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[it's a little late for him to be awake, but, well, he has a sort-of project now! And that means pulling all-nighters because he CAN. He has his journal open mostly for convenience, and occasionally doodles will show up along one corner of the page. Nothing specific, just stuff that passes through his mind whenever he stops to think. A dog with abnormally big ears seems to be a favorite--

-- until the line stops abruptly, and he makes an annoyed sound.]

Man, it's so dark in here, I can't even--

[and there's the characteristic click-click! of a lamp switching on. It doesn't occur to him that it's the lamp he swiped from that weird room earlier, or that he hasn't really touched it since then.

But it seems like he's remembering it quick enough, because he suddenly SHOUTS, and there's a clatter as he shoves back from... well, where his desk used to be.]

Wh-Whoa! What the--?!

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[Riza's indoors for today, scribbling in her journal while she walks from one end of each hallway to the other, pausing in front of each door briefly before moving on to the next. She doesn't seem to be paying much attention to her surroundings otherwise...

Encounter?]

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[Vanessa has two objectives in mind:

1. Find her younger brother Elliot

2. Get the hell out of here.

She’s spent a perfectly wretched ten minutes in a bedroom trying to figure out why her head is still attached to her shoulders. Like a true Nightray though she’s over gone sense for action, and with a broom in hand, she’s stalking the halls, and will challenge anyone who comes up to her.]

-46- Hit Me With Your Best Shot

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[if you guys thought the days of bloody handprints on the journal were over, think again!

with a scrambling sound, a pair of very bloody hands fumble the journal open. Faye is out of breath, and sounding more than a little freaked out and panicky, despite her best efforts]

I need help! Quickly, in town. ...Someone's been shot.


((ooc: guess what! Someone shot everyone's favorite person! The actual healing has already been planned out, but journal replies, trolling, gawking, refusing to help Griffith, stopping by to pat Faye on the back... that is all very much welcome. :3 ))

032 bullets fired

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[SOMEWHERE IN PARA, there is a bar. That bar happens to be the Death Match.

In that bar, there is an Anotsu. He's just sitting there, sipping his sake, in turn looking philosophically into his cup and watching the people around him.]

(OOC: Open post! Feel free to run into him. Uhh, I hope it's okay like this.)

jukebox selection C06 - Big Dog Foreigner

[huntersdaughter]

[she's in her apartment in the city, flipping through the journal, catching up on the day's events]

Crossword puzzle... [flips and glances up] Time for walks, kids. [said to Cooper and Alice, she shakes the leash and continues walking toward the bedroom where she figures there's a GIANT Saint Bernard asleep on her bed, aka Sam on a loss, as usual]

Blood.. oh, crap... [skims the transcript and is concerned that she hadn't noticed this earlier, and she'll make sure to read up on what happened on the walk]

C'mon, Sam time for [stops in the door way with the journal and glances up] a wa--HOLYMOTHEROF--

[drops the journal and turns around, probably turning bright red]

Sam.

Clothing.

You... need some.


[Sam's off of his giant dog loss... Jo... is shocked.]

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[ after traveling for four days, the epic adventuring squad of elves +1 midget have finally found something!

of course...it's nothing helpful. just an abandoned campsite with the remains of a fire, holes where tents used to be, and empty food wrappers. these people litter. they must be stopped B| ]

...At least this means we're heading in the right direction.

[ jr. is totally glaring at a candy wrapper, though. not exactly the breakthrough he was hoping for ]

6. Worship the literary God

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I must admit, one of the things I find I miss the most here is The Sunday Times. It was always a relaxing activity to spend the morning with a cup of tea and the crossword.

In the interests of a little light entertainment, I have taken the liberty of writing a small crossword puzzle of my own. I hope it will provide an interesting distraction for you, dear residents.

If you would like to attempt it, I have a small prize for the victor.



[ooc: Open! Crossword was created and designed by me, so sorry for any fail. Responses will obv. be slow.]

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