The highest point sum achievable with three darts is 162

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley is still uncomfortable with the idea of going into the town, so he's boycotting that festival. Instead, he's decided to wander the castle, to see if there's anyone around worth messing with.

Naturally, this means he's going to go and see if Allen and/or Arthur is around. But once he gets to the 5th floor, he notices a name is gone from a door. He stares at it for a moment, almost finding it hard to believe, before he opens his journal]

It seems Bad Girl has gone home.

[A pause, then very happily] That means I'm now officially a widower to nine people, and by Paradisa law, no longer married to anyone. This clearly requires me drinking my bodyweight in alcohol in celebration.

[Happy laugh. SO VERY, VERY, HAPPY. FREE AT FUCKING LAST] Never again. Never, ever again.

Eighth

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[Taking up all the courage he can muster...]

May...

May I have a glass of wa-

No, may I... May I have lemonade?
Please?


...!
Oh, oh thank you!
It's lemonade! It really appeared.


Thank you... Maybe. This isn't so hard. maybe.

(no subject)

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[dictated.]

Once, not all that long ago, there was a young man whose aunt just happened to be in the ownership of a large mansion. She would occasionally rent the many extra rooms out to travelers and tourists, and she had agreed to let him stay there a few nights himself while he was on holiday.

When he met with his aunt in the mansion, she handed him his key. She told him, "There is a locked storage room on your floor. You are not allowed, under any circumstances, to try to open that door." She repeated these instructions several times, insistently. The young man assumed that there must be something of great value inside... but he agreed, over and over, that he wouldn't try to open it.

When he finally made his way to his room, he passed what was unmistakably the forbidden door. There were half-a-dozen locks on the outside. He stopped, staring at it for a moment, before his curiosity got the better of him. He didn't try to open it, as promised, but instead peered through the keyhole.

He couldn't see much, but it seemed far too empty to be a storage room. To his surprise, he recognized the shape of a woman sitting still in a chair to the side. She was very thin, her hair and dress were white, and her skin was so pale that he'd almost mistaken her for a draped sheet. Her head suddenly snapped in his direction, and he stumbled away from the door. He quickly hurried off to his room without another thought. It wasn't his business, he told himself.

The next morning, he passed by the door and, curiosity gnawing at him again, decided to have one last look through the keyhole. This time, however, all he saw was red. No woman, no objects, even when he looked side to side. All he could make out was the solid color red. He became embarrassed; perhaps the woman felt his peeking was invasive and put a piece of red paper up to the keyhole.

He left the door and decided to ask his aunt about the mysterious woman. She was very reluctant to give him any answers, but eventually, she said, "A long time ago, some visitors came to stay in that room, and something terrible happened. But these people were very strange... Their entire bodies were colored white, except for their eyes, which were completely red."

Jack of Diamonds

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

Alright… I don’t remember chasing anyone with a broom or breaking any mirrors… and I never leave a coin on the bloody ground if I notice it. So whatever shadow-cursed thing decided to make my life a bloody hell can just back off. Now.

[there’s the faint, grumbling sound. ]

Burn me. I’m hungry.

[Anyone walking into the kitchen might stumble across a sullen looking young man moping at the table. Enough food for three meals has spilled all over the ground, but he’s not picking it up. Instead, he’s rolling a single die across the table and glaring at the faces as it keeps consistently rolling one pip. Pester him? Mock him? Help him successfully get food?]


[ooc: The loss continues and is starting to spread. Anyone who responds may or may not be affected if they come into the kitchen. ]

(no subject)

[junescutie.livejournal.com]

( Lady Bernkastel and Lady Lambdadelta )

So... [there's a pause as she pulls her journal closerrr. someone has been chilling out in her room] Last time there was a festival, really bad things happened after. Is that going to happen again? [SO SUPER SERIOUS, it's why she didn't go to that stinky festival :(]

(no subject)

[brbfisting.livejournal.com]

[ the journal is thrown open frantically and there's a huge smear of blood that appears in it. ]

I need medics at the west side of the forest NOW!


[ ooc: backdated to right after this. ]

also backdated to last night...

[supes]

( Tony Stark )

Twenty Four

[pocketsizedpal.livejournal.com]

Has anyone ever heard of a loss running its full week, then instead of the lossee turning back to normal...the loss changes into something else?

...No reason for asking. [Except an angry Stitchpunk who's now surging with testosterone] I'm just curious.

Sixteen shots at getting a clue - LOSS END

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

[Afternoon, Paradisa. Have some idle drumbeats. No, it's not the harsh clash of snare and cymbal, this time; just bare fingers on a tall hand drum. Eventually they're joined by words: it's the soft, sometimes cracking teenage voice of Roy Harper, age seventeen.]

No matter here, no matter near the jouuuurney's end~ No matter yet, no matter -- da da daa~ dat dadada. Hhhm.

