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[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Subaru )

( Professor Sage )

( Jun )

[shoots son, it's getting warm in here! Despite being midnight or whatever late at night, a certain ex-chosen is having trouble sleeping, so she's put her hair back in a braid, and is in the kitchen working away! Bars of milk and white chocolate are in a stack next to the stove, while a pot is inside of another pot, and steaming away as she checks the heat]

Okay, this is the right temperature... [she's flipping through a worn homemade cookbook, tucking a little stray bit of hair that fell out of the braid] Now I just need to melt the chocolate...

[it smells good at first, but the smell quickly turns sour as it starts to burn. freaking out just a little she pulls the pot off of the heat without thinking, but flinches because it's freaking hot! She puts it down on the empty side of the stove, and rushes over to run water over her hands] O-Ow... I really should be more careful.

W-well, I guess the heat was a bit too warm. [she leans over without moving too far from the sink] Oh, the chocolate needs to be in the pot, I see! Okay, time to try again. [she'll just be gingerly taking her hands from the water, and grabbing a towel to move the dirty pot to the sink. She's still being very gentle with all of her movement because burns suck like that, but she'll be washing out the burned chocolate]

room filter;

[darkevangel.livejournal.com]

[in her room, Eva is bored now

the damage to her room has been fixed, though Abel's room is still demolished thanks to a gigantic ice spear that's still at absolute zero sticking through it

she's laying down on her bed, rolled over onto her stomach and playing with a dismembered arm

yes, a real one

and then... a knock]

(no subject)

[admonishme.livejournal.com]

( Ken )

Two weeks, he isn't.. [ this is scribbled out hastily ]

One more bowl, please!

Who knew there were so many flavors of ice cream? If I keep this up, maybe I can try them all before dinnertime!

[ he groans, there's the distinct 'clang' of a spoon hitting a bowl ]

.. Maybe not. Brain freeze! Ow, ow, ow..

[ he's in the kitchen with several empty bowls stacked up next to him, now with his fingers pressed against his temples ]

They weren't kidding when they said those hurt!

// sixth //

[purely-sin.livejournal.com]

[There's a Kamui making his way down the stairs from floor nine down to the main lobby, for those of you who are up and about--he's sort of walking down idly and taking note of the surroundings as he does so, possibly glancing at whoever happens to be there along the way. A part of him sort of realizes how inanely paranoid he's being, to an extent, wanting to be prepared just a bit too much for the next occurrence. But he keeps walking nevertheless--not knowing what's gonna pop up next in this place...]

[And, fine, the walk down is relaxing in a way, for the guy who doesn't know how to deal with staying in one place for too long. Though he's far from admitting that he enjoys walking through the castle, Kamui opts for looking sullen and uninviting as he goes down. His Umbreon is following close behind, rather docile in comparison.]

[Seems hungry though, maybe looking for some breakfast.

... Wonder if they have pokesnacks in the kitchen.]

[[ooc; fffff so very open ;; feel free to run into him on any of the floors or in the kitchen itself w/e]]

† 35

[priestish.livejournal.com]

( Seth, Caterina, Cain, Eva )

[where can one Abel Nightroad hide away from the world? well, his room was off-limits; Evangenline's perpetual sub zero ice spell was still... impaling it... and the church got too much traffic. a quick glance into the Four Seasons room (why was it named Four Seasons if there were only two? ah, well, the details, right?) revealed it was indeed a sunny and pleasant beach escape.

thus, there is one priest sitting out on a blanket somewhere near the ocean. and he's staying here for a while, melancholy and under the weather with his journal beside him. ah, the woes of psychotic siblings and residents on unpleasant losses causing you to go crazy and nearly eat your friends...

Abel has an interesting life. ah, is the journal picking up the soft sound of waves? let it lull you, residents of Paradisa. let it lull you.]

[ooc: the rule of thumb goes thusly: the harder you attempt to avoid the masses, the HARDER THEY SWARM RITE. AMIRITE. you might want to stay away if you're... vampire-ish. just in case. Abel can discern between friend and food, but I make no promises for the nanomachines.]

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[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Sweets is starting to get sick of this whole being shuffled around thing. It's been well over a week at this point, and he would have whined about this yesterday, but the castle distracted him.

Anyway.

He's heading across the desk at this point, leaning over the small ledge and quacking a bit. Again, this happens to be someone he knows, which is a bit of a relief, and she isn't on a loss. Unlike Del, though, she can't mind read. That could be an issue.]

