Curious and Curiouser

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

[Fred is still in her hops and skirts, even if her skin is a bit flushed still. And her hair is mussed a bit now, hardly what was proper for the fashion she is being forced to emulate.

But if there was anything to suggest that she really wasn't from that time? It had to be the sharp, curious look in her eyes. Well, that and the fact she'd abandoned her shoes. They pinched her toes]

I didn't hear any bells. I know it wasn't that.

[She lifts up the cushion of a nearby chair]

So what was it...


((OOC:Curiosity won't kill this cat -- at least not yet...sob -- but it might get her kissed. Again. That's right. Fred's been kissed and she'd pretty sure there were no bells involved. Now she's out to solve the mystery. Open for kisses of all kinds, planned and not!))

The Sixth Day

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

[If you had listened closely the day that all of everyone's clothes were changed to Victorian styles, you may have heard a scream of delight eminating from room 907... more specifically, from one Miss Shiki Misaki.

Now, if you are wandering the hallways, you will see her as she finally is able to get out of her room (She was busy sewing and stuff! She needed nice accessories for her new outfits) and she sees the decorations all throughout the castle.

And currently, she is wandering, just generally marvelling at the pretty and the snow and the everything.

...She may or may not notice the turtledoves nearby, at your own discretion.

But she is loving the holiday decorations everywhere. And she may (read: will) squee at you about them for hours on end if you get her started.

Even if you don't, there's still a crazy, pink-haired chick in Victorian-era dresses and accessories wandering about the castle, very, very happy with life.]

((ooc: Have an open post in which to play with our Shiki?  :D))

(no subject)

[cartrauma.livejournal.com]

[In her adorable Victorian clothing, Chiyo's hiding Under a table, with her Spanish mastiff laying somewhere near since she was using him as a steed. Which means she's not hiding at all, really. ]


I don't think I like Christmas here anymore! I just wanted to get to the game room where it's safe. I-I didn't get there quick enough...

I'll just stay here until it's over! I'll be fine!


((svrgtyhytujh OPEN. Kisses may be had but be warned she's a bit traumatized at the moment]

012

[withoutablade.livejournal.com]

[ Why yes, it is time for a kitchen post. Prince isn't really one to take advantage of all the modern facilities - some are convenient, it's true, but they're still suspicious in a way that he can't really put his finger on, and loud - but stopping in to get a fresh piece of fruit and a drink of water is always okay!

The problem? Other people in the way. So, with a- ] Pardon me, [ he'll just step past to get to that big bowl'o'fruit. $_$

Then, there's those turtledoves hanging around in the kitchen making cooing sounds and generally being very turtledovey. Well, whoever the hell let birds in here has a lot of explaining to do. But he can deal as long as they're not trying to peck out his eyes, content to just mutter under his breath. ]

The amount of ruin this place finds itself in on such a regular basis...it would never be tolerated in Babylon. For a 'paradise', there certainly seems to be much that seems as ordinary as any other place.


(ooc: Anyone who had a kiss with Prince can go for it here! Or others. :3c )

blog seventy-three

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

Okay, first of all? It's about TIME this place made all the guys suit up. Come on, you CAN'T not be loving this. Everyone looks absolutely awesome. I'm totally digging this whole Christmas Carol vibe.

[with that, Barney finishes putting up the last of the Christmas decorations in the Nines, and heads down to the lobby to work on his newest project.]

Okay, Castle, put it riiiiight about there. Yeah, there. No, wait, a little to the --- yes, perfect. Noooow, let's see, I need some ... [drops off and starts mumbling quietly. wouldn't want the journal to ruin the surprise! there are a few hammering sounds, and some fluttering, and cooing, and --]

Ack! Hey. No. That's my head. Get off. Over there, huh? THERE.

[some severe turtle-dove wrangling and wish-building later, there is now a BOOTH in one corner of the lobby, near the entrance to the ballroom. There are perches lining the sides, covered in turtledoves. It's all very homey and old-fashioned looking, with a sign in big, scrolling, magician's-sideshow letters proclaims:]

KISSING BOOTH!
Absolutely FREE! Avoid the embarrassment of kissing someone uncouth!
Sponsored By The Awesomeness Committee

[come and git 'em, folks.]

