(no subject)

[fiveby-five.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Allen )

( seven )

[regulare.livejournal.com]

( john )

[ with that done he proceeds to take off his right shoe, wiggling his toes a little as he peers at the BIG HOLE in that sock before taking it off ]

Alright then, time to try out this sock. [ he puts it on and for the first few moments he is humming happily until there is are loud noise of disgust ] Andraste's flaming sword! Why is my sock wet!? Ew, ugh.

[ pause... sniff sniff ]

Is that... milk?! Oh great, wonderful, I put the sock and it fills up with milk. Just my luck. [ grumble grumble as he takes it off and shakes his foot ] Milk! How in the name of everything holy does a sock fill up with milk when you put it on!?

#027 - Dictated

[advisortype.livejournal.com]

[The sound of kittens meowing happily in their squeaky, excited way can be heard all throughout this entry, and probably for all of his replies, too.]

Did someone lose a bunch of kitties? I just got woke up to the sound of like... I think there's five of them, they won't sit still long enough to get a good count. Looks like most of them are black and white, one of them's orange, and they're really damn cute.

Anyone?

Sixth

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[The journal registers a nice sigh of relief, for the first time in almost a week, John doesn't feel the need to get up and pick flowers all day]

Thank the lord that's over.If I see another flower again, it'll be way too soon.


[[ooc: Expect tags to be slow until later tonight, I'm away for a lot of the evening, but I wanted his loss over before the host club meeting later today]]

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

You know, that wasn't the first time there have been monsters here. That wasn't the first time there was unbridled violence and death, either. And that wasn't the first time people--"people"--had their heads messed with. It wasn't the first time Paradisa became somewhere else, and it's not going to be the last time for any of those things!

Someone should make a list. That's one of the damn problems in this place, there's no history. We have to rely on the people who have been here longest!

As someone who's going to be here for three years in December, it gets really annoying to have to explain the same shit over and over, not to mention see everyone act all surprised when the sentient castle tries to kill them!

6

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

[Hank's on the roof again, staring out into space, and stretching out - prodding at any machines he can feel. After searching high and low for any kind of potential energy source, he's come up dry, and without it he'll never get to leave.

So instead of looking with his eyes he's looking with his mind. So, Hank's doing what he did last time and is projecting his thoughts and signals outwards in all directions, riding on ambient electric signals in the air.

He's left the journal carelessly open next to him and occasionally mumbles things to himself.]


...there must be something ...


[[ooc: mechanic-molestation, part deux!]]

(no subject)

[khaji-da.livejournal.com]

[Gym Filter]

[Might be pointless with Drill Sergent Starfire around, but Jaime is getting in a little training.

For those walking by, they might hear the sound of him hitting a heavy bag in the gym.]

(no subject)

[kindnessing.livejournal.com]

[the journal falls open. and. uh. music?

( lol, i don't even )

after that, there is a loud, cartoonish "ptoo" noise, and a crash as someone collides with their desk.]

... O-ow. Gonna have to put a cushion there...

Just a nice afternoon

[thirteenth.livejournal.com]

Who: Draco and Ukitake
What: Draco has fun with kiddie Uki.
When: Afternoon of August 14th
Where: Starting in the lobby
Rating: PG

( Spells and Shinigami and Pranks, oh mai )

Host King's Twelfth Court

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

[The doors to the host club open to reveal an old-style, romanticized Wild West Saloon bar... the hosts are all dressed as cowboys, except for Jr., Kasanoda, Carl, Ash and Alma, who are all dressed as barmaids.

There's a bar (staffed by said barmaids), various card tables where the hosts are scattered, and a stage at the far end with a piano - for anyone that fancies showcasing their talents.

Tamaki is stood proudly in the center of the room, a wide smile on his face as he tips his hat back and drawls in a fake-cowboy accent.]

Howdy, cowgirls~

Welcome to the Host Club Saloon, come on in and wet your whistle at the bar. We're all such lonely cowboys out on the range, all we want is to see a purdy gal, with eyes like precious gems and a smile worth a shoot-out.

[He extends a hand towards the door, his smile just for YOU.]

