दस - 10 - Fears

[drugged-chai.livejournal.com]

[This spate of kidnappings reminds him a little of the snatches back in LA. He frowns in worry and pulls the journal over opening it up and flicking through the pages.]


( Molly )

( Peter )

Tri Deg Un - Volunteers

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

( Jay and Kay )

SOS ☰ III

[dragalong.livejournal.com]

(  nagato;  )

the thirty-fourth;

[variare.livejournal.com]

( Allen )

( Morgana )

( Chie )

( Raine )

So I guess I have the go ahead to shoot any idiots who make a heroic run for it in the foot. Reno's on a break.

Too bad a certain idiot snuck out before already. We're supposed to be working in teams right now. Free will's great and all, but I think it's been proven more than enough times by now that people who run off on their own just get their ass in trouble and stress the rest of us out.

That aside, has anyone got any news on the monster that showed up in Insolitus? Someone would have mentioned seeing it leave the castle, since there's always someone in the lobby, so it must still be in here somewhere. If anyone wasn't here last year when those things were here, just know that it will chew you up and spit you out if it finds you. With that lurking around and the kidnappings a constant threat, I hope everyone's sticking close together.

If not, you're either suicidal or an idiot.


[ ooc; BACKDATED to earlier. And he actually is sitting in the lobby, with a little white long-haired chihuahua sleeping on the couch next to him. Feel free to bug in person or over the journal~! ]

Fifty.

[asangelsfly.livejournal.com]

[ sounds of shifting as someone wakes up, groaning as he hold his head. the room is spinning a little so it takes him a moment to get his bearings ]

Where... [ blink blink ] The Infirmary?

[ oh he remembers, he was going to visit Uru and then... a frown and mister angel pants looks for his journal, which is sitting beside him and picks it up ]

How long have I been asleep?


(ooc; internet is back to awesome speeds )

☆ 001.

[call-it-ahunch.livejournal.com]

[There is an unhappy precog in the castle. Well, unhappy and frazzled, but she would never admit that to anyone. Her deep, throaty voice is at a certain painfully high pitch that most women's voices can achieve when in a delicate state of hysteria.]

Gods of Naltor! Where am I?!

[A special state of hysteria, considering that she can't remember a thing about how exactly she got here. And for a Naltorian, that's pretty damn frustrating, not that it wouldn't be for any other individual, but in Nura's confused state, all she cares about is the 'What' and the 'Why' and possibly the 'Who'.]

I swear, if the boys are playing another joke...

{ trauma thirty }

[a-morris-md.livejournal.com]

[a journal falls open on a panicked, high-pitch shout]

--What the hell is--hey, get off--

[and then a wordless yell of terror cut off by a weird kind of rushing metallic noise]


[ooc: Morris just got yanked by Riful! If your character is in one of the search parties, they should notice the same metallic sound right before a shape whizzes by overhead, disappearing towards the South--heroes, you now have a direction to travel in! It's not a 100% indicator, but expect some posts to be up today that will reveal Riful's location.]

Dreaming about Plot

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

Who: Crowley, with special guest eavesdropper Percy Jackson
What: PLOT
Where: In the super-secret place
When: Backlogged to last night~
Warning: IDEK
(other kidnappees PM me if you want to tag in with something)

It sucked being a demigod sometimes. This was one of those times. Percy pretty much figured he was going to have another dream, since that tended to happen when weird or bad stuff was going on.

So he wasn't surprised at all when his dream self found itself in that same strange, dark and creepy place he was in before. So... what this time? More mysterious people in sunglasses? He was bored just thinking about it.

❀ eight unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

[you're about to catch two things... one? Harmony singing to herself in the bathroom while she brushes her fangs, two? her knocking the journal open and into the toilet... she doesn't USE the toilet, so it's totally clean water]

- hard for the money! Dun-nuh-nuh-- [a pause as she watches it hit the side and she's hoping it'll fall OUTside the bowl] -- noooo!!

[sploooosh!!! water, water, everywhere!!]

Noo!!! Oh, no, no, nooooh-uh!! [huffy pouting]

I cannot believe I did that! I'm already late!

[shaking the journal, flicking water all over herself and the bathroom and grabbing the hair dryer and starting to dry it off... talk LOUD if you want her to hear you over the sound]

(no subject)

[madetobe.livejournal.com]

( Sprout )

one : arrival

[ad-woman.livejournal.com]

[Peggy has been wandering about the castle for almost an hour, trying rather hard not to look as lost as she obviously is. She's clad in a baggy nightgown, which she is continually picking at the hem of.]

