oo4 | written; memories trapped in time

[encourage]

( Filtered to Cupid; )

[ Sakura sets her journal down, looking up to stare at the turtledoves staring back at her. They've been sneaking uncooked rice whenever she looks away. In fact, several of them are looking too fat to fly.

It's with a morbid sense of curiosity that Sakura watches one of those chubby buggers waddle toward the sink and then tumble in looking for water. Part of her remembers some drivel she'd picked up in one largely useless volume she'd thumbed through in the library. She remembers it now, watching the animal start to drink.

Stupid bird better not explode on her. ]

[ ooc: backdated to Tuesday, 12/7. ]

★ 01

[charmbond.livejournal.com]

[ There's a battered figure lying somewhere in the forests edging the Center and First Ring, away from the castle and the unfamiliar birds circling its distant towers.

Aqua all but resembles a fresh corpse, dressed up in immaculate attire and laid out on a fresh bed of snow. (The dead, however, aren't apt to wake up with mild concussions.)

There are only two thoughts in her mind when she comes to, and they override all notions of cold, injury, and general bearings. ]

--Ven! Terra!!

[ She's sitting up before she knows it, her hands instinctively following to cradle the back of her head. Once the nauseating throb has subsided and her vision cleared, Aqua scans her immediate vicinity in search of both friend and foe.

No one.

...She must have been hit harder than she remembers.

(Her journal remains unnoticed, though not for long.) ]

𝛃 - 010

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

( Room 1103 Filter )

[Dictated]

I need any information anyone can give me on Losses. Namely, durations, manifested items, and possible loopholes or weaknesses.

[Washington is not saying a word or making any noise louder than a pained whimper. Busy being in pain, and probably not recovering that soon.]

[[ooc: Loss start!!! Kat Washington]]

This is what 40 looks like

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

( Roy )

( The New Dick Grayson )

I don’t know about anyone else, but that snow is too perfect to leave untouched. This calls for snowmen. And snow angels. And… anything else we can think of…

Anyone feel like joining me?

[And, if anyone comes looking for her, Jilly can be seen on the castle grounds attempting to make a snowman. Attempting, because moving through snow is incredibly difficult when you’re stuck in heavy, bulky skirts, but she doesn’t mind. It’s warmer than what she wore last year when she did this, and she’s not exactly in a rush. ]

[ooc: Open for innocent funtimes in the snow or unsuspecting Christmas kisses. This is the one chance you’ll get before she starts actively trying to avoid people. (Not that, you know, that’ll actually work.) Old and new CR is all very, very welcome]

Fourth Bite

[why-so-mean.livejournal.com]

Man, I come back from hulahooping in Hell and this is all I have to wear?

Okay, dude, that's like a tent. Like, you could shove ten people under there.
...At least it looks tasty.

[Ultra disturbing sluuuuuurp. A vampire's gotta eat, you know.]

Mmm. Now to shred this thing. Why wear something you can't walk in? Waste of space. Besides, if you can't play, why wear it at all.

...At Least Christmas is pretty righteous. I don't even need to hunt too hard!

[Note: Do you have bright red bows on your person/place? Not anymore. Marceline's scooting about sucking the red out of them.]

it resulted in four blackouts

[notjamesbond.livejournal.com]

[Newt is sitting in the lobby, looking outside at the snow with his journal open beside him. Anyone there at the time might see that he looks rather wistful about it.]

Christmas is coming, isn't it? Funny...I hardly remember the last time I celebrated Christmas.

[He gives a happy sigh.]

You know, I'm glad. Glad that the castle is doing this, I mean. It's trying to make us have holiday spirit, I guess. Beats all the other horrible things that have happened, right? We could all use a little bit of holiday spirit.

I really hope nothing bad happens, though. That wouldn't be good at all...

[And he trails off. He could use some happiness at the moment- being reminded that you were stuck somewhere far far away from home was not a happy thought indeed.]

...Hmm? Is something there? I thought I heard some fluttering just now.

[Unbeknowest to Newt, the turtledoves have arrived...]

[ooc: OPEN to everyone ever who was planning kisses, decided to have unplanned kisses, or just wants to talk! Mun will tag back much later due to work, though. ;_; Have at it!]

