the thirty-first;

[variare.livejournal.com]

All right! Who wants a souvenir? I'm happy to say I didn't return with any plague, but I did bring back some shiny stones. ...That's about it, really. And a funny looking thing that likes to dance, but I'm keeping that.

...Guess I should think up a name for it.

[ is sitting in the lobby, legs crossed up on a couch, with this thing kinda chilling next to his pack on the floor beside him ]

What do you say when 'home sweet home' isn't quite right? Something I read awhile back comes to mind: 'Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need.'


[ ooc; Forward dated to Sunday morning. Feel free to bug over the journal or in person~ ]

.012

[dryrots.livejournal.com]

( creampuff )

( wisely )

[ tap tap tap, there are a few tears in the paper, many thanks to kit who seems to be sharpening her claws on the paper. tyki doesn't really care though, he's thinking of more important things right now ]

I wonder if those gators taste any good roasted...

+57

[imnot_likeyou]

[So his brother's been on a bender all weekend because of what some weird drunk guy said to him (he doesn't know this -- he's just assuming) and Sam's a mix of annoyance because that's what Dad used to do, and worry because Dean never did that. Ever. At least not for a whole weekend. That and someone burned down the library. He figures it's probably back to normal by now, but it's enough to make him want to stay out of there for a while.

Anyway.

He's curled up in the game room with a book and Alice, the journal sitting on the chair next to him, but he's not really touching it. Just reading his book and being by himself and trying not to think about what people aren't telling him.]

( [Dean] )

001

[nishimono.livejournal.com]

[for anyone who happens to be in town today, there's a very out-of-place looking young girl standing in a very plain-looking dress. Riful's more or less looking around quizzically by the main plaza]

So stupid... Geez. This is why I can't take any pride in him as my man. Who gave him the right to run off like that?

Seriously, --

...Eh? Just who was my man again?


[[ooc; open/dictated! She's got her journal with her....lying on the ground at her feet rofl. WHERE MAH MAN AT, BITCHES.]]

★ ☆ 003

[hardcoreinblack.livejournal.com]

( Damian )

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[After eating himself into a food coma yesterday, Allen crashed pretty deeply until this morning, when for some reason his back was becoming incredibly uncomfortable, even painful to sleep on. Dictated rather groggily as the shifting on a bed can be heard]

Ow...Why does it feel like I'm sleeping on something...I thought my bed was-

[He sits up, and there is a fluttering sound that sounds similar to bird's wings]

-- Tim? Did I sleep on him-

[He quickly looks behind him to see if he was sleeping by Tim...and then quickly gives a yell when he sees it's so not Tim]

W-WHAT ARE THESE?! CROWLEY!?

[OOC: Loss start!]

003

[red-powertie.livejournal.com]

Apollo... I talked to Trucy. Just so you know... if you need any advice on your cases you can come to me anytime. Alright?

[He just found out you are in his and his future-daughter's 'three musketeer' gang. He doesn't know he's no longer an attorney though...]

◄ 005

[messoris.livejournal.com]

( private )

Fourty eight.

[asangelsfly.livejournal.com]

( dean )

[ 28 ]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[he'd spent the first day...maybe day and a half...sleeping and visiting his poor neglected laboratory. Now, he supposes, it's time to pull the journal over and get back to the old Castle routine. Which, of course, includes indulging in a daily dose of cynicism]

So...what all did everyone learn on our little trip?
...Y'know...aside from the fact that--even here--people still have the tendency to shoot first, and ask questions after a very literal bloodbath.


( filtered to Crowley )



( filtered to Raine )



( filtered to Jilly )



2nd Badge

[notinmtsilver.livejournal.com]

[Today Ash can be found outside with his current party surrounding him.]

Kachu?

Yeah, it does kinda look like the road to Pastoria, with all the mud an' stuff.

[and then he starts walking into it. ... And gets stuck.]

I guess it's like the mud back there too. Uh...let see, how do I get out of this?

Buizel, let's use water gun.

Bui, buizel, bui bui. [and his Buizel gives him a water gun. To his face.]

I meant at the mud!

[[ooc: Since Buizel was obtained in a trade...it doesn't really want to listen much any more. Journal and open!]]

[ Dictated ]

[excruciare.livejournal.com]

Whom amongst your lot knows anything regarding monsters?

I have a simple, gnaw~ing curiosity that must be satiated.

THE SECOND HERETIC ; written

[inquisitorish.livejournal.com]

Brother Petros, you came rather quickly, I was surprised.

I apologize Cardinal Sforza, however you sounded quite urgent and I didn't want to keep you waiting.

Think nothing of it, Petros. I am quite glad that you were able to come so quickly.

You flatter; vanity is one of sins that erodes away the resolve of men.


On other occasions, I would agree, however I find that you have shown great restraint these few days. Might I suggest something?I am sure that you just want to get this out of the way.

Anything, Cardinal. It is getting rather hard -

And I am quite sure that it is, considering the position we're in. Now, shall we?

