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[nishimono.livejournal.com]

( Riful Manor Filter )

[[ooc; Just a head's up for Raine, the manor crew and/or Sylvanas...and anyone else who cares I suppose--Riful's back in her manor. Which puts her right near one of the outposts, although she's not going to be doing anything/interfering in anyway way whatsoever. :> SHE IS A BENEVOLENT NEIGHBOR...FOR NOW. just don't make too much noise in the morning k guys she needs her beauty sleep]]

:008

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

( private )

[ the journal gets to hear the lovely sounds of dante eating himself some pizza, until suddenly he starts coughing violently, accompanied by choking sounds and a long beautiful line of profanities ]

Shitfuck-- [ cough, splutter, gag ] --motherfucker!

WHO THE HELL DUMPED A BOTTLE OF HOLY WATER ON MY PIZZA?! [ he's looking at you mansion crew ]

(no subject)

[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Filtered AWAY from Bernkastel and any allies/anyone who'd be likely to tell her about this; and edited away from Joshua Christopher and allies/anyone who'd be likely to tell him about this too]

Tch, I'll just be blunt.

I have my own reasons for this, but I'm looking for information about a person named Bernkastel. Is there anyone who can give me anything about her?

[Editted in after Yuan asks]

Also any information about the Joshua that's living at Zelman's place would be appreciated too, not Kiryuu....though don't worry Joshua I'm sure at this rate I'll be asking about you too soon, so don't feel left out.

☼ 003 :: dictated

[unfaithfulsun.livejournal.com]

( Seth and Father Abel )

Fifteen Frogs

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[With rest and the careful care of the clinic staff, Puddle's wounds have healed nicely. His shoulder was still stiff and there was a dark line of a scar on his cheek that had yet to fade, but all in all he'd had a remarkably fast recovery. He'd even reached the point where he could sleep quite soundly, dreaming of Narnia and signs and quests...

...Which is why he's feeling a bit disoriented when the first smatterings of cold splatter against his face and hands]

Pole...Scrubb...best find shelter. [a grumbling sound as he turns over to peer at the cloud overhead with one muddy eye] You'll catch your death of cold in this-

[Castle. He was in the castle. Where there shouldn't have been a cloud at all. Only there it was and, as he stared up at it, the light drizzle abruptly turned to a downpour, soaking him instantly and leaving puddles as it soaked through the bedding] Rain.





Bother.

[There are attempts to make it go away, but it stays, hovering just out of reach and raining steadily on the drenched Wiggle. So, eventually, he gives up, resigning himself to his new shadow as he squelches through the halls on his way to the kitchen, leaving a trail of wet tiles behind him]

I said it hadn't had enough. Aslan knows I did...

[ooc: Loss start!]

-44- Gimme Back My Bullets

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[after the clinic, being holed up in her room for just about a week is all she can take. Finally feeling like she can walk around without falling apart-- physically or otherwise --she wastes no time in setting out.

...but not before she takes care of a little something, first. Sitting down, she takes a breath, and begins. No preface, no introduction, she just dives in before she can change her mind.]

I'm going to say this once.
No one is taking me to jail; I'm not going on trial.
...If anyone has a problem with me, they can deal with me themselves, in person.


( former Apostles )

[with that done, she grabs her smokes, her journal, and her gun... and heads out]

((ooc: She's heading down to the clinic to get her stitches removed, and then heading out into town. Anyone is more than free to run into her, in any manner they wish, anywhere along this path))

43 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

( Filtered away from Griffith, anyone who would tell him, and Uther )

( Casca; )

002

[withoutablade.livejournal.com]

[ The Prince is in the library today, as he has been for several of the past few days, a large map of the lands surrounding Paradisa spread out in front of him on a table. There are some mumbled words before he speaks up, journal set to the side in front of himself. ]

The lands around this castle are vast, yet strangely devoid of life in all directions; it is as if the castle drives all things of interest away to such a distance that we will be less inclined to leave. Even the desert holds more secrets within itself than this...though perhaps they just remain to be discovered.

[ A pause, with some rustling as he makes notes on the copy of the map he had wished up. ] This does not worry me as much as tales of innocent people being slewn by other residents of the castle, however. While there is...some merit into entering battle for one's own glory, doing so against the unarmed and the afraid is something I cannot excuse. If my father knew of such a thing, he would...

Do not expect for this to go on any longer. That is all.

[ ...he's getting the strangest sensation, though, as if someone is watching him. It's a big library with plenty of people around, though, so it-- no! There it is again, with a sound! He whirls around to face in that direction. ]

Who is there? Show yourself!


(ooc: And Halloween's loss has started! Open in the library and over the journal.)

one hundred and forty-six:

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[hay guise. Today's ink is red and, somehow, 3-D in appearance. Lucy's handwriting is not quite back up to par]

Does anyone know of a fellow resident who can [pause] manipulate a person's surroundings to make it attack them?


