♬ the pianoman's ninth song ♬

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[Larry's cool with the castle, really he is. But there's this thing called 'free time' and when he has too much of it he thinks. A lot. All of these thoughts of how open-ended his stay is going to be here in Paradisa has him thinking about his son. And missing him. A lot. Clearly he needs more to do with his time, because working two nights a week isn't enough to keep him distracted.]

[This is something he'll make a quick note of as he sits here outside the castle...]

To Do
Find a second job?

[He's trying to enjoy the cool fall morning, trying to find some silver lining, and trying to keep his distance from the younger generation that lives here. Because seeing them reminds him more of his son, and that just makes it hurt a hell of a lot more.]

[So he's sitting here. Outside the castle. Quietly. He should probably be bugged. ....He may also be tapping at his open journal in his lap as though it's a piano. And humming.]


[forward dated to morning.]

(no subject)

[khaji-da.livejournal.com]

[Jaime is standing up on the roof looking out at the city]

Go back to High School was pretty fun. Well..not the evil alien invasion thing. That was just crazy.

[Pause while his suit speaks to him. He's not crazy.]

Yeah, I know. And I'm glad to have you back.

8. Prevention is better than cure

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

( Sora )

( Coraline and Jilly )

[There's a very helpful voice dictating through the journals today, well-meaning and polite.]

I've noticed there are a lot of dog-owners in the castle, and I thought you may want to take advantage of today.

For you see, September 25th is traditionally the day veterinary practices offer free rabies vaccinations!

Better safe than sorry.

(no subject)

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[it's just another night in the castle courtyard... another night where one (1) Zelman seems intent on writing all over the walkways in chalk. in Latin. because that's how he feels like rolling at the moment.

for anyone who can actually figure out Latin, it looks kind of like he's writing out the contents of an encyclopedia or something. it's snatches of things on all sorts of random topics, in vaguely alphabetical order.

at least he's not taking up the walkway with dominoes this time?]



[[ooc: open post is very open. ;D]]

(no subject)

[inkyprophet.livejournal.com]

[6 has been doing phenomenally well, despite not having a body. in fact, with the way he's been wandering around, you'd think this was preferable to his body. he may be green, glowing, and somewhat transparent... but he doesn't look awkward or shuffle-y at all.

instead, he's been ghosting through the library. sometimes he walks on top of tables, sometimes he floats a few inches off the ground, but he generally seems to be having a nice time looking at everything. anyone want to check out the little 7-inch soul that's poking around?]


[[ooc: his loss has started. :3]]

95.0

[encryptedlock]

( Private )

[And if anyone wants to catch him on his way down to Stark's vehicle hangar, now's the time.]

lawd...

[compete.livejournal.com]

[ at 12 noon the doors and windows inside the ballroom unlock on their own and slowly open. holy guacamole, FRESH AIR IN DAAAAYS. the victims inside are free to stop and stare at the open doors... and resist to face palm themselves AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT. ]

[ HOW DOES IT FEEL, being sane again? feels good, man. the castle is sure you'll remember those days of rocking out to your alter ego and look back at them... fondly?? ]


[ and residents chilling outside the doors are free to WTF at everyone and everything. ]


[ ooc: LOSS OVER. NO SECTIONS THIS TIME AND GRAB SOME MORE RANDOM CRRRRR. THANK YOU COOL GUYS SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING IN THIS TRASH LOSS LKSFJWEOIURWEKR residents will have their powers back and are free to just... leave and go shower or something. /goes to backtag ]

XXXV

[shotapope]

I know it's b-been a little while, and that the th-things that happen here aren't v-very reflective of t-truth most the time but.... Is s-school really l-like that? N-not the part where p-p-people got i-infected and stuff... but the o-other parts. How d-do people learn properly in that k-kind of environment at a y-young age? It would be v-very hard to get e-explanations.

6

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Written in big, bold, thick black marker]

9/24 PILLOW WAR NEVER FORGET

Bugs Bunny starred in 166 cartoons from 1940 to 1964

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[You can tell the temperature is starting to get cooler when Crowley abandoned his usual lounging spot by the lobby doors in favour of a seat further into the room. He's currently got a game of Risk set up on a table, his journal open beside him]

Okay, ladies, gentlemen and others, I'm taking bets as to how many hours it will take those idiots trapped in the ballroom to finally manage to do one of their number in. Closest guess to the hour when the first casualty falls wins.

