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Thirteenth

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[Lost, as the castle has condemned him to be, Sora slipped from an unknown room to wander the halls. He wears his Paradisa High sweat jacket over a matching tee, which dangle off his frame like a tent. As he wanders he hugs the journal to his chest and rubs his eyes dazedly with his free hand. His voice is groggy and weak- after all, he had been ill before this growing-up business had reared its ugly head.]

...Is everything over now?

{ trauma thirty-seven }

[a-morris-md.livejournal.com]

[muttered unhappily]

Bye, Claire.

[he WAS going to complain about how being back in high school sucked major brass and he is so glad to be back to normal, but Peter's announcement about Claire's leaving has soured his mood. He'll be grabbing some beer and trudging to the game room now]

8

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

[There's the sound of what seems to be someone speaking urgently, becoming louder and louder as the voice gets closer to the journal.]

Oh, God-- my face . . . can't feel anything-- what's...

Terri? Terri, are you in here?!

Can't breathe-- My arm... good lord, my arm! what happened...?

[It's at this point Hank catches his reflection in a mirror. There's silence for a moment, followed by a drawn out yell.

Anyone on floor 3 are likely to hear this, especially as he barges into the hallway.]

This isn't me! Where am I?!

Hello? Anyone?!

(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to:

-People who aren't evil
-People who don't want to hurt others needlessly
-People who aren't on the Peace Patrol watch list (you know who you are)]

Well, I think it's clear that the castle isn't going to stop it's crap any time soon. And by "crap," I'm generally referring to "do things to get us killed."

We have a group here called the Peace Patrol. Before you ask, I didn't come up with the name, but it's stuck. The membership's dwindled with the leaving of the residents, so consider this a recruitment drive. If you want to help save people, if you want to be more organized in the event of a dinosaur rampage or sky pirate attack, if you want to see some more justice up in this place, then shoot me a line.

Wanna join? Or got a question? Filter back under the same filter, or to "Tony Stark." You can also shoot me a line at 555-8669. Or you can drop by the Peace Patrol headquarters... just take the elevator down to the basement level. I was even nice enough to replace the "B" button with a "PP" one, just to make it easier.

[he pauses a moment, then, his tone more serious] This castle isn't a safe place. But I want to make it as safe as possible. Please, if you can, help me with that.



[Doctors of the Time Lord variety]

I'm going to need some help from you. Got a minute?



[Rin]

I've got everything designed for a hot air.... well, more of a dirigible. Do you have any idea how much work it takes to get a design without any electronics? Well, no, probably not. But regardless, it's done.

Also got the sensory equipment for the powered outposts. Working on defenses for both powered and non-powered sides still.

Get me some extra hands and I can start constructing what I've got designed, though.



[this, ladies and gents, is Tony Stark: at least he never complains that he's bored]

(no subject)

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

Who: Yuki Nagato (errataentity and the Fifth Doctor (cricketycricket)
What: Kyon has left.
When: Today.
Where: The castle.
Rating: G

( 心だけ彷徨って立ち尽くした )

011;

[nishimono.livejournal.com]

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[there's a small sigh as she exhales, looking up into the sky from her quaint spot in the gardens. That's right peeps the castle dropped her off near you when the world changed 8| her journal's open and lying beside her though as she idly flips through pages]

I suppose in the end I wasn't able to find what I was looking for.

[[ooc; open/dictated]]

005

[withoutablade.livejournal.com]

( Private )

To those who would be concerned by our absence, Halloween and I will be departing within the hour for the outpost upon the lake. I do not know how long we shall be gone, but we shall keep our journals upon our persons for the duration if we are needed.

If there is anyone who wishes to accompany us, make haste. We will not wait for you any longer than we already intend to.

[ And of course, he's not saying who he is. He's the Prince of Persia: you should already know.

The Prince is already all packed up and ready to go, of course, with his satchel of goods at his side as he sits upon the front steps of the castle, waiting for Halloween to move her tiny ass. He does sigh a little, though, turning his head away from the journal so his voice becomes faint. ]

...it will be a relief to be away from this cursed place. If only for a time.

(ooc: Open as always! All threads will take place before they set off, but if anyone else wants to come along on the trek, they're more than welcome. )

(no subject)

[tough-teacher.livejournal.com]

 [Someone doesn’t know about filters. So the entire castle is being treated to Izumi's note-taking and speculating.]

• “needs” people. --Power source? Possible connection to the Philosopher’s Stone?

• “wishes”-loss as compensation? Or something else? What about equivalent exchange? [An arrow is drawn to the line about the Philosopher’s stone.]

