≫ six。[ woah woah woah woah wo~~oh; ]

[skort]

[ Well, since she posted a while ago asking about an animal shelter, Kara figures she might as well post again once as a follow-up sort of thing. Plus, she's a little bored. ]

So I got a cat to keep me company and to give me something to focus on. ... Okay, more like I couldn't resist bringing one back with me once I went to the shelter. Same difference, right?

[ she tapes a picture into the journal as she keeps talking. ]

I have no idea what to name it though. My cat back home, Streaky, got his name because of... kind of gross and unfortunate circumstances. Almost didn't get the safety deposit back on that first apartment with him. Oops. But for this girl? I've got nothing.

Any ideas?

And since I'm asking questions, what kind of tech to we have in this place? My cousin, Clark, mentioned some people have some things, but there weren't any real specifics. Anybody got anything they'd be willing to let me tinker with? I really need something to do other than explore the castle and town. I can only do that so much before I start going crazy.

Knight of One

[knightiszero.livejournal.com]

[The change is sudden, and anything but welcomed in Suzaku's opinion. Whoever was responsible for bringing him here certainly had a sick sense of humor, prolonging Zero Requiem like this. Zero Requiem. The thought of it made him sick, but he tried to push that feeling away. That event would be the only thing that could serve as his punishment and the only thing that would grant him atonement for all of his sins.]

[A sigh] I'm Suzaku Kururugi, Knight of Zero, though I doubt that means anything here. Is there anybody that can help me? I'd like to know more about this place.

This place is so peaceful... It almost makes me wish I could stay here.

But-- This isn't right. I shouldn't be here; I don't have time to be here.

There's something I have to do at home that can't wait, [softer, a little bitter] no matter how much I wish it could.

➹.3

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[Now that Alleria has calmed down about certain things that have come to light since her arrival, she is able to focus on things other than her incredible capacity for anger.

She can be found, at the moment, simply walking around the castle grounds. A sword is at her hip, and a bow slung across her back. Though her intentions are a simple scouting of the immediate area, one can never be too careful, after all. Especially with all these mad people milling about, murdering each other.

After a little bit of walking and looking around, she will dictate into the journal that somehow found its way into her belongings.]

[filtered from Arthas Menethil and anyone who may be aiding him]
I have noticed that there are several establishments of various purposes throughout the castle. Mostly places to imbibe alcohol, it would seem. I wonder, then, if it is too much to ask for an archery range?


[ooc. open open open, over the journal or in person, whatever! the filter was added after a bit, to interested parties :3 ]

Nineteen Frogs

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

It's been much too quiet lately.

Oh, that's a fine thing but, by the lion's mane, it can't bode well. If the castle is indeed plotting something on this... Hallow's Eve... I fear it will be the end of us all.

[there's a pause, and then a sigh] For all you poor souls who've come during this time of peace, I am quite sorry. I'm afraid the truth will be a rather rude awakening, if not worse.

( Filtered to those who are monitoring villains )

[after his dismal predictions are complete, Puddleglum can be found sitting in the lobby for once. He has a pair of pants in front of him which he is quietly and patiently darning. Feel free to stare at the strange, green creature or mock him for being domestic. He'll be there for awhile]

(no subject)

[compete.livejournal.com]

( room filter )

( YUKIKO )

Host King's Fifteenth Court

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Hey there Paradisa, here's a riddle for you...

What is the worst possible idea? The most terrifying thing to see in the hallways of the castle?

Is it a swamp beast? Possibly a row of murdered corpses?

No. You're wrong.

The most petrifying sight possible is Tamaki with a weapon! That's right, residents, walking to and fro from the Host Club room and his own is this blonde-haired idiot, carrying armfuls of katanas.

Please feel free to stop him and take the sharp weapon from him... or flee in terror, your choice.]

( Host Club! )

[Open post is open.]

(no subject)

[merriment.livejournal.com]

( Room Filter; Julian )

[ dictated cheerfully ]

Honestly! It is about time you returned me to my true form!

