इक्कीस - 21 - The End is in Sight.

[drugged-chai.livejournal.com]

( Ed )

I can't quite believe it, my lab is almost complete. Whatever could go wrong managed to go wrong but it's all just cosmetic now.

( Peter and Hesam )

Going for a walk (action,Uther, open)

[kingpendragon.livejournal.com]

<i>The king is walking outside the castle again, noting that he actually feels more at ease here, away from the magical building. He knows it's only an illusion-this whole place is magical-but still, there's something that makes him relax a bit more. He's not usually terribly social, but he recognizes the need to not annoy everyone if he's going to survive here. Even now, it's hard to be at ease with the mix of customs and peoples, and the fact that he's not at the top of power here like back home. He does get some respect, he's the sort of guy who naturally commands it, but it's been hard at times.</i>

(ooc open post, come bother him)

(no subject)

[heirdom]

( Private )

Wave #37

[just-the-pilot.livejournal.com]

[Wash is up for a midnight snack, as frequently happens, digging around in the refrigerator and grabbing bites here and there. As he does. And once he's got a sandwich put together, comments at the journal, eyeing the fridge...]

Either someone's wishing up leftovers from the ghosts, or we had more food than I thought the first time around...

0000000100

[quanticoracle.livejournal.com]

[She has been considering something for a while, and decided to ask the castle at large.]

I know the castle doesn't require anyone to work, but if you have a job here, what is it?

What did you do back home?

[As good a way to learn about people in the castle as any. Maybe she'll make a list and add it to Castlenet.]

- twentieth year waiting -

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Right ... so ... [ahem] Just wanted to apologize to anyone I've talked to lately. You know, for--sounding like a mental headcase. That wasn't really me. Bloody castle.

[Lorne]
[a bit awkwardly] Uh ... how are you, mate? Everything sorted now?
[/Lorne]

[Lois]
Just checking up on my patient ... how's your shoulder feeling?
[/Lois]

[with all that squared away, Rory is headed to the library to find something new to read, or maybe find some DVDs to watch on the telly. Feel free to bump into him!]

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

[Asuka went to bed at a decent hour. So clearly, it makes sense that she wakes up way past noon :) But it doesn't really make sense that she falls out of bed. Ouch. Okay, that was annoying. Then, she trips over her sheets trying to stand up. THEN, she's out of toothpaste. And toilet paper.

And then all she can find are the lefts of her socks. What?

Her infinite patience was running out. Moving about her room, her toe comes in contact with the corner of her nightstand, knocking over everything on it, including her journal.]

I HATE TUESDAYS! Ow!

[[ooc: Mansioncrew can come investigate if they dare, everyone else can just marvel at this ray of sunshine. Thanks for the bad luck, Eris. 8| ]]

Stage 1

[abravelikehero]

[There is a young man sitting up in the middle of the floor in the main hall. He seems a bit confused, there's a pillow behind him and a blanket over him, it looks like he woke up there.]

Um... excuse me? Hello? Anyone out there?

[He pauses for a moment, looking around.]

Am I still at Evil Academy? Because... well... this doesn't look familiar at all. Is this some kind of joke? Mao... please don't do weird things to me in the middle of the night, it's creepy and it leaves me feeling very strange.... What's the point in moving me somewhere unfamiliar?

C-could this be!?

Maybe this is a test? Or... or punishment for what I almost did! Even with this demon title I should never have even considered straying from the heroes path! But this doesn't make any sense. This would be a very strange kind of punishment, and wouldn't go well with the plot of the story. An AU or a cross over might make more sense... but that seems a bit unlikely too.... Extra content like that would wait till after the resolution.

[There's a long pause, as what shouldn't have been anywhere but inside his own thoughts, is clearly being written down in a journal to his side, as well as echoing around him. WHAT WAS GOING ON!?]

Wh-why are my internal thoughts being written out! Now that I think about it... wasn't that a proper voice over and not the voice over of a monologue in my head? The background didn't even go dark! What is going on!?

[He starts to freak out, but being at a loss of what to actually do, he doesn't really go anywhere.]

(OOC: Completely open in person or through journals.)

☢TWENTY-NINE

[unhands.livejournal.com]

( filtered to close friends plus canonmates )

[ CATERS TO CERTAIN PEOPLE :|

he's coming out of his room, pulling his shirt over his head and heading down to town. he has a pair of headphones trailing telekinetically behind him, and once he's done .... putting shirt on, he's slipping headphones over his ear and turning on Mp3 player.

he clearly doesn't want to be bothered, but you know that's the best time to bother him. :|a

GO GIT HIM. from like. the point to his room or through the lobby or on the way to town or something. open forever. ]

(ooc. if you're unsure of whether your character is counted as a good friend of him, you can ask~ but srsly... you'll know if you're on the filter. ): )

∂ thirteenth found object

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

[were you trying to write on this page of the journal? because, River just tore it out of the book to use for her next craft project.