Come on, if the castle's making people act ridiculous, you might as well make a profit out of it. And by 'you' I of course mean 'me'.

[Written later]
Erica - 4 hours
Faye - 6 hours
Coraline - 7 hours
Spike - 10 hours

Allen - 120 hours (no deaths)

jukebox selection C09 - Ridin' the Storm Out REO Speedwagon

[huntersdaughter]

[once more, she's back at the castle, trying to deal with this 'interesting' loss]

I know there's people here that have these special abilities and all that, but were you all born with them? 'Cause I kinda woke up with them, since the castle has a hilarious sense of humor.

It's just hard to adjust. I'm wondering if anyone has any tips?

First Labor [Dictated, since the little monkey can't write or read]

[monkey-age.livejournal.com]

[Here, Paradisa. Have a rather puzzled monkey-boy poking his head around a corner somewhere in the castle. He's not sure where he is, or how he got there, but he sure knows where he isn't. He's not on Oron, and he's not on the Argonaut. To Age, that means that wherever he is, it isn't Home. He runs up and down the hallway, feeling the floor beneath his feet. "Definitely not the Argonaut..." he thinks to himself. Nearby, a journal with his name printed on it lays open. Struck by the mysterious appearance of the alien device, Age picks it up, and sniffs it. He doesn't recognize the smell, but it doesn't look dangerous. Not knowing what else to do, Age shouts, he's looking for a specific someone who's decidedly not here, but he doesn't know that yet.]


DHIANEILA!!!! WHERE ARE YOU??????

[If you're pretty much anywhere in the castle, you'll likely hear Age like he's standing right next to you, shouting in your ear. When he doesn't feel Dhianeila's familiar telepathic voice reply to him, Age sits down. Wherever she is, he's gonna wait for her.]

Wave #32

[just-the-pilot.livejournal.com]

( Serenity Crew )

43 -- Falling

[so-catless.livejournal.com]

[she really thought she knew what she was going to say, and the words were just going to come right out. Instead, she ends up doodling leaf shapes in her journal for a while, until she's used each of her crayon colors]


( Mat )

[she almost shuts her journal, but one more filter comes to mind]

( Lorne )

...At least it's pretty, this time.

011 Locks Picked

[everborrowing.livejournal.com]

[After one and a half weeks being human, someone is very happy to be back to their nimble-fingered self. To celebrate, Tas decided to devote himself to re-exploring the castle… and no place is sacred. Kitchen cabinets, lockers, rooms. There’s no telling what might have changed since the last time he went wandering. So, horn-rimmed glasses on his nose (having relocated them in one of his pouches), he’s making his rounds. He wasn’t really intending on intruding… just taking a peek… but with all the interesting people around here it was only a matter of time before something in the rooms caught his attention.]

( Reno’s Room )

[And, suddenly, the 6th floor hallways is rocked by an explosion, smoke billowing out from Reno’s door. There’s a crash as something falls… and silence. Do you dare to investigate?]

(no subject)

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

Okay, it's been bothering me for days. Why would anyone make non-alcoholic beer? That's like making low-fat chips or something. [he shudders at the thought]

At least no one is dumb enough to make those abominations.

(no subject)

[alucloset.livejournal.com]

[normally he'd be a bit more quiet and subtle about having escaped from his captors' immediate attentions. one look at this place tells Vlad, though, that he's not in the Ottoman Empire anymore. people wear strange clothing- nothing like what the Turks wear, nothing like the ripped, dirty rags he wears, nothing like what his father or mother or brother wore. in fact, the building calls to mind a distant echo of his home. the longer the bruised, badly-beaten boy explores, the braver he gets, until he's finally holding his head up high and glaring suspiciously at everything he sees that he doesn't recognize.]

[of course, it's possible that he's the subject of a cruel joke, but... perhaps God has finally answered his calls?]


((OOC: Tinycard is a go! He's always been a crazy-ass mofo, though right now he's a bit less crazy-ass and more confused. What are lightbulbs. Wat.))