I owe thanks to some of you for assisting me for the duration of the week. [ not you, Bernkastel! she isn't coming near you with a ten foot pole ] You gave me several different names, but thanks to the castle, I became a small kitten for nearly an entire week. Thank you very much for your assistance, I wish I had been able to tell you sooner.

Nonetheless, I have returned to normal now.

(no subject)

[mechanisation.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Fifteen Buttons

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

 [Well... this was odd.

However the Other Coraline got here, she certainly doesn't remember. Mother is nowhere to be found, either.

Clearly, something was wrong. Very wrong]

Hello? Is anyone here?

[And with that, she'll be wandering around the lobby, the kitchen, anywhere that her "Mother" might be. Even though she's confused, she has a smile on her face. Not a genuine one. A smile that's TOO genuine. So genuine, it's creepy.

Talk to her at your own risk]

[ooc: Loss is go!]

vier.

[lostbirth.livejournal.com]

( jr. )

( maya )

( joshua )

The wheels have started to move, the futures coming. I wonder how they'll react to the news. [ smiles. ]

008

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[He's up suspiciously early; nothing to do with being restless or having repeated disturbing dreams that he can never quite finish. He just likes watching the sunrise. -- So he's in the kitchen, slipping something extra into his coffee and reading through the journal like it's a newspaper. Because it is, sorta.]

When is Halloween, anyway? [Gotta love journals, you never feel like you're talking to yourself.] I thought they'd have some other-dimension holidays, but I guess they want you to feel at home. ... Although they're going to have a hard time topping my last one.

[Takes a drink while he tosses that around.] Trick-or-treating must be interesting.

( Kaylee )

ooc: open! Backdated to... earlier this morning when I started writing it whoops;;

Run Away From the River to the Street

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Who: Jilly Coppercorn
What: Waking up, suddenly 16.
When: Sunday Morning
Where: In Town
Rating: PG 13 for language and drug/prostitution references

( And find yourself with your face in the gutter… )

34 and tired of looking…

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[sometime after this]

[after scrounging for food, Jilly’s feeling wobbly, but more present. The people here are strange… even stranger than Newford and that was saying something… but they hadn’t given her any trouble and she hadn’t stuck around long enough to see if that would change. Now she’s hiding back in one of the alleys, away from prying eyes, and sifting through her satchel to see if, by some miracle, she’s got any dope she hasn’t used up yet.

It’s not that she really needs a fix. For some reason her body’s doing just fine. But with how strange everything’s gotten, she’s jonesing all the same. There’s no heroin though… and none of her works. Just a few crappy drawings on notebook paper and her books.

Now that she’s paying attention, the books get a frown. Things weren’t very clear, but she’s pretty sure she’d never seen one of those before. And, when she pulls it out, she’s certain. No way in hell that she’d ever have something as fancy as this. It’s obviously not hers. Too bad for whoever the fuck Jilly Coppercorn was. Still, half a name is as good a claim as any.

It’s even better when she opens it to find… well… the same wonderful journal that all the newbies in Para find. For a very long time she’s silent, just reading through. How many hours slip away, she’s not sure, but she’s stiff again by the time she finally dares to speak, her voice wary and tinged with a twang she usually fights to keep out]

So… I’m not really sure how this whole magic journal thing works… but one of you went and lost one. [a pause… she’s feeling kind of attached to the thing after flipping through and seeing all the private pictures, like illustrations from the books tucked in her bag…but she doesn’t really have anything else to trade] …anyone willing to give out a reward for finding one of these things?

[ooc: loss start. Jilly is 16 and filthy, but pretty easy to recognize since…yeah… she always looked young. Open over the journal or to anyone who might wander into an alley.]

#37

[advisortype.livejournal.com]

[Ever have one of those days where you wake up and you just feel like crap for no real reason? Yosuke's having one of those days. He's just now getting up and out of bed, in the mid-afternoon, after having gone to sleep at a reasonable hour the night before. It really doesn't make much sense, there's been nothing outright bothering him lately, but he feels like he had the oddest dreams that he just can't remember...