3 magic spells

[nolaprincess.livejournal.com]

GENUINE NEW ORLEANS KING CAKES -- JUST IN TIME FOR MARDI GRAS

1 Casio For an extra large extra scrumptious King cake -- strawberry or plain. Order now to get them by Fat Tuesday!

[Tiana finishes the Y with a large flourish and sits back, looking satisfied with herself.]

† I †

[onceyouknow.livejournal.com]

[It didn't take long for Monica to zone in on the church. After all, where else would a lady saint seek refuge in some strange, foreign place that continued to warrant questions, ones that could only be answered so far by the journal that had so magically appeared at her side? There was no Vatican influence here, she presumed, so what better place to seek sanctuary than a familiar sanctum like this?

It was then Monica knew her instincts were right on track. Tossing the useless book aside, she'll approach, oh-so delighted, unaware of her voice being picked up.]

Lady saint. Even in another world, you fail to escape my sight. How does it feel?

038 ϟ did I read that right?

[not_myfirstday]

( Kutner )

second move : ♟ to defend (d5)

[schwarbage.livejournal.com]

( [Batfamily + JL members] )

( [Tim] )

[ While he waits for responses in his journal, Bruce sits in the library, reading an old favorite, The Art of War. Ace is curled up on the floor at his feet, and his cane's leaning against his chair. Feel free to pester the grumpy old man. ]

VIII

[shotapope]

[He's softly talking to his journal, recounting the good events of the past few days, with little worry of who would know his words or not.]

It's as if G-God has granted me m-my wishes. My p-prayers were heard and S-Sister was delivered. Was it s-selfish to wish that? I'm n-not so sure, but I'm s-still relieved to s-see her.

F-Father Tress has also r-reminded me of something th-that hadn't realized p-previously. It's... i-it's very strange not having p-people all over. I n-never payed them m-much mind, but, there were always people w-weren't there? I-in the mornings, and e-evenings, during l-lunch, always. E-even if they were s-servants and a-aids, it's not fair to them t-to not notice them. I-it's like... they were b-being dismissed. I'm g-going to try and p-pay more attention, and n-not take things for g-granted.

► three

[toxicities.livejournal.com]

[ dictated forever

TOBACCO~!

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~


[ ooc: loss start AKJHFEKHFJS don't even try to shoot him or stick a sock in his mouth. THE CASTLE WILL PROTECT HIM FROM IT. /bitchslaps haine ]

Wave #20

[just-the-pilot.livejournal.com]

[was just noticing the date - and that he should probably be finding something for Zoe, considering the date that's coming in less than a week now]

I'm almost afraid to ask this considering what it's come up with for other holidays, but:

Does anything usually happen around here on Valentine's Day?

⚜ 001

[exquisitry.livejournal.com]

What is this?! What… What happened to Usui?! That… That idiot. Jumping off the school roof! When I said get it back, I didn’t mean it like that!

… That… That idiot…

Argh, there’s no time for this! I have to find out what happened to that stupid jerk.

(no subject)

[inkyprophet.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere in the library, a large pile of books suddenly crashes off the table. Some papers go flying off of it as well, but there's no one there... Or is there?

Upon closer inspection, there's a little... Person? Toy? A doll? About half a foot tall, made of striped fabric. He's scurrying about the table and mumbling very quietly, but frantically, to himself.]

Back... Have to go... Back! To the first room...

[It looks like its leg is--broken? Malfunctioning? As he stumbles to the side whenever he steps on it. Eventually he lands on a piece of paper and scratches across it with his little pen-nib fingers, but nothing happens except tears in the paper.

He's not in a very good place right now. Come give the little guy a hand?]

specimen #003 ; room filter

[szayelgrantz.livejournal.com]

[A random NPC resident from the town has been pulled into Szayel's room, as he has decided to test on both the types of residents this world offered to gain a greater range of data results.

His new fracción - Cain - had been relatively absent up until now. The two barely crossing paths, but it was time for him to earn his position.]

Fracción. Lift the specimen to the table and secure it.


[ooc: Might get a bit bloody, read at your own risk.]

002;

[imnotjenkins.livejournal.com]

[So. Status report: no Ragnarok. Even worse, no way out of this crazy castle. The only good thing? The free food and booze the kitchen has to offer, so now that he's pretty much grabbed half of all that this guy is chilling in the dining room and hoping to god it's one of the places no one uses because everyone has their own rooms and STUFF. gtfo my dining room]


...Well, at least the food's decent.


[[ooc; open, because this guy will never, ever, ever write in his journal. ever]]

011 † is there anybody alive out there?

