⚡ 005.

[childofhades.livejournal.com]

Hn. Some Christmas present. Stupid castle.

[Nico is holding something in his hand - a tiny black figurine of Hades, about the size of his pinky. Years of laying in a junkyard has left it looking kind of scruffy. He scowls at it, holds it up to the light, and then chucks it hard across the room. It pings off of the opposite wall and lands behind the armoire.] 

I can't wait for this month to be over. I'm sick of dressing like Abe-freaking-Lincoln. 


[ooc: backdated liek woah, to Christmas morning.]

Seventh Issue - Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? [Backdated to Christmas Eve, sorry guys]

[ruined-jaw.livejournal.com]

[It's Christmas Eve at the Massachusetts Academy, and Jonothan Starsmore is surrounded by people he thought he'd never see again; he's squished into a couch with Jubilation Lee, Angelo Espinosa, Everett Thomas, and Monet St. Croix. They're engaging in the typical holiday tradition for the school, watching the worst, most cheesy horror movie they could find from the local rental place. Jubilee and Angelo are throwing popcorn at each other, Everett is laughing at them and joining in, and M is trying her best to remain the portrait of class. It isn't going well.

There's something wrong, and Jono knows it. He wants desperately to just believe this is real, and to enjoy it as much as he's pretending to, but he knows things. Things that that make this scene all the more heartbreaking for him. Everett's been dead for six months, Angelo for about a day as far as Jono knew. What's more? Jono still has his face. Something only Paradisa Castle could do for him.

For now, he'll just be making snide comments at the movie, and trying to enjoy this as best he can. When he wakes up, he's not going to be very happy.]


[Oh so very open. Come in and bother him, meet his teammates, etc.]

one. ➛ the saints can't help me now

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[Anyone who finds themselves in the hallways might stumble across a boy in a suit. Maybe at first glance and at a distance, not that odd, but upon closer inspection there is something very wrong. The suit, for one, is covered with dirt. The boy is also sporting a very nasty black eye and there is dried blood all over his face, especially on his forehead. Every indication of severe head trauma. His hands too are bloody, fingers full with splinters and most nails broken and some torn off entirely.

All in all it's a wonder that the boy is still standing and pretty much a miracle that he's walking. The open journal nearby goes completely unnoticed by him and it records the few sounds there are to record. Heavy footsteps, labored breathing...

And the one thing Jason keeps saying, almost like a plea:] Bruce...

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[batfail.livejournal.com]

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( [Batfam... minus Jason] )

[open] that other ho ho ho job

[thatsmy-niche.livejournal.com]

Who: Alec Hardison, Sophie Devereaux, and OPEN
When: this morning
Where: Starting in the Leverage Tower and all over the castle
What: Santa and Mrs. Claus are coming to town...
Rating: G-PG

[They may have been put off schedule a bit by castle shenanigans, but Sophie and Hardison haven't forgotten those Santa letters. They have bought the gifts and wrapped them, and even though Christmas is over, it's time to hand them out...]


( .... )

{ooc: Feel free to tag in! They'll be going to knock on doors of the kids that wrote letters, so catch them around the castle and such. And if yours wrote a letter...well, someone's knocking on their door. If they didn't write a letter...there might be something in Santa's sack for them anyway...}

sept

[mymastersarm.livejournal.com]

[Backdated to early in the morning (pretend I don't fail)! The journal has somehow been opened in Robin's bedroom, to pick up the groan of someone just waking up, followed by a beat of silence... and then the rustling of covers and]

Wh-what!! Oh my G--

[She cuts herself off with a yelp and a thump as she lands on the floor, tangled in sheets.  And she's just going to lie there for a moment while she tries to process this, muttering to herself.  It's unnerving; her own voice sounds almost unfamiliar to her-- she hasn't heard it in two years, and she was certain she'd never hear it again.]

[She hasn't quite decided whether she's horrified or ecstatic about this yet.]

What is this??  I can't believe it--  Aa... Some warning would have been nice...  Everything's blurry.



[If you want to catch her in person, a little while later you can find her on her way to the kitchen, wearing the Christmas gift she had received from the castle (a simple black dress from home), trying to contain a smile.]


[[open in person or through the journal, just specify which~ loss start!]]

6th rhyme without reason

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

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((OOC: It's open. Feel free to thread-jack.))

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[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

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un ✿ fleur

[manhandling.livejournal.com]

[So now that Robin's finally been introduced to the actual castle, and not the rat-invading dollhouse or, disappointingly enough, the Thousand Sunny, she's decided to explore.

Which brings her to the kitchen. If anyone stops by for a snack, they'll find a hand planted on the counter, holding a coffee pot and pouring her coffee. She'll be five feet away, flipping through her journal.]

So this is the castle, I'm assuming? It's quite nice... But I have a question.

[Obligatory...]

Is there a library in here, by chance?

