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[supes]

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(no subject)

[true-superboy.livejournal.com]

[Prime is floating waaay up there in the sky. He's got his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes are focused down on City Royale.

He's kind of lost in his own thoughts at the moment, but any skyward bound peoples can feel free to disturb him]

twenty-two strikes

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[the journal falls open to catch the sounds of someone... well... raiding the clinic. Crashing, clattering, muffled grunts of pain.

he's trying to work as quickly as his wounds will allow, so there is a chance that his presence will be missed. If someone does come across him, however... there is a man, half-covered in horrific burns, digging through the medical supplies. The entirety of his left arm is charred, lesser burns radiating out from there. Had this been a normal circumstance, he should have been confined to a burn unit where he would stay for several weeks. Instead, he is fighting off shock and clumsily collecting gauze and medication with his one functioning arm, plus whatever else he thinks might come in handy for long-term burn care, and shoving it into all into a small duffel bag.

and that look in his eyes? ...nothing but crazy.]


((ooc: oh god, open to anyone in and around the clinic. ...If you dare. dated some time after this. D:))

016;

[imnotjenkins.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[and for those of you going through the lobby today, you'll find this guy stopped there, experimentally rolling his shoulder and moving his arm]

...Huh, weird. My arm keeps clicking.

[[ooc; BECAUSE IT STARTED TO HEAL NOT THAT GREAT DURING THE PLOT. Yeah he missed that football game because of A TRAGIC INJURY THAT I HAD NO TIME TO WRITE OUT. tragic being like, the barest on shoulder injuries because I'm so effing cool]]

as they dragged me to my feet, i was filled with incoherence

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Who: Asuka & Zelman
What: making sure the ladyfriend is okay. quelling copious amounts of rage.
When: backlogged to immediately after shit went down.
Where: somewhere in Zelman's mansion.
Rating: PG-13, with swearing and burninating and crazytalk.

( theories of conspiracy; the whole world wants my disappearance. )

-45

[enjoythe_ride]

[Bela is down at the Magick Box II, doing her usual work to try and keep herself busy. Inventory, stocking the shelves, making sure everything's in order -- the usual -- and doing her best not to think about everything else that's been going on lately. Back home compartmentalizing was what got her through the day, but here it just makes things more complicated, because things here are so very complicated.

But that's a story for another day.

Her journal is open on the counter across from her, and occasionally will pick up a snippet of her voice as she walks by]

... Out of those luck charms ...

[feel free to distract her]


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

loss, day one; current hair color: mud brown.

[moancryn-howl.livejournal.com]

[for the past several hours, those who dwell in the Gaudium Tower and observers from the town may have observed that apparently there is a small localized thunderstorm hovering around said tower - the top floor, to be exact, although rain is of course pouring down from the small localized cloud cluster and may indeed be affecting you.

someone's hair is absolutely hideous today, brown and lank and greasy, and there's a wizard in a snit. he's doing his best to control himself though, because without that we wouldn't have dramatic buildup throughout the week, and he's trying everything he possibly can on his hair to do... something. anything. but nothing is working.

eventually he comes over to bitch in the journal.]

I thought monsters and aliens were bad... but I could take horrid demons, I could take mind control, better than I could take this! For God's sake, is there no depth this awful building won't sink to?!

You would think that some things could be sacred! That there would be some things you could rely on! The sun rises in the morning, you drop something and it falls, oh... you wake up with your hair how you styled it the night before! But no. NO. Oh, no, not here.

On that note, I won't be seeing anyone today! So sorry if you were hoping to meet with me, or even catch a glimpse of me on the street. No. I won't be going out.

Donations of delicious baked goods or consolation cards may be made to the Gaudium Tower, room 1920. And a good day to all of you, I hope you're enjoying yourselves while I suffer here... I hope you're all enjoying yourselves! [getting kind of shrill there.

...aaand journal slam. he'll answer in a bit, when he's calmed down marginally.]

what is this

[payback.livejournal.com]

Who: Rin cutest_avenger and Legato endthem! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. How does this even happen. Potentially other people at the outpost if things get insane and start banging around and people wake up. Don't make her take this guy on alone if he gets feisty. D: - aaaaaaand we're bringing in Yuki Nagato errataentity for healing! And Jilly tehoniongirl does a visit.
What: Legato bustin' all up in the outpost. Needing burn treatment. And a room. And some serious mental help. And possibly a hug, if anyone was brave enough.
When: Early morning, September 19th, no one sane is awake. After this.
Where: Powered zone outpost. LUCKY RIN
Rating: IDEK. I'm going to go with T/PG-13 and potentially higher, for Legato.

