Tri Deg Naw: Emergency Tailoring Operations

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear, Myfanwy has managed to tip the bucket of meat and blood all over Ianto's favourite suit and he is not best pleased, have him stomping, absolutely sopping wet and covered in blood. As he walks to the castle he opens the journal to try and get as much advice as he can to rescue his beloved bespoke Saville Row favourite.]

Does anyone have a tip on how to get blood out of a suit jacket and shirt? I think the tie is done for.

Night 024;

[wiseassly.livejournal.com]

( Private )

..........

Chie, you're going to pay for this.

[ which he says while sitting in one of the hall with like...a hand mirror so he can pluck at his poor, poor hair )8 RUINED. ]

[[ ooc; BECAUSE HIS HAIR IS STILL PINK FROM THE FORT-WARS, WOMAN. ]]

Seasons Come and Seasons Go

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

I did not know that leaves could change colors this way. It is... oddly beautiful, if sad.

[He is out sitting beneath one of the trees in the garden, fingering one of the brittle leaves between is fingers and watching as it crumples and more fall to take its place around him on the bench and in the dirt.]

This is an indication of the onset of winter, yes?  Does Paradisa get snow, by chance? I have read of the stuff, but have never personally seen it up close, though it has dusted the mountains in the distance that I can tell. My home land is to warm for it to snow, and none of our trees have ever turned such brilliant colors. I wonder now if that is a pity....

[ooc: Very open! Find him out in the gardens or talk to him over the journals. It is my sad little attempt to be more active as school tries to eat me alive. -grabs the beating stick and takes a whack at school-]

(no subject)

[merriment.livejournal.com]

[ she clears her throat, everything is dictated from here on out. professional tone is go! ]

Good afternoon, citizens of Paradisa! How to begin this..

I would be very interested in acquiring a job here! Please do not be deterred because of my age, I have put a lot of thought into this decision. I have always been curious about them and while I realize there is little need for one, as I have food and shelter, I want one more for the experience than the funds I would collect from it. It would be rather adventurous!

When I return home, I won't be able to have this opportunity again. And.. well, I have clearly never had one before but I learn quickly! [ a pause, she's trying to figure out what else she should say ] I think that is all I wish to say! As I thought, it was much easier addressing everyone through the journal than trying to knock on all of the doors in City Royale.

Thank you!

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[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[there's a soft groan coming over the journal as Sweets pushes himself into a sitting position, running a hand over his face. He feels like he got hit in the face by a foam sword and then slept for a week -- which, guess what? HE HAS! Mostly because his mun fails, but that's a whole other story.

When he finally opens his eyes and actually looks around, the initial result is rather disorienting. He blinks, confused, before he speaks]

Where am I?




... The clinic? I ... I'm back in the castle?

[two and a half years all shoved in in the course of a week. Man, does his head hurt]

Wow. That's ... disorienting.


[Open like an open thing.]

Issue #5 - Feeling less than heroic

[a-guardiandevil.livejournal.com]

[After assisting in taking Venom down, rather than get himself to the clinic like he should have, Matt instead dragged himself back to his apartment. He'd made it as far the room he kept hidden, housing his costumes and sensory deprivation tank, and had peeled himself out of his mask and leather jacket before collapsing hard on the tiled floor. Matt knew he'd very like broken several ribs, and was likely bleeding internally from his fight with Venom, but Matt's stubborn independent streak had kept him from asking anyone for help. Instead, he lay on the cold tile of his Devilcave, trying clumsily to bandage his bruised and broken torso. He'd carelessly left all his doors open, security not being high on his list of priorities at the moment. His journal lays open near him, and when he speaks, his voice is a ragged whisper.]

G...guess this is what I get...for doing the right thing. [He sighs heavily, it's painful, but the only way he can breathe is by taking in the biggest gulpfuls of air he can manage, despite the piercing pain in his chest.]

Elektra...? I'm sorry. I couldn't...I couldn't just do nothing.

[He reaches a hand for the journal, leaving a bloody hand smear on the page.]

((Anyone's welcome to come give him a hand, but please wait until Elektra replies first.))

003 ♕ Paradisa: a comprehensive report destined to piss some people off (text + spam)

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[Lois Lane is parked in a chair at a table in the middle of the library, notes sprawled everywhere around her, books opened haphazardly, the map of Paradisa spread open before her, and a veritable graveyard of empty white Styrofoam coffee cups rising up around her like some kind of miniature city.  Her face is smashed against the journal that lays open in front of her, and she's out like a light, circles carved under her eyes from apparently pushing herself as far as she could before sleep turned the inevitable tide.  Above her cheek, it's possible to see what page she was looking over when she zonked out: the journal of one Clark Kent.]

[ooc; open to spam of anyone who wants to come into the library and find her as such.  The rest is text, written as a journal entry before she passed out.  Later edits to the report will be in red.]

( Anyone interested in solving the castle mysteries, and esp. Clark Kent, the Blur, Akihiko Sanada, Prof Raine Sage Jr., Tim Drake, Yuan, Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, Stephanie Brown, Cassie Sandsmark, York, Oliver Queen, Chloe Sullivan, Roy Harper, Tony Stark, Allen Walker, York, Asano Rin & Arthur Pendragon )

(no subject)

[heirdom]

[Filtered away from Riful and any allies]

Riful filtered to me and said she was looking to visit the castle, but figured she'd stop by the outposts first for a snack. Be on your guard, unless you feel like being ripped apart.

And Rin? Don't say I never did anything nice for you.

one

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[Clearly overdressed for her arrival in Paradisa, there's one Delysia Lafosse tearing down the stairs toward the lobby in some sort of hurry. Her journal is left on the stairs, but still within earshot.

