077; didn't realize this was public [dictated]

[firsttsurugi.livejournal.com]

Colette? I've... [clears throat. deep breath, you can do this! having these feelings pent up inside for so long wasn't good. and now he's cracked] I've given it a lot of thought...

[there's a bit of a pause before he softly goes, "Mm."] I know...ever since Valentine's Day, it hasn't been the same. I'll never forget the way you made me smile... I haven't smiled like that in a long time.

It...it felt good. Thank you. It meant a lot to me...and...you mean a lot to me.

I don't care what anyone says. You need to know; before I lose my courage to do this again...

I love you--

[this is the part where fate is so unkind. the stroke of midnight and Cloud has now snapped out of his lovey-dovey state after having been hit with the arrow. guess who just realized everything that he said. guess what he remembered over the past three days? EVERYTHING; and now that his head is cleared up a little, he realizes that this wasn't even private. he is quiet. dead, quiet, and he is not talking. at all. he just stares at the open book, in surprise and mayhaps horror]

... ... ...

♛ oo5

[prominency.livejournal.com]

[ okay whose bed is this and why is joan in this room?

...wait a second. she knows, it's satsuki's room.

...oh god why. ]

Rorschach's journal. February 17th.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

Liked Valentine's Day better when it was less obtrusive. Less weapons involved, too.

Box of chocolates found by door not so bad, though unsure what to do with flower. Have a feeling someone else might know how to take care of it though. [he's got your number, Q. he really, really does.]

Have more important things to dwell on than projectile injuries, however. Should get started on leads, projects.

[York]
Have been told you maintain list of residents. Any idea how many of them are underage, and who?
[/York]


[Ianto Jones]
Need any and all information you can give on girl named Diva.
[/Ianto Jones]



[now that his work's been started and he's waiting for answers, he's going to go on a sort of impromptu patrol, starting on the ninth floor and working his way up to the roof. feel free to bother him!]

108th feather

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

[Tis an open post! forwarded to morning; Pit is in the kitchen, sitting down to some delicious breakfast when his loss hits. Literally, in the blink of an eye, the scrawny little babyface becomes a handsome young man 8)

He doesn't notice, however, until he gives a nice loud yawn.. and nearly falls out of his chair in suprise]

What the... What's with my voi--...

Whoa!!

[unfortunately, his puny wings stayed the same size... flutter flutter]

44 locks picked;

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

( Sophie Devereaux )

[A little bit after...]

( Tres )

(no subject)

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[Someone here has been totally oblivious to all this Valentine's Day stuff -- he's been busy repairing Faye's zipcraft, which was really exactly the sort of project he needed. He sounds rather smug when he speaks into the journal, feeling quite pleased with his work]


Oi, Faye! Fixed up this zipcraft of yours. Mind parking it somewhere that's not the entrance to the castle? Wouldn't want some frustrated resident smashing her all up again.


[and now he's perusing the journal] Hang on, what've I missed? Arrows? Love spells? ...Everyone's alright, yeah?


( Albus )

((ooc: journal post or open post, feel free to spot him perched on top of the zipcraft, which is still blocking the entrance to the castle, obvs. XD))

(no subject)

[videres.livejournal.com]

( vincent )

( TARDIS filter )

twenty-three.

[fanassaults.livejournal.com]

[Yukiko's in the kitchen this afternoon, humming softly to herself as she heats something up in the microwave for her lunch. Having all those kissus entirely with other girls was...worrying, and confusing, and the fact that she couldn't stop thinking about Chizuru or Misa was still kind of frightening now she'd regained some sort of sense.

Not Chie, though. She thought about Chie often anyway.

The problem occurs when she feels that familiar Persona-summoning tingle in her fingers, causing her to blink and look down at her hands, resting against the tabletop next to the microwave.]

Hm? That's...


[WHOOMPH. An Agidyne spurts straight out of her fingers and engulfs the microwave, the device making almost pained noises of molten metal and wiring for a few moments before exploding. Yukiko lets out a loud shriek - loud enough to be picked up by the journal across the room - as she stumbles backwards, smoky and with slightly charred clothes, but none the worse for wear from just having her front exploded in fire.

The poor thing never had a chance.]

Wh-what just happened?!


(LOSS GO. Open and journal! Agidyne is LOUD, so it could probably be heard from a floor or so up as well.

Also a few other things in the kitchen will probably explode quickly afterwards.
Also her journal is a little on fire.
Also Yukiko's cardigan is on fire where she can't see it.

...halp?)

(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

Ugh... Still don't feel so good...

[so he picks up his journal and staggers down the hall to the clinic]

[ooc: Open hallway/clinic post O:]

(no subject)

[heirdom]

[Bounce, bounce, bounce.

Damian's in the halls, and he has a large bouncy ball in hand. While initially it might look like he's just messing around, throwing it around the room and letting it ricochet off things at random, if one pays close attention, they'll notice there's a pattern to how he does it.