Anyway, he's in the kitchen, at a random table, munching on a bowl of cereal and looking a little pale. The journal's open beside him, and he's flipping through the pages checking out what people have been up to today. You might hearing him munching a munch, maybe, if your hearing is amazing.]

...Lots of newbies lately...

⊕ .003 caliber

[neverplays]

[Hit Girl is patrolling... the halls. It's not as if she has better things to do, but she's ticked off that the last skirmish she had was with Damian -- AND it got interrupted by some redhead.

Of course, she's currently stopped outside of a door on the third floor. Her ear pressed to the door for a moment before she's ... KICKING THE DOOR IN and surveying the scene. Shaking her head, she lets the dogs out of the room they've been locked in.

The dogs run to her, tails wagging and nosing at her for attention. Clearly, they can sense her inner violence. Sneering for a moment, she pulls out her journal, dictating aloud:]

Alright, whichever one of you fuckers thought it was okay to just lock up animals and neglect them - I've taken them off your hands. You don't have to abandon them anymore.

[she's DISGUSTED by your actions... even if you did leave food out for them. Of course, she realizes that she can just look at the name on the door, to find out which one of you did this to these ADORABLE puppies... of doom.]


Sam Winchester, asshole, you're on my list.



[ooc: Approved by Sam Winchester's writer. Feel free to run into her either BEFORE she found the dogs or after! Just let me know which.]

9. Wily...

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[It was the nature of the Arrangement that if necessary, Crowley and Aziraphale would cover for one another. It was not a part that the angel were particularly fond of, as he always felt ridiculously guilty after performing a wile¹... but he would never dream of not honouring it.

With Crowley upset over Castiel and the other angel arriving from his world, he didn't imagine the demon was paying particular attention to his duties.

Which is why this morning found Aziraphale looking furtively around as he glued caisos to the lobby floor.

Feel free to notice his failures as a demon stand-in.]


1. There was one incident in 1964 involving a water balloon and an ant colony that still brought a blush to his cheeks.


[ooc: Totally open!]

Seventeenth

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to the Nightroad Family]

...Ken? I had a nightmare. Can I come stay with you?

( o12 )

[assombris.livejournal.com]

( dick )

( clinic filter )

[ backdated to after this ]

♬ "cuz there ain't no party like my nana's tea party, hay-ho" (14th song) ♬

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[written earlier this morning]

Hello friends. Tea Party. 2pm. If you want to be there, be there. Also, if anyone who doesn't know me feels like coming and relaxing with a charming group of people, you're welcome to join.

As my room isn't the biggest, I decided everyone should grab a sweater and meet me outside. You'll find me under a big tree outside with a blanket big enough for a handful of us. You may want to bring another. There will be tea, hot chocolate, and whatever snacks I can scrape together by then. I believe there will also be alcohol for those legally allowed to drink it. Please feel free to bring whatever you like to share, we're not a picky group.

Hope to see you all there.


[and later this afternoon have Larry sitting under said big tree. He's chill in a pair of jeans and a red sweater, leaned back on his hands with his legs stretched out in front of him. He's just trying to enjoy the afternoon. Feel free to already be there or show up. Larry will be chatting with whoever may already be there. There are at least two thermoses; one with hot tea and one with hot chocolate.]

[Open! I'm not gonna bother with any sections unless the situation arises. We don't want to leave anyone out so anyone is welcome! Threadjack and have fun!]