[verymature]

( [Friends & Family of Sam Winchester] )

067

[shirtless]

[There's a very large wolf just outside the castle. It definitely looks wild, bits of earth matted in his fur, a tiny bit of blood from a recent meal, and its confident stride as it walks about.

Those that have seen him before will know its Jacob, but he isn't quite himself lately. After that encounter with Del, he hasn't been able to focus on what makes him human. The thoughts of the wild still thrum in his head, but this lone wolf misses his family.

He knows he has a pack, and he knows he has humans he needs to protect. Where are they? He seems to be searching. He keeps his distance from the castle, but he needs that sense of unity he's used to feeling. Whether it's a fellow wolf of one of the pale-faces, he wants to see them.]

(ooc: CRAZY!JAKE. While this is open to all, I'd rather the vampires keep away so as not to send him into kill-mode, which will happen if one approaches. Also, the final person to reply to this post will set something in motion, so until then he won't follow anyone and any attempts to help him regain his sanity won't work. Other than that, have at it and feel free to gawk at the giant wolf.)

ᵅ | o.o9 | is your heart still beating | ᶛ

[youfingwhore.livejournal.com]

( The guy with pink hair and amber eyes that's been messing with people )

( Washington )

( Jilly )

[ When all that's done, Church is just sitting in the kitchen. There's half-empty beer in front of him next to his helmet and he's flipping through the journal absent-mindedly. ]

What happened to the duck?

004 bullets fired

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[This is one HC IIIX Tres Iqus with a box of meagre possessions in his arms - including the vitamin tablets he must take once a month and some small toolkits.

He is moving to Caterina Sforza's room.

And no. He hasn't told her.

His journal is open on top of the box, and he dictates as he walks.]

Requesting the contact details of the following: Tailors who specialise in dress-making, chefs, ladies' maids confident in dressing, and an armourer.

Fifth Shot

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

[Sister is standing is in the lobby, a fold-out table set up beside her. She's also put up a sign saying thus;

FREE MASSAGES
NO UGLIES

You know you want to know what that is all about, right?]

(no subject)

[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

( Death Match Employees )

So it ends...

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[A flock of tiny jewel toned butterflies comes together in front f Delirium's door on the 6th floor. She lands in a huddle on the ground, and before all the pieces of her are together again she's almost falling apart again.

When she has vocal chords once more, a keening sound can be heard. It probably carries a fair distance, so feel free to hear it from wherever you might want.

Any in the castle with a hint of mental powers might be able to feel her, too, she's so upset. She's not trying to mess with anyone or cause trouble, but she's emphatic enough to possibly be noticed.

And she's very, very sorry.]

((ooc: End Del's evil!loss. I think I've managed to put her back at the correct level of crazy, even.))

o3.

[talldarkquiet.livejournal.com]

( takamura )

( nishikawa )

(no subject)

[inheriting.livejournal.com]

( Tim )

( Cassie )

[There's a Superboy in the kitchen. 8) Chompin' on some ice creaammm. Because even superheroes can eat ice cream once in a while, stfu.

Bug? ♥]

backdated to last night

[hawtcuzimfly.livejournal.com]

( Room Filter )

xvii.

[jack-maid.livejournal.com]

::backdated to afternoon::

[Sakuya is up at Mope Central the roof, looking over the edge. Occasionally, her gaze moves when icicles fall, but otherwise she just looks like she's spacing out.

Sorry, angsty people, if you're here, you will find that the time you spent giving off negativity was actually a lot less than what you had expected. Sorry, residents living in higher floors, the day seems to be rather long...]

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[madetobe.livejournal.com]

( Komui )

( hallway filter )

(no subject)

[onehorned.livejournal.com]

[ Priscilla is in the courtyard, bundled up from head to toe (because Raki Ryou would spaz at her again if she didn't). Anyhow! She's staring off into space as she quietly sings a very sweet song she heard in City Royale this afternoon; it's Hush Little Baby, but she didn't pay enough attention to pick up anything more than the melody. So instead of singing words, she's using 'la' in their place.

A mother had been singing to her child. When she found her parents again, she hoped her mother would do the same. Her journal is open beside her, but you're free to run into her as well. ]

♟ o23

[invokes.livejournal.com]

( oz + ada )

( alice )

( kyle )

[ if you're in the kitchen, which obviously a ton of people are because that's paradisa for you, you'll notice gil is working by the stove with the air heavy with the scent of warm chocolate. oh yes, he's making chocolates because oz apparently has girl friends to give to and he is not letting oz touch this thing again. gil's bad mood has lifted considerably, at least for the time being. ]


[ ooc: open post! ]