Seven cups of tea - a bad batch

[call-me-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Hatter goes through enough tea through the day that, even though he did see the signs and got himself fresh tea from the ghosts, he still managed to get dosed.

( Nightmare )

NO.

[that's shouted outloud as he jolts awake, and then there's a moment of silence save for his breathing before he grabs the half-full teacup off his bedside table and flings it across his room, where it shatters against the wall.]

[ooc: poem stanza taken from "The Walrus and the Carpenter" by Lewis Carroll and fiddled with shamelessly.]

eight08

[fauconnerie.livejournal.com]

Hey, this wasn't where I. . .

[ long pause.

then a loud noise. like a mix between an animal howl and a dinosaur roar. ]

-- I didn't do this! This wasn't --

Oh no, no, no, no. This can't be happening. . .

[ people who pass through the library will see this seven-foot tall creature kinda. freaking the fuck out. with his face buried in his. er. claws and wandering. also early morning-ish. ]

(ooc. loss start!)

CL.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[someone left the journal open to the sound of... a door being kicked in? heavy footsteps from Dante, followed by quicker ones from Zelman. he sounds irritated, while Dante sounds flippant as usual.]

I didn't say you could stay.

And I don't give a shit.

You can't just--

Watch me.

[the skid and thud of Dante suddenly being thrown into a wall. an equally painful sound of Dante taking a swing at Zelman, all of which escalates to the noise you would pretty much expect out of a fistfight. eventually, after having rolled around on the floor for a while, they stop. they must be very close, with the way Zelman is hissing at him, almost too quiet to properly hear what he's saying.]

You think that just because you showed up again, I'll let you get away with this?

[a growl, the sickening crunch of bone.]

You are not welcome in this house, and I will not allow such insolence, especially from the likes of you--

[but he's interrupted by this hideous screech from the doorway, a sound that could only belong to one person... Asuka.]

I knew it! [sounding almost overdramatically appalled] I knew there was something going on between you two!! Ugh, PERVERTS!!

[quick footsteps running off in the other direction.]

...

...

[until Zelman finally speaks up, sounding a little surprised.]

...Well, I was thinking about smearing the floor with your intestines, but that kind of killed it.


[[OOC: Dante, Zelman, and Asuka. This joke has been a long time coming. :|a]]

Duel 027;

[parasited.livejournal.com]

[written/dictated hastily, in rushed scrawl and in a hushed but urgent whisper]

Someone?? Anyone...! There's a monster in the library!

I don't know if it's the one that was in Insolitus a little while ago, it hasn't noticed me yet but--

[and then that gets cut off by an animal howl/dinosaur roar, followed by a yelp of surprise...and then a gasp. o crap he made noise]


[[ooc; asjkfak LMAO SORRY TOBIAS. Limey needs a prince :')]]

⇐ 19

[pwnspatrickjane.livejournal.com]

[It's been a rough week for the fair residents of Paradisa. Shawn recognizes this. He also recognizes that nightmares =/= love. And Shawn is all about spreading the love. So! He is now sitting down in the lobby on one of the chairs with a large posterboard sign next to him that says:]


FREE HUGS


[he's also copied it down into the journal as well with a notation that he's in the lobby. He's got a comic book and is flipping through it while he waits, but otherwise -- let's hug it out.]


[Open open open]

✏ 004;

[concretejungles]

[So Kida woke up last night... small. Small, sparkly, and sporting wings, a wand, and an overwhelming NEED to take someone's tooth and leave them a quarter, actually. ...So he did. Now he's feeling pretty guilty about it, and has settled on the arm of a chair in the lobby to lament jinxing himself earlier this week. This is definitely embarrassing.]


[ooc: loss start. Also, this is an open post for anyone at all.]

(no subject)

[thequeenconsort.livejournal.com]

[ Lancelot shows up, but her loss is Arthur. the former tells her the reason he left and while she didn't like the answer, as she can't remember Arthur in the first place, he was nothing but honest with her. moreover, his room is on her floor, only a short distance away. all in all? she is one confused woman right now. if she knew what ice cream was, she would be indulging in a pint or two of it right now.

instead she is seated in the courtyard with a long-forgotten dress that she was hemming draped across her lap. also, there are some lovely flowers nearby that she bought in the city for Morgana. now stop breaking vases with your mind, girl feel free to come across a very distracted lady? ]

[ooc; Open.]

04 Smiles Missing Teeth

[daddyslilhero.livejournal.com]

[Someone must have left her journal open, because she doesn't seem to be talking directly to it.]

Daddy, Daddy! I lost a teeth! Onea my teeths is gone!

[There's a surprised gasp.]

An' there's a quarter under my pillow too!