You can find her in the lobby, far from the doors, but still where she can feel the rush of cold air waft its way down to her bare feet, seated on the floor amidst a sea of paper snowflakes. All varying in their levels of complication, and every time the door opens her hand SLAPS down over the one that would've threatened to blow away]

Sorry, I need this page too. [Riiiiips another sheet out of the journal]

?48

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[is in the game room, doing his gaming thing]

Take that evil alien overloard, take THAT!

[has a bowl of popcorn and a stack of DVDs, and looks over at him in surprise]

Oh ... sorry. I didn't think anyone would be in here.

[doesn't look up]

Well...it is the game room, dude.

Yeah, but this time of day, it's usually empty. Never mind -- I'll just come back later.

[oh the horrible sounds of defeat...via video game music. He sighs and looks up]

No biggie, I'm done.

[notices the DVDs...]

Big plans?

[looks down at his DVDs and shrugs]

I was just going to have a bit of a marathon. It was one of those days.

[brow raise]

Yeah? What kinda movies we talkin'?

The original Galaxy Battles movies, the Galaxy Journey reboot ... that kind of thing.

[slow grin]

Want company?

[grins back]

Sure! I brought the popcorn.

Awesome!

[goes to settle in next to him, before spreading out the DVD boxes]

Which do you want to go with first?

[shrugs]

Up to you, buddy.

[shrugs himself before popping the DVD for Galaxy Battles: Episode IV into the DVD player]

[reaches for the popcorn and gets ready to watch]

[settles in and starts, munching on popcorn as they go]

[Black is Sweets, Green is Xander, forward-dated to later in the evening, and this is open either over the journal or in person. Have at them.]

⫸ 1

[maces.livejournal.com]

[Dictation and page flipping go here!]

So, the comm link's down, and the only clue I have as to why my name's on the door of a room in some theme park gone wrong is a magic book that records my every word.

Cute. Really cute. Now cut the crap and someone tell me what's going on here before I go out and decide to make someone talk. The first option is the more appealing of the two. Trust me on that one.

(no subject)

[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

( Private )

_{(ooc. will get to more belated sylvanas backtagging when I get home from work nnng this workweek go die)}

(no subject)

[heirdom]

( Private )

[Mission accomplished. Damian sits down on the edge of the roof, out of sight to anyone down below, and jams the safety remote in his jeans' pocket, opposite his binoculars. He takes a bite of his apple, and wipes a bit of juice off his chin with the back of his hand.

Oh, he's good. Come bug him, unknowing citizens, as he watches the grounds for the Bentley's Great Adventure.]

(2) Spells Woven: Malygos takes a [Deep Breath]!

[spellweaving.livejournal.com]

[Good afternoon, Paradisa! Enjoying the weather? Well that's a shame, because there will be a dragon-shaped shadow blocking the sun momentarily as it heads toward the western mountains surrounding the castle. Chilly!

It won't last long though -- the beast halts at the mountains rather gracefully. The dragon is not the same as the first that flew over paradisa -- this one is a stark blue, with scales that seem to shimmer silver when the light hits them the right way. Glowing blue runes dot his body in several places, though the rest of the detail is lost in the distance.

Those who have spotted him will also notice a bright, electric blue beam firing its way out of said dragon's mouth, straight into the cliff-side. Any debris seems to magically reform its way into the mountainside without tumbling to hit some poor soul below as Malygos carves out his new home -- a dragon's den large enough for him to hide in and move around comfortably. Even at a distance, icicles are visible around the newly formed edges.

Fancy a hello? He's laid himself out on the ledge he's made, legs crossed, yellow eyes cast on the castle]

[ooc: Mod-approved o/ Journal or in person.]

broken bruised forgotten sore

[endthem.livejournal.com]

Who: Legato, Rin, and Jilly -- oh my!
What: A stray appears in the Castle
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: Starting in the lobby, then retreating somewhere
Rating: PG13-ish?


( too fucked up to care anymore... )

⇒ 040

[fastest.livejournal.com]

( Room 1502 )

Christmas is so close, but not close enough. It better not be as disappointing as Thanksgiving... There are lots of gifts I want! But I'd abandon all of them if I could get my sister. I'll have to keep asking. Does the castle mail letters to Santa, I wonder?

If it means that I have to be good, then I can do that. Wash behind the ears. No dessert before dinner. No writing on the wall. No stealing. Hmmm... What else?