※ 004

[nogooddeeds.livejournal.com]

Mmm...snow. There was hardly any of this back home.

It's not so bad I suppose. What's the occasion?

[Elphaba has taken the time to enjoy the turtledoves in the garden...though she's obviously completely unaware of what exactly they mean. She's just happy to be amongst the animals~ And...carefully sitting on a bench free of moisture from the snow. It seems she's actually managing some smiles.

Later, she'll be moving away from them.]

[OOC: Obv., those who had kissing planned with Elphie, this is your chance! Unplanned kissing also welcome! Or just general CR (over the journal or in person) without kissing after she gets the HELL away from the turtledoves, which she will once she realizes what's going on.]

☆ five.

[blasthigh.livejournal.com]

So. If I'm hearing correctly, I should be getting kissed out the ass during this week or somethin'?

So come on pretty ladies. Guys are welcome too if they want, I'm not picky, as long as they're pretty. [ this is his kind of holiday. ]

[ he grins.

he's inside in the lobby, it's too cold for him and he hasn't had an alcohol in his system to want to go outside for whatever reason. ]

[ooc: feel free to snog him as much as you want, he honestly doesn't care. open to those who talked with me about Shin kisses and others who didn't are welcome too. c: ]

[01] Gamzee: Troll a magical castle.

[downassclown.livejournal.com]

[The hot tub in the pool room is unoccupied and welcoming... until suddenly, there's a clown kid sitting in it. The lanky grey-skinned boy climbs out, clothes dripping, but he doesn't seem to mind.

It hasn't affected his facepaint, either.

He stares around in amazement.]

WhOa, WhAt ThE mOtHeRfUcK...

[It's cool, though, sometimes you space out by the horn pile and wake up in somebody's hot tub. There's no explaining life's funny little turns, just gotta roll with them. He gives the empty room his usual sleepy grin. No point worrying until he has something to worry about.

His best friend might be wondering where he got himself all up into, though. Better find him and let him know it's all chill.]

UhHhHhH... kArKaT?

[Gamzee has failed to notice the little miracle journal sitting poolside, faithfully taking all this down.]

[[OOC: Yep, his journal entries conform to his godawful typing syntax. To opt out, comment with your character journals on my permissions post so I know to drop the formatting! <3

Also tell me if I'm doing it wrong; I've only played prose games before orz]]

014 ♕ when i caught myself | i had to stop myself

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[Really, Victorian-wear isn’t the strangest sort of outfit Lois has ever worn, and other than the constricting corset, she kind of enjoys the dress up angle of Paradisan Christmas.

Not that she’ll ever admit that anytime in the next century.

In her deep red ruffle-backed dress, you might think she'd look the picture of grace, but ... this is Lois, and so she’s got the petticoats hiked up, bunched in her fists, as she makes her way hurriedly up the steps in a decidedly undignified fashion. Her journal, tucked in the crook of her arm, manages to slide its way free of her tentative hold and goes tumbling down the stairs behind her, landing open down below. Lois reaches for it too late, the skirts falling back around her ankles, and she manages to step directly on the fabric as she takes a step in the direction of the journal, almost sending herself careening down the stairs after it. She grabs onto the railing and swings herself towards the wall, but lands hard on her butt anyways, with an awkward leg dangling out over the steps as she tries to catch her breath, which is not incredibly fun, thanks to that corset.

The picture of grace, indeed.  

Rolling her eyes up towards the ceiling, she notices the birds perched a little higher up on the railing and lets out a groan.]

If anybody so much as thinks about pooping on me right now, so help me, you turtle doves won't be seeing any days of Christmas.

[She mutters to herself as she hoists herself back up unceremoniously to her feet, dusting herself off and scooping the journal up.]

Though I guess it's better than the rabid turkeys.

[ooc; open for spam or voice, and for kisses, planned or unplanned]

Treat 018;

[pumpkinbutt]

[ it always rewarding when you throw a jerkface loser's bed and closet out his window while he isn't paying attention. IT IS NOT REWARDING, HOWEVER, WHEN THAT JERKFACE LOSER TURNS AROUND AND USES CHEAP-ASS TK TO BLOW UP YOUR ROOM.

which is the carnage Halloween is staring at when she opens her door ]

Wh--

What happened to my room?! It's like it got ripped ap--

....



