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[windsturms.livejournal.com]

( Eila )

[closing her journal, Hartmann lets out a looong yawn from her spot on one of the library's (rather comfy) chairs. The good thing about not being in the castle during that wardrobe change? She still has her usual outfit on. A few extra layers are all it takes to keep her warm.

Next destination: library exit, and then the roof.

She misses flying. Maybe tomorrow...for now, she'll be content to look at the stars]

[ooc: for kisses, if you so wish. Meet her wherever! Probably your only chance before she leaves again]

as long as one and one is two ...

[terrorwhatflaps.livejournal.com]

Who: Drake & Gosalyn Mallard
What: Welcome to Paradisa...
Where: ... the kitchen's on the first floor.
When: Just after Gosalyn's arrival.

( I always forget the milk... )

(no subject)

[luv8vul.livejournal.com]

Eruka's gone home.

Finally, a bit of good news from this place.

Decorate horribly, force people to kiss.... send Eruka home. I suppose I'll take that as balancing the good and bad.

[ Kid's dictacting all of this from a couch in the lobby.... where he has moved all of the trees and decorations into a much more symmetrical layout

yes, he is that neurotic

this should not surprise any of you

and then he gets distracted ]

....Hey, birds, can't you perch more symmetrically? You, more to the left! Other one, a bit to the right!

This place... my work is never done here!

♘ | 032 | Filtered to Damian Wayne

[knightprodigy.livejournal.com]

Hey Damian, you got a minute?

Lana and I have something we'd like to talk to you about.

this is going to hurt

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

Who: alcoholicdebt and mymastersarm
What: IIIIIIIIIT'S TRAININ' TIME
When: —
Where: Castle grounds
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence


( hide yo arm hide yo soul )

(no subject)

[reshaper.livejournal.com]

[ Room/Hallway Filter -- (sometime this afternoon) ]

[ She's spent the last few minutes blabbing on to Shin about her friends from home and such -- now it's time to meet one of them! Save the best for last? I think not! So, Jules, she's going to knock on your door now and hope you don't kill the potential bf material here.

even though he's probably going to kiss you, because that's how he rolls.. ]

Julian? It's Cess! And, uh, Shin.

(no subject)

[advisortype.livejournal.com]

Okay, step 1, get Souji. Step 2, get downstairs and sit our butts down with a bowl of popcorn. Step 3, plot.

That's right! Sheesh, it's been so long since we hung out together...

Dude, I know, he's been real quiet lately. Probably really busy with... stuff?

Stuff. Uh huh... you sure do know your best friend, Yosuke.

...

Yosuke? Hello?

Chie. Look.

Huh? Where?

His name's gone.

(ooc: Yellow = Yosuke, Green = Chie, it's all audible over the journal.)

fifty-eight.

[fanassaults.livejournal.com]

[ backdated to the eighth hurp durp ]

[ Birthdays are funny things in Paradisa. After her discussion with Asuka a few days ago, the issue came to light, and it began turning over in her head as her own drew closer. Now, on the fated day, she finds herself in the lobby, journal in her lap. Not even any plans...how sad. Oh well, that's the good thing about this place: things tend to just happen. ]

I guess I'm eighteen now...as much as one can calculate birthdays when you're not actually aging.

It's funny, how these things seem to polarize people in this place. On the one hand, there's those who think that since we don't age, birthdays lose their meaning and shouldn't even be celebrated - since what would be the point? - but on the other...well, a celebration of another year passed can just be an excuse to go out and enjoy yourself in whatever manner you see fit. There are holidays based on less valid things, after all.

[ She hmm's for a moment, glancing up. The lobby's busy as always, with a few of those dang birds fluttering around. ] Oh well. Nobody's really wrong on this point. It all depends on how you look at it.

Now I just have to work out how to spend the day.

(ooc: Get your kissing on here! And watch me completely forget Yukiko's birthday until 2 days afterwards dgdsfgdgh )

♣ ???] the two turtledoves job (46th)

[verydistinctive.livejournal.com]

[meanwhile... at the Lux, the sounds of a Turtledoves cooing and then some murmured sounds, followed by a prompt scuffling/shuffling of feet and chairs and a knocked over journal that had been just open on the counter was now knocked to the floor]


No. Just. No, you stay over there.


[flustered sound] I am! You stay over there!


I am staying over here. Can you see the damn things?


[the sound of a chair scraping against the floor] I can't reach them. Hand me the broom.


[he lifts an eyebrow] I'm staying over here, remember?


[sighs and gets down] Fine. Just... go over there. [gestures vaguely as she goes to move past him, keeping her eye on the birds and the other one on Eliot's location]


This is gonna be a long weekend. Ah, dammit.

[he found the journal, and he's gonna pick it up off the floor and dust it off, but he'll leave it open just for emergencies. The rest of the castle is welcome to drop by the Lux and be victim of the Turtle Doves that have decided that the rafters of the Lux is a lovely place to stay out of the cold.]