[ffffuuuuu I am fucking senile and never did get her out of the TARDIS, so now she is... out of the TARDIS. And paranoid about her own room]

[399]

[ino]

( Private )

( Guts )

[A little while after that gigantic private entry and filter, she's re-opening the journal. This time she's got a book, and she's reading up on the top of a tower. What? The breeze is nice. She sounds like she's in a relatively good mood, though.]

Okay, I know how much you guys love story time. So here's a good one for you!

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there were these two feuding clans. The daughter of the lord of one clan fell in love with the young lord of the other clan. But, of course, since her father hated the other clan, their love was totally forbidden. Unfortunately for the both of them, the girl's father found out about their secret affair, and he confined her to the castle, forbidding her to see him ever again.

Of course, that never stops anyone, because we all know when people tell you not to do things it just makes them want to do it more. Right? Well, she was pretty depressed about not being allowed to be with her lover, so you can imagine how excited she was when her boyfriend came to see her. She didn't recognize him at first, because he was in disguise, dressed as a minstrel so he wouldn't be caught. He came to her window and played the lute for her -- I don't know what a lute is, I'm just looking at the book, but I guess it was super romantic back then to know how to play the lute -- and sang her a song with a secret message in it. The message was that he would return at night and bring her a rope every night, so she could sneak out of the castle and they could be together briefly when nobody was around to stop them. Smart, right?

Well, she waited for him to come back that night, and sure enough, after the moon came out, there he was! He threw the rope up, she caught it. She started climbing out of the castle tower with the rope, to come see him ... only to realize that she hadn't fastened the rope properly. So, she fell down onto the rocks and died. But, the magic that surrounded the castle took pity on her - I mean, who wouldn't? - and turned her into a wallflower. So that's where the wallflower came from. In some world, anyways.

So, moral of the story - if you want to have an illicit love affair, make sure you know how to properly jump out a window, or at least tie a knot properly. Or I guess you could make a secret tunnel or something. Be creative! It's more exciting that way.

(no subject)

[videres.livejournal.com]

( private )

( arthur )

[ what is she doing tonight? well hiding in the kitchen! with a cup of hot chocolate she had the ghosts make her, the technology isn't so frightening anymore but there is no way she is going to use it. chances are she will make something explode.

so yes, she is sitting on a stool with the cup in her hands staring at the journal. distract the lady from her thoughts hmm? ]

(ooc; open and such, you know the drill)

001

[staypuffed.livejournal.com]

[Dictated, after spending the last couple of hours reading.]

Ah, hello? I'm under the impression that you can answer me?

Well, this is an interesting turn of events. Is it normal to get a place like this for an afterlife? Or perhaps it's some kind of inter-dimensional prison. Either way, it's different from the oblivion I'd expected.

Most importantly, though, I'm hungry. So, does this supposed kitchen have marshmallows?

forward dated to aug. 10

[brbfisting.livejournal.com]

( insolitus filter )

- eleventh year waiting -

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

( filtered to Rory's camp out in the woods )

(no subject)

[certae.livejournal.com]

Hey, Be-rnkastel~! You'll share that candied apple with me, right? Right?

I don't think so. If you want one, you can get it yourself.

Aww~ Then how about that cheesecake? Ufufufufufu, you know I could always have one fall on your head again! It matches well with your hair, not to mention, it makes an adorable hat for you!

[ giggle ] Well? Will you?

[ ooc: open or journal. these two are standing in front of a sweets shop, peering inside ]

𝚲 six

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[As soon as the world had changed back, and Meta once again finds himself in his precious armor with the Ais intact, he beat it to the deepest reaches of the wilds he could get to. Between being imprisoned, Washington's interrogations, and then the unsettling sensation of being individual minds again as man and dogs, he needed time to recoup, to reach whatever semblance of stability he was able to.]

[It was time to re-evaluate, to prioritize, and, most importantly, to recharge.]


( Private – because Meta's finally figured out how to filter to himself )

[[ooc: OPEN for the forests. Also, If you think I missed any journal posts/threads that should would likely be up there, let me know. Meta is a far better tracker than I ever will be! I will continue to add to this as I can. Text version here]]

(no subject)

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

( Private; )

( Yoshiya; )

( Legato; )

Happy Belated Birthday

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

Who: Paul Smecker and Ianto Jones
What: Paul's belated birthday
When:Tonight
Where: The roof
Rating: PG - R

It's a birthday meal for two with a coffee cake, who knows.

( Read more... )

#025 - Dictatedddd

[advisortype.livejournal.com]

( People skilled in the use of knives, daggers, short swords, kunai, or other small, bladed weapons )

the forty-ninth;

[variare.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Sakura )

( Chie )

( Ino & ...that strange lady from the clinic (Elizabeth) )

Forty Three

[why-born.livejournal.com]

[Wybie's doodled something that looks like this in the corner of his journal]

Did you know you can create a fire tornado with just a lighter-fuel soaked sponge, a dish, a lazy Susan and a tube of wire screen?

You just put the sponge in the dish, and put it on the lazy Susan. You set it on fire and put the screen around it and spin it, right? Then you have a fire tornado, because the mesh makes the air molecules around the fire spin. [Laugh] And who says we need school here to learn stuff?