.............

If you did this Julian, you're dead!! You hear me?!


[ ooc; sjdksdfjs they have the maturity of 3 year-olds. Weenie is just staring at the devastation wrought on her poor room. MESS EVERYWHERE, WINDOWS BROKEN. which means some gd birds got in )8 planned/unplanned kissing here is fine but not required ]

the bell chimes 5 times// open

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

[It didn't really snow back in Shibuya. When it did, it was amazing and always made Rhyme just want to look out the window all day. So you would expect Rhyme to be doing the same thing now, but she wasn't. Actually, she was sitting down in the lobby, drawing as people passed her by. The tree in the lobby was still bright, and so she drew it while it was still standing. She wasn't quite she her form was right, or anything. But she enjoyed doing such, and was looking up, down, up down. You'd think she was insane or something if you had no idea what she was doing. But she sat there, just minding her own business.]

[Feel free to bother or anything. If you want the turtle doves to make an appearance, go ahead. ;D]

(no subject)

[its-worthdoing.livejournal.com]

[Someone is in the kitchen (yes the kitchen) after a full afternoon of exploring the winter and wonder of the land outside. Her nose his pink, her fingers still don't want to work on their own, and her cloak has been abandoned and draped over one of the chairs. She is going about the business of making hot chocolate.

With marshmallows. Many, many marshmallows.

They are important.

Willow reaches for a mug and feels a pull at her side, and pulls a small face]

Is there anything that isn't harder in this clothing?

You know, I haven't felt this pulled in and pushed up since I was in a corset and leather and imitating my vampire self.

---not a word from you, Xander.

((OOC: Open to any kissing, planned and not. There can be more opportunities later too))

☢THIRTY-TWO

[unhands.livejournal.com]

( private )

Happy fucking holidays.

[ the journal opens to the a ray of green light, the sound of an explosion and various things shattering or breaking before he immediately slams it shut.

HOWEVER. Julian is standing outside a room on the fifth floor, blazing green. the room's letting out huge steams of green and pretty much looks like it got steamrolled by God. and a tornado. and a hurricane. and an earthquake. ]

( new x-men )

[ open action mostly. you can try... to get him over the journal. also THIS IS NOT A TURTLEDOVE POST. I DO NOT RECOMMEND TRYING TO KISS HIM.]

(no subject)

[multiplicable.livejournal.com]

[The journal is picking up that nice, loud, thumpy sound of body smacking into a wall followed by three simultaneous “OW”s that sound suspiciously like they all have the same voice! How odd

There’s a short pause]

Oh God! We’re all going to die!

We’re not going to die. Would you-- [The sound of a struggle for a bit] LET GO!

[This is followed by a pitiful sobbing sound.]

Jeez. So where the Hell did I end up now?

Don’t you mean Hel? With one L?

What?

Hel! With only one L. This book here said that you were saying “Hell”, like the Christian version of it, but that’s not really accurate considering--

Wait, what book? Give me that! [And there’s some fumbling as the book changes hands.]

You could have just asked…

[Meanwhile that pitiful sobbing has turned into pathetic sniffling. Hooray background noise.

Also, for inquiring minds that want to know. If you're in the lobby right now, you'll see what looks like three triplets squabbling amongst themselves]

♬ the pianoman's twenty-second song ♬

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[Larry is trying to get back to his room. His reason for leaving his room and the castle in the first place was a good one: to try and find a piano to buy. But then on his way back he ran into Jilly and kissed her. And he doesn't know why. And he's embarrassed.]

[emphasis on the...HE DOESN'T KNOW WHY!...but that whole staying inside thing he was originally trying to do? He's thinking even more that's a good plan.]

[feel free to run into him somewhere between where Jilly is playing out front in the snow and Larry's room]

[in the meantime he's muttering under his breath and the journal is picking it up....]

Perfect. Just perfect. Merry Freaking Christmas. Just what you need now, Mr. Paul. Scaring off more friends with your li-.... [oh close call, Paradisa. He remembers the walls are listening right before he says too much. And he clamps his mouth shut.]