[Some more drumbeats. When the voice comes back it's stronger, louder, and -- deeper, somehow.]

No matter, no matter where you belong, no matter so long as you hear my so-ong
No matter, no matter what you believe, no matter, no matter what I deceive...

[Pause. Comes back older, still uncertain.]

Whatever you have lost, da da dadada daa... whatever you remember, you blame on me. Whatever I can answer to the charges you make, whatever truth I teach, you will belieeeeve...

[Up tempo! Louder, faster, angrier. Sound familiar yet?]

I open the door to the web of control! And I open your eyes to the cage of the soul! And I offer the power to choose youur way! When the tyrants playing wiiith your puppetstrings have judged it time to carry you awaaaaaaaaay!


[Yep. Roy's been restored to his badass full-grown self by the awesome power of cowboy folksong.

He's in the courtyard, folks. Eyes shut, belting it out, totally focused. Somebody get this man a microphone.]



((Folksong: Final Ride. Roy's singing voice, incidentally, was also heard via Crowley's journal back here. And he doesn't know that yet - or who the other singer is.))

Six Buttons

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

Sometimes...I wish I didn't take stuff in my world for granted. In...a place from my world, everyone was better. And I wish some of them never find out about it, either. Sure, it wasn't my fault that one of them turned out to be mute... [Isn't going to mention who it is because she feels bad enough that Wybie already knows] Or if one actually had a real mouse circus...

They weren't all bad, though. Most of them saved my life in that world...even though they paid the price in the end. [Another sigh] If I learned anything from being in that place, running for my life with the weight of saving my parents on my shoulders, it's the fact that nobody's perfect, and really, the Other versions of people are just what's inside, in their heart.

The Other Mother can't create anything. She can only twist and copy something that already exists. And I was stupid to actually fall for it the first time

...It won't ever happen again.  [There is a small, barely audible a sniffle; whether it's from the remains of her cold or something else...who knows]

 

Everything will change

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

Who: Matt Murdock, Elektra Natachios, and Mama Jyuu Ukitake Jyuushiro
What: Ukitake finally meeting that man Elektra tells no one about.
When: August 22nd; morning/afternoon?
Where: Ukitake's room
Rating: PG? I'll update as needed.

( But love remains the same )

#11 - a gas leak: the silent killer

[holydamnitxmas.livejournal.com]

[Weighted Companion Cube]

I have those recordings for you. Are you still in the same hallway, or did somebody move you?

[/Weighted Companion Cube]

[with that out of the way, Rusty gets started on his other New Spiffy Science Project ... the package of nanomachines that Abel sent him to test. he inspects the little sample under a microscope, scribbles down a few notes:]

- Cross-shaped
- No response to organic dissolution methods
- Freaking TINY

[once that's out of the way, he picks up a tape recorder and loads it up with a fresh tape, clicking it on.]

Journal number one. Anyone who finds these tapes will clearly agree that I am a freaking genius, for TODAAAAY? I had the flash of insight to kill two scientifically methodical birds with one proverbial stone! I am going to test the progress of my Brand New Top Secret Machine by subjecting it to the whims of this Mysterious Sample. [and yes, all Words In Caps are said in a cloyingly obvious tone. Hey Look At Dr. Venture! He Is Doing SCIENCE.]

I will begin by dividing the Mysterious Sample into two groups, and then adding Group A to the production vat of my Brand New Top Secret Machine.

[he scuffles over to another corner of the lab, and faint beeping comes over the journal. there's some rustling, and a faint "ploonk"]

For future reference, the entire petri dish is NOT supposed to end up in the production va--- o-ho! What have we HERE? The sample is already having a visible effect on the material in the production vat! It's .... ooh. Ew. ... I don't think that's supposed to wrinkle like that.

Or ...

Uh.

...

[he makes a quiet, but profoundly disturbed sound, and the beeping turns into a flatline]


... Well, I guess THAT isn't going to work. [clicks off the recorder]

『～the second case～』 room filter

[princessofmoe.livejournal.com]

( Room Filter... eventually. )

Numbing the Pain (action, open)

[kingpendragon.livejournal.com]

[His majesty has had a headache for some time now due to his problems with Arthur. He's trying to find a balance-he doesn't want to get so drunk that he can't think straight, but he is getting enough of the liquid in him to dull the pain and try to forget. It's not the fine wine he is used to, but it does its job, and that's all he cares about. He's still at the bar right now, but he's definately starting to show the effects of a few too many drinks. When he finally does leave, not wanting to push it any further, he's slightly awkward on his feet, and if you talk to him, he might slur a little when he answers.]

(ooc I realized he had to get slightly drunk pretty soon or he wouldn't be Uther lol. Sooo typical of him, have a problem, get drunk and forget it lol. )