[ ooc; So apparently notifs aren't working! If I'm slow you know why. ): ]

♥ 008

[heartstoblend.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Not much longer until Christmas.

(no subject)

[luv8vul.livejournal.com]

December... that's when the castle hangs up its asymmetrical decorations in a hideous and almost random pattern.

[ just give him a moment to get over his initial bought of nausea that accompanies that thought ]

What do you suppose the odds are of the castle forgoing that event this year?

(no subject)

[gotcharm.livejournal.com]

Geez...

[there's a twing and a thwack... someone is out at the archery range practicing. But there's a pause as she rubs her hands together, and she'll dictate over the journal] You know, coming out to get some practice sounded like a good idea. I knew it was cold but I didn't realize it was freezing... I wonder if it's going to start snowing soon?

Well... might as well back it in, I've reached my limit. [not really, but high maintenance girl is high maintenance. and as she's walking back to the castle, she'll talk into her journal]

So how is everyone? November is nearly over and yes, I've heard about the kissing mistletoe, or bells, or whatever it is. How soon does that usually start, and what are the chances that we'll be lucky enough for Paradisa to skip it this time around?

[feel free to respond either over the journal, or bump into her returning to the castle]

(no subject)

[wiederholt.livejournal.com]

( filtered to Paradisa, viewable to Erika and Lambda )

→one← cruel humor

[oathprotector.livejournal.com]

[It starts with a little bit of shifting, and then a deep sigh. He doesn't know the journal next to his arm at the desk is the form of communication here, nor does he take any notice to its being open and picking up his noise.]

[There's a long pause, before Riku slams his hand down on his desk in frustration. He doesn't say anything, though, not for another several moments. When he does, it's mostly under his breath.]

... I have to find Sora and Kairi. Just... do that, and go from there.

[He's lost. But a little self-encouragement never hurt, right?]

[So why isn't there any evidence of him getting up to go look yet?]

［ ｔｅｎ； ］

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

( Stephanie Brown )

( Barbara Gordon )

[ aaaaand added in later: ]

( Tim Drake / Red Robin )

(no subject)

[batfail.livejournal.com]

Uru! You owe me a date. Terry, it was a valiant effort. [Coughs, mutters "cheapskate," and coughs again.] Second place can clean my room?

[And that's it from this one. Now, what filter to start with...]

( [Superm--Clark] )

( [Julian] )

( [Damian] )

(no subject)

[setmyalarm.livejournal.com]

[Sylvanas]

I've been thinking about something... Could I ask you for some advice?

one hundred and fifty-three:

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

( Nikola Tesla )

(no subject)

[studyyy.livejournal.com]

( [Filtered to the person who bid on her auction (Suoh Tamaki)] )

( [Lenalee] )

058

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

( [Mechanical types, mechanics, people who know things about motorcylces] )

[Charlie’s wandering in town, doing some ah… preliminary scouting for gifts. Eventually he comes to a stop in front of a pet store, pausing outside long enough to smile just slightly before going in. …he’s definitely not there to make adorable faces at the puppies. Definitely… probably not]

Exploring

[fiery-fist.livejournal.com]

Who: Adell and Almaz von Almandine Adamant
What: Showing Almaz around the castle.
When: Now~
Where: Starting at the main lobby.
Rating: G?

( Meeting someone you've met before. Weird, eh? )

The Squishy Blue Cubes

[guyofgisborne]

Who: Guy
What: His first meal in paradisa
When: tonight
Where: the clinic
Rating: G

( They called it "jello," or so he'd been told. )

(no subject)

[pai-sho-master.livejournal.com]

 [You know, all this talk about Christmas combined with being friends with a number of devout Catholics is enough to make someone curious. So Iroh's nabbed some books from the library and is sitting in the lobby drinking hot chocolate and reading up on Christianity, both theology and history.

It's interesting reading. This is one of the few benefits of this place, really-being able to learn about things that don't exist in your world.

Feel free to comment on his reading selection or distract him.]

(no subject)

[darkevangel.livejournal.com]

[ anybody venturing into the game room will find one adorable little girl - slash - evil vampire playing Mrs. Cap-Man... and winning her way to the top score ]

Why don't they make games like this any more? [ and anybody listening over the journal can have the sounds of pac-man-esque gobbling, then a power-up! time to eat ghosts ]

0.011

[diffusive.livejournal.com]

[ journal opens to shuffling and movement, it goes on for a few moments and if you listen hard enough there is even the sound of a groan. wonder what made that sound? anyway silence falls briefly before the footsteps move towards the journal and someone chuckles. more silence then something it written: ]

I will lead the blind by a road they do not know, by paths they have not known I will guide them, I will turn the darkness before them into light, the rough places into level ground. These are the things I will do, I will not forsake them. -- Isaiah 42:16

[ man he can write pretty well for a future person, from a future where no one writes... i mean no one. regardless it'd be hard to tell who it is from writing alone, as he doesn't do it often. there is a pause and then he starts to write again: ]

I left you a little present in town, dear little heroes, now why don't you use your collective pea sized brains to find it hmm? Better hurry, they're not looking so good.

