[393]

[ino]

( Julian )

[After scribbling that down, she's setting the pen down on the table next to the journal and turning to blow on some tea to cool it down. She's sitting down in the kitchen in pajamas. She's by herself, a cup of tea in hand and she's just kind of keeping an eye on the journal, if you'd like to poke her/ask her why she's up late~]

♙ twenty-second.

[dormoused.livejournal.com]

[ 13th floor ]
[ vincent was on his way to stalk check up on gilbert as per usual when he immediately notices that the nameplate is gone ]

...

[ thinking gil just moved without telling him (again), he quickly opens the door. it's entirely empty, to which vince gives a series of small, quiet laughs ]

Gil.... Gilbert, that's not funny.

[ more laughing as he's going around dropping things onto the floor and making a downright mess. normally he'd be all over dealing with gil's leftover PETS in the room too but he's luckily too distracted. starly is freaking out right along with him. ]

No, brother, no... you haven't ever left me. You're not capable of leaving me! [ CRASH. a vase just smacked into the wall ]

Right... it's this place, right? Hehe..hehehe! It took you from me just like the Abyss! That doesn't mean that I won't find you again, brother! I'll find you and....hehehehe.....[ because he does have a heart buried deep, deep, deep, deep, deep in that subconscious somewhere, he slinks to his knees, very much like an abandoned child and not a supposed 123 year old ] We'll be together again right, Gil? Since you belong to me only.


[ he wouldn't remember a single bad thing that Vincent did or said while he was here in Paradisa. It was perfect right? Right.... ]



[ ooc: Gilbert goodbyeeee ;3; Vincent is way too smart to let this record in his journal. He will continue, after a moment of collecting his thoughts and laughing it all out, to utterly trash what was Gil's room though, and is not by any means trying to be quiet with what he's doing. ]

(no subject)

[letssingaduet.livejournal.com]

[A slight stirring, a shifting of heavy blankets as someone pushes themselves upright in bed. A small disgruntled noise as they wipe the sleep from their eyes. Everything falls quiet then, just the gentle rhythm of breathing...

And then the tears start. Loud and panicked, breaths shifting from smooth to hitching to ragged. Some poor child somewhere must have just woken from a horrible nightmare. Anyone care to comfort her?] A-

A-Anshel... Anshel?!

[Diva just got canon-bumped, sob. Stupid theiving bridegroom stealers >(]

blog sixty - forward-dated to morning

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[Barney's seated at his usual front window seat at the WildKat, with a pad of yellow legal paper, a very large iced mocha latte, and a pen. as he's tapping one end of it against the pad, he'll start thinking aloud into the journal nearby]

Geez, I haven't had a chance to sit down with this thing in forever. Guess that's what I get for covering fifty billion opening shifts. ... So, Travis is back. Dunno if he's gonna take up the DM again, but either way, I gotta step things up. And it's really hard to step things up if I don't have any freaking staff. Hopefully, people start replying to the flyers I've had up around town for ... well, ever. Note to self: ask Lily if she wants a job.

Another auction, too ... I don't think I'll sign up for this one. It'd remind me too much of the last one. [he scribbles that out very heavily, once he realizes the journal's picked it up]

And on top of all that, I really, really know what my loss is, now. Funny how it didn't bug me when I only had some of an idea, and I was on the right track. Now that I know I was dead on ...

[he slams a hand down against the table]

Okay, that does it. Listen to yourself, Barnacle. No, you know what? Don't listen. Because you sound STUPID.

AWESOMENESS COMMITTEE! Sound off! I need to know how many of you guys are still out there, because we're planning something, and we're planning it NOW!

007;

[nishimono.livejournal.com]

( Mansion Filter )

Taking Back Sunday always features the number 152 on their LP covers

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

( Aziraphale )

the forty-first

[variare.livejournal.com]

[ GUESS WHO'S BACK? mmmmyais. someone is totally collapsing on a nearby couch in the lobby, and he's kinda dirty so that couch is gonna need to be washed after. but the crossbow resting next to his bag is immaculately polished, at least ]

Sweet civilization! I didn't think I'd miss it this much.

[ talking to yourself is completely normal when you're a shonen, go away. ...or don't, and bother him. :D totally open post! ]

Step 11: The Role of an Angel

[kaeru-jyanai.livejournal.com]

[Michael had found that today was not exactly a typical day for him. No, not at all. In fact, he was very confused at first until he saw a mirror. Instead of the regular reflection he had come to know, he was greeted with a slightly different one, one with wings.

He was an angel!]

What is going on!?

[After his initial shock, he made his way to the lobby, finding that all the rules of his world applied to him right now, his journal not in hand, but appearing near by him every so often.]

What do I do now?

[He decided to wait around, lost and a bit confused as his situation slowly settles in.]

(OOC: Michaels loss has started.)

⇒ 030

[fastest.livejournal.com]

Colette. Colette. Colette. Coleeeeette. Colette?

[ yes, he is just repeating this for like thirty seconds before he says much louder in a sing-song voice ]


Colette~!


[ hesitation and then much more softly ]

Sister?

...three.

[just-the-cat.livejournal.com]

[In the laundry room, a basket of whites warm from the dryer has been commandeered for napping.The cat is getting black fur all over somebody's nice clean clothes. He's curled up in a perfect circle, tail tucked in under his paws. He usually prefers to sleep outside, but when a bed this ideal presents itself, he takes full advantage of its comforts.

Two more baskets of whites sit a few feet away, also dusted with black fur. Some more delicate items of clothing may have received claw damage. He had to try each basket before he found the perfect spot, you see.

He's awash in contentment and will be most displeased if someone disturbs him.]