[Here is a handy dandy links list...

The Bar
The Stage
Tamaki Suoh
John Marston
Lavi
Allen Walker
Gino Weinberg
Draco Malfoy
Ritsu Kasanoda
Alma
Ash Ketchum
Carl Clover
Jr.
Suleyman
Captain Hammer
Jesus Christ
Ashura
Mat Cauthon
Weighted Companion Cube
Kida Masaomi
Delta
Alucard
Bookings]

[ooc: Please wait for separate threads to go up before replying go wild! As of last time you are free to reply to each host BEFORE they have tagged in. Threadjacking is encouraged, boys and girls welcome.

Cain is not present this meeting, please feel free to notice.]

/has no freaking out minty icon HAHAHA

[steelbound.livejournal.com]

[ the journal is knocked open and it instantly picks up SCREAMING. the loudest being from a girl and... a much more quieter male.. dude.. just wheezing. what started off as a simple game of go fish ended in a crazy drug trip of PARANOIA AND HORRIFYING VISIONS. ]

Ah...ha..nngh. [ there's the sound of stumbling and ~pained groans~ from minty ] Uru.... P-Please, calm down.

[ and close by, uru is gripping her head while sinking against the floor. she writhes in agony and cries out in pain, her voice loud and sharp. ]

Min-- s-stop--

Nngh...! My head... [ she screams again, this time it's fueled by fear for something. ]

[ there's a thud as minty goes down and starts shouting ]

[ and while the others are freaking out, pharos really doesn't register pain properly. not the way he should, at least, not the way a human does. so whileminty is wheezin a wheeze and uru is screaming her lungs out, pharos is still seated on his chair, staring blankly ahead of him. he's pretty sure he can hear screaming and shouting, but that's about as much as he's got right now. ]

[ OOC: power of the cards, man. pharos will be staring off while the two teens are writhing all over the floor. WARNING? IF YOUR CHARACTER IS HEADING IN, PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH THE DECK OF CARDS. If they look at the faces this will happen. also damian is taking uru-kins..... feel free to threadhop? the other two are gonna need help, desu.. ]

009 Locks Picked

[everborrowing.livejournal.com]

[anyone in the lobby will be treated to an odd sight as the elevator opens and reveals Tas, standing on a crate, with another in his arms.

Dropping the crate he's holding in the way of the sliding doors, he'll step up onto it, ignoring the obnoxious beeping that starts as the sensor insists on the way being cleared, and turn to pick up the crate he'd left behind.

That one is picked up, turned, and dropped in front of him so he can move forward and finally remove the obstacle from the doors' path.

The process repeats itself as he makes his way across the lobby to the couches, humming to himself as he moves lightly from crate to crate, never touching the floor.

Once he reaches the couch he'll leave the crates on the floor, tumbling into the cushions with a sigh as the journal picks up a quiet mutter.]

Being satisfactory is harder than I thought.

[shifting to get more comfortable, he frowns suddenly and reaches for one of the many pouches on his belt. Shaking it, he listens to the rattle of objects, before spilling the contents onto the cushion. Bits and pieces of objects, all broken almost beyond recognition, fall before he catches the last (a slightly dressy, dark brown shoe), in the palm of his hand. That's strange. He didn't remember anyone giving him a shoe. Maybe someone had dropped it? Now who had he ever seen who wore dress shoes?]

.........uh, Kid? Did you maybe lose a shoe? Because I think I might have found one, if you did. Well, I found one even if you didn't, but I'm pretty sure it's yours.

[ooc: Tas is acting even stranger than usual after this conversation. Enjoy?]

022

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

[It's been a slow day so Zoe is currently sitting in her room at the table, examining the penny she picked up from the Lost Room after no one clearly died from the items. With the sound of other items having powers, maybe it's a good idea to ditch this before it turned out to be a bad thing.]

Anyone have a map of the way back to that room?

[And then the Compsognathus in her room that's been starving for attention decides to jump up into her lap with a squeak which causes her to make a surprised gasp and drop the penny against the table, but she relaxes when it's just the compy and exhales]

Yeh-soo, ta ma duh...

