mission 3

[doll-for-glass.livejournal.com]

[The journal is open next to him picking up his voice, though he isn't talking to it in particular. His words are for Mao as a report to his previous instructions, and an observation he discovered.]

Hei is missing. Cause of bleeding noses found. There is a man who may have more information.

─ sixty

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ there's no sound or anything like that when castiel shows up in uru's room. she jumps after a second, realizing he's there ]

Castiel-san? I wasn't--

E-Eh?

[ she doesn't get much of a chance to react when he suddenly comes crashing on top of her, effectively knocking her to the floor with a loud bang ]

O-Ow...

(no subject)

[cooksforladies.livejournal.com]

[there is silence in the lobby, nothing in the journal... and then a thin layer of ice begins to spread out, covering a few pages...

Souji wasn't sure where he was when he woke up, journal in his lap... looking around bleary-eyed, he could tell that it wasn't his room- wait, was this the lobby? why was he waking up in the lobby?

and why was everything... bigger?]

Hee... hoo....

[...that isn't what he meant to say....

wait, back up, why were his hands....?

was he Jack Frost?]

[loss start]

SOS ☰ I

[dragalong.livejournal.com]

[Just as he opens the clubroom's door, taking one step in, he takes in a whiff of what is supposed to be the hot pot cooking...]

Man, it actually smells. . . like. . .

[Nothing, but it's the sudden surroundings that he's staring in disbelief at. Guess who's found himself in Cair Paradisa's kitchen?

He doesn't say anything though, but he hasn't noticed that he's standing in the middle of the place so he'll try to close the door in front of him except. There is no door.

Residents, feel free to comment on what this guy is currently wearing and what he just stupidly did.]

~1

[i-barnabas.livejournal.com]

[Sometime this evening, Barnabas suddenly finds himself in the lobby of Paradisa. Not an altogether unpleasant room, but most decidedly not the study of Collinwood, which has where he last remembered being. In fact, he was fairly certain that this room was not in Collinwood at all. How did he get here? Where was here? A nearby open journal picks up the sound of shuffling footsteps, as a very confused Barnabas tries to get his bearings. ]

Vicki? Elizabeth? Roger? Julia?

[He sounds confused but perfectly calm and in control. Eventually, he notices the open journal, scoops it up and examines it.]

Curious.

[There is a pause as he notices the journal transcribing his speech. When he speaks again there is a degree of hesitation in his voice; clearly, he finds this incredibly odd, but he’s going with it.]

Hello. I gather that other people can read this? I have just…arrived here, though I have no memory of doing so. I would be more than grateful for any information about where I am and how I came to be here.

[There is another slight pause. How does one end this sort of communication? Well, best to fall back to the basics.]

Cordially,
Barnabas Collins

[OOC: Have a confused vampire wandering around in your lobby! He’ll be waiting for a response in the journal, or for someone to walk by. In the meantime, he’ll just be trying to figure out where on earth he is.]

?40

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Sweets is making his way home from a long day of being shrink-like, flipping through his journal to find out what he missed from the day. He's debating whether or not to reach out to Agent Washington, but he had a feeling that considering what it took for him to talk to Sweets the first time, he decides to pass.

Feel free to bother]

019

[givingchase.livejournal.com]

Hey, whoever put in the door down in the basement... It's a really good door! It's a really, really good door. It's good at keeping out stuff like... fire. And ice. Lots of wind. And um... swords?

...

Well, uh, what I mean to say is... Can we go down there? It's really, really important. Promise. Cross my heart.

[[ooc: cloud and sora tried to break into PP headquarters. they failed.]]

The Big Bad Maze

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

Movies are great and all for some down-time, but I'm ready for an adventure. There's this maze I've been hearing about in the castle and I thought it'd be worth exploring. All these people go out exploring beyond the castle, but has anyone explored in that maze?

Maybe it's just prior experience talking but you never know what you'll find in there. So who's with me?

(no subject)

[bonerforglory.livejournal.com]

[Dictated]

Let me get this straight; we've all been brought to Paradise, where babes and food are plentiful, and wishes virtually unlimited, with no means of escaping? You know, if I weren't so morphine-happy, I'd ask if there was a catch! But I'm not morphine-happy and even if there's a catch, it's totally worth it. CASTLE. [snap] Jacuzzi, please. Try to keep it away from the big screen T.V.

[The sound of a splash as Booster hops in and sits back to relax.] Ahh. That's better. Now I'll introduce myself! You've people have probably heard of me; I go by the superhero name of Booster Gold. But please, no Mr. Gold's or anything formal like that, Booster is just fine. I'm a little busy right now, but I'd be happy to sign autographs later. I'll have my own pen, so just bring me something to sign!!

Ladies. Until then, care to join me? I'll tell you stories of my time as one of the greatest futuristic superheroes that ever lived!

... I feel like I'm missing something.

((ooc: I waited as long as I could Emmy ;_;))

® .080. want some cuteness?

[banished_dame]

Does anyone want a pet? Mean, I've got this Eevee that was born bit after getting back from Los Angeles. She's quite nice.

[the pages of the journal get a bit chewed on]

Bit of a teething problem, but that's fine, yeah?

[scritches behind her ear]

Real cute. Probably, could help some guy get a girl. Mean, prove the responsible bit?

Anyone?

Alright, seems I didn't have to look for too long. If there's another egg though, I'll be handing it off before the thing gets born, I think.

