16th It's not kidnapping really

[jushinkan.livejournal.com]

[So. Xellos has a daughter now.

And one can hear her babbling happily over the journal about just near anything. Doesn't seem like her new daddy is too bothered by it, even with gems of lines such as-]

So when am I going back to mommy?

You know, I don't really know!

Is it gonna be soon?

Maybe!

Where are we going?

Oh anywhere I guess.

[... Yup. If anyone needs him, he's bopping around downtown with a little girl on his shoulders, the journal wide open and resting on his head as she flips through it]

When are we gonna get something to eat?

I'm looking, I'm looking~

[Off collecting babbys brb]

(no subject)

[huntersdaughter]

Who: Jo Harvelle, Sam Winchester and Hannah
What: Jo and Sam wait for Hannah to leave.
When: Saturday night from 11pm until sometime Sunday morning after the kids have left.
Where: Jo's apartment.
Rating: The warning is that there is a lot of angst and sadness.


( Where does she go, when she's not here anymore... )

// twelfth //

[purely-sin.livejournal.com]

[Voice! And backdated to Saturday afternoon askdfalsd]

Is this better?

[The young, almost cooing voice of the baby girl seems to be very contrasting to the "father's" awkward soft tone.] Mmm! It's pretty!

I suppose it's something like that. Here you may run as you like, in any case.

Thank you, Daddy...

..... Hnn.

[Then, a pause, and the young girl's laughter.] Ah-

Together! Let's run together, okay Daddy?

I don't-- It's... fine, like this, if I just watch, isn't it?

Uun. Because... Daddy should have fun too.

........................ [Softly, almost... defeatedly] I suppose no matter what I say, it won't change your mind will it?

(no subject)

[not_myfirstday]

Who: Elle, Sylar and Baby Noah
What: Baths and Vanishing Acts
When: Saturday 11pm into Sunday after Noah disappears.
Where: Elle & Sylar's Room
Rating: PG


( Fingerpaints and baths into Just Gone )

(no subject)

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Who: Jilly & Captain Hammer
What: Saying goodbye and starting over
When: A little before midnight
Where: Hammer's room
Rating: PG

( I'll Sing You a Goodbye Song )

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[letsbe_clear]

[in true Cordelia fashion, she doesn't look at doors when she opens them, so after Doyle hasn't been seen around for a while, she's making her way over to his room and pushing open the door ... ]

Look, if you wanted to get around being a hermit and having no friends this isn't the way to ...

[and stops dead when she sees that the room is completely empty. oh, no. not again]

... do it.

[a beat]

Doyle?

[another beat as she goes around to the front of the door to look at the nameplate, and then sighs heavily]

Of course. Go figure he'd leave without saying goodbye. Again.

( [Harmony & Fred] )

☙o1

[lieutenantpeach.livejournal.com]

[In the library Momo wanders, her fingers tracing over the spines of books while she walked by the shelves.]

This is place. . .

[She stops a stares at one novel for a moment, but moves on.]

< 06

[ganbarugun.livejournal.com]

( [chihaya?] )

[then ganta, completely unaffected by the mother's day events, is wandering around the castle, kind of lingering near the gym. he's carrying his journal with him and dictates to it:]

Would anyone be willing to let me train with them? I know other people asked before, but with my loss... I definitely want to become stronger. [ and now that all the babbies are gone, it seems okay to ask ]

Powers or none, it doesn't matter. [...] Oh, but if you have a weapon I should warn you that mine is pretty weird.

(no subject)

[iamdamnloyal]

Who: Harmony & Lindsey
What: Waking up to find Brody gone.
When: Sunday morning.
Where: Harmony's room.
Rating: PG


( The morning after. )

(no subject)

[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

[Written in large letters in his normal handwriting but slightly nicer - sorry Reno is too lazy/uncreative to make a pretty flier]

THE DEATH MATCH IS HIRING!

So bored that you'll agree to a career in food and beverage service? Stupidly agreed to help out a person in debt and now are looking for work? Always had a weird dream to be a bouncer or bartender but fear karaoke machines? Like booze and the occasional fight? Just want a job where you don't have to leave the castle?

If you answer yes or "HELL YES" to any of these, we might be the place for you! The pay is complete crap, but you get free booze and snacks and lets face it - you can ask the castle for shit anyway! No previous skills required either, cause fuck none of us had any starting out!

If interested, contact Shayera or Reno or Law (but only if the castle is at sea) over the journal or just stop by the Death Match on the second floor of the castle! We're looking for bartenders, bouncers, dishwashers, waiters/waitresses - really whatever the hell you got to offer that could be used in a bar.

[then switches to dictated once he finishes]

Oh, and Dante you're already hired.

