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[merriment.livejournal.com]

[ Room Filter ]

[ by some miracle, even though it took an entire day to do so, she has managed to make it to the ninth floor of the castle. the second she hits the final step she makes a mad dash for a certain room, briefly shrugging off how tired she is because she was finally there.

the door looks so big compared to normal and as she can't reach the knob, she hops up on her back legs and proceeds to claws at the door with growing enthusiasm. all she had to do was get his attention and he would open the door to see what the noise was, right? then she could sneak in and he would clearly look at her collar. open up, Jules! ]

2nd Contract

[immortal-witch.livejournal.com]

[There's a green haired woman lounging in your kitchen eatin' some pizza.

She is probably in the way of something you want/need.

What ever shall you do?]

-50- Every Little thing She Does is Magic

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to the person who is pranking Crowley]

[still chuckling over it]

Good work, so far.

...Want any help?

:012

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

[ forest... filter... thing ]

--This is fucking retarded!

[ a door slams (crackthudcrash--another door broken) and he storms out, again. he's pissed and he's got a damn good reason to be, what the fuck is he thinking?! letting that bastard back into the manor? oh but that isn't the best part, the best part is the fucker is now her bodyguard! it's like putting a piece of fresh meat in front of fucking lion.

when did it ever become a good idea to make the guy who threatened to kill asuka her fucking bodyguard?!

so that is why he is marching into the forest, looking for a bear or something equally large and terrifying to punch in the jaw. he could've gone to a shady bar and started a bar fight, sure, but really half the bars in town have on him the ban for life list (it only lasts two weeks, he's a fucking good customer after all). so the forest it is. ]

➹.2

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[Alleria is in her sparsely furnished room -- a purely functional cot, a roughly hewn chair, a place for her leathers and weaponry -- and scowling at her journal, listening for a certain voice or three. She has been doing this for the past several days, keeping a vigil over the book, but when none of these voices make appeals to her, she understands that it will remain so until she approaches it herself. How typical.

She sets her pen to paper and begins to write ...]

( private. )

( Vereesa. )

( Turalyon. )

[After several minutes of glaring at the page, Alleria carefully adds a new filter, taking extra care that her handwriting does not reveal her agitation.]

( Banshee Queen. )

⊕ .002 caliber

[neverplays]

[In the kitchen, it looks like a Sanrio© store has exploded all over the table where Mindy is seated. Arranged all around her are Hello Kitty Stickers, Sticker Books, markers, a back-pack -- someone should have bought stock in the company, because she's raising those prices with each wish. Her journal is open, but folded so that the cover is facing her, she's decorating the damn thing!]

Shit! Where'd the sticker go with her sitting in the red high heel?

[flips over a few sheets of stickers, trying to find the one she's seemingly lost...]

II: Your Academics has increased!

[personifier.livejournal.com]

[ this evening finds someone sitting in your library folks. But hamtaro's not researching the castle or looking up books on demonology or seals--no no, she'll leave that for the professionals. so what is minty-with-a-vagina doing instead?

> Your Academics has increased!

That's right, she's studying. studying. gotta max out them stats somehow to get that Empress S.Link, so Minako will be hard at work in the library with a book on English put out in front of her, headphones on and listenin' a listen to some killer tunes.

magical castles in foreign universe are a lot easier to get used to when you don't have to worry about people who should know you denying your whole existence. ty for that Minty♥ ]

"My hʊbbies are school cləbs and cooking."

[[ooc; her books are actually in english, and so is anything in quotations :> she's practicing hard~~ sdjkhgskj and yes, she has an accent...she can't help it. ALSO QUOTATION MARKS ARE HER SPEAKING ALOUD SKJGSJKDGSK SORRY]]

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[batfail.livejournal.com]

( [Heroes/those Tim and Steph trust (those who know they're Red Robin and Batgirl)!] )

( [Batfam minus Damian] )

( o11 )

[assombris.livejournal.com]

( private )

[ someone is sitting at one of the tables in the lobby, a nail filer, remover and a bottle of red nail polish on the table. YES, SHE DOES THESE THINGS... she looks kind of bored, though, waiting for her nails to dry on one hand.

she flips open her journal and dictates into it: ]

You know, I haven't seen any even though I frequent the town but does anyone know if there is a tattoo shop? Does anyone here even go to those places? [ a pause ] I guess it would be a waste if you got sent back home right after.


[ ooc: open or through the journal. your pick 8) ]

oo1 | written; listen as the wind blows

[encourage]

[ At first, there is only a dot. A tiny dot. Sakura is resting her pen on the surface of the page, still reluctant to believe in all of this. She has to make the decision to start writing; it runs counter to everything she knows from back home. Back home. ]

Hello. Things have been a little [ pause ] hectic, but by now it seems more like putting this off than getting sidetracked by everything else.

[ Another, more lengthy pause; her next words write out smoothly enough. ]

My name is Haruno Sakura. I've been told I've been here before, so I guess this is hello again for some of you. I don't remember the Cair, though I've read back through what I've said over the last few years. It doesn't make up for much, to everyone I won't recognize like I should, but it's someplace to begin.

If the Clinic workers have noticed a young woman with pink hair coming around and not saying much, I'm sorry -- that was me. I've had a little trouble vocalizing, and haven't wanted to get in anyone's way so far.

I look forward to formally meeting most of you over the next few... [ thinking better of what she was going to say, she continues on with; ] while I'm here.

[ another pause; ] Thank you.

( Filtered to Ino; )

closed action;

[beyondthatsky.livejournal.com]

[Inside Yuu and Alma's room Alma is currently taking a shower. It's pretty nice. Better than what constituted as bathing back underground.

The water continues to run even when Alma opens the door and walks out. He looks baffled for... some reason. Calls out into the room.]

Yuu? There's something in the shower.

Sixteenth

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[Written music notes, and followed humming; Those with keen hearing would recognize it as Come, Thy Fount of Every Blessing. There's some missed bars, trying to recall all of the melodies.]

Music is like Math, sometimes. Like a formula. It doesn't change or lie- It just grows.

Lorne told me there were all types of music. What do they sound like? What do you like?

attempt number two ♓ (voice) (forward-dated to wednesday morning)

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

( castiel )

( crowley )

( private )

Okay, first thing's first, because this has seriously been bothering me. I know people have been saying this place is like some … pocket time dimension thing or … whatever, but I wanna know how that works. I've never been too good with the whole space/time manipulation, but I want to understand. I know Peter said he's from further ahead in time than I am, but then a bunch of people have told me that when they knew me before I went home sometime in the past six months, I had just come off being in my first year of college three years ago. I mean, if that were true, I'd be … what a junior by now?

But, I'm not. And I haven't aged, either. I'm still 17, at least, from what I can tell. That or I had a really good three years. My point is, the math just really doesn't add up. It's like this place never even existed. Like they planted me right back where I was as if those three years had never happened, and then brought me back like ... a minute later or something.

Basically, anyone who could shine some light on the object would pretty much be my hero.

Second -- Lois, that guide you wrote? Seriously helpful. Thanks a lot. I actually feel like I'm almost up to date.

And thirdly, I really want to take a trip into the dead zone to see it for myself. Stick close to the border, give a second look at some of the stuff other exploration teams have been to and made it back from alive. I don't want to bring too many people for obvious reasons, buuuut I thought I'd ask: who's coming with me? I was thinking of heading out on Friday morning.