Dream 001

[controlingfire.livejournal.com]

[ Some shuffling occur for a little while before a voice comes through the journal. ]

Where am I? This... This doesn't seem like the dream world, though, I could be wrong. I don't remember the Wise Ones giving me permission, and I can't seem to see Bair anywhere. She never comes here and leaves me here alone.

sechs

[rocketeering.livejournal.com]

Another sleepless night... I suppose this isn't an uncommon occurrence around here though, is it? After all, I know many people here don't technically need to work. It's only natural for sleep schedules to become erratic as a result.

Are there places still open this late at night? I never really used to go out this late back home, except for the few times we celebrated at the beer hall when landing a contract. I don't really know what sort of things there are to do at this hour.

(no subject)

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

( [Cross] )

( [Isley] )

four }

[ultimateteen.livejournal.com]

[The journal picks up the sound of calm, even footsteps, along with the subtler scrape of silverware migrating across a plate. A sigh.

And then all hell breaks loose.]

Wh-whoa-WAAAAHHH—!

[Imagine a ten car crash, then ram a train into it, and then crash a plane into it, and you have the approximate length and noise level of this disaster. It takes a minute for Genis to figure out which way is up.]

... oops. That left a mark... and a big one, too.

[ooc: loss start!]

(no subject)

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[written in that girly aristocratic handwriting of his.]

This is a bit of an odd request, but would anyone feel like telling me a story from their world? I suppose you could say that I collect them. Children's stories, mostly.

[there is also the occasional shimmer sound audible through the page. he's hiding in the mansion gardens under a tree, but sunlight still filters through the leaves every once in a while. he's decided that there is nothing redeeming about this sparkling business.]



[[ooc; over the journal, or open to anyone who would be hanging around Zelman's mansion for whatever reason! continuing his loss.]]

⇒ 27

[whatialways_do]

[Max doesn't sleep, which makes it really hard for the castle to do things like put her on losses. The castle can put her to sleep, however, which lead to her dropping off behind the bar while she was at work. It was actually probably a little alarming for anyone who's watching, but when they actually make their way around the bar, they're gonna be pretty surprised at what they find.

452 does sleep, sometimes. PT had a way of wearing a kid out, and short little naps weren't uncommon. When she wakes up, however, she is not where she left herself. She smells alcohol and food, but she doesn't smell Manticore and that makes her panic first and foremost. She pins herself up against the back of the bottles, listening for footsteps and sounds to see if she's clear to go.

Hopefully it'll happen sooner rather than later.]


[Loss Start. Open open open.]

$97 notes for improvement

[finesse-bottom.livejournal.com]

[still feeling quite let down by all of her 'children', Anya's decided to leave them notes, "helpful" notes, and she's also making some appointments at the Okami Salon]

( Stylists at the Okami )

( Lady Sylvanas Windrunner )

( Bela Talbot )

( Conrad Achenleck )

( York )

( Kaylee )

( Spike Spiegel )

[after all of that is done, she takes a deep breath and exhales, heading to the kitchen]

I think today is going to be a good day.

Does anyone want some Jell-O?

❄ 3

[adaptivity.livejournal.com]

[Dictated]

( Allen )

[After finishing the filter, Katara closes her journal and sets it on the table in the kitchen. She's taking a break from watching Aang, and food is in order. Sadly, she still needs to figure out most of the appliances.]

(no subject)

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

[Recorded]

Musta taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque.

Seriously though, I have no idea where I am right now.

[pause]

You know, I'm used to seeing some pretty strange things, but this has to take the cake. I'm pretty sure a man in a fly costume doesn't even come close to New York transforming itself into... what is this? [another pause while Peter twists around to look up] A castle?

Okay, beetle boy, I’ll admit it, I’m impressed. But you can turn the city back now.

... No? Really?

Yeah, I had a feeling that wasn't going to work.

Ooookay then. I'll just be up here... sitting on this wall... monologuing to this journal... that's writing down everything I say. WOW, is that really how you spell Albuquerque? Weird.

[And while this is all going on, there's a boy in a bright colored costume just sort of chilling outside, somewhere between the second and third story. literally sitting on the wall, peering over the journal, you know how he do~]

023

[givingchase.livejournal.com]

[Friends who know about the Keyblade, except for the friends he has to be careful around. If you've spoken to him, you are his friend.]

[well, we've put this off long enough.]

Hey, um... I've got a really big favor to ask. [#] If you see this guy anywhere... uh... Can you not say anything about me using a Keyblade? I mean, if he asks about it, tell him to ask me! Otherwise, just... don't bring it up? Or something.

Yeah. That's it.
[/filter]

[iiiiin the meantime, he'll be outside, on a bench... reading a book. Yes, a book. Yes he can read sob shut up. Sometimes he flicks through the pages and reads it in the wrong order, and... stuff. PLEASE BOTHER HIM HE REALLY WANTS AN EXCUSE TO STOP.]


[[ooc: leaving this here, be back in a few hours, hopefully]]

Second Patient

[whiskeyless.livejournal.com]

[talking through this thing is strange, but writing would be strange when she's expecting an answer so she goes with talking]

Hello. My name is Dr. Saunders. I've been referred by a few people to the clinic being run here in the castle. I wasn't sure on the proper procedure in inquiring about work there, and it seems this journal is the best way to gather information.

⚜ 005

[penancing.livejournal.com]

[Colin hasn't been Abuse since that time he fought Zsasz back home in Gotham, he figures it's time to change that. So tonight he doesn't mind it being a sleepless night. He has a far better chance to slip by unnoticed when, hopefully, most (he's not as naive as to think all) of the residents are asleep. He knows full well Paradisa is a way more quiet place and that the town doesn't need vigilantes like Gotham does. Abuse's help isn't really needed. But he's been getting restless and you never know what might happen. If anything, he feels safer wandering around as Abuse.

So late at night, a pretty big figure in a long trench coat and a hat that conceals his face makes his way through the Castle. Not suspicious at all, right?]


[ooc: OPEN! Feel free to encounter Abuse in the hallways/outside/in town/WHEREVER.]

Ivanhoe ran for 155 performances

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to Tony Stark]

How much alcohol do I have to ply you with to create a forcefield around the Bentley? Unless of course you'd rather I put it in the garage and let the destructive monsters of Paradisa get access to your cars, too.

Because I'm fine with that.

18th [Action in the kitchen, open post to all]

[jushinkan.livejournal.com]

[Science must have originated, out of any place, at any time, in the kitchen at night. In the hands of a hungry insomniac.

Granted, though he's hungry, it's not for a double turkey bacon sandwich with cheese, though that's exactly what he's munching on right now.

So he found these bottles guys. Bottles full of wonderful things. There's bottles of wine, bottles of beer, bottles of rum, bottles of ketchup, bottles of olive oil, bottles of corn syrup, bottles of chocolate syrup, bottles of maple syrup, bottles of milk and water and juice and smoothies. Bottles and bottles and bottles of it.

... And turnips. Lots of turnips. And let's not forget sprite and bananas. That's got it's own separate table. But never mind those, there's an interesting punch bowl that's now a lovely sort of strange bubbling rainbow-esque shade. Looks like he's already sampled from that, there's an empty cup with an odd residue inside it.

Doctor Food Science here has yet moved on, feel free to try that punch bowl though. He's currently hovering up near the topmost cabinets with a bottle of coke, rummaging around in the highest shelf for something. Care to ask just what the hell is going on in here? Don't worry, he's normally this weird, hasn't lost his mind. ... Yet.]

eleven11

[fauconnerie.livejournal.com]

( [ QUESTION ] )