( I don't even )

(no subject)

[madetobe.livejournal.com]

( Colette )

( Room filter )

(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

[backdated to early in the morning when the sun rises; over the journal]

Ahhh..? Dawn already? That's the third time already...

[he yawns, closing a book shut. There is a click of a bedside lamp, and a thump on the bed for a moment before he rolls off the bed]

Didn't think I'd read for that long...

✧ one | audio

[vigilantisms.livejournal.com]

[The journal lays open where he's sitting, patiently waiting for him to notice. Eventually, he spots it as he looks around in vague but controlled confusion. A brief skim through the pages and, finding nothing of importance, he tosses it in some random corner.

He never did like books anyway.

And it seems that the entry stops there, but the journal is persistent and wants his attention, damn it, and wedges itself neatly into his belt as he's already walked out to explore his new surroundings. The audio begins again as he takes the book and opens it with a sigh.]

Well, if that's not a sign that this thing's important, I don't know what is.

Let's see-

[Shuffle shuffle shuffle]

-okay, that didn't help. So what are the chances that Flynn knocked me out and this is some weird dream?

[ooc | Putting up a post while essay-ing is totally cool mmkay.]

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

[she sounds. so angry. I don't even.

backdated to shortly after this.]

( private )

[^ the above was retroactively filtered to private about half an hour after it was written.

deep breath.]

( healers, especially those who use magic, and those involved with the outpost project, and those at the outpost )

( Yoshiya )

[journal slam.

if your character responds with an offer to do healing, let's work out if you want to tag into the log! :D

okay, we have Yuki for healing. ♥ thanks y'all!]

Sixty Sixth Song

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

( Caritas Employees )

─ eighty-six

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( private )

( leroy )

( damian )

( julian )

( father abel )

( castiel-san )

( friends )

Even if that last world we were sent to turned out the way it did, it made me realize I don't have many hobbies here. Work doesn't count as one, I don't think. There's the baking club (which is still open to new members, so please join!) but I don't even watch TV here. Are there stations that air anything or are we just left with the theater and whatever movies are there and in the library?

I want to do something different! Maybe art? Actually, I was never good at that, ehehe... oh! A language?!

Does anyone have any suggestions?


[ ooc: FFFFFFFF. i must zip out to the store. I WILL REPLY ASAP. ]

(no subject)

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Who: Tex and Maine
What: Having an encounter with each other. And a locker.
When: Backdated to some point in the school plot, post-Maine's fight.
Where: Your average school hallway.

( Tex and Maine. This'll end well. )

Give Me All Your Shiny Things [Action/Text]

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

[For those who care to look there is a nice little blip written in the journals, because Bishamon has not yet figured out filters.]

I find myself feeling like a child's doll, the way this castle plays with us. It set us in a different world, gave his new clothes, even fixed my eyes for a short time - like an mother repainting the eyes after they have been worn after being put through a child's harsh handlings. And indeed our dollhouse is well manufactured, our owner carefully providing us with all we wish to keep us happy - perhaps even docile? We seem to retain much autonomy here, but through the tales I have heard and my own short experiences I some what question that. After all, it took something from us, as if we asked to be brought here. What else might it take? 

Something to consider in my prolonged stay, and for future... study.

[And now, after that is written for him to later muse on, he finds himself sitting out in the gardens - but not as a man, but as an overly large golden crow. Not perhaps this is not very interesting... until one realizes said crow has three legs, not two, and its eyes hold far more intelligence than any crow, golden or not, ever should have.

Bishamon, for himself, found it a useful way of... not spying, but learning things not lightly said.

And it also left him terribly open to poking.]

[ooc: Respond to either the journal entry or to him in action - whichever works for you :)  the journal is with him as he sits, so he can respond, or feel free to poke the overly-large crow - make it move cause it has your seat, feed it a cracker, etc.]

9

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

[There's a cyborg in the kitchen fiddling around with his his arm. That's not strange at all for Paradisa, but it is for Hank. He's sitting there, not really touching his arm, but watching as it twists and contorts into new forms and devices.


One of said devices is quite obviously a weapon, which throws Hank off. Unfortunately, curiosity killed the cat.


Or in this case, the fridge.


