We have to do something!

001.

[flightworthy.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, uh, last time he checked he'd just been opening the door to the hall, having heard a loud commotion near the front of the Institute and being a bit alarmed at it. Were they under attack? What's--]

...Whoa.

[This...this was definitely not the hallway he was expecting. Or even the Institute, for that matter. Last time he checked it didn't look like a freaking castle. The sharp cold on his toes will make him And it wasn't winter, either.

The red-head will shiver, rubbing at his arms a bit and looking around in confusion. Pajamas are not exactly acceptable clothing in snow.]

Uh, what's going on?

[OOC: Open! In person or over the journal. It's nearby somewhere...]

(no subject)

[imaginates.livejournal.com]

( Beth )

( Yorick )

( Room Filter )

♔ first,

[ghosthive.livejournal.com]

[ The darkness which greeted him had been alarming enough, as in its place should have been a gentle rap at ornate double-doors, a gentleman in black, a steaming porcelain cup of perfectly-infused breakfast tea. Being left to sleep in was practically unheard of, and what with those gues-

Guests? He had jangled his wrist, shackle loose and unoccupied at its opposite end. Had he not been sharing a bed with the mild-mannered wordsmith in a guest chamber last he'd been awake? He had been, unmistakeably so, and once the reality of the situation at hand began to sink it it had felt like an avalanche.

One hour was what it took Ciel Phantomhive to finally compose himself and familiarize himself with his current predicament as much as possible. It only figured that that man would be taking a deliberately long amount of time to show face, but he would come. He always did... right?

So have a particularly disgruntled-looking little Earl sitting in the library. He's pretty convinced that this is some elaborate hoax pulled by the foolish guests he had last left at the manor - a ruse to get him to 'confess', perhaps? There were few other explanations for suddenly finding himself in such an extravagant manor.

Still... would they really go as far to create this ridiculous scenario? He's flipping through the large, leather-bound book he'd found at his side upon waking up - and he is also, embarrassingly enough, dressed in little more than a nightrobe and the usual eyepatch. Hmph. ]

(no subject)

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

Who: Cassie and Tim
What: TRAINING OR SOMETHING.
When: This mornin'?
Where: Tim's room then idk.
Rating: G.

( Hello, baby, can I see your smile~ )

(no subject)

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

Aw hell, not again! Frank? FRANK! I know you had something to do with this you damn dog! Where the hell am I?!

[looks around and sees the journal on the bedside table] Wuzzis? [the sound of flipping pages with the occasional pause] Ooooooookay… this is new... [shrugs] Eh, could be worse. Since I’m not in Kansas anymore, might as well make the best of it.

Um… I'm Agent Jay... anyone know where a guy can get some pie around here?

☼ 33

[lionise.livejournal.com]

[For those still stuck in the Twilight Zone theater, a raging Cagalli is now stomping her way back from the bathroom, clearly pissed off. She'll be making her way to the front of the room, blocking the screen.]

Public service announcement, guys! For those who are too stupid to realize, you don't attempt to flush anything other than toilet paper when ten people are stuck with only one bathroom! We are now without a working toilet, thanks to some moron. [Pause] Apollo, don't bother looking for your shoe anymore. It's beyond help.

[With that, she flops into the nearest seat with a loud noise of aggravation.]

[OOC: Backdated to this afternoon. Blame Bad Girl.]