2: the thing that goes bump in the night

[terrorwhatflaps.livejournal.com]

... [matter-of-factly] Willow Rosenberg. ... [sort of bemused] Ciel Phantomhive. ... [extremely wtf] Asuka Langley Soryu.

[pause] Okay, really, what kind of name is Cuthbert Allgood?! ...

Gold. Okay, why not just have a sign that says "Paradisa National Bank"? Better keep an eye on this one.

.... Arthas Menethil. Huh. Sounds like the lost Musketeer ...

[plod. plod. plod. it only takes a few steps before he's out of breath again. he's been scouring the floors ever since his arrival, looking for his room. so far? no luck. and the litany of strange names on the doors, and decided lack of his OWN, secret identity or otherwise, is starting to wear on him]

Nun-na ... Ninne ... Ninny-lee Lampy-rogue?

Okay. That does it. [slumps against the wall] I give up. I GIVE UP! I'm never going to find it. I'm doomed to be some kind of hallway vagrant, sleeping on the lobby couches, the library window-seats, and under that really nice-looking pool table...

[OPEN! feel free to run into him as he's hunting for his room on the 14th floor - or slightly backdate to while he's searching your floor!]

♞ one.

[guyofgisborne]

[Guy stares up at the tiled ceiling of the clinic.]

Two thousand, two hundred and one. Two thousand, two hundred and two...

[He says, slurring his words as he counts the tiny tiles. Despite his rather severe injuries, he feels comfortable - or at least as comfortable as a man whose body is riddled with holes, incisions and stitches can feel. He is also quite aware that he's incredibly inebriated; however, he cannot remember how he got that way. Whatever the intoxicant is, it's quite possibly the most potent variety he's ever encountered - even more powerful than the cheap wine at the Trip Inn (only this stuff apparently doesn't make one go blind.)]

Two thousand, two hundred and three. Two thousand, two hundred and four. Two thousand, two hundred and five.

[Despite his foggy brain, he's figured out that he's in a castle, though he's fairly certain he isn't in Nottingham anymore. There are no rooms such as this one anywhere in Nottingham Castle, nor are there magical boxes with glowing symbols and lines moving across them that make loud noises when he rips the sticky round things off his chest. None of the physicians have mentioned his humors, or have tried to treat his wounds with leeches or blood-letting. It is all very strange to him, but with the powerful intoxicant dulling his mind, Guy really doesn't think much of it. He isn't going anywhere - his injuries keep all but his left arm immobilized - and as such, he accepts his new surroundings for what they are. For the moment.]

Two thousand, two hundred and six. Two thousand, two hundred and...um...what number was I on again? Oh, sod it...

[The only thing that is really bothering Guy at the moment is the lack of food. For days, he's been begging for a tasty meal (there have even been tears involved, but Guy is quick to blame it on the intoxicant, of course.) And for days, he's been receiving nothing more than a glass of milk that tastes like it has been mixed with metal. He hates it, and desperately wishes for some real food to fill his empty belly.

Just then, he notices a bowl on the cart sitting to the side of him that is filled with translucent blue cubes. He is curious, and reaches out with his free hand and slides the cart closer. The cubes are like nothing he's ever seen before, and he isn't sure what to make of them until he notices a spoon sticking out of the bowl. He assumes this means the weird blue stuff is edible, and although he desires food very badly, he is still hesitant to take a bite.

Wha...what is this stuff?

[ooc: Intro post! :) Also, Guy's a 12th century knight, so modern technology (and blue raspberry jello,) are kinda lost on him at the moment. :)]

♘ | 030 | lol back dated to pre-Turkey Day!

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

( [Filtered to Friends & Family (Bat, Titan (Teen and Other), Supe- okay, look, if he likes you AND works with you, chances are he thinks of you as family)] )

[OOC: Filk, he would never think to filter from himself, so feel free to wave your Dick at him!

...what a wonderful image to kick-start the day.]

three

[hyuuga]

( Ino and Sakura )

[Sometime later, Hinata finally locates the gym. Something she has been looking for ever since she learned that it snows during winter in Paradisa.]

Oh, this is...much larger than the one at home.

[Somehow, someway, her journal has followed her. And it picks up on all the normal sounds of stretching a little while later.]

