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[lunarpossession.livejournal.com]

[LET'S PRETEND this is backdated to dusk so that it's not pitch black outside.

You know what's a horrible way to come into a new universe? Ten feet in the air. Above the duck pond. With a scream the blue girl hits the water, and stays under for a few seconds before she gets her feet under her and stands up, coughing. The journal is open next to the pond and picking up her talking along with the sounds of annoyed ducks]


That... Was one of the worst landing spots ever but at least it was only a little pond and not in the middle of a fight- Hey. Where is everyone? The last time that happened... There is nothing in 'porting in alone that this bodes well for me or anyone else. [She cups her weird hands around her mouth and starts yelling]

HELLO?! Blink? Mimic? Morph? Heather? Hey! Someone! Anyone! [Silence as she waits for any sort of reply]

Great... Just great. All on my own in god knows where- Wait. Is that a castle? Things have either gone to amazing to horrible. Castles are always one or the other, aren't they? Hoo-Boy, here we go.


((O-OPEN!!))

ONE IS THE LONELIEST NUMBER

[yoursoultokeep.livejournal.com]

[those of y'all who're in town right now may notice that that fountain in the middle of the marketplace?

yeah, someone's in it. there is now one small girl in a black school uniform perched on the edge of this fountain, her legs dangling in. her shoes and stockings have been neatly folded into a pile next to her, one white hand braced on the rim of the stone, and she's swinging her feet back and forth, skimming the water's surface. but making relatively few actual splashing sounds! not that anyone gives a fuck BUT HEY WHY NOT. her journal is lying open in her lap, and she appears to be reading it, though what's really going on behind that dark curtain of hair is really anyone's guess.

ask who the hell's splashing on the journal? come across her and try to engage her creepy ass? ask Leah why this is the most boring intropost..... ever? THE CHOICE IS YOURS.]

Issue #1 - Arrival

[a-guardiandevil.livejournal.com]

[Standing outside of Cair Paradisa is a rather confused man in a tan suit. In one hand, he's got the extended handle of a decent-sized suitcase, and in the other a full-length white cane, topped with a handle of a dark reddish color. Red lensed sunglasses adorn his face, as does a slightly confused expression. Despite his expression, you can see him tilting his head to the side, as if listening to something just beyond his hearing.]

O...kay? One minute I'm on my way to work..next I'm finding myself in front of a...castle? [As he says this, he takes his hand off of the suitcase handle to feel the rough stone of the castle walls, trying to find some purchase on his new surroundings]

This doesn't feel like anywhere I've ever been. Someone wanna give a guy a hint?

[He absentmindedly taps his cane rather hard on the ground, giving him all the information he could want about his surroundings for at least 100 yards in any direction. Good luck sneaking up on the blind guy.]

seek ː 001

[royalrack.livejournal.com]

[ for any castle residents who might find themselves in the lobby, they will be treated to the sight of this woman descending the stairs wearing a somewhat anxious expression on her face. once she reaches the bottom she pauses and turns her head off to the left followed by the right, an action that sends the little ornamental tassels that are attached to her hat whipping around her face.

he is not here. not there. more over, while none of the faces of the people she passes are particularly judgmental, they aren't familiar either. they shouldn't have been here, these strangers. it's worrisome. plus, she can't help but dwell on the injury Lancelot sustained -- it was a terrible wound. she has her journal in tow, almost unconsciously wringing the pages between her fingers because she isn't quite sure what to do with it at this point ]

Ah..

06

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

( Room 1219 filter )

rose lalonde's diary ..1..

[eldritchpsych.livejournal.com]

[Rose looks at the luxurious room and immediately jumps to the conclusion that, as always, it's all her Mom's fault.]

This. This is not where I'm supposed to be.

Mother, is this your latest passive-aggressive jab? A false world and when I break it, a trip to a luxury hotel? I must admit to being impressed by the attention to detail - but was it really necessary to attempt to create the end of the world just to put me here?

[And then she notices the journal floating in midair in front of her.]

...What is this?

Never mind, first things first. Change the color of this text to velvet.

[Nope, nothing.]

...change the color of this text to violet.

That's more like it. Is Strider here? Harley? John? Anyone?