:016

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

[ after that unfortunate incident that resulted in (1) one dante becoming completely and utterly covered in snow, he decided to retreat to the comfort of a hot shower where he was safe from the crazy kissing bullshit that is floating around.

(he would have a cold shower, but that seems counter productive. so it a hot shower it is.)

so there he stands, enjoying the constant stream of hot water assaulting his back, safe from zelman and snow and stupid kissing bullshit. ]

_eleven_

[skullish.livejournal.com]

[HOLY SHIT, WHY!

After stumbling upon this in the lobby, it's become pretty apparent to Sera that the castle's extra-special brand of horrible, soul-crushing holiday awkwardness has started. Which means she has to hide, and quickly.

And so, anyone lucky (?) enough might stumble upon this tiny thing wearing a pretty fancy black gown, floating in the air outside with her legs and arms crossed. She doesn't look cold, despite the lack of coat.

You can't hang mistletoe or whatever makes people all kissy from the sky, right? And anyone who is suddenly possessed by kissing mojo will have to be able to fly also, to get to her! Awesome. This is an awesome plan.

Of course, she doesn't really notice all the turtledoves flying around above her ...]

[ooc. so i hear you like traumatizing anti-social young women, paradisa. unplanned or planned kissing -- it's all good! open for regular CR also, so dove control is up to you~]

016 Locks Picked

[everborrowing.livejournal.com]

[Tas is oblivious to all the kisses going on. Not that he hasn't noticed. He just figures everyone is in a particularly good mood. Instead, he has more curious puzzles to figure out...

Today, he can be found on one of the couches in the lobby, frowning at a lighter he's holding in his hands. It's shiny, looks somewhat expensive, and happened to be in his pouch (wonder where that came from), but he can't seem to get it to work.]

I've seen people make them start. Maybe there's another button...

[Click

Click

Click

Nothing's happening...

He's also wearing a pair of ridiculous, tortoise-shell glasses, but he'd forgotten about those once he found something more interesting to focus on...]

Am I holding it wrong?

[ooc: Tas is playing with a lighter he "found." It is currently unclaimed (and could just be something random), but if your char has a lighter and you want to recognize it, feel free. He's probably got a whole collection of them in his pouches, by now. Open post is wide open]

♰ seventh night

[crystalize.livejournal.com]

[ Okay, maybe today wasn't the best time to visit the castle with the threat of castle-induced kisses looming over the horizon. But she wanted to check up on a few people and using the journal seemed kind of impersonal. So here she is, sporting a very pretty dark blue Victorian-styled dress -- sorry boys, no legs today! She has her journal tucked under an arm and pauses to dust some snow off of herself.

A white Christmas, it really was going to be a nice holiday. Hopefully. SO. Before she wanders up to the various rooms she was going to check, she lingers in the lobby for a little while to admire the decorations and warm up a little. So feel free to bump into her in the lobby or in the hallway! ]

[ooc; Planned and unplanned kisses are both welcome.]

3 § boys boys boys, buy us drinks in bars

[amplificate.livejournal.com]

[Caroline sits in the hallway outside her room. Stefan, her bunny rabbit is in her lap. Her journal sits beside her.]

I've been told a lot about um, getting a job or jobs being available? So, is anybody looking for a girl to work for them? I don't have what you'd call...experience but I'm very capable. Do you need a waitress? I can learn to bartend. Or, sell stuff. A girl mentioned there being a bar.

I'm totally eager to start somewhere and I'll give it my all.

[private to Lois]

I get the kissing thing now. No big deal. Funny, if you think about it!

[private to Nikolai]

Where do you usually get blood? I may start stealing from the clinic at this rate... I can't eat you, Stefan? Can I? No, I can't. Oh...I'm talking to my bunny Claire wished for me.

[end privates]

Does anybody want to go into the town? Browse shops or something? I wanna get out today.

[ooc: Action also open in general for random possible kissing too.]