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

( Exorcists (excluding Alma and Yuu just in case) )

( Batman )

[Since he's been feeling mostly better and honestly he's always been one to skip out on resting when he has something on his mind, Allen has taken to wandering around the castle. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going while he lost it until he found himself on a floor that...he knew that Road resided on.]

Ah-

[a pause as he was going to look around in a worried way when he notices..the empty door, and relaxes; dictated]

...Oh. It looks like Road is gone again. That's one good thing, at least.

♐ thirtieth shot

[yeahihidmypants]

[So, he's checked in the kitchen and his notes are gone... which who knows how long they were actually up, but either way he's just glad he didn't cause a panic, especially since, he's realizing how one-sided his surveys were]

[Anyone That's Eaten Kitchen Food in the past 48 Hours]

My name's Oliver Queen... [sighs] The one that's not married, [or has facial hair... another sigh] anyway, I've been trying to figure out what could be causing the nightmares people have been having. The only thing that people seem to have in common was they've eaten food and drank water.

It's not much to go on. A few people mentioned specifically they had gotten their food from the kitchen, one even mentioned that usually they don't eat from the kitchen. I thought, maybe, it was the food from the kitchen since it's the most exposed and vulnerable to being messed with by someone with bad intentions. Ino had made a journal entry, about how trusting we all are, which just added to me thinking the timing of it was too close for a coincidence.

My questions the other day, though, they just focused on those with the dreams and maybe there are people that have eaten the food and are fine.

I'm just trying to help, I've got friends that have been subjected to this -- so if you have time, I'd appreciate you answering a few questions.


Questions
When was the last time you ate food from the kitchen?
Have you slept between the time you ate and now?
Did you have any bad dreams/nightmares?
If you have slept, have you eaten food from the kitchen again?


Again, thanks.
---

( Faith )

(no subject)

[true-superboy.livejournal.com]

...A mouse just stole my taco.

[Yes. He is aware of how silly that sounds. But it happened.]

─ sixty-seven

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( nightmare )

[ she bolts up from her bed and tries to throw the covers off of herself, struggling to get away from them for some reason ]

NOOOOOO! DON'T EAT ME! I WOULDN'T TASTE GOOD ANYWAY!

+61

[imnot_likeyou]

Who: Sam Winchester and Bobby Singer
What: Having a beer after the canon bumps and everything else.
When: Sunday night.
Where: Bobby's room.
Rating: PG-13

( In which Sam and Bobby have a beer. )

O-N-E

[admiralcrazyass.livejournal.com]

[There's the sound of someone rolling in bed, then rolling OUT of bed with a thud.]
Ow!

[After that, a moment of silence, as he realises he's not at home and his sword is nowhere to be found. There's a grumble, then the sound of him searching through the room in a growing rage, until he finds the journal. That's a curious moment, and he stops to read a bit, anger still burning bright. Finally, he finds a pen.]

This is completely unacceptable! Send me home now.

(no subject)

[artistsburden.livejournal.com]

Such craftsmanship. I've seen nothing like it since--

[Cohen trails off into silence; after a few moments there's the sound of paper tearing. A small area of the page has been torn out, at the bottom.]

Better than those filthy old radios, I suppose. Now, music, that's one thing. It lifts the spirits, gladdens the heart, quickens the pulse! Music is life, and a life without music would be poor indeed. The chatter of uncivilised boors, however... that I can do without.

But this! The chance to write, to pour oneself into words and spill onto the page - this is a rare piece of technology indeed. Priceless. Art.

[A soft "hmm..." and then the clearing of a throat.] But I suppose I ought to introduce myself. Forgive me my lack of manners; it's been a while since... well, since I had an - audience.

I am Sander Cohen, and if you would all be so kind as to tell me your names as well, I would be most obliged.

XXVI

[shotapope]

Has a-anyone seen Brother P-Petros? I've been t-trying to find him all d-day....

|| { 86: posato } ||

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

Stop eating cheese.
Don't clip your toenails before bed.
Invest in a horseshoe.
If it's an alp, invite it to a breakfast coffee before you go to sleep.
Ask Baku to dine on it in the morning.
Keep a black handled knife under your pillow.
Don't sleep on your back.
Turn your shoes upside down and towards your head when you take them off for the night.
Don't let moonlight fall on your face.


... Hmm~. And if all else fails, I've heard that Red Bull does wonders for your average somniphobe.

† 23rd downfall

[milanobutterfly.livejournal.com]

( Room 808 filter )



148 people is the cognitive limit of stable relationships you can have

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Whoever owns the rodents in the lobby needs to keep them in their own room. I’m sure they don’t want anything unpleasant to happen to them. I mean, any manner of horrible fate could befall them in the lobby as they run on their little hamster feet, little hamster noses twitching away, sssssscurrying around.

...

I wonder if the pet shop does take-out?