Of course, please allow me to begin.


[ooc; georgia is petros and italics is Caterina |DDD]

[♪] written;

[dreamcandies.livejournal.com]

[The corners of this page are decorated with black five pointed stars, though they slowly wind down and across the page. They're being colored in, but some in a messier manner than others. The largest star is more towards the center of the page, and beneath it there appear rounded, neatly printed letters.]

A L L E N ?

[a pause,]

Anybody have time to help a little girl out?
I think I've gotten lost.

Seven Frogs

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[Hello Paradisa! If you peek out the castle windows today, you might notice that the castle lawn marsh has a few new additions.

A large bonfire has been built close to the path that leads to the castle and several tables have been wished into existence around it. Most are empty, wooden surfaces waiting for anyone who cares to come by and take a seat, but one of them is completely covered in meat, including several huge fish, a couple toads (for frog legs, of course) and one large gator.

That’s right. Someone (or rather, a pair of someones) had a bit of a hunting trip this morning, the bounty of which is laid out for everyone to see.

Puddleglum is diligently working at deboning one of the fish as he looks over at his companion and the platter of gator steaks that he’s holding in one bony hand]

Aslan knows you probably can’t help yourself, but try not to scorch the whole lot to ash this time. There might be a lot more to carve up here, but it won’t last long at the rate you’re going. Not to mention the time it takes to get it all prepared. The whole mess will probably spoil by the time we get this right.

[grumbling, but managing to only lightly sear the gator steaks instead of full-out scorching them] You had better be right about all this. [Meaning the poison, of course]

[arching an eyebrow as he skillfully prepares the fish] I say, man. This was your idea. Though the Lion only knows why you wanted to feed half the castle. [poor Richard. He'll just have to learn to live with disappointment]

[ooc: Welcome back home, explorers! Puddleglum and Richard are cooking enough to feed an army (as long as Richard doesn’t burn it all to nothing), so feel free to come and grab a celebratory gator steak, fish filet or frog leg! It’s all cooked to perfection, completely safe (despite what Richard thinks), and open, open, open]

♥ 001

[shockimages.livejournal.com]

[After spending a brief time to familiarize herself with her new surroundings in Paradisa and how this pesky journal works, Larxene sets her pen to the paper. A cursive flow of text dictated by a young woman's voice follows. By the sound of things, she sounds more annoyed than surprised to have ended up in a different world.]

Ugh, this is just the worst. Now tell me, would anyone of you mind telling me whose brilliant idea it was to dispatch me to this crummy castle in the first place? Mind you, I had better things to do with my time.

Celebration Shootin'

[machineish.livejournal.com]

Who: Tres Iqus and Caterina Sforza
What: Some celebrations
When: After Caterina is cured
Where: Cat's room and then the courtyard
Rating: PG

( My faithful hound )

Fifteen

[pocketsizedpal.livejournal.com]

As much as I missed wandering around, I've got to admit, it's good to be back at the castle. Even if it has crazy moodswings, at least there are no plagues here, right?

...Right?

[[ooc:Backdated to when the group actually got back, fail me fail]]

[Written]

[sikisikiana.livejournal.com]

A place in which there is a higher source ... a higher source that, unlike a government, cannot be contacted. Unlike a government, it cannot be overthrown. Or so we think.

However, this incendiary and enigmatic source of power puts many on equal grounds. In this place, there is not a class system, unless one counts the segregation of the Castle and the Village. But we are all given the same resources, the same punishments and the same rewards...

This is unlike any society. And yet, it must be hard to get someone to work for you. Alongside you? Not much of a problem. But there are not many ways to exert power.

Is there anyone at this place that you listen to? And why so? Respect? Love? Fear? Obligation?

14: Defragmenting.

[always-bad-news.livejournal.com]

[Mouse had spent the past few days in the shower, like pretty much everyone else from the expedition.]

[Now, she's on her way to the Lux, looking tired and relieved, arm wrapped in fresh bandages.]

I don't know about anyone else, but I need a moment to defragment after that whole ordeal. I'll be at the Lux if you want to join me.

[[ooc: Open open open!]]

action.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[Zelman's out in the gardens in the dead of night, lying in a weirdly dry patch of grass under a large tree. the grass looks dead, like it'd been dried up unnaturally. he's got his hands under his head, one leg propped up on his other knee, and a lit cigarette in his mouth.

every ten seconds or so, his eyes glow bright red and one of the leaves on the tree above him spontaneously bursts into flame, like a little firework. the sparks disappear with gravity, but nothing else catches. he's been at it for a while, one leaf at a time. call it practice--it's easy to create fire, but not so easy to control it.]


[[ooc: open, for people who might want to wander into him. |D it's also possible that one could see these small bursts of light from their window, since he's pretty close to the castle wall.]]

Dictated

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

Sucks that it's STILL this swampy and gross here. It doesn't look like it's drained out even a little bit since we left.

33 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

( Private; )

( Clinic Staff; )

( Guinevere; )

( Allen Walker and Lavi; )