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[centiflora-x.livejournal.com]

... What does someone normally give a friend for this upcoming holiday, as a gift? I'm, er... I'm...

-- It's simply a theoretical question. <sub>[Because she's not really sure how to keep this from Vayne while asking the other residents of the castle.

Though if you were looking for her, Anna... admittedly is in town, looking around the shops. With Vayne's help, she's modified the dresses the castle gave her so that she can still practice with her sword, and move around freely, but she still finds it awkward.]</sub>

⊕ .006 caliber

[neverplays]

[outside, bundled up in a pink puffy jacket and a knitted hat is Mindy. She's sitting on a bucket, tapping the knit-gloved fingers of one of her hands against the sides of the plastic. Every so often, if you're listening carefully, you'll hear tapping that doesn't match to the fingertips drumming along the side of the bucket.

Her free hand is holding open the journal as she contemplates writing something. Not a letter to Santa (that fat fucker is hardly going to be pulling any favors for her this year), but to the castle... maybe, since really she wants to ask it for just one thing this holiday.

She's not one to beg, though.

Begging is for pussies.]


I'm glad I'm not writing in this thing. My fingers would have frostbite by now.



[ooc: the bucket has a bird trapped under it. It could be a regular bird... or a turtle dove - but Mindy is TEN, so... don't make her hunt you down and chop off your appendages.]

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[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

( Outside the Castle filter )

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[multiplicable.livejournal.com]

[Five different Jamie's are standing around, exploring different rooms of the castle, since Jamie Prime sent them out to explore the town, but eff dude :( It was cold outside, and since none of his duplicates listen to him anymore anyway, they're all just flaffing about the castle like a bunch of useless... clone things.

Meanwhile Jamie Prime is standing around in the lobby trying to thumb through the journal while periodically moving around to avoid the groups of doves flying overhead. He'll let other people deal with that, Jamie's seen enough of other people's forced makeout sessions by now to know not to fall into that trap. He'll occasionally give them an irritated look. HOW DARE THEY BE IN THE AREA THAT THEY'VE BEEN THE ENTIRE TIME HE'S BEEN HERE. STUPID BIRDS]

((OOC. Babs made a suggestion to put up sections for the different dupes that are around the castle, the section will say where they are and what aspect of Jamie's personality they represent, if you want to run into one, but avoid others. If for some crazy reason you really want to, feel free to run into more than one of them too! It's not like they're leaving their specified rooms any time soon, and they all look and sound exactly the same.

ALSO, just a general post, not necessarily meant for random kissing. (: ))

✘ tenth

[reshaper.livejournal.com]

[ backdated to Tuesday afternoon ]

[ For any poor person unfortunate enough to venture outside today, they will find a very peaceful looking teenage girl seated in the snow. She is smiling sweetly to herself, seeming to be completely oblivious to the cold as she observes the snow falling. The only thing that is out of place here? Isn't the fact that this girl has silver skin -- anyone in the castle who has met her since her arrival would know about that interesting tidbit. Unless you're just spotting her for the first time. Whoops.

No, no, the thing that's out of the ordinary is that Cessily is sporting an elaborate costume, with her hair done up in elaborate knots and braids, and she has wings -- but the wings don't appear to be a prop. They're real! In fact, anytime the snow catches them in just the right way they twitch and flutter lightly to cast the snow aside. And her skin is covered in flecks of glitter. She also has a wand that is balanced carefully across her lap. All in all? This silver girl in a silver dress? Is quite a sight to behold. She is dazzling, do I dazzle you, castle? |D ]

I only wish the intentions of the castle were as pure as this snow..

[ooc; My hiatus is still in effect so the tags will be slow, but I wanted to get this post up. Better late than never. Why is Cess like this? Because of this little gem here. ]

.05.

[liquid-cadence.livejournal.com]

[As someone else affected by Tamaki's current loss, things are slightly... off-kilter for Demyx.

So he's shouting over his journal.]

I need a suit! I really, really do! And a briefcase! And stock information!!

I will prove myself!


(OOC: There will be a chance for kissing soon, with less businessman and more musician.)

