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[imnot_likeyou]

( [Chuck] )

® .069. knicker thievery

[banished_dame]

[she's just come back from getting her laundry out of the dryers in the laundry room, in her room she's folding and putting things away as she hums a bit to herself, the journal open - 'just in case of emergency' since she's learned better by now, and... something isn't right, because she remembers putting everything in the basket]



Anyone have problems with the ghosts stealin' your knickers? 'Cause I had them when I left the laundry room...

Mean, it's not like the dryer stole mismatched socks.

i.

[imply.livejournal.com]

[Oh for crying out loud. What the hell kind of stupid joke was this, anyway, and who would be stupid enough to try and pull one on him?! Obviously it was someone who had no value for their life as it was easy to see that Elliot was pissed. Currently, he was stalking around the halls, demanding answers.]

YOU! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!

005- The Egg and I

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward has found a new toy! She's walking around the hallways balancing on the Companion Cube Sphere. She has her arms outstretched and is making silly noises and laughing as she goes.]

(no subject)

[narcolepszzzz.livejournal.com]

[a bit of crunching the in background. Commented:]

Today.... I took a potato chip. And I ate it.



... People should walk around the halls more carefully. Aliens might catch you for their test samples. It's not that fun.

(no subject)

[luthored.livejournal.com]

I feel like I should apologize for...everything I've failed to act on in the past couple months. I'm sure the people I saw figured out it was a loss, but either way I just want to emphasize that it was. I'd never treat my friends like that, or ignore people in danger.

I know people died, and I wasn't able to help. So even if it wasn't my choice, I'm still sorry. But...my emotions seem to be in working order now, at least.

( Tony Stark )

( Clark )

( Friends )

❀ 009; of ends, beginnings and minor woes

[flowersandsake.livejournal.com]

( Friends of Seireitei )

...aaah, I spread my germs. Perhaps I should cut back... but that feels so restrictive. [Musing to himself without realising his journal's still picking up every word, don't mind him.] Besides, it's only recreational...

♐ sixteenth shot

[yeahihidmypants]

[well, that was short lived]

Anyone that knew Zatanna, she's gone home. [always the hot ones that leave]

[and now, Ollie is taking inventory on his weaponry, mostly because he figures it's about time he sorts out what exactly he can carry with him on nightly patrols]

Anyone else want to take archery lessons? [since it seems he has a plethora of supplies at this point]

What the-?!! [sorry folks, that's a stray arrow pushing into the pages of the journal]

♟ o27 | backdated to before elliot arrived |D

[invokes.livejournal.com]

( private )

( all the superheroes, batfamily and exorcists who attended joker's charity event )

[ in your courtyard, sitting under a tree. this is how he looks right now. he's twitching so much and keeps scowling, unable to focus on his book. must have nicotine. no. must quit. he has a nicotine patch in his hand as well but guess who doesn't have a goddamn clue what to do with his modern item? ]

(no subject)

[inheriting.livejournal.com]

I kind of want cupcakes.

The kitchen's right over there.

Come with me.

You can go by yourself.

So?

I'm doing something right now.

Liar.

[Silence as he...holds up a mechanical thing he's tinkering with.]

That doesn't count.

How does this not count?

Because I want cupcakes.

Then go get some.

Come with me.

... Conner.

What? I'm bored, you're not doing anything, I don't see the problem here.

[...Is giving him a look. :(]

[":D"ing back.]

I don't-- ... What is that?

[OOC: Kon and Tim have discovered a suitcase of cupcakes! Though they aren't aware of it yet.

Come laugh at their lameness? Or join the party!]

(no subject)

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

( [Allen] )

( [Haine] )

( [Clare] )

( [Guts] )

132 is a self number

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Private]
- Adorable mythical figure with a futuristic twist, Check
- Simple controls for a wide audience range, Check
- Irritating yet inescapable earworm background song, Check
- Hack into this piece of piss computer system to install, Check
- Watch human addiction at its finest, Check
[/Private]

[Crowley has once again hacked into the Castlenet system. You’ll now find an odd little game called “Cyborg Pegasus” on the system. It’s a simple enough game, you run along, leaping over chasms, head butting heart-shaped rocks, the speed progressing as you go along. The longer you stay alive, the more points you get, as a catchy tune plays in the background.

Give it a go. Just one little turn can’t hurt, right?

