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[childofhades.livejournal.com]

[Have one scrawny son of Hades sitting on his bed, looking furiously at the small card in his hand. He's clutching the iron sword by his side, as if something might attack him at any moment, and the pillows and sheets on his bed have been thrown around the room; the results of a temper tantrum. He is muttering to himself.] 

What the... Día de los Muertos? Isn't that some Spanish thing? And I'm supposed to make some kind of shrine? [He picks up a particularly lavish bunch of flowers]. You would have hated these, Bianca... Though I guess the skulls are kind of neat...

[Sniffle.] 

... I'm not dead, am I? Is that it? Is this some part of the Underworld, maybe?

[Pause.] 

Oh gods, I hope not. I don't really feel like seeing my father anytime soon...

But then, that would mean... Bianca?

[His journal has been lying open on the night-stand. Feel free to overhear.] 

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[protects.livejournal.com]

Who: Angel and Spike.
What: Random encounter.
When: Before Dia de Los Muertos.
Where: The sixth floor hallway.
Rating: PG-13/R, depending.

( This can't end well )

ｘｘｘｉ

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Right. I can't be the only one who saw something like a ghost of someone they knew, am I?

Super-two! [backdated liek whoa]

[superbombshell.livejournal.com]

[Here's one of the weirdos that can celebrate this holiday in the spirit it's been meant, wandering the grounds, picking wildflowers for the shrines she'll set up for her family and the people that died in the destruction of Krypton and Argos.

As she walks and picks, she talks to herself a bit. Or, really, to her old friends and family.]

Look, Mom, these look almost like the ones Daddy got you for your anniversary when we were kids. Remember? Ron and I took them and made necklaces from them for you both, [she giggles] and Daddy was so mad. But you told him we were just kids and made him wear his for the rest of the day.

[A fond sigh at happy memories as she adds the flower to her basket.]

If I can find enough of these, I'll make you and Daddy and Ron new necklaces.

[Backdated like a backdating thing]

[notkasmai.livejournal.com]

[Here is a grumpy, disgruntled gunslinger who is not awake enough to deal with this crud.]

Shrines t'the dead? Aye, that'll do 'em good, cannot think of a thing a corpse would need more'n a shrine-a flowers. That'll surely attract lots-a good, fat worms, just what the doctor ordered, do ya kennit.

[Paper crinkles underneath this muttering] Pfah, and any ro' if I built a thousand t'wouldn't be enough for all my dead. [And the sound of a match being struck and a long, inhaled breath.] Shrines. Never heard somethin' so . . .

[He doesn't have the words for how ridiculous it is. Or maybe any word he can think just sounds disrespectful. He grouches, but as he remembers how he forgot to properly mourn the death of one of his best friends in all the excitement and confusion of arriving in Paradisa, he realizes he damn-well will be making a few shrines.]

IV

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( Private )

[ sdkjgskdgs and now that that....horribly depressing/insecure moment is over, she'll be sitting on one of the couches in the games room just sort of reading through the journal at everything that's been happening since the dia de los muertos thing started ): ]


[[ooc; OPEN.....but god sjkdgks )8 minty why y gotta tell her things ]]

009 ♕ [voice/spam] | dead zone departure

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

FORWARD DATED TO TOMORROW as the date changed for the trip:

[Apparently, today's the day the Dead Zone trip is pulling out.  It makes the fact that festivities celebrating Day of the Dead seem to have reached a peak last night feel a little bit ironic.]

[Dryly]  Gee, we even got our own sending off party.   It could have done with a few less skulls though.

( Clark )

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[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ has definitely been pretty avoidey since waking up with half her face painted like so. but since she asked claire to put off the trip an extra day, she better take advantage of it. so she's lurking around the cemetery set up outside of the castle, staring at a gravestone.

