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[thank goodness that the fog hasn't rolled up to the castle. armed with the main blade of the Fusion Sword sheathed at his waist, Cloud's out for a late night stroll by himself around the castle grounds. he looks pretty calm though. nothing amiss! just getting some fresh air and enjoying the sights.

and waiting for when the flowers will finally start blooming. clearly this is a sign he should be pestered if you happen to be out right now]


[ OOC; Open~! ... though that was pretty obvious from the getgo. |D ]

† 48 ; dictated

[priestish.livejournal.com]

( Rin )

( Ken )

( Caterina )

( Clark )

( Rose )

[that taken care of, he leans back. there's the sound of a pen tapping idly against a corner of the journal before he sighs.] Silly, it's just silly. ...Silly.

......Silly.



I'm way too old for this.

[--ohshit this thing is still open--

QUICK QUICK THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY--]

O-oh... I-I... I...




--REALLY LIKE P-PANCAKES. Was it Miss Donna that was talking about dressing them up once? O-or, was that one of those weird dreams? I don't know if I had a dream like that, once... tiny pancakes dressed like people, and syrup rivers and towns of crepes and-- w-wait, wait. I'm getting off-point. Plus, I don't think I've ever met Miss Donna face-to-face, so dreaming about her would be weird, wouldn't it? I mean, weirder than usual and-- I'm pretty sure that really happened. The talking about pancakes, not the dream--

...R-right. Pancakes. Are good! Very good. ...With maple syrup. And butter.

Just... thought you all should know. ...Yes.

[nice save, Nightroad. nice save. ...feel free to see a facepalming priest in the back pews of the church muttering to himself...]

[ooc: open for journals or... in the church... idek]

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[givingchase.livejournal.com]

Uh... I... sort of broke the toaster last night. And I totally thought the castle was going to fix it! [...] It didn't! So, uh, I'm really sorry! C-Can anyone go down and fix it?

[People who know how to use swords]

... Can any of you guys teach me how to use one? Um, not that I don't know how! It's just that I haven't used a regular one in a long time. Plus, I sort of taught myself how to fight, so I dunno if there's any way to get better. [...] I wanna try to get better, especially if I've gotta go somewhere without my magic.

[/People who know how to use swords]

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((ooc: sorry for spam!))

Night 014;

[wiseassly.livejournal.com]

....Gone, huh?

Well I suppose it was fun while it lasted. Saves me the trouble of cleaning up a mess later.



It was nice knowing you, kid.


[[ooc; his husband left )': so he's just lying outside on the front lawn watching the clouds go by. SO....DEPRESSING. now who is he going to bug the crap out of]]

things that go BZT@&#!+(>?@# in the night

[shoggothed.livejournal.com]

Who: Raistlin Majere and Saya
What: A shoggoth pays a visit to a wizard for the lulz, but might get more than she bargained for.
When: Tonight!
Where: Raistlin's pad.
Rating: PG? Not sure. Will update as needed!

( darkness cover me )

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[professionaldefibrillist]

[has just spent the afternoon rereading one of his favorite books, so of course, when you're bored, that gets the mind going, and he feels the need to share with the castle]

Here's a question for you guys, if you're interested.

Frankenstein's [or insert your Paradisa pop culture replacement] monster: zombie or not?

☫ 16

[onset.livejournal.com]

[While Rin's asleep on her bed in the clinic, Cassandra has taken it upon herself to make sure her friend will be happily surprised when she wakes up. How will she be doing that? The answer is quite simple.

A pillow fort built all around Rin.

Having waited until she knew the girl was asleep, she makes her way into the room, dragging a sheet on the floor behind her. On top of the sheet is a myriad of blankets, other sheets, pillows of all sizes and shapes as well as her closed journal.

Once everything's in the room, she begins turning Rin's corner of the clinic into a sure fire thing to cheer almost anyone up.

Three empty beds nearby are soon missing their mattresses, which have been converted into walls of the fort surrounding Rin's bed. The beds themselves are utilized as well. They now lay upturned on their sides, forming a slightly long hallway and entrance to the in progress clubhouse deal.

Next, the room is stripped of chairs sans for one by the clinic door. These are being stacked to the height of about seven feet to hold the sheets for the would be roof. Gotta keep them high up, after all.