006

[saikyou-saiaku.livejournal.com]

[the journal picks up sounds of Wii bowling, namely a gutter ball. Shizuru and Sakaki are in the game room, hanging out with Emiko, their daughter]

[happy sounds as she looks at her audience]

[as encouragingly as she can manage with her usual quiet voice] Good job! You're very good at this.

[pats Emiko on the head] How many was that?

Three of them!

[Sakaki smiles] I think you're going to beat me.

[her face lights up even more brightly, not because she knows what's going on, but because that sounds SO AWESOME] Yay!

[ooc: black→Sakaki, blue→Shizuru, pink→Emiko. Pretend this was earlier ;;;]

※ eight [dictated]

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

( Shiro )



( Oliver )




[You can hear someone exhaling slowly before a loud crash can be heard. It is followed by another and another. Someone found a way to cope with loss without people ending up dead.]

003: the code adam job

[ablack-king.livejournal.com]

[for as distant as Nathan seemed around his and Sophie's kid -- and with damn good reason -- he sort of, well ... his morning routine while Victor was around was to get up ridiculously early and go lean in the door to the kids' room and watch them. creepy, maybe, but as much as he wants nothing to do with the kid, another part of him is trying to work up the nerve to actually be a decent parent again, and he figures if he stands around watching Victor sleep, maybe that will help. maybe he'll be able to get over the fact that he looks SO much like his real son. maybe he'll be able to convince himself that what happened back home won't happen to Victor]

[so, that in mind, he's up at some insane hour to check on the kidlets. only problem? the kids are gone. now, normally, Nate wouldn't be worried -- one of them has Parker's genes, after all -- but the room they were staying in is completely empty too, and he's starting to work out how this place works. things don't usually stick around for more than a week, and -- ]

[hissed, and recorded by a journal that just happens to be open somewhere:] Damn it!

[there's a pause and then the sound of his fist hitting the nearest wall. bad plan] Ow! OW! [yeah, this place sucks]

082;

[firsttsurugi.livejournal.com]

( private )

⇒ 025

[fastest.livejournal.com]

( Mai AKA Private )

( Li )

[ ugh someone is kind of wandering around the garden looking like a lost puppy, pushing buttons on a cell phone and not watching where he's going. where are all his bitches and hos at? clearly you should bug him or let him bug you ♥ ]

(no subject)

[lessthanstelar.livejournal.com]

[Dated to... the morning the kids left or something askdjsklfse.

With his 'daughter' gone and his mind brimming with memories, Subaru is trying to find something to keep his mind off it all.

Anyone who's normally up at the crack of dawn will find him in the courtyard, quietly and determinedly going through exercises with the blade Luke had given him back when they trained together.]

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

( Private; )

[after the kids have cleared out;]

You know, I could see people taking some really mean lessons from this place if they were inclined to think that way. It's so easy to get along here that most of us forget, right? But then it pulls stuff like that, and even if you know what's coming - you know that whatever thing it got you to care about is really just going to be taken away, at the end of a week, two at best, usually. And yet we still fall into that, feeling that attachment, even though we know it'll just bring pain. So what's up with that?

Summer is coming up... really close now. You know, it kind of reminds me of home. By which I mean, last year it was hot, and it's hot at home too. Hot and humid and everyone's tempers get short. You don't want to do anything but lie around in the shade and pray that a breeze starts sometime, somewhere, and eventually gets to you. People go kinda crazy sometimes, I think. It's like having just months of hot days piled on top of each other is the straw that breaks their backs, and then they get nuts. Here's something that I hope doesn't happen in Paradisa. Of course, if it did, would we even be able to tell the difference? Sometimes I really wonder.

It would be nice if Paradisa would change up the weather within a month sometimes. A rainy day here and there, you know? Rather than a month of this, a month of that, until you're kind of sick of whatever's happening. Of course, at least we HAVE weather now, so maybe we're working up to variety.

When August starts, I'll have been here two years. I don't know what to think about that. Except sometimes, the longer you're here, the longer you seem likely to say.

I've been thinking about boats lately. Wouldn't it be nice to kind of spread beyond the castle? It's like our world is getting wider, but it's getting deeper too. There's more to explore. There's tons of stuff I want to figure out. Like right now, how powerful the castle really is, and where that power goes. I mean, something kind of weird: when we get outside into the Dead Zone, it seems like we leave the zone of the castle's power too. You can even feel it calling you back, out there. But, somehow, the journals still work. Are they something intrinsic to this world, something beyond or older than the castle, in that case? Or are they the only obvious connection the castle can still keep going? Like a skeleton crew. I mean, we don't get our permanent losses back when we leave the zone of the castle's power too... [...] I'm not sure how that's relevant. It's just a thought.

Blah blah, if you're bored or something and you like building, talk to me about the outpost project.

[...]

( Raine Sage, Clark Kent, Moonbay )

( Yoshiya Kiryu )

Entrée de Journal Trente Deux: Is it a Bird? Is it a Plane? No it's Scorpius!