Lana Lang

yes...this would almost be nostalgic if not for that very unsettling name. she was sort of expecting it but still not happy to see it. she's also not surprised when she sees clark's nearby. that...was a very bad day ]

[ ooc; Totally open~! She's just standing around like a creeper. ]

#12

[caninevengeance.livejournal.com]

[she isn't so thrilled at encountering her late brother's apparition multiple times over the past day and a half, it reminds her too strongly of the time his zombified corpse couldn't recognize her and tried to murder her. Besides, werewolves believe in Valhalla -- catching glimpses of Lobo implies that he he didn't even get the paradise he rightfully deserves, and that just makes her rage.

Doesn't mean she's going to pass up the opportunity to do something for him, though. Hence, there is now one (01) Riza looking at the various pillows on sale for this occasion, trying to decide which would be appropriate. Her expression is that of deep concentration, she probably wouldn't even notice someone creeping up on her...]

[ooc: open!]

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

[Surprise surprise, sitting outside amongst all the graves is one Asuka Langley Soryu. Her knees are drawn to her chest, and her eyes are glued on the grave in front of her.]

It's stupid. I don't need this to talk to you. You've been with me for almost a year now. It's been a lot better with you here. Easier...

I wish the castle would bring you here. Your body... I don't understand why it's brought that stupid Shinji multiple times, Hikari multiple times, all these morons and useless idiots, but not all of you. Is it because of Unit 02?

I'd give it up if... if it meant I could have all of you.

[A sigh.]

[[ooc: Open! Catch her before she escaaaapes.]]

19 bullet casings

[f-ck-your-fish.livejournal.com]

[Eunice is standing in the hallway outside her door, making her shrines there, on either side of the doorway. They're both simple but colorful: one sugar skull has a stuffed bear in a Boston Bruins jersey propped up against it, along with a cup of coffee and a ... pair of boxing gloves wut. The second sugar skull has a Celtic cross hung over it, and is adorned with paper shamrocks. A few nice cigars are set around the base of it, as well. She pauses in front of them to admire her handiwork, and say a few words, her journal open nearby]

Only one of you here knew them, but ... I feel like you all should have. Detective David Greenly of the Boston police department, and Noah McManus, formerly known as "Il Duce" ... They were both good men. They weren't afraid to stand for what was right, and good in the world - and gave their all, doing it, to make sure that those who did evil were brought to justice. They would've liked it here, too, I think ... they both loved people, and life, and --

[she chokes on her words as she catches a glimpse of David out of the corner of her eye - he's making a face at the bear, as if to say "a fuckin' teddy bear? Seriously?"]

-- and ...

Okay. I think I'm seein' things ...

028

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

[Zoe spent yesterday making a shrine for many of the fallen soldiers and friends she knew since it seemed like a proper thing today. Today she found herself walking through the graveyard, glancing at named. She was both surprised and not surprised at the sheer number of graves in the place, though most she didn't recognize.]

[She freezes, however, when she comes across one name she does know. Standing there stunned for a moment, it takes a bit to register]

What...?

[a long pause as she steps back from it, disbelieving]

This is some kinda joke, right?

[Then directly into the journal; she really wants some sort of explanation]

Wash?

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[my-six-hearts.livejournal.com]

[it almost looked like a little shrine all its own, covered in paint and treats and trinkets, reverently tucked into a quiet corner of the Castle. Its hearts were gone--save for a few tiny ones painted into the designs--instead covered in six big grinning skulls. The journal is resting on top, silently typing out a repeating mantra]

I remember them

all of them

going by, like a parade, another and another and another

we all went, sometimes me and sometimes them, over and over

I remember them

all of them

(no subject)

[pai-sho-master.livejournal.com]

[Aside from making a shrine to his son (and experiencing an extreme case of Deja vu), Iroh hasn't been partaking much of the festivities. It's not that he doesn't see the value in celebrating the lives of those passed, rather than mourning their loss; it's just difficult for him to keep up the proper tone-repeatedly getting glimpses of Lu Ten wasn't helping either. On one hand, he was grateful to see him again. On the other, temporary sighting with no real interaction just drove home the separation.

