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[backdated to late afternoon/early evening like nobody's business]

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Treat 010; OPEN OUTPOST

[pumpkinbutt]

[It took a long time to get there for those that walked, but finally people are starting to gather at the Northern Outpost. Halloween and Prince arrived a day or so ago....but what are YOU doing?? It's got sleeping quarters, bathing facilities, a kitchen, storage, an infirmary...all with that nice classy "rough-rustic" feel to it~ So there's no shortage of what to do :>

WHAT DO, PEEPS. WHAT DO.]


[ ooc; If your character is at the NORTHERN OUTPOST, dis is for you! Unless you want your character making a dictated thing/YOU PEOPLE AT THE CASTLE ARE BEEN CREEPER STALKERS. 8>b dis is a free-for-all gaiz. tag with anything you can think of, let's find out who's all here ]

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[merriment.livejournal.com]

[ VIDEO GAME PARTAY; forward dated to Tuesday afternoon ]

[ For anyone who agreed to show and any stragglers who might be unlucky enough to pass by room 511 this afternoon, you will be greeted by the smell of tasty treats and some familiar giggling coming from a certain princess as the door is wide open. With help from the ghosts, though if asked she will say it was the ghost Sebastian who helped her, she's moved the furniture in her room to make way for an array of multicolored bean bag chairs that surround a large television.

Behind the chair setup is a long table covered in bowls of chips, candies, pizza bites, various kinds of fruit for those health nerds, soda pop and even a decorative teapot with its respective teacups surrounding it for anyone who would rather have the tea. Justinia herself has opted to say down with fluffy dresses and is instead sporting a cute modern looking outfit for the fun occasion. Be proud, Jules! she picked it out herself and everything. ]

.. Ah-ha! The victory is mine! But you did your best, I commend the effort!

[ooc; Add your tags when you join? :D And please don't kick her but too bad. Obviously this isn't anything plotty just something derpy and fun. Thread jacking is totally encouraged.]

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[letsbe_clear]

[Cordy is wandering around the hallways of Paradisa, trying to find her way out of this place. This is no different from any other day in the week she had spent in the castle so far. The only exception is today she has the journal with her. She thinks the thing is annoying, but it's a good way to get in touch with people fast if something pops out of nowhere and tries to eat her.

Which, for the record, she hasn't ruled out happening yet.

She's on the tenth floor today, and she's found the entrance to the Four Seasons room. Thinking it might just be a room that leads to a really nice hotel, she opens it.

Then, promptly slams it closed again.]

That was a beach.


This place has an indoor beach.


[Open. Either over the journal or in person is fine by me.]

十四

[setsubousuru.livejournal.com]

[ dictated by a very out-of-breath akira ]

Takumi?! If you can hear or see this, answer immediately! If someone is pulling some kind of prank, I won't stand for it!

Takumi!

[ long pause with more frantic footsteps before they halt. akira's standing in front of takumi's door. he never used that room, but the nameplate was still always there. now it's gone...and he's gone. and she's alone.

she drops to her knees outside the door, the open journal falling to the floor with her doing her best to stave off a panic attack and staring at the door ]

T-Takumi...

[ ooc; Open over the journal or in person. ]

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[communicated.livejournal.com]

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First Sokka, then Katara, and now Toph. That should be a good thing, right? I want to think that. I want to remember that they're going back to better times.

But it just...doesn't feel so good.

- 03 -

[oneasthousand.livejournal.com]

[Anotsu is out somewhere in the forest, training. He is doing so in a somewhat peculiar way: whacking a tree quite hard with a piece of wood, so that leaves come tumbling down, and then swatting at them with his Standard Issue Japanese (TM) sword.

He's been doing this for a while, so he manages to part each of the leaves in half before they hit the ground, and makes a nice sight while doing so, if someone were to come by.

Meanwhile, a few meters away, his journal falls open. It records the quiet swish of his sword through the air, which is audible, but barely. Occasionally, it is accompanied by a huff of breath.

Then, the swishing stops; Anotsu is done with his exercise. He takes a moment to look at his work with satisfaction, then murmurs to himself:]

Still got it, at least. Even if not with the weapon of choice.

(OOC: Open post for action and dictated journaling! Come bother him.)

( nine )

[regulare.livejournal.com]

This isn't so hard.