BATGIRL and ROBIN in "Snow Day"

[heirdom]

( Stephanie )

001 ☄ the paradisa snare

[hanfreakingsolo.livejournal.com]

 [There's a new decoration on the wall in the lobby of the castle.  It appears, for all intents and purposes, to be a large slab with the form of a man carved into it, hands outstretched in front of himself as if to ward something off.  His face is frozen in a grim expression of pain, and the statue creates a very convincing illusion that the man was somehow trapped within the mold of the metal alloy.

On closer inspection, one might see a small electronic panel on the side, with a readout, and various buttons.  The alphabet used, however, is not one anyone is likely to be familiar with, so it's hard to say what the numbers flashing across it are meant to mean.  

Either way, it hangs there eerily now, and there's no sign of who put it there, or why.]


[ooc; feel free to tag this either individually or in pairs/groups/threadjacks coming to look at the carbonite block.  Han will be stuck in it until such time as the volunteer (Jessica Drew) comes to let him out~  The screen on the side shows his life readings, but all words are written in Basic, which, though it sounds just like English, uses a different written alphabet.]

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[alias_savant]

[Here, Paradisa, have a Neal.

He's wandering around, exploring the castle at his leisure, because surprisingly, there's a lot more of it than he had expected. He's already picked a bar, and is saving the library for another day, but for right now, he's just trying to find a way around his loss.

He knows there's a town out there. He wants to SEE it. He just doesn't know how to get there, and his tracking anklet won't come off. This is obviously a problem.

So see Neal, down in the lobby, staring at the door pensively, like it's posing some great problem to his life ... which, technically? It kinda is.




... Oh, and there are doves. Neal approves of this part of his day.]


[Open like an open thing. Have at him.]

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[videres.livejournal.com]

( room filter )

Ranger-General Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 29 (1-100).

[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

[Sylvanas opens the journal as she sits outside, within the castle grounds, admiring the scenery, having grown accustomed to such a wintry chill.

She muses to herself for but a moment as she sits through the pages, before stopping.]

Tomorrow, I will have been here for two weeks. Belore...

[Looking at the snow, she cannot help but think of home, and how the Quel'dorei's dwarven allies must be handling the season. And so, she dictates...]

It is said that when the snow covers the land, it is the work of Greatfater Winter. As he would walk the various lands of Azeroth, his very cloak would be winter itself, and in his wake he would leave a blanket of snow. Or rather, a winter veil.

Though the lands were covered in snow, it gave way to a time of renewal for the land, allowing it to grow and the cycle of life to continue. As such, it is a time of celebration, one that is honored with a great feast. To those that would welcome Greatfather Winter, he would provide a bounty a great bounty, bringing together allies and kin alike to share in the feast. In sharing the feast, it has also become custom to exchange gifts with one another, a token of appreciation and a sense of community among one another.

Of course, the legend is celebrated differently among various cultures, but tale of Greatfather Winter remains the same.

[An amused sound escapes the elf's lips at the thought.] It certainly sounds like this Christmas of yours, doesn't it?


( Jr & Allen )

(OOC: I am still making my way home; it's my turn to drive, so I will reply when my journey comes to an end. OPEN FOR KISSES, planned or unplanned. Also open for general CR!)

Host King's Twenty-Fourth Court

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

( Hosts )

[To anyone passing through the lobby today, there is a blonde-haired boy sitting beneath one of the two trees covered in sticky tape and wrapping paper.

He appears to be having more fun than is humanly possible. He's never wrapped gifts himself, his maids always did it for him, or they appeared ready-wrapped in expensive paper from the stores he bought from.]

[This is the second post of Tamaki's LOSS and is directed at: Kasanoda, Spike Spiegel, Jessica, Lavi, Sister, Dave, Cross, Sakaki, Kallen and Ino However! The post is also open for just plain CR, and the Host Club as well! Once affected by the loss, it can last anywhere between a few hours to two days maximum. Please feel free to post with your characters being their new persona for maximum amusement =) Any problems, please reach me at luthienabler.]

二 - journeyman

[disguisedsword.livejournal.com]

[ Ragnarok is in the dining room, journal open on the table in front of him even though he's thumbing through a book from the library. For some odd reason, the dining room is hardly ever filled with people while the library always seems to be full of them. Which would be fine, except he's been kind of living in it since he arrived. But it just might be time to start bothering Leroy again and staying with him. He would bet money that his room is hardly used, and he's kind of sort of missing him. ]

Do other worlds have this many people who enjoy pursuing knowledge? Otherwise, I'd have to say that this castle has a fixation with bookworms. It's surprising seeing so many people willing to use their heads and think stuck here.

