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[invokes.livejournal.com]

[ if anything, gil isn't the type to sleep long. restless as he's been so far in paradisa, he eventually found himself walking out from the castle entrance, making a turn in the direction of the forest. he lights up a cigarette and takes his time, looking somewhat pensive and for once, not aggravated tonight. ]


[ ooc: opennnn! come bother gilbo! ♥ ]

Losing my Religion ranks #169 in Rolling Stones 500 greatest songs of all time

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to Caterina and Tres]

Caterina, will you call Tres off? He’s ruining Abel’s party with the threat of gun violence.

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[true-superboy.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[There is a Superboy wandering the hallways looking for his lost friends.]

All of us went in together..they should be here.


[ooc: Loss time for Prime! He’s getting rolled all the way back to just at the end of COIE. Open post is open.]

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[steelbound.livejournal.com]

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ｘｘｖｉｉｉ

[brbfisting.livejournal.com]

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[inkyprophet.livejournal.com]

[dictated quietly, as usual. but the fact that he's talking now must be a good sign!]

This place... ah.

It changed, um... it changed me, but I'm... the way I was before, now.

[and on that note...]

( 7 )

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[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[long story short, Zelman's gone and let himself into the Dead Zone outpost. he seems pretty chill about the whole thing, looking complacent and fairly inconspicuous. but his wandering has a nearly-systematic sort of direction to it--listen at a door, check inside, move on. listen at a door, check inside, move on.

like he's looking for something. or rather, someone.]



[[ooc: this is open to anyone in the dead zone outpost, or anyone that followed him over from the lakeside outpost. you know who you are. B)]]

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[letsbe_clear]

( [People she dumped her crazy all over while she was on her loss] )

[there's an audible groan, and what might be the sound of Cordy's head hitting the desk]

God, I have such a headache.

forty-eight.

[fanassaults.livejournal.com]

( Chie )

[ The day before Lilith's partaayyyyy: ]

Hm...I really should take this opportunity to get out of the castle a little more, while everything's calm- or as calm as it can become, I suppose. Would anyone like to accompany me while I look around the town a little?

It just, um, seems a little silly that I've been here just over a year and I still don't really know my way around down there.

A little bit of exercise certainly wouldn't hurt, either...I think I'm gaining weight again.

[ And she'll be down there soon enough, explorin' around! Feel free to bump into her, or respond over the journals. ]

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[batfail.livejournal.com]

( [private] )

( [Priest from the church] )

Okay. It's October. Halloween is at the end of this month. Who's dressing up with me? Cass? Rin? Uru? Who's going to be awesome?

Yes, I'm a little old to play dress up--[she runs around in a costume at night, stfu]--buuuuut. I figure hey, why not?

Assuming this place doesn't go crazy on us. Please tell me nothing happens here on Halloween. Despite Halloween just SCREAMING crazy shenanigans of the castle variety.

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[lilblackdevil.livejournal.com]

[so, 3 witches walk into the castle stables...]

Allen Jr.'s over there.

It looks different in person, kind of. [mostly just gawking at it. SO WEIRD OKAY.]

Mm... yeah. [Seriously what is this even]

Do you think it'll try to eat us?

Probably not. She's docile.

That's good.

It doesn't look like any other animal, really. [she's tilting her head, like that's gonna make it look different.]

Who knows, it could be an entirely different story on the inside...

That's true...

There's only one way to find out, right?

? [is like...half-expecting an !!ORACLE!! moment]

[There's just a nod here. Carry on, you two.]

[Nah, she's not having visions. She's just gonna walk over and be like, "hi Allen Jr!"]

[Allen looks (?) up when approached, then moves closer slooooowly]

[Sanya just stays still so it doesn't freak out.]

[there is snuffling! seems like Allen isn't averse to newcomers]

[Well! Sanya will... slowly approach it, then. Since it... seems fine?]

[Slowly reaches out to pet it! It seems nice enough.]

[grunts; human attention is better than no attention...or something]

Hey, Allen. Remember me? We're taking you into the castle.

We're not gonna hurt you.

[ooc: green = Hartmann; orange = Eila; black = Sanya and blue = Allen the wtfalo. Join them/talk over the journal?]

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[sworn]

( Private )

♬ the pianoman's eleventh song ♬

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[sometime after he's left the bachelor party, Larry Mr. Willowby is wandering around the castle. He had a few drinks at the bar and now he's feel...cheery! Odd for Larry, really. And he's carrying a bottle of champagne that he asked the castle for. It tickles his nose. He likes it.]

[he also may be singing to himself and giggling, occasionally drinking from his bottle]

~Paaaaaradisa! A glorious place to be!
Paaaaaradisa! It's like home to meeee!~

[and he spins, stumbling slightly, still giggling]

~I looove my new home away from home!
It's- ...a castle! And it's home!~

[okay, so a drunk Willowby can't come up with songs as cute and whimsical as he can when sober. Feel free to run into him. And fret not! His journal is folded open under his arm so all can hear]


[Backdated to last night sometime. Sorry if I'm slow, my net is sucking really bad, and I'm still trying to get back into his loss.]

quatre

[mymastersarm.livejournal.com]

[dictated!]

Is there someone in the clinic now, or who could be there very soon? There's a man on the forth floor- Kanda Yuu- he's unconscious and feverish, and needs medical attention right away.

Lady Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 17 (1-100).