• Different world, time stops at home. [A line is drawn linking this bullet with the one below it. Off to the side she’s scribbled “similarities to The Gate?”]

• Loss-entrance fee? What is mine?

[She taps her pen against the journal a few times before sighing and muttering to herself.]
And if it’s not alchemy, what is it?

( Clinic Filter )

?44

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Sweets is in the kitchen, fixing lunch with the journal open next to him as he does. He's making ... a heck of a sandwich, with lots of different ingredients spread out across the counter. he's in a sub sandwich kind of mood]

You know, I always found the levels of high school psychology fascinating, however I can't say I wanted to go back there and actually study first hand. Reminds me why I wanted to get through high school so quickly when I was younger. Though I should probably be grateful that they didn't put me at the actual age that I was when I was in high school.

[a beat]

Though the alien invasion was a nice touch.

[Open, either over the journal or in person. Have at him.]

9 – Picking up the Pieces – 9

[onemanshort.livejournal.com]

[the journal picks up the sounds of metal on metal, the occasional bangs and clinks of a mechanic at work, before Kaylee looks over and realizes the journal is open]

*Shen-me? Now when did you get there?

[an oily thumbprint appears on the corner of the page as she pulls it close. She tries to wipe it away, but only succeeds in smearing it before she gives up]

Not that I’m in all that trustin’ a mood, when it comes to the castle, but if this’s open I guess I’ve got a question.

Lot of you folks’ve been around here longer’n me. Is this just what you expect? World goes transformin’ itself and then the monsters come pourin’ in? ‘Cause after two of these… three if you count them raptors on that rollercoaster… I’m figurin’ stayin’ in one place is good enough for me. Least until we find a way to get back home, proper-like.

*Sorry?/Excuse me?

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( Bart )

( Tony Stark )

ｘｘｖｉ

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( tim )

dictated

[newgothamoracle.livejournal.com]

[Barbara is in the kitchen, her journal open on the counter as she peruses the fridge]

Anyone know how the kitchen's refrigerator gets stocked?

[for now, she just pulls out some lunch meat; unobstructed by the refrigerator, it's clear the her clothes are stained and sooty, her fingers are nicked, and her face is flushed; she smells of ash and sweat, fire and chemicals]

001

[sargesfavorite.livejournal.com]

AHHHHH- [/thud. Wall, meet armor.

groaning and somebody getting up.

Wait. A minute.] The fuck happened to the- Guys! Guy! [oh god] Where the hell am I? How’d I end up in a room after all of that?! Sarge, sir? ...Grif?

Hello!?

eins.

[lostbirth.livejournal.com]

[ on a bench somewhere outside sits the man with snow white hair, garnet eyes focused on the text material in his hands, some novel on Wagner. ]

...

[ the man is silent, a soft smile on his face as another crisp page is flipped. ]

^{[[ooc: open.]]}

⊕ .001 caliber

[neverplays]

[she’s dropped to the ground, seemingly from nowhere at all, still slightly stunned and feeling as if she’d been kicked in the teeth... literally]

Mmphfh... [words are barely mumbled as she tries to right herself to her feet, the sound of her boots scuffing the tiled floor, send small squeaks into the air. her hand reaches toward nothing as she tries to regain the focus in her eyes, shutting them tight and trying to open them to something that wasn’t wherever she was.]

What the fuck...? [is pretty much the best thing she can think of as she slowly rises to her feet, sliding her hands up the wall as she stands up, using it for support]

Which one of you... [but she’s alone and she’s definitely not sure what happened. Her hand goes to check for trauma to the back of her head, wondering if that shelf knocked her harder than she thought]

...shit. [goes to the window, assuming she’s been kidnapped and is waiting for her execution - but when she tests the window - it opens... and she’s stunned] Stupid fuckers. [shakes her head... and drops out the window, starting to run in the dark of night, probably into more than a few ‘helpful’ people]


[forward dated to when it's dark outside in Paradisa - 10:45PM sounds good]

Ten Buttons

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

[Good evening, Paradisians! You are going to be awakened by a sharp, piercing scream belonging to Coraline as she shoots straight up in bed, gasping]

[For awhile, all you can hear is her deep, shaky breaths as she tries to calm herself. Then, ever so quietly:]

Oh... god... not again...

[There's an exhausted sigh, and then silence as she buries her face in her hands]

[ooc: this was posted at night, kay? Feel free to sleepily  ask what's wrong, or yell at her to close the journal. :3]

(no subject)

[selenoscape.livejournal.com]

[There's a muffled rustling sound as Estelle sits up.] Ah... Yuri? Everyone? [Silence. Presumably, Estelle is struggling to get her bearings.] This doesn't look like anything I've seen in Terca Lumireis... Where-- Oh! What's this? [More rustling as Estelle picks up the journal.] A book? [Now, the sound of turning pages.] I don't recognize any of these letters... But this book doesn't look old at all. How strange...