{You know the drill! Open!}

Fifty four

[why-born.livejournal.com]

( Kids )

[And anyone around an notice this kid high-tailing it to the games room, to escape any kissing fate. It’d be a shame if anyone caught him before he got to safety, wouldn’t it?]

[[ooc: If you have a planned kiss with Wybie, here is your one and only chance!]]

→two← not so bad

[oathprotector.livejournal.com]

[Riku doesn't seem bothered by the Victorian era clothing the castle gave him. His hair keeps his ears relatively warm, too, so he's quite alright with wandering outside in the cold about the castle grounds, journal in hand, blank page open and filling just with the sounds of crunching footsteps, until he speaks up.]

... Not two weeks ago, I was on a tropical island.

[He pauses, looking around him at the winter scenery.]

Snow isn't... new. I've seen it before. I've walked in it... But it's not old, either. I don't mind this.

[He takes in a slow, deep breath of the crisp air. The way the snow swallows sound is intriguing, almost lonely. But he's alright with that.]



((OOC: open for kisses! If you planned one, if you didn't-- doesn't matter! There'll be more chances in the next two weeks~))

Half a circle has 180 degrees

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley always pays attention once this time of year comes around. After all, what better way to mess with people’s heads than to put them in such an awkward situation like enforced kissing? It’s great fun.

There’s a painful twang, though, knowing he’ll never be able to kiss the one person he really wants to ever again, but Crowley’s good at taking anything hurtful, balling it up tight and pushing it way, way down where he can pretend it isn’t there. Because that’s a perfectly healthy way to deal with your feelings.

He’s currently wandering around the castle with a little cage in one hand, inside the cage is a turtle dove. It’s far less convenient than the bells of last year, but it will still do the job, he’s flicking through the journal with his free hand]

You know, I can even forgive the horrible white stuff for this fun activity once a year. I can get most of my sin-quota filled in the space of a few hours, it's great.

[[ooc: Totally open for kisses, both planned and unplanned]]

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

( Room Filter )

(no subject)

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[He's standing in a hallway... some hallway... any hallway, really! And he's looking out the window and the snow with a slightly look of irritation. Then again, when doesn't Conrad look at something with at least a little irritation? Either way, he's significantly less surly looking than normal]

At least I don't have to worry about going out in it to pick up groceries anymore...

14. The Amazing Aziraphale

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale wasn't quite sure where these turtledoves had come from. But one thing he was sure of, was that he needed a distraction from that horrible loss.

What better way than to practice his magic hobby?

Anyone passing in the lobby is free to see an angel stuffing a dove up his sleeve while muttering to himself.]

Must... fasten this around the wings... A-Ah! No, don't peck...

[ooc: Open for kisses... because Azi apparently wants to carry a dove around with him.]

≫ eleven。

[skort]

( Steph, Dick, Jono, Tim, Lois, Clark, Zeke, Kara, Kate, Damian, Bart, Cassie, Lana, Oliver, Barbara, Uru, Rin )

[ After writing that short little note in the journal, Kara can be found lounging in the lobby near the fireplace. She's all but sprawled across the couch in shirt that she borrowed from someone and a skirt that's normally supposed to go under another skirt. But she would much rather flaunt convention than have to wear one of those stupid cages around her waist.

She just lazily watches the fire, journal open for responses, but on the table behind her head. One foot, sock and shoeless, slowly turns in a circle as her boredom shows. After a minute, Autumn jumps up and sits on her chest, starting to purr loudly, getting a laugh from Kara. ]

Hey, sweetheart. [ Kara switches languages into Kryptonian, cooing to the kitten as she gives her chin scratches, totally forgetting that the journal is open behind her. ]



[ ooc| open! come get yer holiday kisses, planned and unplanned! ]

(no subject)

[impermissible.livejournal.com]

[Zeke's out on the steps of the castle, smoking a smoke, looking just like this, facial hair and all. Hey, boy's been too lazy to shave, alright?

He'll blow some smoke away from the journals, dictating as usual.]

This is pretty much what the winters looked like back home. Mounds and mounds of snow, air chilling you to the bone. The skies were gray more often than not, always a cloud in the sky.