He scopes around, positions himself, and then throws the ball at the right speed to put it off the right angles, and end up back in his hand without having to move too much.

Feel free to interfere with his game of bouncy-ball-math. Or duck. Or hit. Or be used as an obstacle.]

Night 005;

[wiseassly.livejournal.com]

You know, I didn't think we had so many romantics in the castle but I was surprised. There was a lot of really, really sappy stuff going on. I've never heard so many confessions at once--but one of them really took the cake.

"You are like the sun! So warm and bright and without you, I do not feel as if I could survive. When you are not with me, everything feels quite like the night. Dark, bleak and...Empty."

It's like a line right out of a girl's diary. Kind of makes you want to cringe.

037 - Wayward Arrows

[seasonofsamurai.livejournal.com]

[Backdated to Feb. 15th]

You guys go around playing Cupid all you want. Me? I'm putting my bow and arrows to more practical use.


[After a trek through the forest, Shinobu is at the archery section of the Shooting Range. She holds up her bow and pulls an arrow from her quiver. She's no archer. It's obvious in how her hands fumble with her equipment. When she goes to nock it, her fingers touch the arrowheads and--]

Waaaugh!

[--the arrow flies out of her hold.]

Fuck. It's at it again. This really blows.

[That had to be her permaloss acting up. One touch of the steel arrowhead was enough to trigger it.]


((Back from hiatus. Journal or open post. Anyone up to accidentally getting hit by one of this girl's arrows, have at!))

ϟ 01

[impulsities.livejournal.com]

[ Have the sound of swishing and a blur of red and yellow -- Bart has entered the castle and is running around to see where exactly he's found himself. This place looks so much cooler than where he just was but even he's thinking that it's totally inappropriate to take a vacation right now ]

Hey, wait a minute! [ okay not a minute, more like .0005 seconds ] Some of these nameplates look really familiar! [ not that he read..most of them or he'd have noticed a lot. but batmanbatmanbatmanbatmanbatman ]

Oh, wait.. even before that, how did I end up here? I was just about to save the day! Finally. Max? Grandpa? You left already..?

(no subject)

[reddinofiremon.livejournal.com]

[backdated to the 15th

there's a Guilmon sitting outside of 515 and he looks dejected. there's a sad sound]

Takatomon left.

Case 02

[catscurse.livejournal.com]

[So, there's a cat sitting in the lobby right next to an open journal. He doesn't look very happy. Trapped in another realm with no way out, meanwhile who-knows-what was going down at the Capital now. This was just swell. At least the strange way people were acting for the last two days appears to be over with. And so, he talks. Yes, the cat is talking.]

So, this place is about more than just sheiks, vamps and lollygaggers?

I get the feeling this happens quite often in this joint.


[ooc: In case some people are going 'wut?' at his terms, he's from the 20s/30s, so you may need to rely on a slang dictionary. :>]

130 Elektra is a large outer main belt asteroid

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[It’s a good thing those love arrows have worn off now. It’s even better that a certain lady is nowhere near a certain demon when they do. It wouldn’t have been good for her]

What in the name of Manchester was THAT?

...Valentine

I'll fucking kill her. You hear that Little Miss Hiding Somewhere in the Castle? Game over. Insert coin.

[And to avoid going out and inevitably setting things on fire, Crowley’s going to head off to Cas’ room with a big pie to apologise sulk. Hi Cas, he’ll just let himself in]

† 36

[priestish.livejournal.com]

( Albus, Seth, Caterina, Sister Monica, Miss Claire, Nagi K. )

[and, with his filters out of the way, Mr. Derp Priest goes to make himself a cup of tea in the church.

AND SOMETHING HAS GONE TERRIBLY, TERRIBLY WRONG.]

W-WHAT?! O-OH GOOD LORD! WHAT... IS THIS? WH-WHERE...

WHERE IS ALL MY SUGAR?!

[ooc: ...Xellos jacked all of Abel's sugar. feel free to stumble upon him flailing and sobbing like a derp in the church, or just catch this... declaration over the journal lkjlkjsdf]

[372]

[ino]

( Private )

( Apollo )

( Allen )

six: someone give her a cigarette after a nice bit of coding.

[always-bad-news.livejournal.com]

[So Mouse has been shut up on her room for the past few days. She's been busy building a wireless device to get her onto CastleNet, and now there's something resembling a desktop in her room, complete with snaking cables and whirring parts all over. Seeing all the components makes her feel more at home.]

[Her first order of business is to hack into CastleNet and poke around. Anywhere you find her work, you'll find her ensignia of a little mouse doodle.]

[The journal records a small sigh.]

Well, that was a lot of build-up for a whole lot of nothin'. Does anyone here even use CastleNet?

