003- In which Gabriel longs for flannel. :c

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel... looks like a douche. Which is putting it mildly, because dear God, there is absolutely nothing in a Victorian wardrobe that doesn't look like crap on him. At the moment, he's sprawled sideways in a really nice Victorian chair, because his room, for some reason, seems to match his wardrobe, including a fireplace, which he almost appreciates, because he actually acknowledges the cold. He kinda wishes Castiel were still here so he can bitch about that to someone who understands, but... Like hell if he's gonna turn all sentimental.

At the moment, he's yanking his gloves off with his teat, a top hat sliding down off his head, because he hasn't decided to fling it across the room yet.]

For the love of.... I didn't sign up to be a Christmas Card extra.... [He tosses the glove away.] Okay, I didn't sign up for anything and oh, don't even start on the whole, "This is the castle, get over it" crap. I haven't hit the acceptance stage of my denial yet.  Don't worry. I'm expecting it any day now. There's been a couple layovers. [He starts yanking the other glove off and tosses both aside, leaving him with his Victorian coat covering his... Really nice suit and his hat, which he yanks off and starts toying with it.]

So if we're gonna look like side characters in A Christmas Carol, which one of you mooks is callin' dibs on Scrooge?

[[OOC: Fff. /contributes to the flood. I needed to post this before I totally forgot about it. Like I do. :c Tags might be slow, because I've got loads of work stuff coming up and I'm headed to bed, which is... Really irresponsible of me, but pffft. /hides in a corner of fail.]]

04

[centiflora-x.livejournal.com]

These dresses, er... well, they're certainly nice, but I will also admit somewhat inconvenient. _{[Because seriously, how can she practice her sword fighting while all dolled up in lace and petticoats?]}

Is there perhaps anyone who would be willing to modify some of these dresses for me? I... ah, I would very much appreciate it.

2 § Got no direction. I need direction. Just got my vamp.

[amplificate.livejournal.com]

[Caroline's journal is open on her bed. Her door is open as well as she feels perhaps treating this place like a dorm will open more communication? She swishes in front of the mirror.]

You know, in Mystic Falls we did stuff like this. We did period clothing for some Founders Day events or dances. This is kind of fun! Okay, it's...a little uncomfortable and way old fashioned but I like what the castle's trying to do.

[She moves to her window.]

The snow's pretty, too.

I don't know what you all were talking about. The castle doesn't seem that bad. Playing dress-up? I do it back home like I said so, I think you guys were exaggerating. I get it. New girl, play a few...tricks or stuff. Like, I get it, okay? But, this is fun.

I think I said the same thing over and over again. So, what is everyone doing today, anyway? And, who would I talk to about um, a job?

[ Needed to get this up before I forget. I'm headed to bed but I will reply when I wake up. Feel free to burst Caroline's bubble! ]

(no subject)

[paradisamods]

[This morning, in front of the castle, there is a strange guest! Perhaps you might find him familiar.

Goldfleck has made his way through the snow and up to the front step, now fitted with a charming little tuxedo coat to match the theme. He looks slightly ... well, wet, and once he manages to make it to the front step he'll be shaking himself off from head to toe, sending water everywhere.

He also seems to have a small package under one arm.

Maybe you should say hello?]

011

[withoutablade.livejournal.com]

[ IT'S TOO FUCKING COLD OUT HERE HALLOWEEN, WHY ARE WE OUTSIDE?

Stupid feeling responsible to lift her mood after her giant emo fit. Prince is in period clothing as well - and man, what is the deal with all these buttons and vests and shit - shoulders hunched against the cold as tiny pinkhead drags him out. TO THE SNOOOOW. ]

Urgh- it is like a thousand desert nights out here! Why do you insist on tramping around in this weather?

(ooc: Open for all :> Set in the earlyish morning! )

twenty-eight shots

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

( filter; black order )

( filter; parker )

(no subject)

[newgothamoracle.livejournal.com]

[with wry amusement] Well, this is interesting. If anyone wants their clothes modified, just ask.

[Bat Family]

[suddenly she's all business] Were your costumes altered?

¤ 11 - Too cold

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[snow tromping sounds] So, people are complaining about the clothes. ...But the snow, the weird decorations everywhere, that's normal?

Isn't that a little backwards? At least everyone looks respectable, not li--aagh! [hang on, almost fell in the snow. The journal does take a dive, however. Sorry about the wet pages, there]

Stupid snow! ...Doesn't this place do anything in moderation?!

