Dec. 7th, 2010

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Dec. 7th, 2010 03:56 am
[identity profile] reshaper.livejournal.com
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Wow, this loss thing is taking its time -- not that I'm complaining! I know it's not permanent, I do. It would be really cool if it stuck around through Christmas, though.

[ For anyone strolling around through the lobby today? Cess is admiring the decorations in one of those ridiculous dresses, mentally cursing corsets all the while. Really, how did women get by back then without being completely miserable? Because she's only been in this thing for an hour and she already wants to give up. Last chance to bug human-y Cess before she goes all metallic and mercury again. ]

If Christmas is anything like Thanksgiving and Halloween, I think I might just lock myself in my room until the holiday ends. I just hope we don't end up having to deal with anything like the turkeys. Or something like the candy corn with Halloween.

That was kind of weird. Okay. Really weird.

[ooc; Open, or over the journal!]

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Dec. 7th, 2010 11:15 am
[identity profile] windsturms.livejournal.com
[if you're paying very close attention, you might hear the muffled thumps of pebbles hitting ice. Unless, of course, you're seeing Hartmann in person at the dead zone outpost, where she's half-sitting on the lake's edge with her journal]

It's beautiful out here. Not that it wasn't already, but the snow has this...cleansing effect? Everything looks so spotless. [in contrast with the landfill known as her room(s)] The scenery's like something out of a postcard.

On that note...have all the sports enthusiasts gone home? He-llo, there's a huge body of water literally minutes away from the castle, surrounded by aforementioned fantastic scenery. It'd be great for ice-skating.

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Dec. 7th, 2010 12:12 pm
[identity profile] aviarius.livejournal.com
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[ after much time spent trying to replace his clothing, the grand master has finally accepted the fact he is to remain in this ...suit until whatever force governs this place deems it acceptable to return his clothing to him--though the top hat had to go, so it was discarded very early on.

sadly his current dress is by no means suitable for scaling buildings such as the castle, so he is forced to take the stairs (he refuses to take the elevator), the entire trip spent mildly annoyed. until he gets outside, annoyance replaced by surprise and interest.

don't mind him while he inspects the snow, it is interesting okay. ]

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Dec. 7th, 2010 03:57 pm
[identity profile] maces.livejournal.com
[With the aesthetic changes to the castle, the lobby has now acquired a decent sized, fully functioning fireplace! It comes complete with tools and materials for tending to the fire. Next to it is a nicely size stack of wood ready for use.

That, however, remains untouched for now.

In a chair pulled up close to the fire, sits one Thanagarian warrior decked out in Victorian era garb. Her dress is almost complete, sans a few complicated pieces. Such as this for example. Said item is standing straight up by her feet, a few sections missing. Shayera reaches down and breaks off another portion, turning it over in her hands before she dictates.]


Human history is full of war and famine and bloodshed, but I never imagined anyone would be depraved enough to think up tortures like these.

[She tosses the piece into the fire, and the crackling of the flames feeding upon it is captured by the journal.]

[OOC: Journal or in person. :D]
[identity profile] ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com
[Hello to anyone passing by on the second floor. The door of 201 is suddenly being halved in two quicker than the eye can see, and then Teresa is kicking it against the opposite wall. Yes, she's wearing a ridiculous dress, but that's not why she's furious.]

This is not a fair trade. This was--

[She's trying so very hard not to lose her temper completely. Feel free to bother the lady with the giant sword in the hallway or over the journals.]
[identity profile] daddyhost.livejournal.com
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[There is a large pile of green needles moving through the lobby... it's a GIANT CHRISTMAS TREE that seems to be moving along of its own accord. No... No, wait, there is a blonde head of hair poking out from somewhere in the middle, as a certain Host King tugs it slowly into the lobby breathlessly.

It doesn't seem to matter to him that there is already a tree there, as he happily tries to push it upright and accidentally knocks his journal to the floor.

...Which manages to record a YELL of epic proportions, when the tree collapses on him and buries him underneath it.]