005

[goodtodream.livejournal.com]

[Marian is humming to herself as she files a weapon out of a piece of wood with her newly acquired nail file she took from that strange room full of objects. She's been using it ever since but nothing has happened like it has to many others. She's sitting near a window in the lobby filing away when the sun shines off the nail file and into her eyes. She drops the file and the weapon she was making and instantly falls asleep right before she hits the floor.]



((OOC: OPEN! Feel free to bother her.))

» 02

[angelgeneral.livejournal.com]

[Well after the time to settle in(which he's done rather well) he's chilling in the kitchen and people-watching with a bag of chips. Those who look close enough on the bag? 

Sea Urchin flavor. A few chips later . . . ]

Steals us from our homes, takes something and grants most wishes that you ask of it. I have to say for a magic castle I'm not all that impressed. At least it's easy to get a hold of good alcohol.

[and he'll just go back to his chips and make a mess with them over the journal.  Feel free to bother. Or question his sense of taste.]

Episode 41

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[puppy!Peter has found his way to the kitchen. Everything in here smells amazing so he explores around sniffing at stuff. Also trying to open cabinets with his paws to look for food. It's a very cute puppy with no collar just wandering around, and if he runs into anyone he's already mastered a sad puppy face to beg for food]


[open again for the kitchen :) ]

un

[mymastersarm.livejournal.com]

[The journal picks up the voice of a teenage boy- one that might sound slightly familiar, albeit with a French accent- along with the sound of fast-paced footsteps. ‘He’ is obviously talking to himself.]

This is—

This is mad. This isn’t possible.

…I don’t have time for this!

[Robin, dressed in her long Exorcist coat (which is unrecognizable as such unless you’re from her world) with a small bundle slung across her back, is currently half-running, half-walking through the halls of Paradisa. Her journal is held in one gloved hand, with her thumb between the pages, but she’s not exactly paying attention to it. Not until someone starts speaking through it, at least. She’s a bit preoccupied with trying to figure out what the hell is going on at the moment.]

[She needs to stop Lenalee and the Earl, and she needs to do it fast, and wherever this is, it’s not at all where she needs to be. It's obviously not Osaka, and she’s a bit unclear as to how exactly she got from there... to what appears to be a Western castle in the tropics.   …She’s not entirely convinced she’s not still lying unconscious in the dirt outside of that teashop.]

[[so open, in person in pretty much any hallway of the castle, or over the journal. replies may be spotty until later!]]

Twelve cups of tea

[call-me-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Hatter's spent a good amount of time in the library since he's been here. He's nothing like a scholar, but he's also still not quite over the fact that such a place exists here, when the library back home was more refugee shelter than place for reading.

While he's already found the more obvious of the references to his world, today he's run across a book of vaguely familiar poetry and has taken a seat on the edge of a nearby table to flip through it, journal open beside him. and half-expecting it to pick up the question....]

Is it more likely books from my world existed in this library before I got here, or are they just here now because I am?

[open, either in person or over the journal]

two... Dreams

[handsthathelp.livejournal.com]

[It's about two and a half weeks before penny even really stops to seriously think about it but when she does... Nineteen days and she's experienced every hour. She's slept like normal and woken up still in the castle each morning with no time jumps, no missing memories. Her environment hasn't changed. No strange shifts in size or dimension, the castle is still the castle. And the people here are too varied and real and... different to be constructs of her own mind-]

[Quietly, the kind of quiet that comes with a grand revelation] This isn't a dream, is it?

[And then much louder as the second, even more shocking realization hits]

MAGIC IS REAL?

[Oops, she hadn't meant to yell... Oh well, while the journal's open anyways and since, if this is not a dream, that means she's not going anywhere, time to try out this fancy filter thing]

Gino:

I...I should apologize, I didn't know what resident on a loss meant at the time and, well... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to unload on a stranger like that.

Elizabeth:

I still owe you coffee, or lunch or something. Just let me know when you're free.

((ooc: Talk about a delayed reaction XD Open journal is open!))