[fishing the journal out of the snow and brushing off the pages, before he continues stomping his way to the market. Feel free to bump into him in town]

( Uncle )

written.

[payback.livejournal.com]

[filtered away from first gens and anyone who would pass information onto them]

As some of you probably know, the cat Goldfleck recently arrived at the castle. He was associated with Flora and the Mineas Well, the destination of our last expedition, rendered in an effort to find out what was behind the apparently random abduction of castle residents to the dead zone.

Upon arrival at the Well, Flora and Goldfleck welcomed us. However, shortly after arriving there we were besieged by outsiders, equipped with metal suits and technology beyond our ability to make function in the dead zone. It might have caused a great deal of trouble if Flora hadn't had an escape route ready for us, which returned us to the castle.

Goldfleck's arrival means that the Mineas Well is free from siege and a safe destination for travelers from the castle once more. He also brought a parcel, apparently a Christmas present for the castle residents from Flora (we're also apparently supposed to wait to open it).

I believe he's still around at the castle? At the moment, I'm unsure. I hope anyone who meets him will be kind.

[switches to dictation.]

In other news, for those of you who might be interested but just didn't know: there's a teleport circle for use in getting to the lakeside outpost. It's located in the basement, next to Peace Patrol headquarters, and it works both ways. No one has to make the trip out there the long way unless they really want to. They do require activation keywords. Available upon request.

With all this snow, I'd expect that the outpost will be a little inconvenient right now. I'm going to head out shortly and brush off the windows, clear some paths, whatever. For those of you interested, there's two buildings out there, one on the powered side and one on the dead zone side, both with limited living quarters. My name is Asano Rin, and I live on the dead zone side.

Also, I've been thinking about how there used to be no weather here, really. And wondering what that entails, if there was no weather in the world outside either. Maybe this world is growing, or maybe the castle controls more than we've thought. It was suggested to me that no one here was actually native to this world, which I guess suggests that they were just abducted a long time ago, and then seeded out and adapted.

Questions, questions. Did the expedition really even cement what was responsible for the abductions?

( people who care )

( Flora & Zexion )

playing dress-up

[glasscieling.livejournal.com]

[dictated from the library, where Ciel is nosing around in the fashion section, inspecting other time periods' looks out of curiosity:] I don't know what everybody is complaining about. I'm wearing the exact same thing that I usually do. It's perfectly comfortable.

In fact, I think several people's wardrobes have improved.

♬ the pianoman's twenty-first song ♬

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[Larry's been feeling like the castle's playing hot and cold with him lately. Things were good, then not so good, then better, then he was kidnapped and...just when he was feeling better...Christmas shows up. He wanted to ignore the whole thing, but the castle isn't making that easy. Especially not with the clothes and the snow and everything.]

[oh, and when he woke up this morning, not only were his clothes different, but his piano was gone.]

[so he's not a happy Larry. And he doesn't want to mix and mingle with people, so late in the evening he will find his way to the music room and take over the piano. First he'll sit there with his journal for a moment]

( Private )

I'll be happy to have my own clothes back tomorrow, and even more happy when all of this snow melts.

[and he'll slam the journal shut and get back to it in a bit. He doesn't want to broadcast his music right now. So...he'll slowly start to play this, as he thinks about the holiday without his kid. It's sad and if you're passing the music room feel free to overhear or walk in. He'll reopen his journal a little later to respond to anyone who wants to talk to him....but right now, this is him thinking he can get away with playing depressing music alone. Please prove him wrong.]


{backdated to last night}

fifth rune :: frost

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[It's late afternoon, and this guy just can't take it anymore. He's on the outskirts of the castle gardens, attacking a set of wished-for training dummies. Though the dummies react to the damage he's dealing--spinning around violently when struck particularly hard, for instance--they never seem to break or show any signs of wear and tear.

The scene is made more incongruous by Koltira's outfit; though a brass-buttoned frock coat lies in the snow nearby, he's still wearing a dark blue vest over a silver silk shirt, as well as black velvet breeches and leather boots, accessorized by the giant runeblade that he relentlessly brings down on the immobile targets--freezing them, plaguing them, somehow corrupting the blood they don't actually have.