...It kinda looks like fun.

十

[setsubousuru.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[ after doing 'his' nightly ritual of...spying on everyone deemed relevant, akira is gonna chill in the garden in the standard boy's clothes. long shorts and a t-shirt whatever idk, just standing completely still...eyes closed. plz to be ignoring this strange kid...or maybe not? ]

® | 023 | room 801 filter

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

["Dick Grayson

&

Damian Wayne"

He frowns at the use of his civilian name (and him without a change of clothes). And as for 'Wayne'? Well, it's a popular last name, he figures.

Cautiously, he pushes open the door to room 801.]

Hello? Anybody home?

[OOC: LOSS CONTINUES!]

0.004

[diffusive.livejournal.com]

( private )

[ low chuckle ] Ignorance is bliss.


( ooc; I'M SO SORRY /shake and cries, stops spamming )

(no subject)

[misa-approves.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Zelman )

( Friends and acquaintances )

Misa thinks there should be a big celebration or something every time after something horrible happens.

Hey, hey, someone get on that, okay?

subtleties that we are not aware of

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor made his return to the castle proper fairly quietly, without fanfare or much pretense. talking to Griffith while he was out there yielded very little information, so he hung back a little longer, listening to the fallout through the journals, seeing who has healed, and how much, in as many senses as possible.

when he reaches Room 1102, he's almost hesitant to approach his TARDIS, unsure if she's healed properly, or if she's ready for his company. sometimes, even healed wounds need to rest. but when he puts a hand to the door, it yields and opens slightly at his touch. he's aware of a feeling without words - to give words to it would make the TARDIS far too human, and she's much more complicated than something as simple as 'relief' or 'welcoming' - and smiles slightly, holding his breath as he steps inside.

the white roundels and stark, simple console are gone, having been replaced by vaulted support arches, decadent Oriental rugs on the floor, and bookshelves. rows and rows of bookshelves, as though the TARDIS had somehow merged the console room and the library, so that his castle companions who enjoy rifling through his collection will not have to lose themselves in the twist of hallways. a semi-circle of comfortable chairs stands in the far corner, with a low table for tea - or for putting feet on.

he breathes out, slowly and reverently, and reaches out to put a hand on one of those supports]

You've outdone yourself, this time, old girl.

[settling into one of the chairs, he clears his throat, and takes out his journal]

( Friends, Companions, & Defenders of the TARDII )

( Crowley )

(no subject)

[madetobe.livejournal.com]

( Alma )

....

[a man bumps into him on the street, he glares at them]

Pardon me.

[...! A young woman gives him a flirtatious wave and he nods

with a smile

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!]

It's a beautiful night out.

[I'm going to kill someone]

Really beautiful.

[OOC: LOSS! Run into a happier, fluffier Kanda?]

(no subject)

[leadthedance.livejournal.com]

[So, there's a little chibi foxboy thing wandering around. But there's a little piece of paper pinned to his mini-uniform. After the ordeal with Captain Hammer and being dubbed 'Foopsy', Gino decided that he needed some sort of identifier to people who wouldn't recognize him. On the paper reads, in scribbly writing but perfectly readable: 'My name is Gino - Resident on a loss - Can't talk - Most certainly is not named "Foopsy' - Is also male'

Hoping this would be good enough, Gino is in the kitchen and sitting in front of the microwave. He had managed to get a package of popcorn in there and got the device running, so he's just staring through the door until it's done. He's heard... tales... of this microwave though. He has a bad feeling, but stays nonetheless while wagging his tail. Being cute and utterly pokeable.]

Yip.

section 2, article 7

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

Well, I know everyone's already said their relative pieces on how they think things oughta get handled, so I'll just say that that whole ordeal was about as fun as chasing a Xorlog through downtown Manhattan during rush hour.

... for those of you keeping track? That. Is not. Fun.

I guess you could say I'm in the market for something that is. These days, Jay's my primary source of ridiculousness, but I haven't really seen him 'round much. [he'll give it a couple more days, and THEN he'll start being afraid of that fact]

So, I've got a deck of Fauplexarian Snap, and I'll be down in th' lobby if anyone wants to learn how to play. S'fast, won't take too much of your time to learn an' play ... but it's kinda addictive, so. You've been warned.

[and as promised, Kay's sitting in the lobby, at a fold-out card table, shuffling a deck of cards and humming to himself. COME PLAY CARDS Y/N?]

054

[lilblackdevil.livejournal.com]

[right now, she needs some time to think -- or maybe "space out" would be the more appropriate term to use here -- so Hartmann is up a little earlier than usual, if still not quite fully awake yet. Armed with breadcrusts, she's parked herself on the edge of the roof, idly feeding some birds which seem to have been chased away from their usual spots by the ever-present parrots]

Hahhh...there goes the first week of August. I wonder how long it'd be until the seasons change.

[yes, talking about harmless topics like the weather is a good way to relax, 'tis truth. Talk over the journal, or join her in person?]