Does anyone -

[Peggy stops, and stammers.]

Where -

[Peggy stops again, and straightens her back, fighting back her own fears.]

Is someone in charge here?

[ooc: hello everyone! first timer here! :)]

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

( Private; )

(no subject)

[fordreams.livejournal.com]

( Private; )



[Is sitting out on some steps by the front castle entrance, enjoying the day while leafing through his journal, gathering together any interesting scraps of information from the past few days. Eventually dictated, more of a musing really:] Here's to hoping they'll be found or returned safe and well.

[That said, he's back to sunbathing. It's early, and the parrots are noisy and annoying, but that's something he can overlook. You can never have too much of a good thing, after all, and far be it from him to waste a perfectly good opportunity to soak up some rays.]

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

It feels like I'm watching a rerun of a bad television show! It's always the same thing here. A villain, people held hostage or killed, and the big rally for action! But what happens?

Nothing.

Why? Because nothing matters here. You die? It doesn't matter. You kill? That doesn't matter, either! You can't even do anything about the bad guys. Whatever happened to that Jokester guy? Did he go home? Is that a victory?

It'd be interesting to see something change. Maybe whoever is doing this will kill everyone that's missing. Maybe everyone will be too late, and there won't even be a confrontation with the villain of the month.

It doesn't really change the outcome. Two weeks later, "victory" or "failure," it'll be like this all never happened!

❧ oo3.

[olilium.livejournal.com]

 

[A double page spread of hearts and the occasional sound of ripping paper. Everyone's so worried and unhappy, and it's putting her on edge, and she just wants to make it all better...

So she's drawing hearts in the journal, lots and lots of hearts, with crayons, like Elektra showed her. They're not neat, and they might not be too pretty, but the red-headed teen is doing her very best, scribbling away frantically in the lobby. This will reach everyone, right? This will make them all smile?

Anyone walking through the lobby today looking even remotely forlorn will find themselves bombarded by a flailing young woman, and soon enough one of these will make it's way into their hand. Be happy, alright, castle people?]

002.

[dead-ladykiller.livejournal.com]

[  The handwriting is heavily decorated and may be hard to read for those not familiar with cursive. ]

As far as I understand, the castle is able to provide things it's asked for. I'm curious about blood particularly (vampires, I gather, do not get it from bitting people).

Also, woman from the other day: If you feel the need to talk about me to others, you should try talking to me first.

Are you seriously kidding me?

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

( Search teams/People worried about Kidnappees )

022

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

[Tex is more than a little miffed to wake up and find herself wet. She's even more miffed to find out why she's wet. Instead of York's room, she's in the duck pond. And she's definitely not in her normal body. No, instead she gets to be a fish.

At least she's a fish with big teeth.

Trying to get a feel for the whole shark thing leads to less than stellar results. Swimming-or more accurately, wriggling around like an idiot to keep the water moving past her gills-keeps making her smack her snout into the pond's walls, but she keeps at it. Maybe if she keeps at this long enough, she'll wear a trench down. The pond, unfortunately, is a little lacking by great white standards.

There's not a whole lot else to do, besides hope nobody shows up to point and laugh. And wonder if maybe they'll bring fish.]

(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[filtered from Riful and Priscilla]

Riful of the West. Kidnapper, monster, and eater of insides. Not a very good combination, in my books. I was warned that she's intelligent and extremely dangerous, even if she looks like a child on the outside. So don't let your guard down if you see a little girl who may or may not be all that innocent.

...From what I can tell, she was looking for somewhere spacious and near the dead zone. She said she's already found somewhere like this before. We already know it's to the south.

Narrow it down, guys. I'll keep looking for clues.

And the first person to say I'm violating her privacy? Gets shot. I'm not promising just a foot, either.


[after it's mentioned, Tony goes through and highlights this entry with a yellow highlighter.... then, once her location in more or less pinpointed, this part gets highlighted as well]

001;

[thewickedwoman.livejournal.com]

[Angelique is wandering aimlessly about the castle, completely overwhelmed - even though she's not going to show it. In fact, she seems completely sure of herself, walking in one direction as though she's on a mission. She stops, huffs, and clears her throat.]

Nicholas?!

[...Or not. When he doesn't answer, she starts to get slightly more panicked and even more testy.]

Is anyone here...?