[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

[in between her estranged sister entering this world, her subsequent worry and separation from her, as well as that tentacled acquaintance getting her blood pumping in a strictly metaphorical sense, Sylvanas is trying to ease her mind by taking a stroll through the town.

thinking the humans milling about similar to the ghosts of the castle, or perhaps even the brainless, yet docile patchwerks of the Undercity, Sylvanas is rather content in the humans thinking nothing of her kind passing by, rather than running in fear or attacking her.

still, that doesn't stop her from musing. she's not quite in the mood to write something private just yet, but she'll speak, filtering every word away from a certain Windrunner.]

If it's not one thing, it is most certainly another.

_{(ooc. open in all senses of the word. through the journal, in person, behind a window, in the sky... get relatively calm Sylvanas while you can!)}

♦ 15

[wereall_addicts]

[She wasn't really doing anything specific, just wandering by to check in on him, but she stops at his door and freezes for a moment when she discovers the nameplate is gone. She's going to pause for a moment, her hand against the door, and there may be the sound of her checking inside for a moment, before taking a step back again and closing it]

For those who knew him, Alec Hardison is gone.

["Again" is the silent addition to that as the journal closes. and with that she's heading back to the tower -- feel free to either catch her on the way or poke her on the journal, but she won't respond on the journal until she reaches her destination]

Issue #6 - Recuperation

[a-guardiandevil.livejournal.com]

[So, Matt's officially on bedrest. After his encounter with Venom, and subsequent healing by Lilith, he's been ordered simply to "rest" for the time being.

This, of course, means he's stir crazy and bored. He's been doodling random nonsense into his journal off and on pretty much all day, trying to keep up on current events.]

[Filtered to Peter Parker/Spider-Man]

Hey Pete. I think you and I need to talk. I've been getting the feeling that the Manhattan we protect isn't the same Manhattan, so I wanna compare notes. It'd be nice to get a chance to get to know the Peter Parker from whatever Universe you come from. Obviously, I've got nothing better to do since Venom decided to turn my chest into hamburger, so whenever it's convenient for you, feel free to stop by. I'm up on the 12th floor, room 18.

[/Filter]

[After a while, he writes in the journal some more]
I'm getting the feeling that I've missed a bit since I've been out. Anyone care to fill me in on what's been happening?

49 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

( Ino; )

[Thanks to the loss, Arthur's actually down in the castle kitchen, and cooking enough food for a few people. There's nothing quite like a homecooked meal, even with Paradisa's wish system. He's stirring a cheese and white wine sauce, with mushrooms and asparagus in a skillet, and sipping lightly from a glass of Chardonnay while he waits for it to finish]

Let 'em know that you're too much, and this is a beat uh, they can't touch. [Yeah, this might be a very familiar song blaring loudly through the journal from a portable cd player. And he's singing along to it, because he hasn't realized the journal's recording /sob]

Yo I told you, you can't touch this, why you standing there man? You can't touch this.

( o10 )

[assombris.livejournal.com]

( private )

[ kate is walking into the music room, looking around initially to see if anyone else was in there but when she notes it's empty, she carries on toward the middle of the room. she lightly brushes her fingertips over the piano, pressing a couple of keys down. it's not anything fancy, just something similar to what a child does, pressing the keys because she can.

after a minute, the guitar case she has slung over her shoulder is pulled off and she sets it against the wall, opening it to take the guitar out. ]


[ ooc: open! ]

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[selenoscape.livejournal.com]

( [Yuri] )

Qualitative, Quantitative, Hypothesis - Science

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

[Splotches of color would be appearing in the journals - some in the shape of leaves and others in small droplets of colors as if from an eye dropper, carefully placed about the page, with accompanying scribbles beside them.

(A dark gold dot [as readers would see, since Bishamon cannot])- Bitter taste; creates thick liquid, not paste-like, almost smooth when rubbed between the fingers, dries fully in about 24 seconds for one eye-droplet size measure

(A reddish-brown dot) - Starts sweet, but changes to bitter at the swallow, pasty in texture, grainy to touch, full dries in 1 minute, 36 seconds from one eye-droplet sized measure

(A bright red dot) - Tart, very thin liquid state, sticky to the touch, fully dries in 52 seconds from one eye-droplet sized measure

The list went on, along with numerous scribbled notes, mostly in complicated scientific jargon, a list of other herbs and ingredients he knew to be readily available, question marks, checks, 'x's - they ran across the page in a neat script, but clearly put on in only such a way as for him to understand.

And yes, he could still write, though he was blind. Some things one did not forget, even when one's sight was taken. It just took him a bit longer now than it had before.

And then he spoke - ]

Is it quite common then, for the seasons to change so abruptly? 

[ooc: Whine at him for taking up journal space, reply to his question, comment on his scribbles, whatevs.]

Twentieth Shot

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

[Sister's journal is open, as she is prone to leave it, as she shifts around the messy hole that is her room. It picks up the sound of rustling packets and clinking bottles before;]

...Heeeey what's this?

[There's a pause as Sister investigates said item. It's the Tooth Powder she found in the Lost Room]

Oh fucking sweet, I needed a hit.

[There's another pause, longer this time as Sister goes about making a new concoction of doom. The silence is broken with a rather loud THUD, and lots of gargling.

And then all is silent as a thin puddle of drool appears on the journal's pages]