4: the jailor who throws away the key

[terrorwhatflaps.livejournal.com]

( To Whoever Was Santa Claus )

[Drake had spent Christmas chasing Gosalyn around, making sure that she didn't do ENORMOUS amounts of property damage with her presents ... and helping her test out the virtual reality set he got her, to go with the Whiffle Boy arcade machine he wished up in the Game Room and was soundly thrashed on. so, as it was, he didn't discover his own Christmas present from the castle, and figured that he was just too much of a newcomer to get one.

today, though, he's wrapped up in his warmest cape, having decided to make a run down into town and see what all the fuss is about ...

... when he spots his present parked next to the fountain. the journal picks up a particularly gleeful shout:]

OH, NO WAY! YESSSSSS---!

[and then there's the revving of a very, very loud engine and the peel of tires on pavement. anyone out in town will most likely be getting buzzed by an ostentatious-looking motorcycle, complete with sidecar.


and, YES, he IS wearing a helmet. his daughter would kill him, otherwise]

87.9 - it's a marshmallow world

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[at ten o'clock on the dot, "Everybody Knows" starts playing over the journal. those who were around last Monday may find it sounds familiar...]

Okay, it's ten o'clock. So, clear the cotton candy out of your ear canal, get up off that pile of wrapping paper you still haven't thrown away, and listen up, Paradisa. That's right, it's time for Happy Harry Hard-on's weekly take on the castle.

SO, that's what you people call a world change, huh? Other than a sugar coma and a little unique insight into everyone else's subconscious, I'm not sure it was much to write home about. Or, at least --- I know YOU ALL don't think it was much to write home about.

[there's the pop and hiss of a can of soda, and then a little flail, as he spins around in his chair and knocks ... something over]

COME ON, EVERYONE, WAKE UP! GET WITH THE PROGRAM! YOU WERE ALL FOUR INCHES HIGH, WALKING AROUND A DOLLHOUSE, WHILE TALKING RATS GEARED UP TO INVADE US! And what did we all do? "Whoop de do, down we go through the massive gearshaft into Magical Candyland!" And you all acted like you were TAKING THE CROSSTOWN BUS TO GO STAND AROUND K-MART WITH A HAND DOWN YOUR SHORTS!

Does nothing faze you people? NOTHING AT ALL?!

LET'S GO, PARADISA! I wanna hear your hearts pumping! I wanna see your pupils dilate, I wanna get your blood pressure going! Are you all even ALIVE out there? Get ecstatic, get pissed, get wet or hard or horny or WEEP, I don't care WHAT you do! Just show me you're all real, out there! I'm beginning to wonder if there isn't a REASON this place was a dollhouse for forty-eight hours! Is there anything between your collective ears save for cotton and fluff?!

I had this big, long, introspective thing about dreams, and the intimacy of wandering around in someone else's head, and it was gonna be beautiful. It was gonna be thought-provoking, and deep, and I was gonna have tons of people writing in. I really was.

But then I realized that you're all in too big a sugar coma to appreciate it. So, hey. Maybe next week.

To all you newbies out there that just arrived? Leia, Neku, Anastasia, Liadri, Souji, Maeve, and Jason, if my ears serve me right? GOOD FUCKING LUCK, you're gonna need it. As for Suzaku? You lucky bastard. I hope you've got something good waiting for you at home.

The rest of you poor sorry shitheads? Hope you had fun in the candy shop.

[and he'll slam the CD door of his stereo shut and bash Play. hope you all like 50 Cent being blared over your journals at maximum volume]

- twenty-second year waiting -

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

(backdated to Christmas morning!)

[Rory wakes up (wait? wakes up?) from his dream on Christmas morning not because of anything pleasant, like the smell of cookies or breakfast or a kiss from his fiancée--or, you know, waking up naturally--but because the bed is shaking like there's an earthquake on. He grumpily opens his eyes to see Amy jumping up and down on the bed next to him]

Wake up, stupid, it's Christmas!

[he grumbles something unintelligible and rolls over, smushing his face pointedly into the pillow]

Rorrryyy! Come on, it's Christmas! Wake up!

[he grumbles again, not moving, and waves her away. He was asleep, dammit. No never mind that he can't actually sleep. Amy takes one last bounce and promptly lets herself fall on top of him. Rory jerks awake and yells like he's had the wind knocked out of him]

Gah--Amy, what the bloody--can't you see I'm--geroff!!

Get your plastic arse out of bed! You're not even really asleep anyway!

[he whines sleepily, half-heartedly pushing her away] But I was--Christ, it's barely even light out--

Fine, I'm taking your present back.

[suddenly the weight and pressure of her is gone; she's climbed off the bed to move away towards the modest Christmas tree that's appeared overnight in the corner near the table. Blinking, Rory sits up to see that there are actually a small number of presents stacked beneath it]

Wha ...? Fine, fine ... getting up now. Keep your hair on.

[once he's properly awake he'll realize that they're actually back in the castle like they should be]