I'm 32 flavors and then some...

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[Jilly’s been busy today. Seems the castle saw fit to put some additional things in their room when it changed everything back to normal, and she’s going through, trying to see if any other surprises have popped up]

Well, the painting I finished in art class made it here. I’ll be grateful for that. But I’m kind of wondering why there’s a fish tank with some sea-horse type creature suddenly in my room. Not that I mind… it’s pretty cute… but it wasn’t there before we left? It’s name seems to be Ricky.

[a rustling sound as she goes to hang up something in the closet]

You know… the week was pretty terrible at the end. But if I had to pick between my first time being a teenager and the Paradisa version, I’d actually have to pick the Para-

...oh.

[stopping suddenly as her fingers brush up against a long brown coat. What the-? She knows whose this is… and it shouldn’t be in her room]

( Rose )

[some time later] Um… has anyone seen Rose Tyler around? I think some of our things got mixed up… somehow. [she can guess… but right now she’s hoping someone’s seen her]

002

[outofthebelfry.livejournal.com]

[Sometime around midnight last night, Bruce Wayne (aliases: Matches Malone, Batman) bursts out of a supply closet on the first floor, in a cloud of fine rainbow glitter. He is nude, and completely covered in glitter. Not even an inch of uncovered skin. If you're around at that late hour, you may get to enjoy the view, before he makes his hasty escape back up to his room. It's the next day when he finally announces his presence in the journal, and even that is...]

( Locked to Batfamily. )

[And after that, he can be found in the gym, as promised, beating the stuffing out of a punching bag, the lingering specks of glitter on his skin making him sparkle under the bright lights.]

⇒ 037

[fastest.livejournal.com]

“Then one of the twelve, called Judas Iscariot, went unto the chief priests,

And said unto them, What will ye give me, and I will deliver him unto you? And they covenanted with him for thirty pieces of silver.”

Tell me, tell me... How much did they pay? How much was your soul worth? How much was mine?

( eight )

[regulare.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm alive! If anyone cares. Not that most do--oh Alistair, the skills you possess using the magical book, simply marvelous! [ he stops, and facepalms, really he's talking to himself, great way to start an entry man ]

I think that little... adventure made me actually miss spending weeks on end banished to the kitchens of the monastery and that wasn't fun. Really! The head cook was a crabby old bag and the servants weren't that nice either, though I am pretty sure they were ordered to be horrible, I swear I heard her yelling at the one of the elves for days when he let me raid the larder that one time. He was never nice to me after that.

[ pause ] But that's not the point, the point is that she was a horrible woman and made my life hell and for at least three days I missed her--and the musty smell of a weeks worth of clothes thrown into the well.

[ that said he stares at the journal for a little bit ]

I hope I can finish that camping trip sometime, I like camping, it's fun. [ and normal, well as normal as it can be with the group he travels with ]

(no subject)

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☠ 003

[molotov]

[now that the world is normal(?) again, Molotov has decided to actually leave the castle for the first time, and go down into the city. after making a rough mental sketch of the city's layout, she heads for bright lights and music, only to wind up inside Caritas. taking a seat at the bar, Molotov lights up a cigarette and looks at the stage for a moment.

wait.

this is karaoke.




she should have just gone to the Death Match]



[OOC: VERY VERY OPEN!]

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[fuckupjunes.livejournal.com]

( Inaba kids )

[ and Dojima is pretty much elated to be back in his middle aged body thank you very much (because having a daughter only a few grades below you is fucked up). he's celebrating in the kitchen with a can of beer and a cigarette, leaning against the counter with a hand through his hair. He hates this place. And you are welcome to join him. ]

𝜯 ten

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

Wilderness Filter

[Meta may look relaxed outwardly, sitting on the stump, journal open on his lap, unmoving as he records the more interesting dictated entries into his audio logs for future reference. Beneath the surface, however, under the helmet, the AIs are all but still. Speculation, anticipation, and strategy. Giddyness and a resounding, malicious patience.]

[At this point he was only paying peripheral attention to Amy, seemingly to have forgotten her at the moment. He purred, deeply, as something in the journal caught his attention. ]

[His guard was down. Or, it was misdirection. It could also be that he just didn't believe Rory to be any sort of challenge, and hardly worth the effort of posturing. Whatever the driving force behind it, that was the scene that Rory would find.]