♉ 001

[rocketchair.livejournal.com]

[there is what appears to be a young boy of thirteen or so human years, gray-skinned and yellow-eyed with large bull-like horns, laying on the floor. in the middle of the lobby. he looks slightly distressed, but ... is unable to get up, though he tries to crawl out of the way ...

these robot legs are really heavy :(]

i'M NOT REALLY SURE, wHAT EXACTLY IS GOING ON HERE,
bUT MY LEGS FEEL KIND OF INVISIBLE,
(i STILL HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT A GOOD WAY TO SAY THAT,)
aND i'M PRETTY SURE THEY AREN'T SUPPOSED TO, uHH, dO THAT ANYMORE,
aND THIS ROOM DOESN'T LOOK LIKE, aNY PLACE i'VE BEEN BEFORE,
eXCEPT FOR MAYBE PROSPIT, bUT i'M PRETTY SURE THAT ISN'T HERE,
aLSO THIS ISN'T WHERE i WAS, jUST A MINUTE AGO,
wHICH IS KIND OF ALARMING, uHH, aND i THINK pEOPLE, mORE SPECIFICALLY kARKAT,
aND PROBABLY vRISKA, MIGHT GET MAD AT ME,
eVEN THOUGH SHE'S ALWAYS MAD, aND IT'S KIND OF SCARY,
(bUT i'M GETTING OFF TOPIC,)
iF i'M NOT BACK PRETTY SOON, sO, uHH, IF ANYONE COULD TELL ME,
aNYTHING HELPFUL, lIKE, eRR, wHAT'S GOING ON,
tHAT WOULD BE REALLY HELPFUL, i MEAN REALLY HELPFUL,
aND i GUESS THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO SAY, oN THE SUBJECT OF ME BEING LOST,

[help a poor troll out? :(]

(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

[there is a loftiness in his voice. Things returning, but not quite there]

...I don't feel it, but I see it and it's persistent. But I'm seeing all sorts of things. I'm just dreaming.

But there's no continuity in dreams. I was in Bloodrust Mansion one moment and home with Violet and Nero the next, talking about different things. And I was at the clinic. I still remember Paradisa, therefore I am still in Paradisa, therefore I cannot cross over to different worlds freely. I am just sleeping.

[and later, in a much more dreamy voice, as if he had just forgotten everything he just said]

No Sabata. I don't want to fight you today. I would just win again. You only got me that one time because I wasn't expecting you to actually want to kill me.

[ooc: Power of suggestion is your friend here, but don't expect him to actually be able to go anywhere if you're that sadistic. Go ahead and mess with him]

The Missing Ark

[urtvpapa.livejournal.com]

[This doesn't make him happy. Not at all. Was this within U-DO's ability? Just the thought of it sent chills up his spine. Even if the place seemed harmless enough, surely there was nothing but an untimely demise for him here if U-DO willed it.
But he hadn't feared death in a long time. He preferred not to lose the host he just took, however. Nigredo made such a wonderful host, his body was exactly what he needed.
But the Ark! Damn!
The Ark, the Zohars, and Abel! Everything he needed for his ascension had slipped from his grasp and had been cast across the stars to who knows where. All those countless years of careful planning. The song of Nephilim, Omega... it was all gone.]

Damn you!
This will not be enough to stop me! I will get the Zohars back!
My ascension... is not complete! 

※ twenty three

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

( Friends )

( Papa  )

[With that done, Elektra shuts the journal and focuses on finishing this dish. Feel free to bump into her if you happen to be in the kitchen or passing by.]

[ooc; Loss start. Open post is very open]

third number - break down the wall-mart (dictated)

[britbutton.livejournal.com]

So alright, I've been doing the me thing and I've been doing some thinking, yeah? I'm rather good at thinking, I find. But that's beside the point. I'm going to go ahead and keep this little post stylishly short and simple. Now mind you all, all this thinking won't come to fruition for a good while, if at all, but I feel I should at least ask.

What sort of offerings are there here in terms of performance space?

♩ 016

[marionttepurple.livejournal.com]

[After waking up and recovering...whatever Carl is trying to make his escape out the clinic...clinging to the wall...at the amazing speed of a mile per hour. 8| He looks fine, kind of. If he wasn't having time loop memory regaining migraines every 2 minutes or so. Or coughing every so often. Okay he's on the verge of collapsing but is trying to escape anyway because he is really stupid in situations like these.