Episode 53

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[while everyone else is enjoying the snow or the turtledove-induced kisses, Peter has been studying up on his vampire lore. He figures if he could figure out which world the vampire was likely from... And speaking of that]

( Lorne )

[he pauses in his reading, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He can't get the dead girl out of his head. Time to consult the castle at large]

This is going to sound a little strange, but... What do you guys know about the people in the town close by?

seventh labyrinth

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

( [Raine Sage, Sera, Willow, and Izumi] )

( [Vicious Whisper and Harry Potter] )

( [The owner of The Magick Box] )

[Down in the neglected dining hall, Felix stands in a cleared area of floor as he finishes writing in his messages. The tables and chairs he has moved by hand up against the wall and stacked neatly, still refusing to abuse the ghosts for simple work like this. Done with the journal for now, he sets that and his coat down on one of the tables and proceeds to pace a little while he waits.]

((Feel free to bother him while he's waiting. Prefer this to be a kiss-free post, though. More opportunities later))

one ✩

[advocacies.livejournal.com]

[ soaring across the sky is a woman in a strange and possibly okay, very distracting costume. she halts when she nears the castle, looking back over her shoulder for a moment to stare at the blue moon. either something's up with the ozone layer or that's a really fancy color it's got.

now she heads down toward the roof with a sigh and lands quietly, putting her arms on her hips ]

Let’s see who’s home. And if they’ve got mouthwash, ugh.


[ ooc: THIS IS NOT A KISSING POST. 8( backdated to after this ridiculous crap ]

the sixty-fifth;

[variare.livejournal.com]

( ALLIES who know about Arthas )

( Chie )

[ FAILURE. filter does not exist after much scribbling out ]

( Kate Kane )

( MOMO )

[ and after ALL THAT FUN JOURNAL STUFF, jr. is hanging around the lobby waiting for somebody. he's checking out that second tree that tamaki set up. it's kind of a sweet idea, right? a tree for the people back home.

totally daydreaming about what gifts to get his friends that aren't around. feel free to bump into him while he zones! ]


[ ooc; KISSING IS SO NOT REQUIRED HERE but if you do want it, friendly/quick kisses are okay~ HE'S TINYKINS ANYWAY WHY WOULD YOU WANT ANYTHING...ELSE... ]

© OOΙ. victorian era pyschopaths

[crazyscreamer.livejournal.com]

[moments ago she had been experiencing the pure thrill of opening a portal to release the Sovereign, to bring back into their world the one thing she really wanted right now... an advantage over the other Gods; Hind's Blood.

Imagine her surprise when the portal opened and then suddenly she was in a stone-walled room.

In a dress. In a dress that went to the floor and made her thankful that Gods didn't need to breathe.

Naturally, the first instinct for Callisto is to blame the only person she could think of for such a treacherous trap]


ARES!!!!!!!!!!

[then there's a shrill shriek of anger that comes forth from her, loud enough to carry through the walls of her room and toward... well, whoever might be listening through the journal]

You... idiot!

(no subject)

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

( Tim )

[Ms. Cassie Sandsmark is out in the snow, and for once, is not wearing a shirt that exposes her midriff. Instead, she's got a snug winter jacket on and a scarf loosely wrapped around her neck. Neither really matches the mens' pants she's got on, nor the ladies' riding boots, but no one ever said she was a fashionista.]

Aaaaaaaaaagh, turtledoves. My true love wouldn't give me twenty-two turtledoves, and even if he did, he'd be sleeping on the couch.


[ooc: Planned or unplanned, idc :>]

III ✖

[airflairs.livejournal.com]

( Terra & Aqua )

[ that said, Ven brings his journal and heads off for the stairs. there are like sixteen flights of them to walk down (why doesn't he just take the elevator for crying out loud) until he finally gets to the first floor. he's headed for the kitchen, but feel free to intercept him with kisses; he thinks the turtle doves are pretty, and is pretty oblivious himself. ]

00000101

[quanticoracle.livejournal.com]

[Some time had passed since Penelope went to the club in the town, and she remembered her conversation with Agent Jay. It was time to fulfill a promise.]

( Filtered to Jay )

[ooc: Open to anyone in the lobby walking by or who wants to bug her over the journals. FYI, Jay will be demonstrating his neuralyzer for her, so if we can find a subject that would be awesome. Otherwise, the NPC gets it.]