(( ooc: Planned/Unplanned Kisses for either Eliot Spencer or Jo Harvelle can happen in here. TWO for the price of one!! Also, feel free to filter to either of them via the journal.))

[412]

[ino]

( Konoha people (Sakura, Naruto, Hinata, ... Sasuke) )

[While dealing with enchanted decorations on her first Christmas was alarming, at this point? She just tries not to let it ruin her day. She's waited for a time in the day when none or very few people seem to be in the kitchen, before shooing out all the birds and then getting to work on making some food for lunch. She'll just be chopping up some vegetables and meat for a nice soup.

She's somewhat dressed up -- she seems to be okay with the fancy dresses, still. She's left off all the ridiculous under ... wire/bone/etc, though. And of course, she's wearing purple, as always.

... But you know, just because she shooed the birds out doesn't means a few can't sneak back in ... ;)]

[ooc: Planned or unplanned is fiiine by me! Have at her :)]

15 – kisses sweeter than wine - 15

[onemanshort.livejournal.com]

[it’s only five flights of stairs from her room to the lobby, which meant Kaylee didn’t usually bother with the elevator… but seeing as she hasn’t switched out her dress for trousers today, she’s pretty out of breath when she makes it down to the main level.

Once there, she’ll drop down onto the nearest couch with a huff, a little more frustrated with the clothes than she’d started out]

Aiya, I ain’t changed my mind about the pretty, but these dresses really ain’t made for breathin’. Even loosenin’ these laces, I still ain’t got no room. If I undo them anymore, I’m like to fall out of the gorram thing…

[A sigh] Maybe I’ll just sit here a spell…

[ooc: There’s a frustrated mechanic in your lobby, Para. Come cheer her up with kisses? Or non-kisses. Company is always good, as far as she’s concerned]

(no subject)

[batfail.livejournal.com]

( [private] )

( [uru] )

( [batfam] )

[Steph's sitting cross-legged on a couch in the lobby, dressed in borrowed men's clothing. Not very Vogue, but good enough. She's folding little strips of paper and putting them into a hat.]

I don't know about everyone else, but I'm digging this weather. Gotham was pretty snowy when I left it. I was also pretty concussed, but that's a story for another time. I can't believe I've almost been here a year.

Goes by fast, huh? I should probably save the reminiscing for January. And hopefully, by January, I'll have my jeans back.

[[ooc: This can be a kissing post, planned or not planned.]]

ninth poncy gentleman -- voice;

[bigbad]

[Spike was not sorry to leave behind the trappings of 19th century clothes when he left the 19th century. They were not exactly designed to be comfortable. Still, once he got the castle to give him something in black, it's not so bad. Time to go out hunting.

He stalks out of the castle towards the town... right into a flock of turtledoves. He raises his arms with a shout.]

Bloody hell! What's with all these birds?



[ooc: Open to planned and unplanned kisses!]

.045

[my-six-hearts.livejournal.com]

[the Weighted Companion Cube is probably the happiest cube around, at the moment. With all the kissing, all the pretty decorations, all the delicious drama, it is having the time of its inanimate life. Currently nestled amongst the decorations in the lobby, journal resting beside it, it would be grinning if it had a face]

It's happening again
again
it is so exciting
exciting

Unnecessary amounts of affection. Everywhere.

like last year

but

i hope they don't knock the walls down this time


(ooc: open for kissies! come make a Cube's day!)

[ twelve; ]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

( Batfam & Shayera )

[ And because just that would make for the SHORTEST POST EVER, Bruce can be found in the gym. Beating the tar out of a punching bag. In Victorian style loose pants. Because that's how he rolls. Also, Tim and Carrie both still have easy access to his room as he hasn't changed the locks since his kid loss so hiding out in there and brooding would be kind of a moot point.

Clearly someone needs to come bother him. ]


[ ooc| aaaand bruce is off his loss and back to normal. or normal for him, anyway. open for kissing, planned or not, though it's not necessary! just be warned that he's in a bit of a funk and will be all B| at first. ]

004.

[evaluative.livejournal.com]

[ what with all the recent craziness, there are some people who are not exactly running around and trying to get some loving from their fellow castlemates.

and so, huey is in the library right now, journal open next to him as he reads. eventually, he does speak, half to the journal and half to himself. ]

Despite all the wishes to the contrary, this castle has still seen fit to continue its traditions...

We are aware of the existence of a "will" in this place, one that does not always bend itself to the wishes of the raw materials here. However...one might say this is merely a sign of a rather poor sense of humor.

[ ooc; open over the journal or in person. gettin' up on this is allowed but.....i don't know........why you'd want to. ]

because knowledge is POWER!

[lookatmyepichat.livejournal.com]

[Jarlaxle is back in the library again. This time he is on the first floor at a table, pouring over a selection of old dwarven books. His hat is hanging around his neck and thus sitting at his shoulders, showing his shiny bald, black head and super-pointy (and super-pierced ears) off for the world to see.