Nngh...

[and canonbump + loss change is...done... someone please chuck him back on a bed.]

¿ 2 spooky demon things ?

[mr-stealthypnts.livejournal.com]

filtered to Xander's two favorite girls; aka Willow and Buffy.

Okay first let me say: Buffy, I know you're here somewhere! Show your tiny, adorable face at once!

And two...I don't know. I just want to see you two. I kinda just recently saw Buf back home, but Wil? Haven't seen you since Giles Willow-napped you. And...I'M IN A STRANGE PLACE AND WANT MY BEST FRIENDS!

Okay. I feel better.
.end filter


[and have a Xander walking into the game room. He comes to a stop and his eyes go wide as he looks around the room with big eyes. Kid in a candy store anyone?]

Holy Insomnia, Batman. I will never sleep again!

[falls to his knees and raises his hands] Thank you Gods of Paradisa!!

[and of course he's got his journal folded open in the back waistband of his pants, so it picks this all up. He's here to be bugged in person or journal]

❀ sixteen unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

[have a long drawn out SIGH, Paradisa]

I spent all weekend in the city shopping.

How come none of the stores have their Christmas stuff up yet??

I mean, back in Los Angeles, we'd totally have tons of stuff to buy already. It's, like, Retail Law.

Where's your Christmas SPIRIT Paradisa??

|| { 96: medley } ||

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: backdated to a bit earlier today! probably around 3 pm.]]

[lobby, corner of. see: one joshua kiryu, sitting crosslegged, surrounded by literally hundreds and hundreds of board games. if you thought of it, it's there somewhere amongst the stacks and stacks of boxes. and what is he doing? well, there are a lot of fun things you can do with eight sets of mouse trap... like making rube goldberg machines even more unnecessarily complicated. he pauses in the middle of the elaborate... whatever he's making and addresses the journal.]

Aha... would anyone like to take apart a board game for me? I do like the look of that dome, but I really could care less about the dice.

031

[givingchase.livejournal.com]

[the journal flops open, sora is excited, WHAT ELSE IS NEW. but he sounds like he's pleading this time.] Aww, c'mon! It'll totally work!

You just want it to work. Have you even tried anything like this before?

( ooc cut: BRO FIGHTS RULE )

[excite. *^*] One... Two... Three!

[... there's a pause… then:]




WE WANT A HALF-PIPE!


[another pause as their voices... echo...]

...I don't think it worked.



[...CRASH!!!]

[[ooc: this is sora, this is roxas, and that is a giant halfpipe out on the castle grounds. mod approved! 8D also... backdated to earlier today. LOL]]

Fifth Sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Maladict is in the kitchen, making necklaces out of coffee beans, her journal open beside her as she does so]

Losses, newcomers, and people showing varying degrees of anger or upset. You need never be bored here, all you have to do is open a journal up and wait for the entertainment to come to you.

What's going to happen next? Is one of you going to have a shocking tryst with someone who turns out to be your cousin? That would be quite the plot twist.

/backdates so hard

[handsthathelp.livejournal.com]

Who: Penny, Captain Hammer
What: Penny attempting to stop Captain Hammer from beating Billy to a pulp
When: Finishing this thread... so almost a month back. orz
Where: The lobby
Rating: PG - there's nothing much, just the threat of violence.

( The camera doesn't lie )

0002 - action!

[nocturnalsinger.livejournal.com]

[So, for those of you walking around the castle lobby late at night (around midnight or so)... you're not alone! There's a small silver-haired girl leaning against a wall with her head tilted to the ceiling and her eyes closed. And she's singing! And looks really, really happy to be doing so.

Come bother/gripe at/compliment her! I mean, it's not like she's going to stop and talk to anyone else...]

(no subject)

[khaji-da.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Hey. I got a question. How often do you ask the castle or a ghost to do something for you?

Also. Making candy apples tomorrow in the kitchen. Blue ones. Anyone want to join in?