She's frantically looking around but very slowly realizing that the stairs have certainly not led to where they should have.

Now she stands in the center of the lobby, head looking every which way.]

...Michael? Michael!

[She takes a few tentative steps in one direction and stops.]

I don't recall ever seeing this part of the club before.

Fourth Sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[After her conversation with Raine, Maladict is in the library, making careful notes in her journal from an open book in front of her]

January (31)
February (28/29?)
March (31)
April (30)
May (31)
June (30)
July (31)
August (31)
September (30)
October (31)
November (30)
December (31)

7 days in a week. No Octeday. Years are given numbers - not names.

[She lets out a frustrated sigh, it's strange how some names are familiar to her while others are not. Perhaps her world IS linked to this 'Earth' some how. The chances of having two separate worlds sharing a month with as silly a name as 'February' are a million to one. Which, of course, in her world happen nine times out of ten. She taps her pen on the journal for a moment, before dictating]

I'm having trouble pinpointing the exact month we are in. These months have a complicated number of days in them. I understand that we're in your one and only autumn, but that seems to stretch though a number of your months.

...I should really invest in a calendar.

Log: 01/012;

[nishimono.livejournal.com]

Who: Riful of the West
What: Riful creepin' near the lake outpost
When: Saturday October 2nd. 2:30am, 7 hours after her initial conversation with Damian
Where: Paradisan forest, a mile or so from the Lake Outpost.
Rating: 14A FOR RIFUL'S GURO FANTASIES

( Creepin' a creep )

013;

[nishimono.livejournal.com]

[ All is quiet near the Lake Outpost....it's late; almost 3am when a mile or so out into the Paradisan forest finds the youthful appearance of a girl no more than fourteen morphing hideously as soft cream skin darkens and hardens, becoming sleek and sharp like a series of ribbons made from blades of steel. Her form bulges slightly outward and then seems to almost unwind like freshly shredded silk--suddenly dissolving into nothing but a mass of powerful and deadly tendrils that shoot out in all directions with a sound akin to sheet metal being torn in half.

Trees are shredded almost in half and others entirely uprooted as Riful lets go of the facade that makes up her human form and raw power pours forth from her like a sweltering pot of heated ore. The sound of roots being pulled forcibly out of the ground and branches being ripped clean from their fastenings trembls loudly in the quiet night air as she fans her body out over a vast area...

And then shoots into the air, tendrils whipping around through in a vicious mesh accompanied only by the blood-curling sound of metallic screeching as she disappears into the night. ]


[[ ooc; REACTIONS? FOLLOW HER? HEART ATTACKS? dat goes here outpost gaiz 8> thread jack to your hearts' content, this is MOSTLY FOR YOU PEOPLE. ]]

※ twenty two

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[Between bringing up the past, the incident with Venom, and hearing news that Riful might be making a return visit to the castle, Elektra is understandably upset. As usual, she has found her own unique way to deal with those rare times her emotions were too strong to ignore. Currently that involved stabbing sand bags in the area of her room meant for training. That is what you can hear her doing if you listen close enough while she almost too calmly dictates to the journal.]

( Oliver Queen/Crazy Parents Filter )

( Filtered to people capable and willing to make weapons or may have weapons like this in their possession )

( Shiro and Abel )

( Matt Murdock )

( Failtastic Six )

[Once that is done she is heading out of her room to head to the gym. Feel free to bump into her along the way or catch her in the gym itself.]

action

[gforgreat.livejournal.com]

[Timothy is outside in the gardens near the pond where ducks quack obnoxiously. He is holding a bag of bread crusts and throwing out a crust to the ducks in the water every so often. Anyone walking by may hear him talking to himself.]

I guess this place is nice. Sorta a letdown tho' after all th' trouble I went through to actually be an exorcist, ya'know? One battle an' suddenly- BAM! 'm here!

Letdown, I tell ya.

(no subject)

[tough-teacher.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Talking with Lois got Izumi looking through the journal in greater detail. She had been surprised to find a number of familiar names. She knows it's a long shot, given that people seem to come and go here, but...]

It seems my students were here a few years ago, along with a close friend of theirs. Did anyone here interact with Edward or Alphonse Elric? Or Winry Rockbell?

( Alchemists )

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

[Everything below is filtered AWAY from Riful and people who might pass on information to her, in addition to the other filters being set up.]

( people at the outposts; (any outpost, lakeside particularly) )

( people who'd stand a chance holding off Riful or at least making her uncomfortable )

( the door to Legato's room, at the powered outpost )

...Can anyone tell me how fast Riful can move, and how much time we might have before she gets here?

[and once everyone has gone wherever they're going to go... Rin is just sitting in the common room of the dead one outpost, petting her Absol, her Arcanine sprawled at her feet. sitting and looking blank and tense. watcha gonna do.]

(no subject)

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to Riful]

Hey.

HEY! You'd better answer me, damn it. Let's have words. Merc to monster. You can take time from your busy schedule of being a creepy bitch, right?

Did you seriously tell some brat you were coming up here? What the hell are you planning now? Come on, I spent some time in your basement. We're pals now. You can tell me.

ｆｏｕｒ ➜ ［ ｔｏ ｂｅ ａ ｈｕｎｔｅｒ ａｇａｉｎ； ］

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

( Batfamily )

[ Filtered to anyone with information on Riful who won't pass anything on to her ]

Tell me about this Riful. Who and what is she? I was told people fought her before. What were her weak points? Was she defeated or just wounded enough to run away?

Most importantly, is there some place or way to contain her? [ There's an unspoken 'Or are we just going to be subject to her whims until we find a way?' there. ]