Twenty Second Shot

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

Hey, did anyone think to look for those missing people under the couch? I find ALL my lost shit there! Think about it. I totally bet they're just stuck to a quarter or something.

Or maybe they're at a gay bar.

...Gay bar, gay bar ♫

[407]

[ino]

[in the clinic tonight there is a blonde .... suddenly, whose glorious long hair has been restored ....

and has on a sweetass new outfit

she's stirring for a moment, stretching and yawning. time to get up already?

... wait a second. she blinks several times, staring ahead ... but she's not really seeing what's in front of her. she's realizing that just a minute ago, she was in the lineup with Shino and Kiba and where the hell is she now --]

--Wh --

[she's immediately going to the pouch on her leg for a knife, taking another quick look around.

.... wait. she knows this room. it's the castle.]

.... Shit! [her fist is landing in the wall, where it kind of ..... cracks it. oops]

[ooc: OH MY GOD i can never keep her unconscious for long. skfjsdkjf SOB. open in the clinic or over the journal.]

sechs.

[lostbirth.livejournal.com]

Now that this silly holiday, if you could call it that, is over, I wonder how things will progress. I've seen some changes in people, it seems certain events will occur. [ he can hardly keep his excitement in. ] It seems I'm not the only one with ulterior motives. I wonder if they will come in handy in later times, I can see a re-occurring theme.

[ he's in his room, looking at his compass with a unique expression, one hand over the glowing object and the other down by his side. ]

Ideally, The Day of the Dead would have be a good starting point but that has passed. Time to decide on a new day, following future coming events. But a good push in the right direction doesn't hurt the overall process. The events are usually meddled with by some outside force, so it does not hurt to give it a go as well.

[ ooc; so i kind of wanted to show Wilhelm's loss a bit (which is his sanity). normally he wouldn't interfere himself, etc etc, plan, all that. so i wanted to show him maybe a bit impatient. i will be talking to the mods on the idea i have in mind so i can hopefully set that up. feel free to speak to Wilhelm in any way through this. walking past his room, all that good stuff. ]

there are no jukeboxes in the Dead Zone.

[huntersdaughter]

Who: Jo Harvelle
What: The Before & After of Being Taken
When: Friday 4:24PM & 11:36PM
Where: The Lux Walk-In Freezer & The Dead Zone
Rating: There's just mild language.


( This place just got better and better. )

Treat 014;

[pumpkinbutt]

( Insolitus Filter )

(no subject)

[crystalize.livejournal.com]

[ Everything is dictated, they've all found each other by this point. In fact, Lenalee and Josh are currently in the process of making their way over to a lincefacing Minty who has his journal. ]

Are you both all right? Thankfully, we weren't that far apart.

[ Josh's voice follows, sounding a bit more hectic. ]

Not really, no. What the hell is going on?!

[ To counter that, Minato sounds relatively calm. ]

I'm not sure, but I've got my journal. Do you have yours?

[ After a little searching, Lenalee and Josh reply at nearly the same time with the same answer -- that's a negative. While Lenalee steps away from the two to check something, the other two continue talking. ]

We're stranded.

Stranded where? [ He's growing increasingly impatient with the situation, when Lenalee calls over. ]

My Innocence isn't working, I think we're in the Dead Zone. [ DUN DUN DUUUUUN. This does not exist. ]

[ooc; Josh and Minty obviously. Normal text is Lenalee.]

three

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[The sound of a set of keys jingling can be heard before a voice speaks into the journal.]

I'm looking for anyone that can tell me anything about... [brief pause] "The Deathmatch."

𝛃 - 004

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

( [TL;DR, not cut IC, but Private anyways] )

Filtered to the other Midnight Man victims
I need location and status checks from all of you, now. [Really, this just means she cares]
/Filter

Filtered to Foxtrot-12
What's your take on the disappearances?
/Filter

[Dictated]

So, is this the kind of thing we can expect from this place? [She sounds ... somewhat amused. It's nothing like warfare but it's certainly keeping her busy]

[Edited in Later;]

Filtered to Clark
Foxtrot-12 informed me you were organizing a search and rescue for the missing residents.
/Filter



[[ooc: open journal! Kat makes me think too much! XD]]

001

[goodtodream.livejournal.com]

[Marian wakes up in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar bed. She's startled to say the least.] Could there a part of Nottingham Castle I am unfamiliar with? No, of course not. [Looking around the room, she spots an open journal and picks it up. Reading the words on the pages, she gets even more confused.] Have I been kidnapped? [The panic in her voice can be heard clearly as she searches around the room, journal still in her hand.] Hello?! Whoever has taken me, show yourself!

(no subject)

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[this is essentially right after Tamaki's latest post because goddamit no bad host king BAD.]

Attention, witches, and whoever else Tamaki Suoh was trying to pick a fight with.

He's not well. He's insane. He hasn't gotten enough sleep. He lost some friends. He had too much sugar. He needs more nutrients. He was dropped on his head as a kid. He was dropped on his head a few months ago.

Please, please, please don't take him seriously and fight him because I don't want him to die. That would just... he's a nice guy, really, he's just a little... over-eager sometimes.  Just ignore the last announcement he made, and we'll all be better for it.

Thanks.

⇒ 039

[fastest.livejournal.com]

[ oooh. on visiting the castle so he can ask for FREE ICE CREAM, he finds...golden apples all over the place. que pasa? he'd go to his own 'door' to see if there are some there, but it's so much easier to just snatch someone else's. so someone is free to complain that their door is the only one without shiny golden apples.

amused as all hell. they're so purty, and wondering how tasty they are. apples kind of make him think of crowley, and how annoyed he gets at bible quotations only helps. so joshua flops down on one of the couches in the lobby, juggling a few apples while dictating softly: ]

“And these are the golden emerods which the Philistines returned for a trespass offering unto the Lord; for Ashdod one, for Gaza one, for Askelon one, for Gath one, for Ekron one;

And the golden mice, according to the number of all the cities of the Philistines belonging to the five lords, both of fenced cities, and of country villages, even unto the great stone of Abel, whereon they set down the ark of the Lord: which stone remaineth unto this day in the field of Joshua, the Bethshemite.”

