♙ seventeenth.

[dormoused.livejournal.com]

( echo )

( miss ada )

(no subject)

[dontsaylacking.livejournal.com]

( Private )

♟ o28

[invokes.livejournal.com]

( room 1302 filter )

[ sometime later. or before elliot. OH PARADISA TIME. ]

( allen )

I CAN BE YOUR HERO BAY-BAY

[imaginates.livejournal.com]

Who: Gilbert Nightray and Kyle Rayner
What: Gil needs Kyle :'(
When: Right now. Well... 11pm, Mach 4th?
Where: Outside.
Rating: Idk... PG?

( I can kiss away the pain )

I can't get to sleep, I think about the implications

[paidthepryce.livejournal.com]

Who: Wesley and Fred
What: Drinking and Issues
When: Thursday 4th March, late evening
Where: Wesley's room, probably
Rating: Maybe Teen?

( Ghosts appear and fade away )

(no subject)

[steelbound.livejournal.com]

( private )

[375]

[ino]

[the journal gets knocked open to the sound of some shuffling and the sound of a yawn. someone's waking up! suddenly, those sounds stop as she freezes -- something isn't right. she reaches back to touch her hair ...]



--EHHHHH?! [three more H's added in there later by Kid lmao]



[ooc: Loss over :')]

(no subject)

[silentrefrain.livejournal.com]

[written;]

My wings are gone again. [she doodles a picture of a Nill without wings] It is a lot like last time.

I have the same job here, too... But I think that it will be much easier this time around.

This place makes me think of what home would be like if it were brighter. It's nice.

( Haine; )

( Clare; )

(no subject)

[inkyprophet.livejournal.com]

[someone's pressing a scrap of paper onto the page. it's an ink drawing of an abstract city, with what must be tiny people walking on a street below. it's undoubtedly in 6's style. he presses it harder against the page and starts muttering to himself--or to the journal? it's hard to tell.]

I was right...

[a pause]

Very quiet... Everything's quiet now, uhm... It's... My hands, not right...

[he sounds very uncomfortable, but a bit more coherent than usual!]

action.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[in a park, in the dead of night, one psychopath sits down next to another psychopath.

the journal, wedged awkwardly open from inside a canvas bag, picks up the long and definite silence between them.

until Zelman finally says something.]

So, humanity.

(no subject)

[scouring.livejournal.com]

( Ino )

[Tim's sitting in the lobby, one of his feet propped up sort of awkwardly on the edge of the chair he's sitting on. Just sort of flipping through a magazine that was sitting on the table, his journal laying open nearby.

idek, bother?]

† 38

[priestish.livejournal.com]

( private )

( Esther, Jyuushiro, Peter, Mr. Reno, Claire )

A-ah, well. That was... interesting! Caterina, I think you... jinxed me, talking about losses.

Well! What have I missed? Someone bring me up to date! I need a week's worth of gossip: go!

[a certain priest is sitting with his journal in the lobby, tapping pen to his chin before it drops and rolls away from him. he goes to pick it up, and inadvertently knocks his tea cup over in the process, spilling sugar-sludge that passes for tea in Abel's world all over the pages and the table - enjoy that mess, Paradisa. the cup rolls off the table he's ducking under and cracks as he's reaching for the pen - the noise startles him, and he thwacks the top of his head hard.]

O-OW! Who... who put that there?! O...w, my... head... M... my precious tea cup... My precious tea...

[ooc: open if you want to get derp'd on... fff]

(no subject)

[leadthedance.livejournal.com]

( Raidou (Private) )

( Suzaku and Rouge )

[After getting some fresh air after a few days of being cooped up in his room, Gino's walking back into the castle, with a cyborg dog walking by his side. He's carrying his open journal, having done those filters while he was outside and glances down at it.]

After.. a friend leaves, what do people tend to do to keep their mind off of it? I'm kind of curious.

[Voice]; The Amazing Zatara: ♣002!♣

[abrakadouchebag.livejournal.com]

Did she REALLY strand me here? Evil, wretched woman.

I'm not quite sure where to begin. My patience is wearing thin, I hate everyone here, and there's absolutely no escape. It's too annoying to be heaven, too uncreative to be hell, and ... we're ... communicating ... through. Diaries.

DIARIES!!! Does anyone know how STUPID this is!?? Why are you participating in it!? Why am I!? I don't really want to know how anyone in this Castle feels, nor do I want to see their super intense reflections on life, or their pathetic Philosophy 101 questions that spur discussions about as deep as a kiddie pool.

What did I do to deserve this? And if I'm really in a teen drama, why is there not a 30 year old actor playing me and suffering in my place?

Forty Ninth Song

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

See you around, Hummingbird. You made things pretty darn bright around here.

Looks like I'm down a club singer, and as much as I love to go up there and belt out a few tunes every night, the buisness? I've got to run it.

So, here's the billion dollar question. Can anyone here hold a tune and wants a job in the entertainment industry? Come on, I know there's got to be someone around here with a little bit of diva in them.

─ forty-three

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ written ]

Has anyone seen a pink cell phone with [ doodles in this ] that attached to it?