Roof and pillars are done. On to the decor! Pillows and blankets of all kinds litter the clinic floor inside the fort. Carpet squares, fuzzy blankets, pillows, even a beanbag chair are present. Anything so the shiny white of the tile isn't visible.

Finally, the finishing touch. Cassandra take Sir Jeffrey Sheldon Asano the first from the nightstand and places him next to Rin's head with a very sloppy note that reads 'Don't spaz.'

Quietly, she makes her way out of the fort with her journal under her arm, and one sigh of relief later, she quietly dictates a few filters.]

( Tim )

( Steph )

[Now, she sits back to wait.]

[OOC: Open post for people coming to visit Rin or just working in the clinic or anything. Just don't damage the fort. Also, Senri approved! :)b]

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[ the stables were a favorite haunt of hers, only because the horses reminded her of traveling back home. in fact, that's where she is right now, watching them eat and idly pace around in their little living space. having eaten, thought thankfully not at the City Royale buffet you're the best, Tyki, she's a bit more lucid than normal.

but she still hasn't had her fill and that annoys her, as people are always trying to thwart her attempts. how would they feel, she wondered, if she took their food away? distractedly, she dictates to her journal ]

She's eating her fill.

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[filtered away from Alucard]

Bored today, Paradisa? Do me a favor! If you come across a vampire called Alucard, try to find some context to call him cute! Other synonyms, such as sweet, endearing, adorable, and delightful are also perfectly acceptable. Twee is also fine if you're feeling somewhat ironic today.

Try to work it into the conversation! Be natural. Poor guy needs some love.

82.0

[encryptedlock]

Now, as we all know, the castle gives you things if you wish for them. Like a can of beer [poof!] or a pad of paper [poof!] or a new shirt [poof!] God that's an ugly color. Anyway, when someone's telling you about this place the first time, they might say it gives you anything.

But is that really true?

That's what we're here to test today. I'm Freelancer York and this is my assistant, Delta.

Hello!

So, does the castle really give you everything you wish for? Let's start off with the basics.

First, you gotta be specific. Let's say I want a pair of boots. Castle! I wish for something to wear on my feet. [Silence.] See, not specific enough. Give me boots! [Thunk, thunk.] Now, for those of you in the audience, these are--Christ--these are knee-high stiletto-heeled leather women's boots. Not something I would wear. Real useful, castle. Now give me a pair of UNSC military-regulation combat boots in my size. [Thunk, thunk.] Much better. See how we did that? Let's test it out with some other common items.

Castle, give me...three lightbulbs. [Clink, clink, clink.] Now it gave me an incandescent, a compact fluorescent, and a blacklight. If you're trying to replace a lightbulb, you wanna get the right one. Now, how about a bow? [Poof!] No, not a ribbon for a present. A bow. [Poof!] No, not a goddamn bow tie! Do I look like a bow tie guy? A bow! [Thunk!] There. Something I can use for archery - which brings me to my next demonstration.

So, I bet a lot of you more violent types have noticed a trend. What happens when you ask for weapons? Not a whole damn lot. For example. Castle, give me a nuclear warhead. [Siiiilence.] A pistol. A grenade. A rocket launcher. [Each of these it met with silence.] What'd it give me out of that list? Nothing. You can't ask for shit that's inherently destructive or that you want to use on other people. So if you're in a bad mood and you want to blow someone's head off, tough shit. Find another way.

The kicker here is that there is another way. If I were to ask for some arrows for this nice bow here, you'd think I can't get 'em. Right? Wrong! As long as I fully intend only to use them for target practice....[poof!] Or what if I ask for some shafts - can't hurt anybody with a shaft. [Poof!] Well, I mean, you could, but it wouldn't work very good. So now I got some shafts...how about some arrowheads? Arrowheads aren't harmful on their own, not unless you're stupid enough to poke your eye out. [Poof.] So now here I got arrowheads and shafts - doesn't take a genius to figure out the next step, kids.

So what are some other things it won't give you? Well, this place seems like it's stuck in the early twenty-first century. So if you ask for a Slipspace drive or teleporter key or even a datapad console? Shit outta luck. Keep your tech simple here. Xbox 360? [Poof!] Good enough.