That said, even very sad people get hungry. So he's in the kitchen right now, getting something to eat and looking rather emotionally drained.] 

written and open. I can pat my head and rub my belly at the same time too!

[payback.livejournal.com]

Halloween for the past two years, and now a change. I wonder if Paradisa just gets tired of the same routine? Maybe it just gets tired of people too. That would explain the constant swapping out of people who live here, and how crazy it all is. It's just like a bratty kid that gets bored with its toys after a while.

[once that's done... well, Rin came back to the castle for Halloween, and she can be found sitting on a couch in the lobby for the first time in a few weeks! she's watching the ghosts, since she's heard about people seeing familiar faces in the throngs... looking for her parents, of course. unfortunately, with her loss, even if they were there she might have trouble spotting them.

it won't stop her from keeping an eye out, though.]

twenty-five bones

[endthem.livejournal.com]

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[a shallow sigh. and then, softly--]

...I enjoy the sentiment of this holiday. It has a peculiar beauty to it.

[he will be spending the day in the cemetery, visiting each grave in turn, as if he knows them. When he reaches his own, a small and unremarkable thing with his name etched across it, he lingers. ...Even the dead should take time to remember every once in a while]

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[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

Who: Peter Petrelli and Sylar
What: Camping in the Dead Zone. Or something :x
When: around Nov. 1st.
Where: border of the Dead Zone
Rating: PG-13 just to play it safe.

( Yay for camping )

First Issue

[ruined-jaw.livejournal.com]

[Jono seems to fade into existence on the edge of town. He's garbed pretty typically, black everywhere save for his brown leather jacket, an X logo on a patch on his shoulder. Over his shoulder is slung what looks to be a dark green duffel bag, and as he walks forward, he sees a black, leather-bound journal with his name embossed on the cover in silver. growing up a mutant, you'd think he'd be used to this sort of thing, but if anything, he looks quite annoyed. He picks up the journal, flipping through the pages, as if he's looking for an explanation. Unsatisfied, he allows his telepathic voice to go wherever it will. Those familiar with the British mutant will immediately recognize his mutant signature and voice.]

{Oi, Gateway! This your idea of a bloody lark? I ain't laughin', an' would greatly 'preciate you sendin' me back now, if yeh don' mind.}

[Several minutes pass, with Jono holding still, as if expecting something to happen. When it doesn't, he looks off in the distance, seeing the castle for the first time.]

{Gateway? Y'there, mate? Where am I?}

─ third

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[embattles.livejournal.com]

[The cemetery, now that it's nearing the end of the festivities, looks a little different. Decorative throw pillows, if you didn't leave any customary ones for your dearly departed, have been provided for all of the graves, sitting neatly near the flowers and other decorations and offerings. A table has been placed next to the entrance, an imitation of the more personal shrines, should people wish to make any more grand gestures before the evening is through.

The cemetery itself, in a blank spot has a large spread out picnic blanket and a battery run boom box, playing slightly uplifting music to fill up the background, a few baskets are next to it, for people to enjoy food and drink and dancing for a few hours, before the dead are compelled to come sit on their graves]

[[ooc: forward dated to midnight. pretty much a mass post for people to use to speak to their friends, celebrate with others. A special performance will close out the night, and thread jacking is encouraged! Edit the tags to include your character, as you tag into the post ♥]

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[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

[Dated to midnight of the 2nd Day of the Dead, at the same time in which this event is occurring;]

[It had been two days that had really affected Sylvanas, of course. A celebration and acknowledgment of the dead was something that had always found itself tearing at that which was left of her emotions. It was bittersweet, if anything, to celebrate that which she lived with every day, something that was definitely on her mind as she wandered about the graveyard adorning the courtyard of Cair Paradisa.

