(no subject)

[noflatchests.livejournal.com]

[in the lobby, there's been a little space cleared out in front of one of the couches, and this ho bag is sitting there, staring intently at the ground in front of him

spread in front of him is about two dozen pairs of shades, in various (but all equally awesome) styles and colors

there's also a small... glass display case, with maroon velvet in it, sitting to the side.... currently empty

is this dude trying to... decide how to place the sunglasses in the display case? seriously?

and he's even wearing a pair on his face, wtf

there's a moment of pause before the following is dictated into the journal absently]

Why does this have to be so difficult? There has to be... some superior, perfect manner in which to do it.... why can't I see it?

$0.08

[balancethebooks.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[sure, it's late, but a certain accountant and assassin-for-hire can't sleep. so he'll be wandering the hall of the twelfth floor in his pajamas and a nice bathrobe, looking for something to do, journal tucked under his arm. after a while, he'll start working his way downward, since the only other room he could go into is the gym, and well. not in his pajamas, certainly]

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

Since some people like to dwell on the past, I'll put my two cents in!

Our beloved superpowered freaks moved into the city. Big deal, right? Then, the rest of us tear down the castle because this was such a horrible thing! The source of all our "problems." The spell is broken, blah blah blah.

Everything goes back to normal. Here we are, and a ton of you morons probably haven't bothered to read back on the Great Destruction of--whatever year it is.

Since this damn place is clearly sentient, who's to say it's not going to pull the same stunt next year? And get better at it?

But I guess that's just how most idiots live in this place. They just hope they go home before the inevitable worse happens!

?31

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[This time, when Sweets woke up, he wasn't in a bedroom. It was more like a living room. He was sitting in front of the closed door to one of the rooms while the other one was open, and he couldn't help but see big green eyes looking out at him from around the door frame.

Cat.


They had a CAT.


He knew moving would be a bad idea, but if he starts quacking loudly enough, maybe whoever this was would find him before he was eaten or something.

Not likely, but he could hope?]

i. dictated, accidental

[dotingly.livejournal.com]

[A rustle of cloth, and a sudden yelp.]

Did I... This is not my room-

[More shuffling, as though the owner of the voice were searching for something. Someone, rather. A sudden, confused lull.]

I... do not recall sleepwalking- B-but I suppose that's the very point of the sleepwalking! One does not recall-

[A flustered breath.]

And to fall asleep in my clothes as well! I'll have to iron them immediately, or they might wrinkle. A prefect with a creased uniform! That's- I cannot- I hope I didn't impose - Oh, but I must have, taking up their only bed in such an embarrassing manner!

[A click of heels against wooden floor. She sounds to be pacing.]

Oh, however shall I apologize!

(no subject)

[kindnessing.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, anyone listening to the journals get a surprised noise ("geh!?") along with a flutter of wings.]

H-huh? What was that - a bird? [The little bird (Rin, although he doesn't know that) hops up the bed, and then onto his shoulder.] Ah... uh, hello. How'd you get in...? [He can't feel any wind, so he figures that none of the windows are open.]


Is anyone missing a bird? It looks like a falcon, or a hawk. [Rin taps him on the head] Ah! Um. It's pretty friendly, too...

005

[givingchase.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Screw the slush! Sora's outside with Jo, playing fetch with a stick that he found on the ground. They're both getting wet and muddy and disgusting and it's sorta awesome. Spectate, join in! Steal his puppy and die tags when I get back from work]

23 -- finding homes

[so-catless.livejournal.com]

[happily writes in big, neat, letters]

There are animals in need of a home
I invite everyone to stop by and visit the animals that are up for adoption at the Fairyland Animal Center. During our open hours during the day, come by and request to see the available pets anytime.

We have cats, dogs, and [pause in writing] other things.

[doodles in a map on how to get there]


( filtered to 7 )

( filtered to the Little Green Snake )

( filtered to Jilly )

((ooc: journal post, as well as serving as an open post for the Animal Center. The available animals are listed here. Enjoy!))

6 was quite the artist!

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

( Shortpack )

♞ 001

[accommodates.livejournal.com]

[ say Paradisa, what is that delicious smell coming from the kitchen? it's it just delicious? it simply gets even better the closer to the kitchen you get.

poke your head in and you'll see Sebastian slaving away, well not so much slaving as cooking, he is quite content actually and is simply amazing to watch. this shit is canon I kid you not. he's quite aware of where he is and that his master is also here, so no freak out from him.

be nice and he might let you sample some of tonight's dinner before he takes it to Earl Bratty Pants ]

[ 20 ]

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

Man, I haven't had a pet in years.
...Snakes aren't hard to take care of, right?

[a pause]

Hmm. I should probably name this thing.

[muttered thoughtfully] ...I wonder if the Castle has any qualms about me wishing up dead rats...


( filtered to Crowley )

((ooc: Open post! Billy's in the lobby, letting his new pet python crawl on the furniture))

Episode 10

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

I think it really is over this time. Really. No need to worry about me anymore. [you know who you are :| ]

My body's now set for the graveyard shift at work, but that's normal.

(no subject)

[stellarsigned.livejournal.com]

...Does anybody know a Sam Winchester? He's currently knocked out cold on the third floor. He um...sort of fell down the stairs. Does anybody want to help me get him to the clinic. ...Or something?

iii { ⚕ } lay my head in your hands

[notjustcopies.livejournal.com]

[ Hay Para. There's a guy, sittin' in your lobby, readin' your books. Or at least he was, if the three or so books surrounding him is any indication. But at the moment, he's a little distracted by looking at a picture of what seems to be a younger version of him and a smiling woman.

He finds himself after a moment and goes back to a book, his glance shooting towards the picture every so often. And a little while later, he scrawls something in the journal, seemingly thought of because of the books. ]

Is there someone who is in charge and/or knows all the inventory of the clinic here?


[ ooc| feel free to bother him over the journals or in person. and i swear he's going to be bothering people more instead of just posting soon. ;; ]

+49

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam has got the journal open in front of him, and is heading down the stairs from the library, journal open in front of him. He's checking up on the events of the day and definitely not looking where he's going.

Oops?]


[For Lucy, in relation to Sam's canon bump.]

01

[sikisikiana.livejournal.com]

[The sound of a few pages flipping for a while, and a thoughtful drumming of long fingernails on to the paper. A long silence ensues before she sighs]

[All written;]

[Public]

So it seems that none are impervious to its hold.

I will spare you all the incessant drudgery of repetition and decidedly not ask anything about the nature of this place, or if escape is possible.

However, if one would assist me with a list of individuals present here, or point me to where an official recording of such a thing exists, your help would be greatly appreciated and rewarded as soon as it was possible. Attempts to speak to the denizens here have been all for naught, and proven to be frustratingly useless.


Strictly for curiosity's sake. I'm a new arrival.

[Added in later]

[Filtered to Bruce Wayne]

Beloved, are you here?

[/End Filter]

[Filtered to Damian Wayne]

Damian?

Trick 014;

[pumpkinbutt]

[a sigh is heard over the journals~]

You know, not worrying about wearing clothes was the one thing I miss about being a puppet. I can't believe I've got this much dirty laundry.

--And for the last time, you useless master, do your own! Don't just leave it lying around the room like Linda's going to clean things up for you.


[[ooc; dictated from the laundry room♥]]

sometimes we just need to ask...

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

( Ino )