Which has now been reduced to melted slag by an orange, fiery stream of plasma.]



... ah.



[ooc: loss continues!]

[Written - Fail Filter]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[He had meant to filter this, but his hand brushed the ink as he wrote and broke the filter. Oops.]

It is hard to think that even though I am in a new place, the year continues to turn the same as ever. In three days time - the 22nd of this month as I have come to know is the translation of days from my world to this (thank you Castle library) - I shall turn 276. It is... difficult to imagine I should reach this age. Though it does make me wonder if when I am sent back I will still be 276 (or whatever age I might be once the Castle releases me) or will I be considered 275 once more?

It is probably not the best idea to give myself a headache days from by birth day with such a thought, is it? Just plan to enjoy some wine, and pray the Castle does nothing ridiculous.

Creepin'

[heirdom]

[Bored bored bored bored –– oh wait he has a better idea.

Let's play Stalk Random People, and see how how obvious he has to be and how long it takes before they notice.

Sounds fun.]

$0.20

[balancethebooks.livejournal.com]

[Timothy has been sort of keeping to himself, lately, since the whole alien thing. he's decided the best way to deal with the fallout of this castle-driven crap is to just stay out of everyone's way, and do his work and stay in his office in town, while they all get "back to normal". he needs to trigger someone's last nerve like he needs a hole in the head, after all.

so he busies himself with work, both legal and the scant bits of otherwise that come through.

when he catches up with the journals, this morning, and finds out that Misa's gone home, he can't help but slam a hand down on his desk in frustration. there's a long moment of silence, and then ...]

Well, there goes the fucking neighborhood.

I guess it's official.

[Nathan Ford]

May I talk to you, when you've got a moment?

[/Nathan]

♣ ???] the truth job (40th)

[verydistinctive.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Nathan Ford )

( Team Leverage )

[Everyone that was in his Gym Class]

Any of you that want your certificates for passing that Fitness test. I woke up with a stack of them next to my bed this morning.

---

𝜩 eleven

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

Town Filter, backted to just after this encounter.

[That had been entirely too much trouble for what it was worth. What was supposed to be an easy target turned out to be a nuisance, and his weapon was entirely useless. USELESS. Meta had figured there should have been a way to disengage it from the body, but it seemed instead to be incorporated, inseparable, and, once disconnected from the rest of the body, apparently, completely and utterly useless.]

[It's a long, slow trek back to the castle, grumbling periodically in lingering frustration, the Ais all distant and sullen in his head. Then, however, there's a little flurry of activity, and Meta pulls the journal out again, flipping to – where was it? What page? Ah, yes … this page.]

[The frustrated rumblings slip into a purr, and echo into the journal as he makes his way through the dark and empty town streets.]

(no subject)

[branbronzan.livejournal.com]

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I'm hopin' they're right when they say we get sent back home ta tha same time we left from. Brewfest started today, and I'm not about ta miss it just because o' some kidnappin' magic castle.

[That said, he begins to sketch something...but it quickly derails into nothing but a few squiggles.]

What tha...

[He tries again. Nothing.]

...I was gonna sketch out a map o' tha places I'd seen around tha grounds an' ask if I missed anythin'. ...I don't suppose there's some magic makin' this place unmappable. [He doesn't like the thought of the other answer.]

(no subject)

[magicpanties.livejournal.com]

[out in the city, there's a seedy bar frequented by those who enjoy cheap booze and gambling

and out of place there is a teenage girl dressed in flashy blue silk cape and hat, playing poker against all of those gruff-looking men.... and all of their caisos? are currently in front of her

the journal picks up her voice as she talks to them]

Come on now. Don't you have anything else to bet? If not, then make room for the next guys.

[and then a gruff-sounding voice]

All I've got left is the clothes on my back.

Ew. I don't want that.

Next~!


[[open over the journal or in person~

hope you're prepared to lose money if it's in person, though]]

(no subject)

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

( Vereesa )

Step 16: Recovery

[kaeru-jyanai.livejournal.com]

[Michael is in the main hall, sitting at a chair, the journal open beside him, though he's not paying attention to it. Instead he's muttering to himself a bit.]

I'm not shy, just because I don't go out of my way to meet people.... That's not the same at all, really....

[There's a long pause and he grumbles, finally directing his attention to the journal.]

I have a question... what do people do here? After they've settled in. I know some people find jobs, but are there any other organizations?