Her grave marker was found in mere moments, and the former elf had begun to wonder if those from her world had come to visit it. That was when something caught her eye. A familiar trinket, glinting a faint blue light by the stars overhead. If Sylvanas had breaths, they would most certainly hitch at the sight, as she knelt down to retrieve the mysterious, yet familiar object.]

It can't be...

[Sylvanas looks at all the people who have come to pay respect to those who had passed. Fingers move around the trinket, and her eyes close for but a moment. Every part of her tenses, her teeth grit, and after a few moment, those eyes open once more.

Her eyes burn in that which had illuminated them, her eyes closing and her hands moving to weave the magics of her innate spirits of her undeath. The lights glow and flash, presumably gathering the attention of the crowds that had begun to form this night.]

Belore...

( What Sylvanas does next... Not cut ICly, of course. )

[When she is finished, she opts to move that trinket around her neck, not yet turning to the people behind her.

Those few minutes had been her own tribute to the dead. Everyone. All of them. Of course, she needed that moment of silence so soon after.]

_{(OOC. Through the journals, in person... Hell, this isn't even filtered away from Arthas. OPEN LIKE NO OTHER, Y'ALL~! OPEN OPEN THREADJACKALICIOUS! ♥)}

[Backdated to late last night/ early this morning]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Really.  Cute Castle.  Real cute.  Come on.

This is ridiculous.  Let me out of this damn room.  Stop this shit.   And I don't appreciate the other little pranks because I don't want to participate with this idiotic holiday.

[And yes, that was the sound of Washington punching a wall.]

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[protecteurdelac.livejournal.com]

WHO; Halloween (relegate) and Lancelot (protecteurdelac)
WHERE; Courtyard.
WHAT; Lance is emo, as usual. Halloween isn't a puppet anymore.
WHEN; Tonight.
RATING; PG?

( bluh bluh )

Twelth

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[John is adding some flowers to a little shrine just outside his room. It looks a little rambshackled, but the attempt is still there. His journal is open, but he doesn't seem to notice as he talks to 'himself']

You'll have to excuse me if I'm getting any of this wrong, Darlin'. And I'd think you over just about anyone would know if I am. Hopefully I ain't causing you too much embarrassment by this. Still, it's less of a tribute than you deserved, Luisa. [And then his voice has a hint of anger to it] At least I can remember your damn name, unlike your lousy 'beloved'. [He lets out a heavy sigh] Rest in peace, Miss Fortuna.

[Oh joy, and the girl in question just vanished around the corner]

...And now I'm going crazy. Great.

♛ 12

[emit.livejournal.com]

[After having spent the day trying not to dwell on the forced celebration, one Kallen Kouzuki is steadily making her way down the main staircase into the lobby, journal under her arm and bag over her shoulder. She wants to get some air tonight, and going out of the castle seems like a good way, despite not being able to escape the holiday.

However, as she reaches the middle of the staircase, a very familiar looking ghost floats by. When it registers who it seems to be, her mind halts, and her foot slips as she misses a step. Kallen barely catches herself on the railing to keep from falling. This sends her journal tumbling out of her arm to land open a few steps below.

The following is quietly recorded, almost inaudible due to distance from the journal and volume of her voice.]

Naoto... [A pause.] Why?

[OOC: Open journal or in person.]

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[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[Out sitting next to a grave with a painted face is Deadpool! He has a bright yellow bar that goes across face and across his mouth and stops under his ears. For his eyes, this symbol is over both eyes in black with his eyes outlined in red. He has several swirls in yellow, black, and all over his face randomly over top all of his scars. To top it all off he's wearing a sombrero now. And he's not happy. Someone has been seeing his dead girlfriend running around.]

Is there a 'no ghost' section of the castle I can stay in or am I just going to have to knock myself out until this is over? I'm perfectly fine with both options you know!


((Open over the journals or out in the graveyard :B ))

Harriet the Galapagos tortoise lived for an estimated 175 years

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Friends of Allen Walker]

I know something you don't know.