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

[There's something flying above the heads of the people in the lobby. Dressed in tiny quidditch robes, a giggling little boy is being levitated and flown about their heads. His father stood on the ground controlling him with his wand.

There are times when an eighteen year old only boy should probably not be left unattended with a child...this is one of them. ]

(OOC: Backdated to Friday - cos this was meant to be up earlier and open:))

Searching for Stuff to Do

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

Sorry about your kids, guys, but really... this is not the ideal environment to raise a child. What with the weird changes and the occassional deadly animals and the exploding things... Which is fine for me since I have to live with it at home anyway, but not so great for toddlers.

So now that those kids are gone, what's there for us kids that didn't disappear to do? The game room is a little too much like the Lotus Casino for my taste, and there are only so many times I can practice with my sword. Still think Capture the Flag would be fun, or chariot races! They would fill the "potentially harmful" quota.

(no subject)

[billiardsplz.livejournal.com]

[because he can't be assed to write, he'll just announce it loudly and hope everyone understands]

ATTENTION PARADISA!

As half of you may be aware, there are Pokemon in the castle. And since all our kids just left us and we're in the midst of spring, let me tell you a little something about them.

You see, like people, Pokemon can like each other. And if they like each other enough and are in a similar grouping, they can make...

[he pauses dramatically]

Eggs! Don't ask how, even the leading professors in the field can't figure that one out. All you need to know is that if they're left alone for a while, an egg will be there the next day.

So you got an egg. What next? Well, you can't just leave it alone in a warm spot. That ain't going to cut it. Nope, you gotta carry it around, run around with it for a little bit. Why? It's hard to explain, but it's kinda like a trial period, you know. Try out a product for thirty days blah blah blah... It's like they're really conscious down under their shell and you gotta show them the world around so it can be ready to hatch. But be careful! They take in their surroundings pretty well. [because he has a gambling Togepi back home]

Questions? Ask me, Gold!

The wall of New Jerusalem is measured in 144 cubits

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[The journal picks up a rustle of sheets and a yawn as Crowley wakes up from his week long sleep. He pauses as he notices his room is not as he left it, but as he’s found himself surrounded by trees or whole new buildings that weren’t there before from much longer ‘naps’, he’s not entirely phased by it.

So he’ll just groan and lean over the bed to pick up the journal, flicking through it in an attempt to find out how long he was out for and if anyone is dead that he should know about]

Oh my baby did something cute, now it’s doing something bad, why do we have babies, oh no the babies are gone, cry, bitch, whine. Wow. Looks like I missed a thrilling week of non-stop fun. Woe is me.

84.0

[encryptedlock]

( Room 1510 Filter )

37 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

[In the scuffle, the journal falls open to a first class temper tantrum. There's a lot of rage filled wordless shouting and anything and everything within his room that can be broken appears to be well on it's way toward it. His desk, his chairs, his table, the bed are all in shambles or close. His books have pages torn out of them or are in the process of being burnt, and he knocks his weapons rack to the floor for good measure.

It's stupid, but for some reason...He'd been holding out some vain hope that...Maybe this time they'd stick around. Or perhaps, he'd get more time. And he wonders what would have happened if he'd had more courage to take him into the Dead Zone before midnight, away from the castle's pull. Would he have died? Stayed? And there's guilt for doing nothing but making him as comfortable and secure in the knowledge that he's loved, as he could possibly manage.

A piece of a broken chair is sent sailing through his window, and tired out, he'll drop down to the floor to lean back against the bed, breathing hard and still pissed beyond imagine. Approach with caution]

[ooc: backdated to sometime this afternoon]

That night

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

Who: Faye, Wisely, and Baby makes three
What: Spending quality time with the family
When: Final night of the babies
Where: The love nest
Rating: PG13, because Wisely is a pervy barnacle


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♙ twenty-first.

[dormoused.livejournal.com]

( miss morgana )

blog fifty-eight

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[Faye]

So, uh, I haven't heard from Felix. And I think you and I had a deal. You wanna meet me up at the Nines?

Host King's Third Court

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

[Tamaki has been resident for too long now, remiss in his duties as the only host present... it was time to remedy that fact.

So! When all you lovely ladies get up this morning, there is a stunning red rose waiting for you outside your door. If your nameplate was ambiguous enough to be male or female... there's one for you as well!

He's been wriggling to himself in the lobby since distributing them, eyes shimmering as he imagines the joy on the faces of each beautiful maiden that morning~]

Beautiful Himes of this castle... I regret I have not intoduced myself before, but I pray you will allow me to make amends with the simple gesture of a rose.

A flower renowned for its beauty, and yet... the ephemeral nature of the velvet petals could never compare to the blushing beauty of every lovely girl here.

Won't you grace my day with your company?