[ this is a kitchen post, DEAL WITH IT. alistair is in the kitchen, staring at the microwave as it does its thing, he's trying to cook a hot pocket you see, but being someone who has no real experience with technology of any kind it isn't going so well. if you look at the bench beside him you'll see at least three black things that were once hot pockets...

yeah, he doesn't understand the significance of the temperature setting and the time setting...

ding! ]

Aha! It's done, right? [ he doesn't care if he is talking to himself, he presses the button to open the door (it's the only thing he can do right) and is assaulted by a short burst of black smoke and the smell of one very very burnt hot pocket.

groans ]

Not again.

[ come watch him fail some more? or hell come help him? the poor man doesn't understand what he is doing wrong ]

ｘｘｖｉｉ

[brbfisting.livejournal.com]

( s.e.e.s. )

[ when he speaks, he doesn't sound upset or anything but he does feel a little weird about this. ]

For anyone who knew them, Shinji and Mitsuru are gone. Seems like a lot of people have been sent home lately, huh?

[ and he'll be in the gym, just workin' a work out... thinking to himself. there's nothing to dwell on, despite the circumstances involving shinji.

nah, it all worked out for the best. ]

• IV •

[benevolentsong.livejournal.com]

Mm...It's almost time for Halloween!

I saw a few talk about it already, but...I'm curious how most of you celebrate it? I'm behind most people here, it looks like!

At home, there's lots of parties to go to for it, and they all have a costume theme! Like...Dressing up like famous people! Or a Jungle theme, and all the costumes were so detailed.

I was too young to participate though, so I hope...I can dress up this year.

48 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

[On this particular evening, Lavi and Arthur have decided to spent it in their apartment playing Paradisa's version of Mario Kart racing. He's concentrating on the game, as he's fallen behind twice now on the last two laps and while he's sent some NPCS do their untimely deaths and managed to pull ahead, Lavi's still beating him. He just has to throw one well aimed turtle at him and he might be able to make a cunning victory! He takes aim and-]

Okay remember that guy who quotes creepy literature at me a bunch?! He just appeared in my room out of nowhere and started accusing me of cutting some link and asking how I grew again. I have no idea what's going on but I'm staying here tonight.

[As Rubedo bangs into the room, he misfires so spectacularly as to run over his own turtle, throwing him entirely off the race track into his own untimely death, restarting at the beginning and effectively squashing any chances to win. He watches this all with a growing horror before turning an accusing gaze at his older brother]

Who cares?! You- I can't believe I lost!


[[ooc: loss start!]]

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[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[Turn the journal to the side, Paradisa.]

( OOC cut for big image aaa )

[It's big and wet and probably bleeds through several pages - hey, these journals aren't made for sumi-e.]

[After about thirty minutes, there's a small noise of disgust, and the image goes untouched by the original artist for the rest of the night.]


[[ooc: no responses, feel free to comment or bitch about the wet journal or contribute with some ~*GRAFITTI*~!!!!!!]]

Second Punch

[craftingrebel]

[Kanji is bored as all hell right now, and the only thing that's mildly entertaining would be exploring the rest of the castle. He's pretty much seen what the castle looked like on the lower levels, but he hasn't really poked around the upper levels yet. And he's already seen that weird beach room, so he might as well poke around elsewhere.

Just as he's about to head up the stairs his jacket accidentally catches on something. Kanji thinks nothing of it and continues about his merry business. Unfortunately for Kanji he's forced to a stop for two different reasons. One would be the snag physically stopped him, and the other would be listening to that dreadful ripping sound. Yeahhh, you know, the one where it sounds like something's being ripped at by the seams?]

What the--aww hell no!

[Yeahhh, his beautiful bikergang black jacket now has this ugly giant hole in the sleeve. It can probably be fixed with a needle and some handy dandy thread--but unfortunately he does't have that stuff on him at the time. THANKFULLY, HE BROUGHT HIS HANDY-DANDY JOURNAL THING. So here you go Paradisa. Have a really awkward, but manly question.]

Does uhh--anyone happen to have a needle and some thread on them?

√sixth

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[a certain young girl is outside of zelman's mansion right now, staring at the leaves as they change color while wearing a jacket. she is so amazed by these seasons you people have.]

[want to bother her?]

[ ooc: open post! :)b]

⚜ 021. your smile hasn't changed

[sinfully-pure.livejournal.com]

Next month will mark a year since I've been here and the month after that is when Kamui arrived. How time flies though I can't say my entire stay here has been fun, but Kamui is here so I can't complain...

( Kamui )