He's got his long, silver hair pulled back into a ponytail, and the shirt's sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing the edges of his arcane tattoos. The frenzy of his attacks suggests that he has some sort of personal vendetta against these dummies. He pauses only to scrawl into his journal--]


[Filtered away from Sylvanas and Arthas]

How much longer do I have to put up with this? When I was under the Lich King's control, my armor was constantly soaked in the blood of the innocent. I threw it off of me like a curse when his hold over the death knights finally shattered and swore to regain my honor. But if you know, if you know that the innocent before you will one day rise to wreak pain and terror across your entire world, will one day in fact nearly exterminate your entire race--is it dishonorable to cut him down, as one cuts down a weed before it grows to the point of choking the garden?


... Yes. It is, of course. He is a living child and knows nothing of his deeds. But to look at him makes me physically sick in a way that I thought I was no longer even able to feel. Partly because when I look at him, I feel the slightest spark of a protective instinct. Like he reminds me of my little brother. Except I don't have a little brother, nor any other family.

[The last is written in Scourge.]

Do I?

[He resumes his attack on the dummies.]

[ooc: journal or in person <3]

♦ 18

[wereall_addicts]

( [Team Leverage] )

[Normally Sophie loves the dressing up, even period-wise, but her mood has pretty much been killed, so she's just going to sit in the Lux with a drink. Probably not the best idea, given the givens, but this is her third Nate to come and go on her, and ... really, she's not amused.

Feel free to bug her.



In fact, please bug her.]


[Open, open, open.]

twenty-eight toys

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[the strange red-haired man had let the kid tag along from the town, leading him back to his mansion and inviting him inside... But that had been some time ago. The kid tried to be patient, left sitting in a chair and waiting for the man to reappear from wherever he had disappeared to... but his attention span is much shorter than his patience, especially in a place this interesting. He fidgets with the uncomfortable formal clothes he's stuck in, and prods at the raw skin on his wrists for a while. Finally he sets out the journal and lets it babble at him.

He's picking the page apart, tearing off little tiny pieces one at a time]

[stated blandly] ...Talking books aren't real.

[finally, after not even the journal can keep his attention any longer, he throws caution to the wind and sets off to explore, leaving his journal behind.]

[ooc: attention anyone who might be in the mansion! There is a creepy teenager skulking through the halls...]

026 - Powder

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward has discovered snow. She has also discovered the sleds... and figured out that combining the two is an incredible amount of fun. Undeterred by her wardrobe change, little miss Edward is outside, sledding... in her underwear... as per usual, she's barefoot, but that doesn't seem to bother her]

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! SNOW SNOOOOOOW!! [singing] snow flakes, snow balls, snow lights, snow fights!


((OOOOOOOOOOOPEEEEEEEEEN Come and play with Edwaaaaaard!))

fifteen » action

[arakhnes.livejournal.com]

( room filter )

(backdated to before this)

42 ... mostly harmless

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: BACKDATED TO MORNING Loss Start]]


[She tried, okay? She hated the idea, but she tried anyway, and she could NOT make head nor tails of all the pieces supposedly required for ONE DAMN OUTFIT. So she's in her chemise, sounding exhausted and angry,]

I offer my services as a scout, tracker, or any other stealth position to anyone that can give me pants and a simple shirt.

Filtered to Hanna

I could use any bright ideas for cheering up right now.

Filtered to Tim

Our date might have to wait a little bit; castle's playing mean with me. [She's not quite so small and adorable as you first saw her]

Filtered to York & Delta

[Sounding a mite bitter,] As if things couldn't get worse? Yes. Yes. I woke up squishy this morning.

[A little sigh as she resigns herself to this squishy fate, just DAMN WELL HOPING it doesn't last a FREAKING MONTH like last time.]

Also, I have a question to ask about the Danger Room.






Filtered to Penny

[Waits a long time, considering. Considering. Finally, just in case she can't find any pants,]

Do you have any idea how these clothes are supposed to work?

#002

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Yo, Paradisa. Who's freakin' hungry?

There's a little sign pinned up to the kitchen door:

FOOD INSIDE - MADE BY A MASTER - COME AND SEE WHAT'S COOKING!
FREE DESSERT FOR THE LADIES!

And inside, there's a whirlwind of motion as one man works the stoves, ovens, and everything else... except the microwave. For the moments he stands still, one can see that he's blond, has strange, swirly eyebrows and a goatee, and is smoking a cigarette in his stylish and functional maroon clothing.