[And another drag... more smoke blown away from the journal...] Not saying I miss it or anything. That'd just give into the sentiment of the holiday season, wouldn't it?

[And he'll slide the journal aside, taking a look at the birds flying in the air. Huh. Reminds him of something.]

Never found out where those ducks went...

_{(ooc. GET SOME. Whoever... whenever, wherever, we're meant to be together...)}

Kisses and Misses

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

[The sudden influx of birds was rather strange, but Bishamon could hardly find anything to complain about. Being a 'bird' himself, he enjoyed the avian species, even if he found them boring at times. The mundane creatures of earth had a hard time measuring up to those of heaven, didn't they?

But that did not stop Bishamon from walking down the halls, two turtledoves perched on his shoulder and happily cooing as they rubbed their heads against the fingers he offered up to them, such happy birdies.

And probably the only thing saving them from Bishamon's curious instruments was the fact they could not die. Oh Castle, how curious you are and infuriating (because really, these Victorian clothes? No thank you. He never did like buttons).]

[ooc: Open for all ~ Kisses planned and not, all welcome. Two birds = 2x the effect? IDK, he has two to make a pretty picture.

(no subject)

[protecteurdelac.livejournal.com]

[Lance has been paying attention to the silly journal today and noticed that people were ... you know, making out and all that for some reason.

So ... he's trying to avoid people by going for a walk outside. 8(

While he walks, he seems to be writing something in a smaller book that isn't the journal. What could it be?]

[ooc: planned and unplanned kisses welcome ♥ or non-kisses!]

The best few days of Roy's life

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

Who: Roy, Xena, and Babs.
What: Cupid / Is this a curse or a blessing?
Where: In one of their cozy suites, in front of a conveniently and merrily blazing fireplace.
When: Backdated to Monday.
Warnings: They're adults, but there's no adult content. I mean, nothing planned.

( They're all wearing Roy's pants. He really, really doesn't mind. )

003

[goodtodream.livejournal.com]

[Marian is wandering outside, kicking up snow. She's been rather down with the arrival of someone else from home telling her of her lost memory and thought a nice walk would help. Some turtledoves are perched nearby, as if they are listening.]

I can not say I understand the fuss over these clothes. Though I suppose it could be because what I wear normally is somewhat similar, but less fancy. They are very warm though. I hardly feel a chill out here.

The castle has certainly outdone itself with decorations, has it not? It is quite beautiful. I have never seen such elaborate decorating. They even have live turtledoves flying around everywhere. It's remarkable. It is surprising to be celebrating Christmas though, being stuck in this place. I'd much rather celebrate back home with my father.



((OOC: Good time to get a kiss in for those planned or not.))

Rebel 02

[drivesaniisan.livejournal.com]

( Ragna )

[Strolling out and about on the grounds today is one snappily dressed Jin, who obviously doesn't seem to mind the snow and the cold in the slightest. In his right hand is a blue colored cane, and while it would just appear to be a normal cane to most, it is actually Yukianesa. The blade had changed form from its normal sword state into a swordcane with the Victorian theme. It was a nuisance, but it was easy to adjust combat tactics with the minor change. She at least served the same functions, which is what is necessary.

He would shoot a glance to the turtle doves, but think nothing of them and would only give a frustrated sigh.]

The nature of the weather in this place is uncanny. It is almost a surprise that there were no complaints regarding the weather like there were surrounding a mere change in clothing.

[ooc: open as usual, kissing is a-go for planned and unplanned if you feel the desire to risk getting near him. :>]

_four_ shots in the dark

[as-if-whatever.livejournal.com]

[Thanks to a certain conversation, Braig is wearing a bright yellow sad face sticker over his right eye for the month of December.

(In actuality, it's now been haphazardly sewn onto an eyepatch. It lost its 'stick' a few days ago, so he gave up and went the "pirate" route.)

He's also marching around through the snow outside, an arrowgun in each hand, trying his best to shoot a turtledove. And of course failing, just like he did with the turkeys.

He's also muttering to himself.]

Damn birds around this place must be magic or something. Why else would I keep missing every last one of them?

...but I've gotta keep up my target practice. Especially with all these Keyblade kids running around here now....

(OOC: Have at, with planned kisses, unplanned kisses, or really any other interactions.)