♞ XVII;

[bound_darkness]

[There is one Cloud Strife walking through the castle, with what seems to be a very specific route. About bloody time... He needs a bath and rest, urgently, but he won't stop until he's in front of the door with the 1009 plaque on it. But while on his way there, he's got his journal in hand and a pen, which the castle generously provided to him because his voice is pretty much gone.]

( Leon )

( People who knew he was away )

♦ 003

[percepts.livejournal.com]

( Private )

∞ .001

[limitlessblade.livejournal.com]

[It is just another normal, run of the mill day in Paradisa. The world is turning, birds are singing, you know the drill. You may be relaxing, sleeping, or reorganizing your things. Whatever it is you are doing, it is about to be disrupted.

If you happen to be inside your room, and your door unlocked at the time, then SAY HELLO TO MUGEN, THIS UNRULY LOOKING MAN WHO SUDDENLY OPENS YOUR DOOR AND WALKS INSIDE YOUR VERY ROOM. He begins to look around, as if searching for something. Who is this rude person and what the hell does he think he is doing in your room, as if he owns the place?

Annndddd if your door was locked, then he will simply knock. Loudly and repetitively, until you answer.]

(ooc: IC introduction posts are always the hardest thing for me to do. Hopefully I did okay? 8D;;)

28 ✪ and we'll have fun fun fun

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

( York, Delta and Morgana )

( Jilly )

Everyone alright after this latest holiday? Seems like some people ran into a little bit of trouble there. [ He sounds way way way too amused about that. ]

Another question for the masses: what's your favorite type of tea?

(no subject)

[flightworthy.livejournal.com]

...Wow.

[If there's one thing he wasn't expecting, it was to find a room entirely dedicated to music here. Did he just find something close to heaven?

There's some soft footsteps, and then the sounds of someone lifting and settling something hollow and wooden on their shoulders, and a few moments latter, some experimental strumming of the strings.

A pleased sound.]

It's even tuned.

[Annnd he'll begin strumming out this melody, humming along to it softly, smiling a little to himself as he does.]

[OOC: Come watch the performance? His wings are hidden by a thick coat no trusting of this place just yet, folks! but he is, canonly, pretty flipping amazing at the guitar and used to giving performances, even when he's not aware someone's watching. :3]

(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

Cair Paradisa

 

For those who don't know, the Joker's locked away safely in the prison. Later, his punishment will be decided in a court of law, just like any other criminal.

If you have any questions, I'll be happy to answer them to the best of my ability.


[Apollo Justice;]

On a completely unrelated note, the first prisoner I have is up for her court date soon. I don't want to send her there undefended, and I figured I'd ask if you were interested before heading to the city to find an attorney for her.

2nd Yes so soon!

[jushinkan.livejournal.com]

[People whose names are not Abel.

You have been gifted this wonderful night.

While a holy man sobs brokenly in his church, the magical sugar fairy has given many of you a wonderful, sparkly, bagged gift. Who is this mysterious being? Wouldn't you like to know.

In short, Xellos ganked all of Abels sugar and has passed it out from door to door with little post-it notes with happy faces on them. Do enjoy, he's just going to knock and teleport.]

Some corner of the library.

[magdawaldescu.livejournal.com]

[Magda's situation at the castle would likely be a lot happier if she didn't expect her room to be an undecorated little nook much like the one she'd had back in the inn, or for the clothes she found in her trunk to be solid and practical-looking and including the same dingy little cap she'd usually worn, or especially for there to be a broom and a mop and a bucket waiting for her by the door. But this is what she expects, and so, the castle provides.

This is also why she is now cleaning the library floor on her hands and knees, grumbling surly little comments to herself under her breath in standard Magda fashion, completely unaware that she's only being made a servant because that's what she thinks she irrevocably is.]


[OOC: Open post. Newbie here.]

On Point

[its-worthdoing.livejournal.com]

Who: Willow and Billy
What: Valentine's Day Accidents Will Happen
When: Sometime Valentine's Day
Where: Castle Library
Rating: Is This Like The Olympics?? (PGish)


Willow had mixed feelings when it came to all major holidays and certain school functions. It was part of the standard Hellmouth survival package, and she was someone that paid attention to her lessons. And also took excellent notes. There was a reason Xander always wanted to borrow them.

So when odd arrows appeared in her room on Valentine's day, Willow looked at them warily. It was one thing not to look a gift horse in the mouth. But when eyes, mouth or anything vaguely facelike were visible? It was cause for concern.

Magic was different, she thought. She could feel it, inside her. The way it worked and the way it created. But looking at the bow and arrows? There was nothing. Nothing that made them feel reel. She wondered at what they were for, spending a good part of the day in her room. There she carried them down to the library for some research, only to find nothing. Giles would be looking at her sternly now.

So she wondered some more.

And when that got her nowhere she idly began to make one of them float slowly about the room.

She watched it and wondered still.