.04

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

[Behold! Hesam is chilling out in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich since Penny made him a little paranoid about possible consequences from his constant wishes for food. He's also possibly gone a little overboard with his sandwich making, adding in a little too much of everything. Since coming to the castle he's been restless and feeling lost, unsure with what to do with himself. This has of course led to some boredom. And experimental sandwiches.

As for the turtledoves? What turtledoves? All he cares about right now is filling this soon-to-be-eaten bread flavored treat.]


((ooc: Kisses of all shapes and sizes, planned and unplanned are welcome!))

47 -- Birds

[so-catless.livejournal.com]

[her journal rests open, waiting for her. She'd thought about filtering to anyone who had spoken to her during her strange loss and apologizing; she'd considered talking to Mat about winning her in the auction. ...But, she finally decides that she would rather just hope that everyone has forgotten about all of that, and doesn't say anything. That leaves her journal open, continuing to wait for her, however. She's in the lobby, intently watching a couple of turtledoves in the pine boughs]

...I wonder where all the others are. Hens, swans...

[a thoughtful pause]  I wonder what a partridge is...


((ooc: open for anything. Kisses very welcome, both planned and unplanned))

☫ 33

[onset.livejournal.com]

[City Filter]

[Up on the rooftop, click click click~ Down thro-- No, it's just Cass in heels. Nevermind.

Next to her is Stephanie, both of them in crouching positions, dressed in improvised vigilante costumes. At least their utility belts were untouched.

The quiet night air is nice... until her friend decides to speak up.]

attempt number six ♓ (dictated/action) (backdated to earlier today)

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

[ Claire's been spending her time in the Four Seasons room on days that it's sunny, pretending that it's not the dead center of winter, but it's time to put the sunbathing to rest and own up to the fact that she's going nuts with all this free time. Feel free to stop in and say hi. ]

Okay. It's officially time to cry uncle. I've got cabin fever like you wouldn't believe and I just -- augh. I don't know. I need a hobby. Or, like, a job. Or something.

I guess what I'm saying is: is anyone hiring or anything? I promise I'm ... totally reliable. And I've got some scattered experience and I just ... okay, who am I kidding, I just really need something to do. I haven't had this much free time to just sit around since ... I don't know, never?

« 1

[alias_savant]

[after several attempts to try and LEAVE the castle, Neal gets the message. Really. He does. He’s trapped. He’s spent the last twenty minutes analyzing the journal to try and figure out how it works, but that’s not getting him very far either, so he decides it’s time to reach out and speak to the masses]

I have to say I’m a little impressed. The castle motif is a little fairy tale and cliché, but I think you do it well. Add to the fact that you have a hell of a security system—it’s not a bad trap. If this is the FBI—you’ve definitely stepped up your game. I did not know that teleportation was in your bag of tricks.

But fun and games are over. I’m pretty sure that changing the conditions of my house arrest without a hearing is against the rules. Time to take me home, Peter.

[a beat]

Diana?

[double beat, and this sounds a little more hopeful than serious]

Jones? Come on—this really isn’t funny anymore.

[sighs after he gets no answer, and flops down on the bed]

This is juuuuuuust great.

(no subject)

[forgedinbattle.livejournal.com]

( People with good intentions )

( Friends and allies )

[So your archenemy/living guilt trip has randomly shown up in the castle. What do you do? Why, you go to the rooftop to clear your head, of course. Don't worry, she's actually quite warm in the borrowed Victorian men's wear. And totally oblivious to any annoying birds that may be hanging around...]

[ooc: So, yes. She's not in the best of moods right now, but spontaneous kisses are okay. Maybe they will help! Or, you know, maybe they will make it worse. Only one way to find out.]

Stage 3

[abravelikehero]

[Obviously fail filter to "Allen"]

Um, Miss Halloween told me to talk to a Mister Allen about consulting you on stuff to do with demons. She said I should filter a message to you in order to get a hold of you. I hope this works. There's not many hours left....

[End fail filter]

I have a small request, has anyone seen a door with the name Almaz on it? Almaz von Almandine Adamant? I've been trying to look around, but I haven't been able to find my room.... I don't want to have to live in the main hall anymore, the floor is really uncomfortable.