Crowley himself is sitting in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea and flicking through the journal lazily]

[[ooc: Yep, Crowley’s been in your computers again, Paradisa. As with the emails, feel free to notice this any way you like. Blame Red]]

Step 3: The little things that make up life

[kaeru-jyanai.livejournal.com]

[Michael is obviously not talking to anyone, but the journal picks up anyway. There is a catchy theme and unicorn jumping action. He is actually addressing the game.]

This game is rigged! It's impossible. After a certain point, it just becomes inhumanly possible to precede! To make such a thing is irritating and unfair. Unless there is a trick that I missed, a special way to get to the end. Is this like a puzzle? Where the way to win is thinking outside the box?

If I could find a hint somewhere... ah! But that would be cheating!

Maybe I should take a break....

// seventh //

[purely-sin.livejournal.com]

[For any of you late nighters, there's a Kamui doing training outside the castle grounds, practicing with a crossbow a la Acid Tokyo style.

Come bother or feel free to hear the sounds of him shooting arrows at marked targets from the journal. Very open!]

< 02

[ganbarugun.livejournal.com]

[ ganta's standing aimlessly, looking down at the journal. no one explained it to him but it's not too hard to figure out quickly. he just...feels so stupid talking to a journal. but he should probably not wait too long about this, he thinks. maybe.

so he dictates ]

U-um. Hello? This works right?

I heard there was a clinic here. But I don't know where it is. The doctor isn't really crazy, right?


[ and then he'll just wait, and kind of continue walking. if you run into him, you might notice his face is a little messed, courtesy of mintasuki :'3 ♥ ]


[ooc: c-completely open! journal/in person/at clinic ]

(no subject)

[fordreams.livejournal.com]

Is this... is it working? I can't be-- Oh!

Good afternoon, fellow residents! My name is Griffith.

Having found myself in a new land, I thought it only polite to greet those people I'll be living with, and to do it as soon as possible. I'd have liked to visit you all in person, but I'm currently somewhat... incapacitated, and there are rather a lot of you from what I've gathered, so I thought it best for now to make use of this handy method of communication.

I very much look forward to meeting you all; and I apologise again that for now this is the best greeting I can give.

[A pause... and then:]

Without meaning to sound too abrupt, I'd like to ask: if anyone has happened or happens to see some armour, clothes, a sabre or any combination of the above close to a rather wonderfully crafted fountain, could you please let me know? I'd be most grateful. [Tyki's clothes puzzle him, you see, he'd rather like his own back]

I think that's everything. Again, I look forward to speaking with you all when I'm up back on my feet.

[That done, there's a shifting of fabric as he leans back against the pillows of his clinic bed, content despite the steadily healing hole in his stomach]

[ooc: Open over journals; or he's sat up in bed at the clinic \o/]

ate 2 babies at the baby buffet

[deathbydick.livejournal.com]

[Richard's discovered his journal! This is evidenced by the barrage of doodles that are showing up involving himself killing animals and people using fire, ice, lightning, and what can only be assumed is melting faces and skeletons climbing out of their skins (they're rather crude drawings).]

This castle sucks. Won't let me kill a single thing.

[[ooc: Open journal! Come chat without the threat of catching alight!]]

And 12 lions stood on one side...

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

( Private )

...

( Victims of a pink haired man )

( Doctor )

[stares at her filters. She should probably wait and see who responds...but she can't seem to sit still. So, after fumbling on Sakaki's computer to use the CastleNet, she tracks down the Tenth Doctor's room number. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't invite herself over (even if he did give her a key)...but she needs to talk to someone she can trust. Journal in hand, she warily makes her way down to the second floor to Ten's room and the TARDIS within.

She knocks first... but there's no immediate answer and she's remembering that... well... it's bigger on the inside. There's no guarantee he'd hear her even if he's in. So she's putting that key to good use, opening the door and peeking her head inside]

Doctor? Are you here?

[ooc: bedtime! I'll tag when I get home from work. Aaaand back.]

(no subject)

[heirdom]

( Yotsuba )

( Dick )

[And there's Damian, thoroughly ~*~annoyed~*~ after being FORCED to apologize to Yotsuba. Sulking Hanging out on the roof, making snowballs out of the wet snow and pitching them off the edge.

Or possibly at people when they're not looking.]


So stupid.