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[maims.livejournal.com]

Who: abel nightroad & takami minatsuki.
What: loss end and resulting reactions.
When: the morning 04/02, before this.
Where: room 1905, satis tower.
Rating: pg for minatsuki's pottymouth.

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is a rollercoaster just gotta ride it~♪

[letssingaduet.livejournal.com]

Kayyyyyy~!

[Moments after that chipper call goes ringing through the halls, Kay, there is a crunch from your doorway and a Diva in your room, invading your personal space. She'd have knocked, only... the handle ~*~accidentally~*~ came off in her hand. It was all very traumatic. And definitely an accident. She swears.]

Kay! There you are!

[ooc: this is me... finally carrying on with this loss dfkj I GET THE FEELING I'VE SKIPPED PEOPLE but I don't know but everyone will definitely get their turn o/ Hi there, Agent Kay!]

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[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( York )

( Jason )

+56

[imnot_likeyou]

[When Sam wakes up, and he's not somewhere he recognizes right away, he has a bit of a panic, but when he looks over and sees Dean sleeping in the next bed, less panic, more okay this is weird. Dean's back is to him though, so he just keeps looking around until his eyes fall on someone very familiar]

COOPER!

[that was a little too loud, probably, but Sam doesn't care as he's bouncing off the bed and jogging over to drop down and pet the hell out of his brother's dog. Cooper isn't the only animal in the room though, and soon Alice is nudging her way over, looking for some attention, not that Sam minds in the slightest. scratches her behind the ears as he checks her tags]

Guess you're mine, huh?

[pause]

Alice. Alice Cooper. Ha, ha, Dean.

[then glances over when he hears growling, and frowns at Hekyll and Jekyll]

Who do you belong to?

[they're forgotten a moment later, as Sam goes back to petting the other two dogs, and talking to them, though he's completely forgotten that the journal's probably open]

Guess I'm back here, huh? Wonder if everybody's still around.

[Loss start! And I'm off to work, so tags will probably be slow.]

79.0

[encryptedlock]

[Backdated to yesterday and dictated as always. York sounds unsure of himself.]

So...who here's good at...alchemy? Or fixing things with magic, I guess?

Look, the story is, one of my friends is--she got attacked by a bird and she's...broken. I'm still getting an energy reading off her, but she's made out of cloth and metal, and I don't want to make anything worse. So I guess anyone good with...fixing things? Help?

((ooc: So York found 7 after she was attacked by a hawk. Anybody who can help repair a little doll-girl? Responses may be slow as I'm at work.))

I -- HTTYD spoilers.

[thatsallofme.livejournal.com]

Well, that's it, I've gone nuts. Took long enough.

[silence as he listens to the journal for a bit.]

And now the journal's TALKING to me. Great. Definitely nuts. So, to take stock, I've got ... a room in a big stone house or something, my house is gone, my dad is gone, and and, apparently, even my foot is gone. Oh, and my sanity, too.

Yay.

Hello, little journal voices? Are you talking to me? (Please say no.)

$88 oh... crap

[finesse-bottom.livejournal.com]

[Private]

Oh, this is not good. [pacing, pacing and rechecking the shipping manifest]

Those were supposed to go to Mr. Castle - not The Castle!!!

I have to call my brother. I have to try and get them back!

---

( Sylar )

[Castle Residents]

Did anyone happen to get an unusual religiously themed delivery this morning?




[ooc: Virgin Mary Statues stuffed with drugs (think LOST) were accidentally delivered to the castle. There are about 72 of them floating around the castle... feel free to have one!]

† 15th downfall

[milanobutterfly.livejournal.com]

[Sitting in Seth's room staring out the window is Caterina still waiting for her hound. She was starting to wonder if he was ever going to return.]

( Abel )

♬ 002 ♬

[tacet-symphony.livejournal.com]

[Zoisite sits out on the roof, just looking up at the sky. He is either unaware that the journal is open behind him or simply doesn't care.

When was the last time he just did something like this? Just looked at the sky and listened to the music inherent to the world? The whisper of the winds, the cries of the birds. Certainly, he has not done such during this lifetime.

There is a rather hectic piano piece playing. It is not Zoisite playing it; it is the remarkable little device he found in his room after spending several fruitless hours in the music room attempting to play anything. He seems to have lost more than the ability to send his music, regardless of an instrument at hand. He can no longer even express the music within himself. It is… frustrating.

The prerecorded music is not the same, of course. There is no nearly intoxicating rush with the music, or feeling of Soul Flight, or memories that come so vividly that they can be seen, and felt, and heard. There is only the prerecorded music.

The song changes to something more soothing.] How interesting the things we take for granted.


[ooc: Feel free to catch him on the roof or over the journal.]

Log 065: Discovery!

[ruin-mania.livejournal.com]

[After following the track they found yesterday and being observed by the eight-legged sheep (except for the one Ed has procured, which is now acting as her mount), a sign of civilization rises out of the Fog.

Small houses - too short for normal people, it seems, and each with an odd theme - are laid out in a neat, orderly fashion. Bright colors and perfect, manicured lawns look almost as if they belong in a children's picture book. There are train tracks and a station, though no train is in sight. The tracks run east-west before curving off north and south.

Everything is in excellent repair, as if the ones who live here and maintain it have merely stepped out for a moment. There are even lingering scents of home-cooked meals and of the train near the station. It seems like it should be a center of activity, yet there's no movement aside from the travelers themselves, and the fog lends an eerie stillness to the scene.]