[ And now there is a small white-eyed teenager in your gym. Needless to say, open. ]

Treat 016;

[pumpkinbutt]

[ it's quiet in the clinic, much like it has been for the last little while. Particularly where one pink-haired Supporter has been unconscious for two weeks. Lance hasn't left her side, the gd stalker--and although the silence persists for a few minutes longer, eventually there's a shift from the Supporter as Mana wells up in her collar

and she shifts ]

Nnh....

[[ ooc; OPEN in the clinic ;3; gurl needs support since Tasha hates her and all. Worst canon update ever ): ]]

17 Cards

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

( Maya )

( Egwene )

( Tamaki )

[all in all, Mat's starting to settle back into a better mood. Sure, he spent a week being nagged by a bunch of girls and yes, it turned out his reasons for going on the expedition were pointless...but at least he's back and everyone's relatively safe.

When Egwene doesn't answer her filter though (not even to nag him), he has to go looking for her. He almost suspects it... this will be the third time one of "his" girls has gone quiet and it's always the same. But it doesn't make the sight of the empty nameplate any easier to take.]

[over the journals, there's a loud banging sound, followed by a violent bout of cursing]

-white livered son of a goat! I hope someone burns this bloody place down to the light-forsaken ground! Light take you! Light take every bloody piece of you!

[another banging sound... and he goes silent. Anyone wandering through the 14th floor hallway can find him slumped against the wall by an empty room, holding one bloody hand from punching the door.]

(1) Spell Woven: [Portal: Paradisa]

[spellweaving.livejournal.com]

[Those outside, or perhaps looking out windows of the castle, will notice a blue streak zipping across the sky in a frenzied state. It makes a deep hissing sound, nothing that sounds at all friendly. It leaves a small trail -- those with heightened senses will recognize it as highly concentrated magic -- that leads to the ground where the creature lands.

It is roughly the size of a building, a creature build like an insect with the shimmering blue scales of a dragon -- a skeletal being to say the least. Its wicked claws, built for ice and snow, gouge the ground it walks upon and several crystalline spines pierce its joints. It hisses angrily in an extremely loud echoing tone:]

Tick, tock, tick, tock...Nozdormu playing games again! I have bequeathed no ill, and yet summoned beyond the Nexus. Beyond Azeroth! So good it is to see that your Oath to the fabrics of time has no footnotes on tormenting those nestled in their dens!

You do not impress me, Lord of Time.

[ooc: Have a voice over.]

four - backdated to yesterday

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[Former Death Match employee? Aspiring employee? You can read this.]

( DEATH MATCH EMPLOYEES )

[After a little pep talk with Lorne, Delysia is fired up and ready to run this shit. The door to the Death Match is now open after weeks of being closed, and the lights are on. It's cleaned up right nice, but looking rather empty.

And outside, leaning against the door frame is the new owner, filing her nails down with a scowl on her face.

Come... say hi?]

» rebel 01 [action 01]

[unleash-armagus.livejournal.com]

[Ragna, being Ragna, wakes up in a very confused state inside of the castle. Not knowing where he is or why he is there, he picks his Blood-Scythe up and places it on his back.]

Ugh... my head. The last thing I remember was...

[A flashback of Hazama, and the Imperator are shown but something's weird... Saya's face...it's...]

Well, whatever. I don't have time to gather my memories. I have to see what this place is like.

[So now Ragna is, for better or worse, wandering the castle aimlessly.]

♬ the pianoman's nineteenth song ♬

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

( Sophie Devereaux )

{Sorry for spamming with him two days in a row, but Larry is now back to normal. He's just too ashamed to make a public apology right now. He'll be hiding throughout Thanksgiving, unless someone bugs him to come out.}

(no subject)

[leadthedance.livejournal.com]

[Needless to say, the life of one Gino was just quite strange for a short while, given that 'android' thing. He was finally off that crazy loss, (but not before he bluescreened at the end, his eyes having turned completely blue with white text. Paradisa apparently made him run off Windows) and that meant getting back to his normal routine. Which included discovering the Tristan has a smidge of power now, which was probably due to the fact the Tristan was technically built 'in' him during that loss... but he sure couldn't figure it out. Not that said power was enough to go for a joyride, sadly.]

That was... probably one of my stranger losses, I must admit.

Whoever I spoke to within the last week or... however long that was, I'm sorry about the whole 'android' thing. I can assure you that I am most certainly, in fact, human.

At least it had the courtesy to change me back before my birthday...