Here's something most of you probably don't know. You can rearrange your entire room by wishing for it. Try it out. Ask for a circular room instead of a square one. Ask for your own lounge and you'll get it. Hell, I got a kitchenette in my room 'cause I don't trust most of you around the microwave. And making your own food just tastes better. Unless you're a really bad cook.

Oh yeah, another thing? Don't ask for pets. There are a lot of pets already who got left behind when people went home. And if you really want a newborn kitten, that's what the pet shops in town are for! Nobody wants to find a starving puppy, okay? And if you want to help out with the pets that got left behind, go to the Fairyland Animal Center. You can find some really kickass pets from weird worlds there, like dinosaurs and those little monster things. Plus you're supporting the local economy. You know how food's more satisfying when you make it yourself? So's picking out the right kitty or whatever.

And don't even think about asking for a car. If you're lucky, you might get one for your birthday. Maybe. But just asking for something big like that? Forget it. Watch. Hey, castle! Give me a Porsche! Yeah, nothing.

[He claps his gloved hands together.] Now, that about sums it up for today's experiment. I hope you've learned more about the castle around you and, maybe, a little more about yourself. Any questions?

Wheaton College held its first dance 143 years after it opened

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[Crowley is sitting in the Deathmatch, his journal open beside him. As he dictates, he occasionally picks up a bar pretzel, idly throwing it into the air and making it vanish from existence, before repeating the process]

Are you lot really going to start worrying every time you see fog now? Oh no, look out everyone, it’s weather.

I’d better keep an eye out for any rainbows. They might kill us all.

Dictated

[visionofwords.livejournal.com]

[The post is short, sweet, and to the point... as well as somewhat dampening the page due to, well fog, along with a few droplets dotting the page]

No one is allowed to go in the forest. Don't you dare go in, any of you! Stay out.

Or else it will get you and you'll only have yourself to blame!

[ooc: Fo' realz, Aisling will actually be working to keep intruders out (people who are already in the forest are exempt from this, see YUAN) until she feels its safe enough to go back. No one will get hurt, just be prepared for an extra spooky, creepy animal sound filled, extra wet and prickly trip through the woods]

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[shotapope]

S-Sister, are you f-feeling better yet? M-maybe it will take longer....

[The rest was mostly thought he simply spoke aloud.]

I wonder if I sh-should wait for her to be w-well... or if I can g-go without a-asking her....

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[ Minato is in the lobby, after working at the daycare he's back with some string playing dem string games with Pharos. So far they're playing Ayatori/Cat's Cradle, messing around, and finishing their evening off all chill and what not. ]

Just grab the 'x's, then go over and under.

...but where are the 'x's meant to be? It is only string, is it not?

[ ooc: open! you may be double tagged or not lskdajfeo whicheva ]

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[signattack.livejournal.com]

[ shizuo is hanging out in the kitchen. having little to no idea what is up with this castle since he was too busy throwing dirty hobos and alligators around in the swamp before, he also has no idea about losses and things.

which is exactly why he has no problem going to the fridge and getting a nice bottle of milk. except, haha, shizuo can't be the poster child for "got milk?" version japan anymore. as soon as he downs pretty much the whole bottle he stops a minute. ]

...Erk....


[ yeah his body is rejecting that hard. the bottle drops making a huge mess, but he's pushing past whoever and whatever to go...lose it all in the sink yep. He just sort of hangs over it after that, not looking good at all ]


...what the hell....


[ooc: luckily no one over the journals had to witness, but feel free to be around the kitchen 8)]

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[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[This guy is in the game room with his journal open on a pool table. There's the sound of a match being lit and then HOT DAMN he's finally got a cigarette.]

About time... So, how many old guy stalkers that hate smokers are there around here? There'd better be only one or I'm going to have to get the hell out of here fast. Nothing against old people but damn, that guy has issues.

[A pause as he SAVORS the nicotine]

Anyway, who's up for some pool? I got ten buck here that says I can win against any of you.

three grains of sand

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[Alucard]

I thought you might like to know ... there is a resident who is encouraging people to call you 'cute'.

Consider yourself forewarned.

[/filter]

[warning taken care of, Raistlin's sitting in the kitchen, waiting for a pot of tea to come to a boil, and reading over a book he's brought down from the library on .... Pokemon training.

his recently-acquired Murkrow is perched on the top of the chair next to him, holding a granola bar in one foot and picking it apart. most of it is ending up on the floor.]