twenty-nine shots and a nice evening

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

( ze castle lobby filtah )

(no subject)

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[Hearing that it's possible that your bro back home is dead FOR REALS is... Well. It sucks ok? He'd gone up on the roof for a little bit but he left that because while it's prime brooding territory, it's also very very cold at the moment. So he's made his way to one of his favorite places ever - The kitchen. And he's made himself a huge mug of hot chocolate with his journal open next to him.]

I guess there's no chance of it warming up for Christmas? Why couldn't we have a tropical Christmas? We could decorate palm trees and relax by a beach with margaritas. Shoot any bird that even thinks of coming near. Doesn't that sound so much better than crappy clothes and freezing our asses off? I thought so.


((Open for planned or unplanned kisses as well as just bothering over the journals. ♥ ))

002 ♦ [Open + Recorded]

[benightrayed.livejournal.com]

BIRDS I ORDER YOU TO LEAVE!

[Well someone has a pair of turtle doves in their room who suddenly appeared and are not looking to leave right now. Pity anyone with an open journal who may have heard "Birds?!" a slam of a door opening, and then several seconds of pursuit before the deafening scream of frustration. Said birds are not atop a very high window, cooing and bobbing their heads as if laughing at the young duke's daughter.]

Wretched things! You must be more of the castle's magic! [Waving a broom at them oh god this may being back memories and perilously balancing atop a chair the Vanessa is attempting to swat the pair down.

Which just leads the birds to do lazy circles around the roof of her room; totally out of reach.]

AAARRRGGGHHH! [The broom is thrown down with a clatter. The birds re-land on the window sill and begin to coo again.]

[OOC: For kissing, help, or lulz; in person or over the journal.]

Episode 54

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

( Hesam )

( Mohinder )

(no subject)

[junescutie.livejournal.com]

( Kate K., Anna L., Zoro, Tomoe H., Zombie, Julian, Gino, Evangeline )

[hum hum hummmm, someone is humming that good old junes theme song ♥ why? well because she's happy! she's going to have lunch with someone special :3 and once she's done with the filter and just kind of minding the miso soup she'll turn back to the journal]

There's so much food in the kitchen... but it's really nice. It lets everyone eat down here, so the castle is kind of like one big house, and everyone has their own room but they still use the kitchen. [there's a smile in her voice]

So... we're kind of all like a really really big family.

[ooc: loss starts today :3 other people are still welcome to reply either over the journal or in person and ask why she's so happy alkdgha]

eleventh broken bone--written;

[bigbad]

( Private TL;DR )

( Private to Buffy )

[In disguised handwriting.]

Hello, this is the vampire who'd been eating people in town.

Just thought you all should know, I've decided not to do anymore of that. I'm turning to the side of good and leaving my murdering ways behind me. You can all go back to whatever it was you were doing before I showed up.

(no subject)

[murderous.livejournal.com]

[Ares is out in the courtyard, still half naked despite the frigid cold. He refuses to wear the ridiculous petticoat things that were left in his room. Just be thankful he's wearing the pants, okay? For the moment, he's taken to practicing with his sword. Unfortunately, facing an invisible opponent fails to keep his interest for very long. His journal is lying open on a nearby bench]

"Bachelorette auction" my ass.

[Whoever built the snowman out here might be a little bummed to find it now lacks a head. It's hardly as satisfying as decapitating a flesh and blood person, but beggars can't be choosers. He's obviously still a little bitter that none of his dates ended with him getting any]

Whatever happened to the notion of getting what you paid for?

[It goes without saying that he's oblivious to the turtledoves flying around the courtyard]

Arthas Menethil receives [Soul Shard] x13

[lionbeforelambs.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[ooc: See here for details /STOPS COMM SPAM]

two ✩

[advocacies.livejournal.com]

( atlee )

[ in the kitchen making herself a delicious cup of mocha is karen. yep, she's donned one of her own dresses. pants or skirts... not much of a difference to her since she doesn't feel cold, but she does feel dumb in this particular get-up.

she spots a dove hanging around near the entrance and frowns at it. ]

Don't even think about it.


[ ooc: open for kisses if you... dare. AHAHA. ]

∅ seventh virus unleashed

[thatsmy-niche.livejournal.com]

[Hardison has been hanging around, doing his Hardison thing. He's been caught several times by the kissing doves already and he really doesn't mind. He isn't bothering to hide. Except maybe from a couple people that he'd rather not kiss. Or....that he'd rather not kiss while under a spell.]