( Map of layout )

[There's something oddly familiar about this strange little town. Something very familiar indeed.

Something that may be explained by the sign at the entrance.

"Paradisa Town".]


((ooc: Why yes, it is that Paradisa Town. Open for those on the trip, but feel to threadjack if you're back at the castle and hearing this over a journal!))

ate 7 babies at the baby buffet

[deathbydick.livejournal.com]

[Someone's stinking up the lobby with their new Gator-skin cloak and Gator-skull hat, complete with a belt-of-entrails.]

[Written in the journals, in a questionable red liquid,]

Things I Can Kill
Houseflies (7)
Alligators (1)

[Dictated]
Still not as good as a fresh baby. [Mournful sigh!]

[[ooc: Open as can be! :)]]

─ forty one

[compete.livejournal.com]

( Nanako-chan )

[ the filter breaks as there's a yell and some gator noisessss ] Wh-What the--!?

[ there's a sound that similar to glass breaking, a huge golden.. fist of God, and dead gator everywhere. ] These things are ridiculous! N-Not to mention huge.. [ pause and a groan ] And I just washed this jacket, too! I hate showing up to work like this..

Eh... EH?! [ there's a loud scream as... chie sees walking stick bug close by sldkfajoew ]

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[thequeenconsort.livejournal.com]

[ it was a little, no, very strange waking up in a room that wasn't her own in a castle she had never seen before. so after taking a few minutes to acquaint herself with the room and the journal, she flips the book open and begins hesitantly ]

This is.. Cair Paradisa?

[ more flipping pages, the recent happens just have her furrowing her brows and frowning a little. it doesn't quite sound like she buys into this just yet, but she's seen magic at work before ]

A magical castle, at that. This is rather difficult to believe.

Then again, so is waking up in a strange room..

(no subject)

[billiardsplz.livejournal.com]

Heh, Poltaro, you sure are enjoyi--OH SWEET HO-OH!! WHIRLPOOL! BRICK BREAK!

[and Poltaro the Politoed proceeds to pwn a giant aligator that just appears in front of them. Gold in the mean time, falls backwards into another patch of water and manages to scramble out with Poltaro before more can come in]

⇒ 024

[fastest.livejournal.com]

[ the following is dictated, and you can hear the occasional splash in the background. joshua's sitting on a tree branch and throwing some rocks he gathered into the swamp ]

It happened once upon a time that a certain Greek ship bound for Athens was wrecked off the coast close to Piraeus, the port of Athens. Had it not been for the Dolphins, who at that time were very friendly toward mankind and especially toward Athenians, all would have perished. But the Dolphins took the shipwrecked people on their backs and swam with them to shore.

Now it was the custom among the Greeks to take their pet monkeys and dogs with them whenever they went on a voyage. So when one of the Dolphins saw a Monkey struggling in the water, he thought it was a man, and made the Monkey climb up on his back. Then off he swam with him toward the shore.

The Monkey sat up, grave and dignified, on the Dolphin's back.

"You are a citizen of illustrious Athens, are you not?" asked the Dolphin politely.

"Yes," answered the Monkey, proudly. "My family is one of the noblest in the city."

"Indeed," said the Dolphin. "Then of course you often visit Piraeus."

"Yes, yes," replied the Monkey. "Indeed, I do. I am with him constantly. Piraeus is my very best friend."

This answer took the Dolphin by surprise, and, turning his head, he now saw what it was he was carrying. Without more ado, he dived and left the foolish Monkey to take care of himself, while he swam off in search of some human being to save.

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[staggeringego.livejournal.com]

[some recorded sounds of the ground being scratched at, and a disgusted squawk]

All right there, mate. I'm sure it can't be this way forever. I know you're feeling a bit cooped up, but at least you can still fly off a ways. Not that most landings are very pleasant when you have to come back down.

((OOC. Out on the front steps, chilling with the Hippogriff atm))

[ Dictated ]

[excruciare.livejournal.com]

Bine faci, bine găseşti. A kindness given is a kindness repaid, in time; to say otherwise is to inherently mistrust, to misconstrue the blatant meaning of life and bring ruination down upon one's head in the most arrogant of manners. It is a curse, to want and want but never thank for the fulfillment of that need.

Though I am the definition of a prideful hound, to Cloud Strife I offer one boon of me, to be taken and paid for whenever you have need of it.

Do make it matter.

_{[ a beat ]}

And on that subject: my Dark Regină, will you accompany me to our fair castle's ball this weekend?

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[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Arthur )

[Dictated]

Um...does anyone remember Paradisa Town from about two years ago? That world change with the animal village where we only had peaches and fish to eat?

Well...the townspeople don't seem to be here, but we found the town.

[For anyone who is on the expedition, Allen can be found out by the dock over the lake, fishing with a fishing pole he found in his old house. There seems to be a basket next to him that has a few fish in it, and a pile of boots and cans behind him]

013

[givingchase.livejournal.com]

[knocking at your door, Arthur.]

[knockaknockknock]



[knockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknock]

[betta open that door boy, sora got you cookies]

8th Written

[jushinkan.livejournal.com]

[There's a bit of sloppy, slimy looking splotches on the page]

How long does it take for a tadpole to grow into a frog?

And this is completely for the purpose of generating conversation, of course... What do you think a 400 pound toad would eat?

Just a question.

[... Do you... really want to know what he's up to?]