[ and with that the writing stops and journal is closed. don't expect a reply anytime soon. ]


( ooc; for those who don't know i've got a sort of mini plot thing going on for albedo, i've been a bit lazy with it lately however i am trying to rectify that! over here is some details of what he did (and a little overview of this whole thing), anyone can jump in on this plot thing if they want! tis very encouraged. albedo is long gone and won't be replying anytime soon but he will be watching, so feel free to spam this post as much as you like, i'm not bothered by it. :> )

Goodbye and goodbye

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[There's really a lot to be catching up on. There's Spike to check on, not to mention Angel and Harmony and Cordy. She really should apologize to Larry for the leather again too. And then there was a date with Lorne to plan. But something's caught her attention, or rather the lack of it has. And after a good while spent checking rooms and walking halls the truth's pretty much undeniable]

Wesley's gone.

[Again]

Auction Aftermath

[its-worthdoing.livejournal.com]

[Though you can't see it, someone's pencil has never neat crescent moons indented into the end of it -- the consequence of thought. She will never let go of her love affair with those number 2's]

Ares?

[She feels strange at the idea of filtering anything to a complete stranger. This is nice and open, like meeting in a coffee shop. Public domain]

I think I owe you a date.

✖ one: not exactly her finest moment

[pinecone-face.livejournal.com]

[Thalia awakens to find herself in a strange bed. She opens her eyes wide and peers around the room. It's incredible, but completely unfamiliar to her. She remembers a battle, and snow, and then being frozen. After that, though, there's nothing. Feeling around, she finds she is still armed with her celestial bronze weapons: a bow and arrow, her hunting knives and of course, her two magical weapons: Aegis, her shield, and her spear that expands from a mace canister.]

Incredibly sweet room, no memory of how I got here and I'm still armed. [She sighs.] Monsters. Yeah.

[She groans quietly, sliding out of bed as silently as possible. She touches the silver bracelet around her wrist and then uncaps her canister of mace, expanding Aegis and her spear. Tiptoeing, she checks around the room, looking for anything out of place; however, she finds nothing. She then notices a large, picturesque window on the far wall of the room. She walks over and peeks out.]

Oh. my. gods.

[Suddenly, Thalia goes weak in the knees and begins to feel dizzy. She is ten stories up at least - which is ten stories too high, as far as she's concerned. Heights aren't really her thing, after all. She backs up slowly, shaking slightly and not noticing the chair sitting directly behind her. She trips, flailing and falling over the chair backwards and knocking over the desk beside it. A hardcover journal flies off the desk and falls directly onto her head. Thalia growls in irritation.]

WHAT IN ZEUS' NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!

First Leap

[aligero.livejournal.com]

[dictated. Ezio has climbed part of the castle to a comfortable perch and is flipping through his book until he starts speaking]

Such a strange book, how many people have written in...



I just said...



What is...

[Ezio closes the book and leaves his spot. He's going to be around the base of the castle and climbing on things and generally exploring and trying to make sense of this place, feel free to see him/tell him to stop climbing on that he's going to break his neck. Eventually he'll open the journal back up.]

there's an app for that

[diurnallistener.livejournal.com]

Who: Eila&you!
What: Help Eila technology.
When: idk sometime in November.
Where: Sitting around in the lobby.
Rating: PG

( Eila + tech = bad idea. )

tenth new york minute;

[mrsawesome.livejournal.com]

[the journal drops open rather abruptly, and as soon as it does there's the rather distinct sound of jingling intermixed with some generic rustling as she moves around her room. This goes on a for a few seconds before she finally starts to dictate.]

Alright, castle. Tomorrow's December 1st, and you know what that means. It's now -- officially! -- Christmastime.

[she makes a sound somewhere in between a giggle and an excited little squeal. GUESS WHO LOVES CHRISTMAS? LILY ALDRIN LOVES CHRISTMAS.]

I've heard all about the mistletoe or whatever already -- and I don't know about you guys, but there's no way I'm letting a castle ruin my Christmas. So, before things start getting crazy, I want to hear what you guys are doing! Parties? Secret Santa? Ooh, maybe we could trade recipes or something, I'd love to get some interdimensional stuff for my Christmas dinner.