The books are large and rather smelly because dwarves smell bad, and his nose is wrinkled up as he tries to decipher the ancient text. Maybe he can find some clues to his mission back in his own world, if it even matters now. So far, he doesn't seem to be having much luck and is muttering under his breath.]

In all the Nine Hells! How deep must I dig?

Twenty-sixth Patient

[whiskeyless.livejournal.com]

[Claire has been trying to get out. She braved going all the way into town, trying to learn the art of window-shopping. The Victorian clothes makes it difficult for her to manuever around.

She sees something in the snow. She goes back to get a closer look. After taking a steady breath, she takes out her journal]

[filter: Those investigating vampire murders]

I didn't want to announce this in a public way, in case the perpetrator might see it. But I have found another body in the city.

Victim is a middle-aged male. The bruising on his exposed skin suggests he was beaten and there are also signs of a struggle, though the two distinct bite marks on his neck are the clear cause of death.

[ooc: another victim found! obvs open for the city]

sixteen » dictated

[arakhnes.livejournal.com]

( private )

[ Jessica is sitting on the castle steps, wrapped up in a Victorian boys outfit thing though... it looks pretty generic for any thirteen year-old... :|a thanks castle. she's just chilling there, dictating into the journal ]

This is kind of my first real winter-and-or-Christmas. Cool.

[ a beat ]

No pun intended.

[ another pause ]

At this point, I'm just waiting for the magic to happen. You know, the point where I reveal that I don't understand the true meaning of Christmas and then I have an unfortunate meet-up with someone who, through lots of trial and tribulations, changes my hard, stony heart and I become a loving and generally lovable fellow that cheers at any sign of Santa or Christmas. Any chances of that?

[ there's the sound of cooing now and she's looking up as some turtledoves land nearby. ]

Yeah, I don't think so. Don't even try.

[ ooc: planned and unplanned kisses. git some from the awkward spider girl. ]

(no subject)

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

[Having just come inside from the cold, Peter practically looks sort of like a pile of clothing with a pair of eyes and a mop of hair sticking out at the top, and it takes him like five steps into the lobby before he's tearing at the scarf trying to get it off.]

Why did I think this was a good idea?

[Freedom from the scarf! Deep breath of fresh air.]

Just because there's a lot of snow out there doesn't mean I need to turn myself into a mini wool oven.

[Now to get the wet boots off! Yick DX]

I think the heat even fried my brain, here I am talking--

[hopping on one foot while tugging at the boot]

--to--

[Hop hop hop!]

--myseEEEEEE

[CRASH. At least he landed on his ass instead of his face?]

... ow.

[Planned, unplanned, or just coming over to laugh at Peter's failure. He'll be here getting rid of the rest of his slightly too warm winter outfit just off to the side of the front doors.]

Fifteenth

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[John is out by the stables, tending to the horses because that sort of thing relaxes him. His journal is open to one side as he dictates]

There are folk here from far stranger worlds than mine. So I've got to wondering, has anyone here had experience of mystical Mexican masks? The walking dead? Sasquatch? Chupacabra? Devil steeds? [There's a long pause, followed by a sigh] ...Unicorns?

[[ooc: If you want to kiss JOhn as a human, here is your chance, he'll be going zombie on Sunday]]

(no subject)

[paradeer.livejournal.com]

( ROOM FILTER )

22

[sworn]

[One Vereesa Windrunner is still out and about despite the approaching evening, roaming through the city in more frills than she has ever worn in her entire life, shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She doesn't look too distressed by her state of dress, unlike some of the other ladies of the castle.

Although she is handling the dress and corset well enough, the one thing she will not ever understand is the heels on her shoes. Why heels, why?

She stops to give her poor feet some rest from these torture devices, setting the bag she has acquired while shopping on a bench beside her and pulling out her journal.]


Fashionable or not, I could do without the extravagant heels on these shoes.


(ooc: OPEN OPEN OPEN. come for planned or unplanned kisses, or just come to talk. anything is fine. :3)

~ twentieth fairy tale

[too-fairytale.livejournal.com]

[Amy has managed to arrange herself across a couch in the library--because like hell will she be perching on the edge of a chair for however long she's hanging out in here--and is leafing through a stack of bridal magazines, while warbling happily to herself]

Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

[she's obviously not a born singer. She just as obviously doesn't care]


[so open it's transparent... does that really need to be said? :D Get some planned or unplanned smooches from a professional kisser if you like!]

─ fifth

[impeche.livejournal.com]

[ today, on "Allen, Koltira, Jr., and MOMO's Excellent Adventure"...

after meeting up in the morning, the group piled into their mode of transportation and left the castle for Riful's manor, with MOMO driving. it's been about six hours, and just when everyone's getting tired of singing "99 bottles of beer on the wall", what should come into sight but the mansion! ]

I see it! It's just up ahead. We're almost there.