[Allen/Room Filter]

You're a lot more angry and violent than I thought you'd be. What happened to Mr. Manners? Is he still in there?

the fifty-eighth;

[variare.livejournal.com]

( room filter )

[ ooc; After MOMO's visit, this is open to anyone who'd drop by for whatever reason. ]

→one←

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[The journal is knocked open to the rather loud, random sounds of Two Face in the process of tearing his room apart to suit his rather ah… particular sense of style. And this will go on for quite some time, before finally there’s one last tinkling of shattered glass and then silence]

[When he finally speaks, it’s from a ways away as he moves about the new space: ]

Haha, so is the joke that it’s not really the Day of the Dead? Cause that’s weak, even for you. [A bang as he checks the door, not for the first time, and upon finding it still firmly closed, he grumbles darkly and keeps moving] Well, you’re not gonna hold me for long. It’s pretty goddamn pointless for you… to… Oh…

[Seems he’s just discovered the window and a view he doesn't recognize. Cue mild panic. Only mild, mind you]

What-- Shut up, Harvey. But-- Shut up! I’m thinking… […and by thinking he of course means he’s going to try to smash the window in with the first heavy thing he finds]

[Which doesn’t work. And now he has a broken lamp on the clean side of the room. This is… distressing. Yes. Only distressing, he is certainly not going to fly into a real panic about this because that would mean the Joker wins. And we really can’t have that. Right… So after another few moment’s silence, there’s the sound of a heavy coin being flipped, and then another loud crash as he hits the door as hard as he can]

LET US OUT!

[Congratulations, Paradisa, you just inherited half a psychopath and he is now trying to tear the door down at the top of the Pietas Tower. Have fun]


((ooc Open and backdated to when school wasn't kicking me in the face... :|b))

4th Feather - What is Death to God?

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

[Bishamon finds himself in the Castle church today, sitting on one of the rather uncomfortable pews as he 'contemplates' the entire area. He is not really sure what it looks like, given that he cannot see, but he has an overall feel for the lay out - pews, windows, table up front. Was that a cross? Jesus on a cross? He could not rightly tell but he knew something was there. 

And in his own sort of mockery of the entire thing, he's let his wings out - all twelve, neatly tucked and fluff to be comfortable on the pew. A seraphim, sitting in the church pews. To him it was something short of hilarious, but then he found most religions in general to be humorous.]

Quite an interesting holiday - Dia de Los Muertos, yes? The Day of the Dead. An honoring of those we have "lost". How beautiful. 

[His tone was slightly mocking there, as if a cocky smirk were on his lips.]

Tell me, do any of you believe that your prayers reach them? Or, shall we say, that your prayers reach the heavens? I always find the concept of death to be so vastly intriguing between people. They always seem to make more of an issue of it than it need be. 

[ooc: Over the journals or in person :) ]

(backdated to earlier today)

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor is wandering the graveyard, having set up proper shrines outside his TARDIS... amongst the ones Eleven has erected that he doesn't dare ask about. he stops in front of a row of four stones, reading their names quietly, but SO very fondly]

Katerina... Sara .... Kamelion ... [a sigh] Adric. It's not the way I would've liked it, but ... you're here with me, even for just a little while.

And for that, I suppose, I can be grateful. But what should I do for you, hmm? [he glances over to the spirits at the corners of his vision, looking for answers. they don't speak, but simply smile at him]

Smiles. ... It's a start. For your sake, I'll give it a try.

[and for that matter, after he's done setting up flowers and pillows in front of their graves, he'll go about leaving little things for the people he knows here in Paradisa who've died - Minato, Chie, York ... the list goes on, and so does he, until he stops in front of his own grave: The Doctor, 1-4 ... next to one marked The Doctor, 1-10. somehow, he can't help but laugh]

Well, if this isn't surreal, I'm not certain what is.