[ooc: Completely open <3]
[identity profile] courageous-wit.livejournal.com
[she read that there was a hippogriff in the stables. Curiosity got to her and she got into a sleigh to investigate. It's difficult to manage with her Victorian clothes but she manages to climb out]

Oh, goodness this dress is impossible to walk in! [she gathers her petticoats and walks on, but something darts out]

Wh...what was that? It looked like a blue lion of some sort. [oh hey there journal] Has anyone ever run across something like that?
[identity profile] exanimatus.livejournal.com
[Zelman is standing around on the front steps of the castle. there are three things you may notice about this that makes it different from all the other times Zelman has stood around outside on the front steps.

thing number one: he's got the shirt and pants and dapper waistcoat thing going on, which means, my god, he almost looks like a respectable gentleman. his hat is also missing, which means his hair does this adorable little sticky-uppy thing in the back. permanent hat-hair, probably.

thing number two: despite being very under-dressed for the weather (no suit coat for him!) he looks perfectly fine. this might have something to do with how all the snow in a three-foot radius around him is melting and quickly evaporating.

thing number three: he's not doing anything, just... watching people who are playing out in the courtyard, or quietly observing people who walk past the entrance. maybe he is even watching you. kinda spooky? maybe.]



[[ooc: for castle folks who wanted to get a kiss in, now is a good time! 8>]]
[identity profile] butdaaaaad.livejournal.com
[The journal picks up the sounds of rustling sheets and a big yawn, followed by some sleepy muttering]

Mmmm. What time is it? [a pause as she looks around, hopping up to stand on the bed.] Wait… this isn’t my room. it’s too clean. Daaaaaaad? … Launchpad? … Darkwing?

Right, I’ve obviously been kidnapped by some nefarious criminal trying to take over the city… again… It’s up to me to escape and save the day!

[leaps off the bed and strikes a dramatic pose, looking around the room and plotting her next move]

((ooc: backdated to around 10 AM or so. I could have waited and posted this tomorrow morning... but what's the fun in that? :D Open over the journals!))
[identity profile] f-ck-your-fish.livejournal.com
[while some people are bitching left and right about their changes in wardrobe, Eunice is taking hers in relative stride. she's made her way down to the kitchen in a slate-blue dress much like this one, a cookbook to one side, her journal open on the other]

Arright. So. This here's my first official Paradisa Christmas, and while I know a lot of y'all are old hat at this, I figure I might as well still try to get a little bit of home up in here before things start getting weird.

Problem is... I was never the one who did the bakin'.

Anyone out there any good at this sort of thing? I could use some pointers.

[she can slice peaches on her own just fine, though, so until she hears back, she'll be doing just that.]
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Who: Timmy and Uru
What: A date!
Where: Out in town
When: The evening after this post.

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[identity profile] batfail.livejournal.com
[When Stephanie wakes up, it's slowly. She squints at the clock next to her bed. Too early. The sheets are wrapped around her in just the right way, the outside is cold, the arm around her is warm, and--

What.

There was someone in her bed. There was skin against her skin. There was a male body against her. A decidedly MALE body, given that therewassomethingpressingagainstherback.

OH GOD.

And of course, she has to freak the hell out and launch herself out of the bed in the dark, taking half the sheets with her and crashing to the floor. And of course, the journal has to open:]


WHAT THE F--uh... [Her head hits the nightstand and she hisses :( ]

[ that male body? is stirring and sitting up with a groan ] What? What the hell's going on?

Oh god, Julian?! No. NO. Nonono.

And good morning to you, too?

[[ooc: It's Wednesday, so Cupid's work... well. You see |D ]]

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Dec. 7th, 2010 11:56 pm
[identity profile] givingchase.livejournal.com
It's really nice out tonight, isn't it? [crunch crunch crunch. sora and kairi appear to be enjoying the night outside together…]

Yeah, it's beautiful. Everything looks clearer when it's cold out. [And Kairi's eyes are currently skyward, looking at the stars.]

[Sora dares to sneak a quick peek at her… oooh she's so pretty. He scratches the back of his head and quickly looks back up at the sky.] Look at all of the stars… I bet ours is up there somewhere. Our island, I mean.

Hmm, I wonder if we could recognize it from here. [She glances at him too, and then does a mock squint, pointing out a random part of the sky.] Somewhere over there, I bet.

Aaall the way over there, huh? [He shades his eyes with his hand dramatically, leaning in that direction.] … You might have a point! I can almost make out that big old paopu tree from here…

[Above them, there is a very soft flapping noise. Looks like there are some turtledoves coming to take in the view too.]


Uh huh, it's right about.... [She jabs at the sky now.] there. Tilt your head a bit, it gets clearer.

Huh… [Obediently tilts his head… one way, and then another, towards Kairi.] Uh huh! I see it! Man… One good gummi ship and it'd be a straight shot from here!

[somewhere in the town below, a bell starts ringing. oh wait, is that midnight coming?]

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