[ mumbling to herself now ]

Mrrrr! Where did I put it?

( ichirou-kun )

[ added in later! ]

( elliot )

[ ooc: ffff replies will be slow ]

(no subject)

[steelbound.livejournal.com]

[ he was wasting the rest of his night on THAT game when the world change hit.. that disorients him a bit as everything shifts and his.. chin slips from his hand. ]

What the--? [ derp moment aside, he's soon up and about going from room to room checking things out ] What's going on?

[ HI KEN HAVE SOME DUDE OPENING YOUR DOOR ]

(no subject)

[farnese.livejournal.com]

[There are two women walking outside tonight, and one is following the other closely. She's not letting you slip out of her sight, Casca! GUTS SAID SO. Anyways, Farnese is just following along with Casca, glancing around carefully, but always keeping Casca in her sight. Both of them stop at one of the larger piles of slush, looking at it closely ...

until there's a loud SPLAT as Casca throws some of the slush at Farnese]

C-Casca! It's cold--!

Auuu.

Please don't throw any more ...

... Au?

[ooc: Casca, Farnese. Totally open, feel free to run into them .. or witness the slushballing~]

(no subject)

[twogirlsonetuck.livejournal.com]

[Okay, so Tucker was just sitting there. jacking off to porn BEING TOTALLY INNOCENT and then suddenly

his room shrinks

he's on his ass

on a hard mattress.....]


... Dude.

Dude.

What.

What in the.




WHAT THE FUCK?

(no subject)

[imaginates.livejournal.com]

( cut is not IC )

[pen taps after he's finished doodling all over the place; then a pause and a recorded gasp as he realizes he's been sitting in a completely different room for the past 10 minutes] ... Holy crap. Where the hell am I?! [sound of hurried footsteps as he goes to look outside his window]

((ooc: I'm back! In time for this plot :D Also, these lovely doodles were made by my boo Emmy ♥ Also I forgot that the plot began at midnight LMAO))

30 ✪ as the streetlights sing on audrey's song

[thosethatrun.livejournal.com]

[ Another day on the loss, another day tinkering in the TARDIS, another day of the slight frustration that's been hovering under the surface since this whole body swap with Three started. At least, that's what Ten was thinking when he stepped out of the TARDIS to head down to the kitchen for some tea and maybe some company.

What he didn't expect was to walk out of his ship and into an apartment that was most definitely not his room in the castle. Or any other place he'd been before. And he definitely didn't expect to suddenly be something very different than what he is normally. ]

I... I've only got one heart. I'm... I'm human!

[ He sounds rather disturbed at that and possibly a little disgusted. Ten turns to go back into where the TARDIS should be... and only finds open air. ]

Wh-what? Oh, no. Oh, not the TARDIS.

[ And just about then the journal on the bedside table picks up a slight crash as Ten gets tackled to the ground by a young woman. ]

... ow. Who are you? You... No. No way. Oh, that's-- that's brilliant. Completely wrong and not right at all, but. Brilliant.

[ Have fun with this pair, LA. ]

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Eh?

[Allen sits up in his rather less comfortable dormitory bed, looking around the much smaller room with very odd decorations, rubbing the back of his head that feels...surprisingly clear, noticing letters that written on...several things]

U C L A...what is that?

[a pause then...frowns and makes an unhappy noise]

And what is that smell...?

(no subject)

[onehorned.livejournal.com]

It.. changed. Why?

So many lights..

[ SO. after waking up to find herself an adult again and in a strange room, the first thing she did was look out a window to see.. what in the world is this technology? she stares at the scenery outside for quite some time before--

yes, you guessed it, she finds Ryou! and promptly crawls into his bed so she can nudge him awake, this clearly needs to be shared with someone! what is personal space? apologies for that and the little nightgown Ryou, fate is a cruel mistress.

apologies, anyone who hears this! especially if Ryou screams like a girl again ]

Ryou? Ryou, it changed.

27 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

[He's startled at the sudden change in scenery. He was only making his way to his bookshelf for something to pass the time when he suddenly finds himself standing in between a parked car and a very busy lane]

What in the hell are those?! [He feels a little pleased that he recognizes the person with him]

[what the] --fuck is this?

[Guts is pulling Dragonslayer off his back and slamming it directly into the 4-door that all but screeches to a halt directly in front of his shins; the massive sword is stuck in the hood of the vehicle as he tilts his head.]

...Arthur?

[He'll give a nod in response] Yes...It's me. [He's paying careful attention to what happens. The person trapped inside of that strange machine, suddenly bolts out and run screaming for the sidewalk]

...There are people inside these! [Obviously they are being held hostage]

Tch.

[Cracks his neck, and removes the sword from the car's hood, taking a step back so Arthur's is against his and they have optimal view of their surroundings. people were gathering, now.]

Tell me you're armed.

[He won't object, especially since he can still feel the tight pull when he moves, signaling a freshly healed wound. He could definitely use the help. He'll draw his own sword and raise it up] Only an idiot would go anywhere otherwise.

[A beat] We are still severely outnumbered.




[[ooc: this is mod approved!]]