(no subject)

[paradisamods]

The Summer Festival

[ Surprise surprise –– there's a festival in town. It's everything you'd imagine a summer festival is, yet another piece of Paradisa's endless greeting-card scenes, like something out of a classic painting. There are food carts, game stalls, booths selling handmade clothing and jewelry... it goes on and on for blocks, all throughout Main Street. ]

DIRECTORY (for all your page-loading needs)
Food Stalls
Game Stalls
Hot Air Balloons
The Fountain
The Crowds
On A Rooftop [Private]

the rock that everyone stands on

[thirteenth.livejournal.com]

Who: Ukitake and Lorne
What: Drinking
When: The night after srs bsns conversations for Uki
Where: Caritas
Rating: PG-13 for possible mention of death

( A few drinks )

Eighteenth Shot

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

[Sister is in the lobby, playing Keepie-Uppie with her helmet. Because that's exactly the sort of thing you do with delicate military equipment. Her journal is open on the floor beside her]

You know what would be cool? Mardi Gras. I LOVE that shit back home. I always get, like, a TON of beads and this one time I guzzled an entire keg of beer and didn't drown in my own barf. So hey, magical castle king person, can we have Mardi Gras? Pleeeeaaase?

No disasters! Score!

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

Hey, I just realized something: I turned seventeen and nothing terrible happened!

YESSS!


[ooc: mun totally failed and forgot the muse's birthday until just now, sob]

action post

[gforgreat.livejournal.com]

[CRASH]

[... Goes the wall as this thing comes through it. On it's back is a boy, dressed as an exorcist with a strangely... glowing forehead.

The creature just looks around, frantic.]

... What th' Hell?!


[ooc; INTRO FOR TIMOTHY and Tsukikami, his Innocence. Timothy is possessing an (once) Akuma (I GOT PERMISSION FOR THIS...) and Tsukikami is currently animating Timothy's body. I know it's... confusing, but his application is here and a description of his powers are there too (duh, sob).]

...five.

[just-the-cat.livejournal.com]

[So far, the cat has been successfully hiding out during his mortifying LOLCAT loss. Coraline nobly offered to let him stay in her room, so he's been there for several days, covering his chair with a thick layer of black fur that will likely take an entire lint roller to remove.

But he is not an indoor cat. Domestication disgusts him.

The idea of embarrassment has grown less threatening as he's grown more irritated with his confinement. He wants to hunt his food (wishing for mice and chasing them across the room isn't the same as stalking them through the grass). He wants to tend his claws (since Coraline's furniture is off-limits). He wants to go OUTSIDE and be FREE and all that.

So.

He's creeping down the second floor hallway on his way outside. In the evening, there shouldn't be many people about. He only has a small amount of time left on this loss. He'll avoid more capslock inanity....right?]


[OOC: WRONG! Last chance to force him to speak lolcat before his loss ends! Get your troll on! ACTION!]

1 Quarter

[noneckchump.livejournal.com]

[For anyone standing inside the lobby, they will be seeing a short three haired boy wondering around aimlessly. He's confused, lost and very VERY frustrated.

He looks all around the area and frowns bitterly. No Double-D. No Ed. No Jonny 2x4. No Plank. No Nazz. No Sarah. No Jimmy. No Rolf. No Kankers. Not even that shovel chin jerk Kevin. And further more, NO cal-de-sac. He knows something isn't right here and it only serves to annoy him more. He wants to take the journal in his hand and throw it at someone but doesn't.]

WHERE THE HECK AM I???!!!

Wave #30

[just-the-pilot.livejournal.com]

[posted earlier in the afternoon, during this thread]

If anyone's lost a brown and white puppy, there's one hanging around the kitchen.

[feel free to ignore the following baby talk. come on, it's a puppy!]

⇒ 034

[fastest.livejournal.com]

( mansion filter )

[ ooc; Open to anyone who lives in/is visiting Zelman's mansion. :> ]

Inquiry

[englishbookman.livejournal.com]

I am rather curious about something. I am aware of the fact that I've been here before, and obviously, I would have become acquainted with some of you here during one or more of those times. I'm interested in learing who those people were, and in possibly getting to know you again. I think it would be helpful to me in several ways.

If do not mind speaking on here, but if you would rather speak in person, let me know over the journal, and we'll arrange something.

(ooc this is me wanting to interact even more,and to help my boy learn a few things here and there as well lol)

Eighth Exorcism

[hakamacomplex.livejournal.com]

I was hoping to ask you fine people of The Vatican something, if you don't mind. I promise it will only be a small amount of your time.