( Kaylee )

twenty-seven shots

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

[backdated to earlier this afternoon]

( filter; clare )

( filter; stupid assistant )

[and with those done, he will sit back against the trunk of a tree, grabbing an apple from the satchel he brought outside with him and starting to peel it. come and mooch a slice off of him?]

¤ 10 - Lesson learned

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[normally, the turkeys would be driving him up the wall. There would be shouting and singed feathers, and something would likely get blown up. But, spending two weeks without his fire seems to have had some kind of effect.

He is currently sitting halfway up the staircase leading from the lobby, staying mostly free of turkey-related violence. And how is he keeping them at bay, you ask? He's using his temporary powers to feed them, throwing batches of oyster crackers down the steps into the lobby... and any that get riled enough to come up the stairs and get too close are getting beaned in the head by bagels]

So... this festival I keep hearing about... it's about giving thanks?

[scoff]

This place just has to rub it in.


((ooc: Last day of Zuko's wheatbending loss))

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[aviarius.livejournal.com]

[ the journal opens suddenly but nothing is said, the owner regards it briefly before speaking in a calm and composed tone: ] Ordinarily I would not consider using this, but the circumstances have forced my hand and I would be a fool to ignore a device that holds such potential of being a valuable source of information.

However it is not information I seek, only clarification. The terms of this imprisonment, if they are any. I do not wish to waste time in seeking a way to escape if it is truly impossible.

[ where is this strange dude? outside, near the duck pond staring at the journal in wait of a reply. he's pretty easy to spot, just look for a guy fully armed and dressed in mostly white, really you'll spot him pretty quickly. ]

40 ... what doesn't kill you only maims you just a little

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

Private

[Yeah. She just saw her name on the Bachlorettes list. Starting the dictation off with a resigned sigh,]

I guess this is somehow his way of getting back at me for signing him up for the Bachelor auction. [There's a hint of amusement in her voice, even if she's a little upset with the whole idea,] I'll take it as a challenge to enjoy it, even if it kills me.
/Private

Okay, to whoever signed me up for that ... auction?




I accept your challenge. [STONE FACED. but internally flailing quite a bit, actually]

❀ twenty-three unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

[avoiding people? what's that? Oh, that's what Harmony has been doing all day. She called in sick to work and has been actively trying to busy herself with plans for the Bachelorette Auction instead of dwelling on how horrible she feels about the whole 'engaged to Angel' thing.

Plus, she has a feeling that certain vampires will take this chance to laugh at her some more, and she'd prefer to avoid that.

However, it's difficult to avoid anyone when you're in the lobby of the castle, near the doors to the ballroom posting up a very large, very colorful poster addressing the castle populace. The poster in question? Well, it's inviting every single person to the Ballroom on Saturday November 27th at 6PM for the Auction. Along the bottom of the poster it says: The girl of your dreams could be any one of these amazing women! Then what follows is a list... of all of the women who have been signed up.]

It looks crooked. [said to herself, but the journal is open... it's where she had her list tucked away.]

I wish I had a smaller one to put into the -- Oh! [grins] Thanks Castle!

[and now, the same poster (but much smaller - possibly requiring a magnifying class to read all the names along the bottom - is being placed into the journal]

There! [oh... but now the journal is open and she's hesitating...]






[another minute or two of silence]



Angel and I aren't getting married... and I'm really, super, amazingly sorry. Like a lot.

six - here we go again, i kind of want to be more than friends

[handsthathelp.livejournal.com]

[takes a deep breath cause she hasn't done a real, castle wide announcement yet and is kind of nervous.]

Um, hi! Just wanted to say a quick hi to all the new people in the castle. I'm Penny! Please feel free to ask any questions you might have even though I may not be the best to answer them. [awkward, sheepish chuckle that just turns into an awkward pause before she remembers what she going to say.]

Oh, right.

Is it unusual to have so many new residents? If this keeps up, maybe we should form a welcoming committee. We could have gift baskets! And little pamphlets!

[oh so open. New peeps and trolls welcome. <3]

[Billy]

Did you make it back alright?

[Harmony]

[backdated slightly to before the poster entry]

I have a sign up for you for the auction!

Why not 39?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[sounding more amused than anything] Okay, so I guess a bachelorette auction is only fair, since the guys had to go through it first... and it could be a bit of fun.

But whoever signed me up? I will get you back. Billy, Barney and Crowley? I'm looking at you.