[But it's kinda hard to hide from people around here, especially when you live with a handful of them, and he hasn't really felt like being cooped up in his room. His solution is spending a lot of time out and about. In town, roaming the castle, and playing in the snow.]

[In your time around the grounds of Paradisa, you might find some unique looking snowpeople. A snowman that's got bling, big sunglasses, and a boombox resting on it's shoulder for one. Or a snowman with two heads, a snowwoman with really big breasts and butt, a snowchild with a pet dragon, and his favorite...a snowman/woman with a bag of money at it's side and a really big smile. Clearly, it's a thieving snowperson. In front of each snowperson he marks a giant "H" in the snow.]

[feel free to find him anywhere. Initialing one of his pieces of "art", starting a new one, or just wandering around. Might be humming a few "Fa-la-la-la-la's". He'll be doing this for days.]


[and at some point in his day he'll open his journal for the following...]

So....what do people want for Christmas? Anyone even askin'? Can't hurt, right? Tell you what. If anyone wants to write a letter to Santa, especially any kids, I'll go around and collect them Sunday night and take 'em all in a big bag and deliver it....um...I don't know. Somewhere that the big guy might find it?

filtered to those who don't believe in Santa.
Look, don't go shoutin' that "Santa doesn't exist" without a filter, okay? Don't wreck the fun for the people that do believe. That's just....not cool, man.
.filter


{Open for all!}

¤ 12 - Wintertime

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[Zuko had sworn that he wasn't going out in the snow again, but something has apparently changed since then. He's wandering across the Castle grounds, a keen eye peeled for doves]

What is with this place and its weird birds? First those big vicious ones, and now these... [pause for a small fireblast and alarmed cooing] ...Where is it getting these stupid holidays from, anyway?

[he's not really expecting an answer from the journal, so he just drops it nearby in the snow as he reaches the frozen duck pond. Arms crossed, hesitant about something, looking out over it thoughtfully. Hmm...]


((ooc: open for whatever! Bring along some doves if you want a kiss))

© OOΙΙ. psychopaths don't use diaries

[crazyscreamer.livejournal.com]

[she's managed to make what restrictive and annoying clothing was provided for her into something she's more used to. Even her own powers as a God seemed useless against the Victorian era clothing. A sharp blade was the only thing she managed to utilize, but now she at least feels more comfortable.

In her hands is the journal and she's flipping the pages, annoyed.]

Why do you even bother complaining in this thing? You're just going to become annoyed with something else later.

[so she'll throw the book aside, letting it just land wherever - the damn thing will end up back in her room again anyway]





[open for... kisses or anything. She's wandering and can teleport to you, as well]

.06.

[liquid-cadence.livejournal.com]

[Now that he's quite finished attempting to be a successful businessman (without really anything at all to show for it but a great deal of confusion), Demyx is outside, bundled up in coat and gloves, trying his best to build a snowman.

So far, he's only got one very large misshapen ball of snow.

Nevertheless, he's humming tunelessly to himself and slapping even more snow onto it. He seems to have had plans to use a carrot he has stuck in his coat pocket for the snowman's nose, but he's now taking bites out of that carrot every once in a while.

A few turtledoves nearby don't appear to be too interested in the scene, but Demyx keeps trying to throw them pieces of carrot anyway.]


(OOC: Open for kisses or whatever.)

(no subject)

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ despite the constrictions offered, lana is still wearing one of the victorian dresses provided for her, if only because she's not one to back down from a challenge - however silly.

she's actually just about to leave the castle, on her way to grandma's zelman's house, but feel free to bump into her along the way in town! it's a long walk after all, especially with snow in the way ]


[ ooc; Open to all! Kisses welcome, planned or unplanned. ]

Eighth Punch

[craftingrebel]

( private to self )

H-Hey Chie-senpai? You said you wanted to know how to sew, right? I can uhh--I can help ya with that. When are you free?

(no subject)

[leadthedance.livejournal.com]

( Penny )

[Having decided not to do anything fancy or in particular today, Gino is just sitting in the lobby with a mug of hot chocolate (with plenty of marshmallows) with his journal on his lap. He glances up towards the ceiling, staring at a couple of turtledoves.]

So, Christmas is just around the corner, huh? I wonder if the castle will do anything else for it.

... I just hope we don't get a repeat of last year.


[ooc: feel like kissing the blonde? go for it. planned, unplanned, you know the drill. or just poke and bother him, that works too. :D slowatus is still in effect so excuse any slow responses.]