[OOC: Plz disturb him! He's ruining somebody's laundry...]

088; Backdated to July 2nd

[firsttsurugi.livejournal.com]

We found a girl sleeping in the lobby. Problem is it doesn't look like she's gonna wake up.

Can anybody tell me who it is? [this is where he wished there was a way to distribute a picture. argh-- ! that's it!] Wait, hold on a second.

[he closes the book for now, setting it down]

( lobby filter )

[the book is open again! and after a couple moments, there's a photo being stuck onto the page. anybody recognize this girl? just pretend that while she's wearing that, the picture shows her out like a light, in the arms of Karako]

If no one knows who she is, we'll just bring her to the clinic.


[OOC; Continues from this! In the morning. |D]

♣ 31

[professionaldefibrillist]

[Agent El is in the lobby this time, in his standard issue MIB uniform, going to make his way into town for the evening. After the really weird week he can't seem to remember completely, he's looking to take a break from everything and have a good time. He's got his journal in his suit pocket, and is just looking for an evening to himself.

Feel free to bother]


[and MiB day. Open open open.]

Tri Deg Pedwar: Welcome and an Offer of Help

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

[Ianto is sat in the spotless tourist office,there's a hot steaming coffee in his hand as he starts talking]

The weather's been gorgeous recently, I really must stock up on more ice cream. I wonder if we'll be getting those heavy summer thunderstorms too. Hmm I should probably stock up on umbrellas as well then.

Ah and Gefynen, you can feed Myfanwy later today if you like?


Oh! and an announcement, I've noticed that we have a number of new inhabitants to Paradisa.

I run the local tourist office in the town. If you have any questions or would like helpful pamphlets on the world of Paradisa. Including the newest addition "Conversing with the Arachnids." You can find me by following this map.


[A map has been neatly drawn, with route to the shop highlighted]

I'll be more than happy to help. Welcome to Paradisa and hopefully I'll see a few of you soon.

(OOC: Open Post)

2. Now these are the names of the children of Israel

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[This was quite unlike any book Aziraphale had ever owned... and he had owned a lot. But from the most mundane copies of Moby Dick, to the treasured tomes of his misprinted bibles, there had never been anything like this.

It was utterly fascinating, although it seems a shame to have so many blank pages to waste. Long days passed and the only sound was the soft rustle of pages being leafed through, and long... LONG... silences as Aziraphale loses himself in his worship of the written word.

A thin layer of dust formed, yet it wasn't until he was done learning as much as he could about this journal and the castle to date that he noticed. A quick bath later (showers were just inelegant) and he was finally trying to find something other to wear than jeans.]

No, please, you must give me a suit...Yes, that's very good. No... No, making it vanish when I try to dress is simply bad manners.

There must be something available? I'll concede my suit, I just have certain standards. I can't go around looking so...

Castle, please may I see a selection of any clothes permitted for me to wear?

...

These! Perfect!

[Anyone wandering in the lobby is free to see a fail!angel dressed in tartan golf trousers, and a stylish woolen sweater.]

Isn't the weather remarkably clement.

004;

[thewickedwoman.livejournal.com]

[The heat... actually isn't bothering Angelique. At all. In fact, she's enjoying it enough to sit outside, journal open. And although the weather's nice (to her; it comes from growing up in the Caribbean), it isn't doing much for her mood. Because she's still obsessing and feeling anxious over her loss. Clearly, she hasn't been able to figure anything out about it.

And to top it all off, there's one person who she needs to talk to, because she knows he'd know about this, but she's fairly certain he's not here. Then again, she's only really met a few people...]

Does anyone know a man named Nicholas Blair?

[She says it a little hesitantly, and possibly louder than necessary. Angelique's not entirely accustomed to dictating yet. Cool.]

[ooc - herpaderp how do i shot html.]

Log: Truth or Dare - The Bertie Botts Edition

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

Who: Draco Malfoy and Jilly Coppercorn
What: Children's games with jelly bean
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Town
Rating: PG-13 - depends on the questions I suppose

( Read more... )

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

[Rin's spent the morning shopping and kicking around in town, and finally at around two o'clock she settles for a late lunch and to skim through the journal. The sounds of townspeople chatting idly and traffic moving by filter through the journals as she eventually decides to dictate something.]

Good afternoon, everyone! I have a few questions, if you'll bear with me for a minute or two. For starters, lately I've been thinking and I'm wondering if someone here could teach me some things about first aid. I'm not looking for a crash course on surgery, unless somebody's that interested, but I guess what I want is more like the basic stuff. If we head out to the dead zone again and someone gets hurt, say - I'd like to know how to do field work.

In addition, I'm wondering if anyone here knows how to make or fly hot air balloons? They're flying technology, maybe good for survey work, and I figure they don't actually have engines, do they? It's all basic physics, so they might be useful for work out -

[a pause, and clinking crockery as the waiter comes to her table and puts some plates down.] Your meal, miss. I'll be here if you need anything else as well.

- ah, thanks! What was I talking about... oh!

I was also looking for some book recommendations. Especially poetry, I've been in the mood lately.

[A pause.]

( Tony Stark, Brainy, and Billy )

[other den dat she's just chillin' at an outside table at some restaurant in town, with Tad stretched out making room for himself on the ground next to her and an Absol crouched in the chair at her side. Nom nom nom.]

(no subject)

[madetobe.livejournal.com]

( Hallway filter )

☫ 21

[onset.livejournal.com]

[It's close to midnight. Cassandra's taking a night off of patrol to enjoy some time at the castle. Or... above it. Currently, she's on the roof, staring up at the night sky with a mug of tea in her hands. The journal's in her lap, but it's closed for once. Peace and quiet is nice sometimes.]