[ He thumbs through a few more pages before he figures he can't put off the inevitable anymore. It would be so much easier if Leroy would use his head as well and actually read his journal. ]

[ Instead, he attempts using telepathy to contact Leroy. And, well, he did say to ask. ]
{Leroy? Have you been making the most of your time alone with Ino?}


[ooc: open for un/planned kisses or general cr. Turtledove control is in your hands.]

❀ twenty-four unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

[she's back from shopping and she's got nothing to show for it, which is fine mostly because she's wandering the kitchen trying to find something to eat. She's just not sure what she's hungry for.

See... those pesky Turtledoves got the brilliant idea that all of Harmony's PostIt Notes, the ones that remind her she's a vampire, would be excellent to rip apart to make their nests. Which means each morning, since they've arrived, Harmony has awoken with less and less information about her own loss.

Hence, the kitchen... and the unsure wavering between the fridge and the pantry.

Perhaps, she'll just ask the castle for their opinions!]



Nothing sounds good today. Did anyone make Christmas Cookies yet? Maybe that's what I want.



[open and there are birds... as there are in almost every post these days, but feel free to have them show up or not!]

Treat 019;

[pumpkinbutt]

[ people who can sense mana or magic? BIG SURGE OF IT RIGHT HERE. people out near the forest? TREE CARNAGE.

Someone finished their brain theatre loss and isn't particularly happy about what happened--Halloween's more or less ripped several trees out by their roots and tossed them as far back into the forest as she can in pure and utter frustration. CANNOT BELIEVE SHE WAS GOOGOO-GAGA OVER LANCELOT, and the best way to deal with her humiliation? obviously blame the entire world because it clearly hates her.

she's using up as much Mana as she can as she curses angrily and digs her fingers into another tree, fingers digging into the bark like it's putty as she grits her teeth and starts tugging again ]

I--hate--this--place!! [ and that she actually yells as she uproots the damn thing, letting out a yell of frustration as she whips it around back into several others, releasing it and watching it take down at least one other unsuspecting plant ): after she stands there panting with exertion and effort, fists clenched.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ]


[ ooc; open! frustration levels reached critical max here ): feel free to come check it out or notice the forest is being a little uprooted while she vents. she probably looks absolutely ridiculous dsjkjgs ]

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[sworn]

( Room 1602 Filter )

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[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[And the latest victim of the Tamaki Brain Theater has come! Ritsu Kasanoda is no longer the straight, brash member of the yakuza who is super moe with women/friends.]

Huh... so Ashura has been missing for a few days.

[This is Secret FBI Agent Ritsu Kasanoda.]

And the only evidence left are his pets, and a strange statue resembling him.

[A gay, dramatic cop who is the most stereotypical CSI police man ever.]

This calls for an investigation. Bad guys don't rest during the holidays.

[His journal is open, and he is in front of the Ashura statue. He is pulling out something from his pants pocket.]

Tis the season, for Santa's...

[It's a pair of shades. Now on his face.]

... Slay.

[YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

oh, and if you wanna turtledove this up, go right ahead, because, really, how could this possibly get any worse.]

Seventy Third Song

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

So, hey, here's a question for everyone here. Who knows how to cook? Because I am one chef short of a kitchen over in Caritas. Any takers?

It's a great place to work, I swear. Ask anyone.

Oh and FYI? It's turtledove free. I don't need rats with wings making a mess of my bar.

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[wereall_addicts]

Who: Larry Paul and Sophie Deveraux
What: Kissing doves shenanigans
When: Various points between this thread and now.
Where: Various.
Rating: PG-13

( In which Larry and Sophie do a lot of kissing. )

─ one hundred one

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( private )

( minato-kun )

( tim & carrie )

[ yep, there's an uru walking through the snow and in the direction of the castle. she's humming to herself, in a good mood as usual but also keeping an eye out for any suspicious birds around. she doesn't see any so far... so maybe they've already disappeared from the castle grounds entirely? either way, she just needs to fetch something quickly and then she can be on her merry way. ]


[ ooc: open for kisses. planned/unplanned/seconds or general bothering :D ♥ also backdated to the late afternoon! ]