( Crowley )

( Bruce and others investigating )

( Lois )

two shots

[as-if-whatever.livejournal.com]

[It may not be the wisest idea he's ever had, but Braig is currently darting around behind various pieces of furniture, corners here and there, and maybe a few people, packing both of his crossbow-like arrowguns and tracking... turkeys... in the lobby area.

He hasn't actually managed to hit one yet, but he's definitely not passing up a chance to make a game of this crazy turkey-infested castle. That, and he could always use the opportunity to practice his aim.

Of course, this means that a man with two bizarre weapons and half his head in bandages is running around the lobby shooting at turkeys and missing repeatedly.]

6th Feather - Kittens Are Scarier Than You Think [Backdated to This Afternoon]

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

[Well, this was not pleasant. Those were not the exact words he might have chosen at the moment, all things considered, but first and foremost he needed to find a place to hide. And why was that?

Because he was a 4 oz chick running from roughly 3-5 lb kittens in what was rapidly becoming a loosing race.

He opened his mouth and let out a series of sharp cheeps. Not panicked. Never panicked. Just... well, this body was having a hard time outpacing kittens about 10x his size. Was that a potted plant head? Please let it be a potted plant he could hide in.]

Cheep.

[ooc: Loss start! Save the chick? And no, he is not a chocobo, it is just the closest visual representation of him I could find. Think fluffy baby chick.]

(no subject)

[recordhistory.livejournal.com]

( [Private] )

( [Lancelot] )

( [Cassandra Cain] )

(no subject)

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[she hadn't mentioned it to anyone, but she had noticed the moment the unusual structure appeared near the lake. And with the expedition ended and things fairly calm, it was time Yuki gave the temple a closer look.

(It was also a good excuse to get away from the turkey-filled lobby.)

So! This is Yuki walking up the large stone steps, journal in one hand, and wandering in as if it was completely normal for a large Greek temple to suddenly appear overnight.]

( two. )

[prudently.livejournal.com]

[ Pru does not adjust well to sentient magic castles. It wouldn't be a lie to say she's been more or less hiding in her room and taking trips only around night time except when she goes to the kitchen for food.

There also happens to be a fly that's been zipping around her room for the entire day.

This is a very frustrating thing.

So frustrating, in fact, that Pru doesn't even notice that she left her journal open when she grabbed one of her shoes to go stalk the little pest. It takes her a few minutes and some really irritating buzzing before there's a loud THWACK of her boot hitting the dresser, right on top of the fly. ]

Ha! Take that, you little fucker!

[ She picks up her shoe, expecting to see a squished bug. What she does see is a very whole fly staring back up at her. There is an impasse for a good minute and a half.

Then the fly buzzes.

Suddenly, things click.

What follows is a very long stream of curses and insults directed at the castle. Though I'm not sure that a sentient castle can have those kinds of relations with a pig. ]

[ ooc| and thus, pru discovers her loss of not being able to kill anything~ ]

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[quanticoracle.livejournal.com]

[Although she had not participated too much in the events around Paradisa lately, she certainly took notice of them. The Expedition, the Midnight Man game, which seemed a bit too much like something an unsub from back home would do for her to be comfortable. She read journal entries, but it was obvious there was a lot that was filtered or left unsaid. She couldn't draw on everyone's histories through the Internet because it didn't exist and Castlenet wasn't designed for that purpose. So, she decided to do what she did best and wander about the castle looking for conversation after filtering a few messages.]

( Filters ahoy )

[ooc: feel free to talk to her either over the journal or bump into her in the halls..]

[[4]]

[nocushywill.livejournal.com]

[sounds of footsteps, and of a door being slammed shut]

Okay. I know the castle likes to mess with things but this seems more like a prank than anything.

[short pause]

My medicine cabinet has been tampered with. All the bottles have been glued down to the shelf and it's been turned upside down. Does the castle want something or is someone messing with me?

[longer pause]

Oh.

Oh, I'm going to kill her.

7 Quarters [Backdated to the morning of Nov 24th]

[noneckchump.livejournal.com]

[Outside the castle is a really long table with many, MANY pies on top. There are lots of different kinds to choose from and they are very delicious. Eddy picks up a megaphone and speaks into it. And yes, he has his journal next to him so EVERYONE can hear about this. Wybie and Coraline may have to make some apologies to some grumpy costumers.]

COME ONE! COME ALL!

GET EM WHILE THEY'RE HOT!

GOOD OL' FRESH PIES! ALL SORTSA FLAVORS!

FIVE BUCKS A POP!