[a pause]

...Where'd that pencil come from?

Four Buttons

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

[You may hear some scraping noises over the journal, castle residents. And some muttering of an eleven-year-old girl as she inspects her room, and her new furniture that the ghosts are helping organize.]

Huh. These ghosts are pretty helpful...I'm just glad they don't have buttons for eyes. [Because that'd be creepy as heck if they did.]

The wishing thing is still a little...weird, though. It's probably just me, but I feel like I should be on my toes in this place. All the time.

...At least it has a lot of places to explore.

ONE » dictated

[arakhnes.livejournal.com]

[ there's a girl chilling on the wall ala standing between the second and third story outside the castle. yeah, she is just. standing there. horizontally. with the journal in her hands.

in her awesome costume ]

Uhm. . .

I found this book. And this book has a bunch of writing that I didn't do and now this book talks at me about a bunch of things I can't even begin to fathom.

Sooooooo, since I'm hoping I didn't go nutso-wacko and am just imagining all of this while I lay unconscious in some deserted alleyway cause a bunch of thugs beat me over the head, I'm gonna play along with all of this and pretend that this book is talking to me.

And that I'm talking to this book. And it's totally writing down everything I'm saying.

Okay, the whole nuts thing is looking pretty good now.

So, talking book, mind telling me exactly where I am? And why I suddenly feel like I should be wearing some chainmail and carrying around a lance?

Though I might just do that anyways cause now it seems like a really cool idea.

(no subject)

[moancryn-howl.livejournal.com]

Ah, for those of you who retrieved items from the mysterious room uncovered in that roiling mess known as the Insolitus... I'd like to inspect them.

I've done an initial work-up on one of them. Simple queries, really, mostly as to nature and origin; they certainly weren't eager to give up anything at all but with some deft work [if he does say so himself ahem ahem]... well.

These items for one are extensions of the castle's power, and they're quite remarkable in their own right, or they could be - at the moment, they're mostly dormant. Paradisa seems inclined to keep a tight lock on them, though. I didn't get much more than that from what I took a look at, which is why I'd like to sample the field, if I may.

(no subject)

[wiederholt.livejournal.com]

Bound by magic undeniable,

I refuse it.

 

Bound by shackles unbreakable,

I cast them off.

 

The only place we are all trapped,

Is within our own delusions.

 

-Frederica

[ooc: no replies, just this simple poem left in the journal

have fun with that]

[001 - Dictated]

[outofthebelfry.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to ( Batfamily )

[If you aren't on that filter, you might still happen upon him, hiding in the library while he figures this whole business out. A dark-haired man in his mid-forties, clad in just a grey bathrobe, flipping through his journal intently. He hasn't been around before today, so he's presumably a newbie, but he's really not freaking out, is he?]

01

[i-gave-myself.livejournal.com]

[A heavily scarred, scruffy-looking man of inteterminate age is asleep in a hallway, curled on his side with his head on a folded jacket.  He stirs, mutters one word.  A name.]

"Neas-"

[His eyes snap open, and very quickly he goes from curled up to on his feet, wary, his hand going to the lightsaber on his belt.  Darca scans his surroundings and seems to relax.  There's no immediate threat.]

"I hate pointing out the obvious, but this is not where I went to sleep.  Something must've picked me up."  [Not a happy thought - usually, Neas or his own senses wake him before anything can get close.  But it could happen.  Still, he's not in a cell, there's no Dark Jedi standing over him, and wherever this is at least it's not quite so hot as Molovar.]

[Securing his belongings - blasters, the jacket, a little satchel, this strange... paged thing that was next to him, he looks up and down the hall.  As if to himself, he says,]

"Any ideas?"

⚜ 020. lost and found

[sinfully-pure.livejournal.com]

Uhm, did anyone lose... a servant... or something like that...

S-She keeps saying I'm her master, but I'm not... So if anyone lost... I mean... H-Her name is Halloween. If you're her master and is looking for her, she's with me so please don't worry too much.

She's safe...

[ doesn't know how to phrase this at all! He is so overwhelmed ]