[Early morning on the 26th, loss end]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Slightly labored breathing and a bit of coughing can be heard.  It's not like he's had to breath for the past 10 days as an AI.

Once he finally gets it under control, there's actual speech from a person that hasn't been heard normally in a while.  Washington's back to normal again, and sporting some injuries that translated over from his experience as an AI.  He's human, not hat he's fully realized the truth yet.  He doesn't immediately speak, but when he does, it's obvious something isn't right.  He's actually sounding uneasy as he speaks quietly into the journal.  Not that he knows it's there.]

Thia is another trick, isn't it?  This can't be real.  Just another of your tricks. Where are you hiding?  And why aren't I in armor now?

Omega?  Gamma?  What is this?

0001 - action

[nocturnalsinger.livejournal.com]

[So! There are these two chicks sitting in the lobby. There are journals next to them, don't worry about that. But as for the potential owners of the journals? they're sleeping. And the one with the lighter hair and skin is sleeping on the shoulder of the other. It's kind of adorable. At any rate, adorable or not, they're very asleep and as such, cannot offer a reaction to being sucked into this castle from wherever they were.

Care to wake them up, anyone?]

[ooc: this is a joint intro post for Sanya and Eila (diurnallistener)! Very very VERY open, for reals.]

(no subject)

[dupable.livejournal.com]

[There's the sound of something being pushed around and a loud DOOOOOOONG sound that echos over the journal for a few minutes followed by a small-]

whoops.

[But once that clumsy bit of messiness is taken care of. John will only waste a few seconds before serenading the castle with a haunting piano refrain.

a beat.]

oh woah!
i didn't close this?
ok.
well then i guess i can just ask.
did we always have an entire band room in the castle?

The First Hunger

[parkerrrrr.livejournal.com]

[When Eddie springs awake, he can immediately tell something's wrong- that voice in the back of his head warning him of danger ever since he became one with the suit, and he can definitely see there's trouble when he wakes up in a strangely nice and lavish room. This... was obviously someone's doing. It wasn't the first time some sort of government agency, like S.H.I.E.L.D, tried to capture him. But they couldn't contain him. A little smirk creeps onto his lips at the thought. As long as he had the suit, he was in control. No one could contain him.

Only, he wouldn't realize what was really wrong, until the black ooze he commanded began creeping from within his clothes, wrapping tightly around his skin, coating his body- it was immediately then, that he came to a horrifying realization as it changed, as a loud pounding filled his head; he wasn't in control.

No! How could this happen!? He had  gained control! He controlled the suit- so why was it fighting him!? He could only groan instead of speak as the purple ooze spread over him, transforming his smaller build into a massive, hulking violet form, a white spider emblazoned on chest and back as it rose, it's weak groans now heavy, distorted growls, the new creature growling heavily as it's form settled, various tendrils wiggling out from it's body, large fangs pulling apart as a familiar twinge of... hunger, filled him now, and he uttered a single, heavy word. ]

Hungry...

[Then, heavy rumbling as the huge purple body of Venom comes smashing out of his room, the journal firmly absorbed into his suit recording all sounds around him, remaining open with him unaware of it. Venom had arrived.
And he was hungry.]


((ooc: Go git' em. ))

2 Star Ball

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende looked up at the door of the clinic for a few moments before peeking inside. After a few days of keeping himself locked up in his room, he finally gathered up the  courage to venture out on his own. He had been told that he could put his healing powers to good use at this clinic place, hopefully they would accept him here despite his young age]

U-um h-hello? I-is anyone in there?

• 014

[embattles.livejournal.com]

( Zelman )

( Dante )

( Tim Drake )

(no subject)

[forgedinbattle.livejournal.com]

[You know what makes Xena feel at home? A bar full of rough and vaguely sketchy characters. And how could a bar named The Death Match fail to deliver on that?

One thing she wasn't expecting was the wide variety of liqueurs. Where she's from every bar is stocked with the same sort of thing:  a strong ale and maybe a crude wine or two.

She's drinking a glass of said strong ale now, but anyone's more than welcome to suggest something else or strike up a conversation. Don't be nervous; she won't bite....unless you deserve it.]