More important to many might be the food, and there's a lot of it, split into three tables for what kind of meal people feel like. On the breakfast table, there are pancakes and waffles galore, omelets both vegetarian and packed with meat, fruits of all sorts. Another has sandwiches and bowls of noodles, joined with chunks of meat and vegetables on bowls of rice or skewered on sticks by themselves. The last table, the one he's thrown most of his pride into, is awash perfectly-grilled with steaks and roasted poultry, and a large, glazed ham dominates the center. Breads of many varieties, both toasted and not, abound at all three tables, along with plenty of butter, honey, and jam.

And, of course, there's the dessert table, with cakes, pies, cookies and pastries of all kinds, but that one's off-limits. OFF. LIMITS. SERIOUSLY. Look at the velvet rope and posts around it, that screams class, doesn't it?

Why did he make this banquet? Because he was bored. Sanji takes a moment to rest and cracks open his journal.]

Oi, who's hungry? Get to the kitchen, I'm not eating this myself.

Fourteenth

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[The journal, as journals often are, is open to catch John talking in his sleep]

Ayauhteotl

[And then have a THUD as the cowboy falls out of bed, wide awake]

What the hell? [...] Aww, shit, no. Not this place again. Great timing, you damned castle.

Goddamn it, Reyes, you stupid power hungry bastard, that better have worked

[He lets out a haggard sigh, noticing his journal open beside him]

You wouldn't believe what I just went home to. ...I still don't think I believe it. And I thought just this place was crazy.

⊕ .005 caliber

[neverplays]

( Damian/Robin )

[she wasn't pleased with the frilly things that were stuck in her closet, but she has managed to make something work to her advantage at the very least. With the cold weather, she's added a pair of black cable-knit tights to her outfit but, she's pleased that she can still patrol as Hit Girl.

Of course, she might get distracted from her duties by the snow, because it is the perfect depth for her to just clomp around in. So, feel free to scope out the little trouble-maker and hope she doesn't hurl snow at you.]

•• two ••

[flambeaus.livejournal.com]

[ Seriously, what is his life?

So here's the deal; there is one Johnny Storm, body aflame, chilling up the roof without his hot little spider lady today. Why? because he just found out the future Mrs. Johnny Storm was actually a clone of Peter Parker. He has been making out with Peter Parker -- OH GOD. anyway, he's there sans a journal and looking like he's had a crap day. but mostly he's just trying to soak up all the facts.

Jess was still Jess, it's not like this changed stuff. Right? so clearly anyone cool enough to chill on the roof in these temperatures should come bother him or something. before he flies off to sucker punch Peter for being an information withholding douche ]

[ ooc; Open post is so very open. ]

(no subject)

[darkevangel.livejournal.com]

[ in Chie's room, a certain pair are together again, this time trying to do the impossible - get Chie into her Victorian dress

Eva's just closing the overcorset before some grumblings can be heard ]

I have pants. They're perfectly good pants! Why can't I wear them?

Because [ yanks some string ] I said so.

This is easy for you. You wear stuff like this all the time. I don't.

You know the journal's open, don't you?

[ while Chie has a verbal keysmash, Eva takes the opportunity to dictate ]

York!

You, me, Chie, and Ken. That little roadtrip you were planning. We're going to make it happen, got it?

❀ One ❀

[boylolita.livejournal.com]

[SPLASH. The water in the duck pond is disturbed as a small child breaks the surface, gasping for breath. He flounders dramatically for a moment, then catches sight of the edge of the pond and begins to swim towards it. There is a pink inner-tube around his waist, though he doesn't seem to need it. He pulls himself into the snow, coughs up a little water, then looks around.] 

❀ Helloooo? Tama-chaaan? Kyou-chaaan? [A pause. Then a tiny giggle.] Wow, this is a pretty neat water park. I wonder how they made it snow, huh Usa-chan? [A second pause.] Usa-chan...? ❀

[He finally notices something pink and fluffy floating face-down in the pond. Gasping with unbelievable enthusiasm for someone who has just nearly drowned in a tidal pool, he scrambles over and stretches to grab the stuffed bunny.]

❀ Are you okay?! [No response.] C'mon, let's go find the others and get you warm, 'kay? I betcha they're already looking for us! ❀

[He hoists the bunny up on his shoulders. A big smile on his face as though this were perfectly pleasant, Hunny marches off up the snowy hill - wearing only swim trunks - with a bunny on his shoulders and a rubber ring around his waist, still thinking that he is at a fancy water park.]

[ooc: open to anyone on the castle grounds. Hunny left his journal sitting beside the pond, unnoticed, but it will catch back up with him later.]