(no subject)

[atigerindeed.livejournal.com]

[Hobbes is stretched out on top of one of the shelves in the library. If you're wandering the stacks, you might notice a long, orange and black striped tail flicking over some books, but that's all you get. Dictated, with a yawn,]

You know what's very pleasant about this place is that it's very easy to get a good nap here, although there's a lot going on. I can sleep seventeen hours a day and barely even notice the time going by. You never had that at home. In fact, there are several things here that are different from home - the vampires, for instance. I hear we have them, but they don't seem to be anything like the vampires from Bloodsucking Ravenous Vampire Cheerleaders From The Seventh Dimension.

Not that I've ever watched that movie.

Also, there's as much tuna here as I could possibly want. You never had that at home. So, I must ask, is there anyone around here who would make a tiger a tuna sandwich?

You Can Only Hide So Long

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[Someone's gone a bit stir crazy. She's pulled, washed, ripped and tugged but nothing seems to add more clothes or take away the green. Not that she minds the green really, but when experimenting it's best to be thorough. So that after 6 days of eating, sleeping and not being dressed in her room? There is just no staying there.

It was feeling too much like the cave. So there's a Lornette on the roof now by the name of Fred. She's under the sky and breathing the air, legs tucked up under her chin and arms wrapped around]

It's really not so bad, I guess.

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

[Backdated to early afternoon, dictated, sounding... crankily smug, more or less.] Hah! I knew it was going to get insanely, miserably hot. So hot... so hot, I'm melting. I'm meeeelting. I'm going to sink into the ground, dissolve into water and minerals and proteins, and water the grass. And proteinate the grass. It's too hot to do anything else.

Meeeeeeelting. Meeelting... Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeltiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing - [WHEEZE]

...

Paradisa does not do anything by halves. It really is just like a big kid. Ken, you and I were entirely correct.

Anyway, you know what? If I'm overheating just me, imagine what all the animals around here must be feeling like. All our poor Pokémon! Tad even likes the head, and he only wants to flop around and do nothing. And speaking of Pokémon, did you know there are still some sneaking around? I am putting food out for an Absol. I will befriend this Absol or die trying, and since no one dies for keeps around here, my eventual success is more or less inevitable. Unless I go home first, I guess.

Anyway! Tad, c'mere, boy. Let's get some more of that coat off of you. I will brush you until you are a sleek and shining fire-tiger-dog!

[there is a very loud, cheerful growl.]

Tad Tad Tad wait - wait wait OOF -

[and then Rin makes more squeaky wheezing noises. guess who just got gently tackled by her. like. 600-pound Arcanine. :| if you come out in front of the castle, you will see them rolling around and Rin trying to brush him. there is a lot more Arcanine fur stuck on Rin's robes than there is in the brush.]

[ooc: there was an unclaimed Absol on the Pokémon page on the wiki, and Rin claimed it! She really is going to tame it too :') mod permission was granted~]

04 ~ Identity Crisis

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

 [Ashura is sitting in his room, the door open, settled in his white chair near his window - well the window across from the door, anyways, he's had another window added along with shelves, and the entire room is filled with plants. But anyways, he's sitting in his chair, scribbling in his journal with a long feathered pen and a lovely blue parrot in his lap. The parrot itself looks somewhere between content and indignant, but mostly content, as Ashura pets it as he writes and speaks it aloud at the same time.]

I find myself in need of some advice. 

On a recent outing I acquired a friend, a lovely blue parrot, and though I do not think we will be with me to long, it seems rude to simply refer to him as 'bird' or 'parrot'. So, he needs a name! But, alas, I'm having some trouble coming up with one.

As already stated, he's blue and he has quite the attitude. If you don't believe me, ask York. Stubborn little fellow, really, and is not above glaring at you and making his displeasure clear. 

So, someone have an idea?

[ooc: Either write back, speak back, or pop into his room which he has turned into a mini-jungle of sorts. Have fun ~]

iii this post brought to you by perfectionism and pokemon

[thatsallofme.livejournal.com]

( ooc cut. Images from the trip. )

...is it always this hot around here? Where's the snow? I liked the snow, I was used to the snow. Suddenly there's sunshine and weird birds everywhere and the dragon-things are gone.

(no subject)

[supes]

Who: Clark +
What: Stuck In An Elevator round 2
When: Wednesday night
Where: Elevator
Rating: PG-13?
Notes: The doors will be magically super-duper-glued shut and sealed, and your journals will poof away to your rooms. Good luck, fools, you aren't getting out until dawn. NO ORDER, just keep it in one comment chain for the main event. Just refresh before you comment in case someone beat you to it. Aaaaand if you wanna start other threads for later when the initial "OMG WAT" is over... that's cool too 8)

( Ba da da da da da... da da da... da da da... )

Twelfth Shot

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

[Sister is lying on the floor of the lobby, her open journal clutched to her chest. In fact she's still in the same place Moonbay deposited her not long ago. The journal gets to record a trippy experience. Lucky journal]

Maaaaan. You know what's fucking awesome?

Porcupines. I wonder how they screw, it'd be really difficult with the spikes and everything. Fuuuuuck do I know about spikes. They kill everyone's fun ever. And you know, you never get...

OH HEY LOOK A PERSON, HI PERSON!

Anyway, you know what's good shit, Person? Stuff in the woods. I should make woodland stew more often.

[A long pause, the sort where you might think she could have died]

You know what else is fucking awesome? Piñatas. I like saying it. Pin-ya-taaas.

Maaaaan, I think I can hear the sound of the universe flossing.