• 018

[takethehead.livejournal.com]

[Before it gets too cold to go out comfortably anymore, she's decided she might as well attempt to do things she's caught a few other people doing outside before. Namely, skipping rocks at the duck pond. Mostly, she's just ending up being splashed, because she's throwing rocks that are far too large for her, and laughing in simple amusement. Even if the sound of it, still shocks her]

(no subject)

[diurnallistener.livejournal.com]

[Eila's hangin' the the music room and kind of aimlessly plucking at a piano. It doesn't sound that great. Bothering would be welcome!]

(no subject)

[cartrauma.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to Kids]

ATTENTION KIDS! [A page number is written here] If you don't know what happens in December (Forced kissing!!) then read this entry by Wybie!

All kids are invited to stay in the game room during the time the decorations are up. Bring sleeping bags of you plan to stay, other games not in the game room, snacks, and anything else you can think to bring. But make sure you tell an adult where you are so they won't worry about you! As soon as the decorations go up, make your way to the game room. We'll make sure it's safe!

• VII •

[benevolentsong.livejournal.com]

[Filtered AWAY from Joshua Christopher]

U-Um...If someone...Had to keep someone out of their room...But a lock wasn't strong enough. How would...

C-Can that even be done?

( Joshua )

third rune :: death

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[Since that rat bastard Arthas continues to hide himself away in some freakish estate, Koltira hasn't got much to do except explore and walk around. He doesn't much like being cooped up in his room, especially since he has little need of its comforts. Thus, he's wandering, meandering, and generally having a look 'round. It is in this way that he comes across the unconscious and bloodied body of one Jr. After handily swinging the guy's body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he carries Jr. to the clinic and lays him out on one of the cots. He's no healer, but he's a decent hand at first aid, and he can at least attend to cleaning the wounds--even though he'll realize quickly that the blood doesn't belong to the injured party. Before he starts on that, though, he opens the journal and speaks into it.]

I found this boy. Jr. He's somewhat worse for the wear. If someone with more skilled hands than me would like to see to him, I've brought him to the clinic.

[Post-cleaning, Koltira will sit in a nearby chair and make :| face while he waits.]

Entrée de Journal Quarante et Trois: Return to Normal

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

Right...

The least said about the last few weeks the better. Oh and if whomever took the cushions that were dumped outside my room could return them, I might consider not hexing your hand off.




( Harry and Hermione )

(OOC: Loss over)

the pianoman's interlude

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

Who: Larry Paul and Max Guevara
Where: The Lux
When: Late, late Tuesday night/Wednesday morning/closing time
What: Larry's in the mood for a melody, and he ain't feelin' so alright.

( la la la, de de dah... )

(no subject)

[foronewish.livejournal.com]

Who: Nunnally.
What: Despair. It's cheaper than you think.
When: Soon after Lelouch left. Backdated.
Where: Her room.
Rating: PG for EMO EMO TEENAGE ANGST

( no messiahs here )

Pedwar Deg Dau: Dragonhorses and Killer Turkeys

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

[Dictated]

I suppose one good thing about Paradisa is that you do experience something new everyday. However, that's a problem too for as good as meeting your first dragonhorse is, thank you by the way Ashura.

As good as that is, finding yourself running down the hall and shooting at a flock of angry, homicidal turkeys is not quite my idea of a typical Christmas.

Has anything else been a little odd? Well, odder than usual. Paradisa's baseline for normal is already hard to quantify.

Mask 001 - -Skip Tutorial-

[chrgin-my-sword.livejournal.com]

WHAT THE FUCK?! [Oh, doesn't that sound familiar? There's a HUM! A ZOOM! A SWISH! AND A nothing?]

Okay, there was something real goddamn strange in this neighborhood just now. Someone? Place the damn call. I mean, not that I'm scared or anything. Unless they're morbidly obese, wearing clown masks, and wielding flamethrower/fire axe combos, ghosts just don't get to me anymore.

Oh hey, there's a letter here.

Oh hey, it's for me!

Wow, wake up in a lavish bedroom looking out at fantastic countryside, to a ghost fucking with my stuff...I think it's my stuff...and now I have a letter? Seriously, is Suda51 that bankrupt for video game premises now?

Ahem.

( (OOC cut for length, not here ICly) )

I dream of cows

[pinecone-face.livejournal.com]

Who: Thalia
What: Recalling a dream
When: Before waking up in paradisa
Where: Her bed
Rating: PG (for minor crackiness and cow poop.)

( Before she awoke in Paradisa, Thalia dreamt she was an aardvark. )