[ a small laugh, and then a little mutter shortly after as he throws one of the apples out into the air. elvis phrased it much simpler for those too dumb to understand ]

Return to sender.


[ ooc; Open to anyone in the lobby or over the journal! :> He's just being a troll, as per...usual. Apple's aimed for a certain troll goddess though. ]

(no subject)

[tough-teacher.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[She sighs and taps her pen against the paper.]

Something's missing. I just don't know what.


[It was getting a bit stuffy in her room and it's too cold to open a window, so she also has her door propped open, if anyone wants to stick their heads in.]

ένα

[chaosphiliac.livejournal.com]

[ there's a mysterious voice that speaks up over the journals. the voice is strongly feminine, echoing, seductive, and strangely entrancing. she sounds smug and out the journal pages, purple smoke starts curling and wisping towards the ceiling, like some strange dance. ]

Well, this is going to be fun.

[ it's like the voice fills the entire room of the listener before the smoke disappears into clouds and nothing else is spoken.

meanwhile, enjoy your apples, paradisa ]

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[sworn]

( Private )

( Sylvanas )

ｅｉｇｈｔ ➜ ［ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｈａｖｅ ｓｔａｙｅｄ ｕｐ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｏｕ ａｌｌ ｎｉｇｈｔ； ］

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ Journals have a pesky habit of opening up at the absolute worst times ever, don't they? Luckily for those playing at home, Bruce is generally quiet when he broods, so there's nothing but the sound of his fists hitting the punching bag in the gym.

It's been over a week since Carrie was kidnapped, six days since they rescued her and the Joker turned back into Tim. And he still hasn't talked to anyone but his Tim since that night. Even then, it was strained. But the anger at himself and at the Joker and the guilt for letting Carrie get kidnapped (she was on patrol with him. she was robin, his responsibility and still so damn young) that he can't help but shut down and avoid everyone as if they've got the plague.

All of that needs some sort of outlet, though, and since there isn't much crime in the town the punching bag is feeling the brunt of his wrath. Not that it does much to quell the circling thoughts of what he should've done better, and of how he was going to fail so utterly and completely later on.

That last thought is what makes him let out a somewhat loud and frustrated noise, hitting the bag especially hard before just... stopping all together for a moment, head bowed and eyes closed, counting backwards from fifty to calm himself down, completely oblivious to the fact that his journal recorded that last little show of whatever it is you call what's bothering him. ]


[ ooc| completely open, in person or over the journals! just... be warned that he may be a bit more terse than usual. >: ]

Host King's Seventeenth Court

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

[He had a whole day to wait for his mission with Jr. and Halloween... a daring escapade to track down the Midnight Man and bring him to justice!

But now that Tamaki was ready and raring to go, it seemed a shame not to do anything else. After all, his friend had mentioned more than one threat, and he had a whole day with which to deal with another of them.

His mind is taken once more to happy places... to the delusions of:

TAMAKI BRAIN THEATRE

In a single day, the dashingly brave and handsome Tamaki (who is, for the intents of this brain theatre, dressed in a medieval knight's armour), has vanquished the foes of the castle simply by stepping into their vicinity. Overcome with shame at their evil acts, Arthas and the witches fall on their knees and beg for mercy, as the castle residents applaud and cheer.

It's with this in mind, that Tamaki's voice rings out firmly over the journals. Righteous anger in every syllable!]

Arthas! Evil witches who have kidnapped the defenceless residents of this castle! I, Suoh Tamaki, will not stand for this injustice!

Come out and fight me, or renounce your evil ways forever!


[ooc: Open oh God. Backdated to right after he's spoken to Jr.

EDIT: For continuity, so Tamaki can go hunt the Midnight Man with Jr., Halloween and Lancelot... Arthas thread takes place the day after he gets back from their sleepover. This has been cleared with the Arthas player =)]

12 - Fall and Relaxation - 12

[onemanshort.livejournal.com]

[The tension around the crew's little collection of rooms after Wash's Halloween Revelation made the fifth floor a little stifling. Not to mention that there were only so many days you could devote yourself to projects before getting a tad burned out... Which is why Kaylee's taking a break from her Mule and her workshop to enjoy the beautiful fall weather, because, if there's one thing Para does well, it's weather.

Relaxing on the bench by the duck pond, she's come prepared with a big, insulated mug of hot chocolate and a brownie. Most of the dessert is definitely meant for eating, but every now and then she'll toss a chunk to the ducks. No need to be stingy. She can always wish up more]

Funny... bein' up in Serenity all the time, you don't really think a lot 'bout changin' temperatures and the like. Not in the normal, shiftin' of the seasons way.

I miss livin' on her and bein' with the rest of the crew, but it's kinda nice, experiencin' this the proper way.

[ooc: open in person and over the journals. I missed you, Para]

(no subject)

[protects.livejournal.com]

Testing?

[There's a slight pause as Angel watches the words come to life in his own handwriting]

Huh. I guess it was that easy. Although you'd think they'd give you the option to erase...

[Oh, right. This thing was still recording everything that he was dictating to it. Ahem]

For anyone who didn't get the memo, I'm back. I'm pretty much caught up on everything as far as what's recorded in the journal. I'm on the sixth floor if anyone needs me for anything. That might be changing here pretty shortly, though.

( Cordelia, Wesley, Fred, Lorne, Faith, and Harmony )