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twenty-three23

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( room filter )

seventh twist of the coil

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

[If you just happen to be in the library, you might hear a row of indignant coos from somewhere in one of the book aisles. There's a small black pigeon with red eyes pacing back in forth in front of a journal laying on the ground.]

[This is madness. It must be. There is no possible way he could have woken up and become...]

Coo.

[Okay, castle, he takes it back. He takes it back that he doesn't believe in magic. Just turn him back to the way he was, already.]

[Of course, that isn't going to be happening anytime soon. Too bad for Tesla. Maybe pigeons weren't all that they were cracked up to be.]

[ooc: It's the start of Nikola's first loss. React as you will to the sarcastic-sounding pigeon in your library, Paradisa.]

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[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

( People who knew me before )

[a pause; there's a small huff of air as he blows his bangs out of his face AGAIN.] What a stupid loss...

Okay, I guess I'll admit this place probably isn't an acid trip.

Still haven't ruled out coma. Though..it's pretty disturbing to think that this is what my subconscious comes up with.

005;

[nurturing.livejournal.com]

[ it's mid-afternoon when a tiny little creature descends from one of the trees surrounding the castle. It's as close as Alexstrasza dares get to the blasted place, but after a certain crystal was put up she can't help but want to know more about the new magic she sensed.

So in squirrel form she'll slowly be making her way across the grounds, hopping to clear the snow djkgd but pausing every few seconds to look around before slowly continuing toward the castle's courtyard even if she really, really would prefer not to. ]


[ ooc; COME MARVEL AT MORE NATURAL WILDLIFE. she might even randomly shift into fox or fawn form without warning too :> open♥ FOR THOSE WHO WANT MAMA DRAGON CR ]

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[guidance.livejournal.com]

[For the past two days, Miria has made it her mission to familiarize herself with the castle. Walking and rewalking the halls might get old for some, but for her, it's a good way to memorize the layout of things. However, as things went on, she did find herself with a few questions she just couldn't answer on her own.

Currently, still wandering the castle, she opens her journal and dictated. Now is the time for asking.]

I've been here for two days now, and while I've taken it upon myself to learn the floor plan of Cair Paradisa, something has been weighing on my mind. For a castle such as this, why is it I'm unable to locate an armory of any type? It seems stra--

[Elevator DING goes here. She stops in whatever hall she's in and looks at the doors.]

In addition, what is this contraption? It's been emitting strange noises throughout the days.

[OOC: You know the drill.]

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[aviarius.livejournal.com]

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[ there is a man standing on the roof who isn't brooding! shock and horror. instead he is standing dangerously close to the edge, staring out at the land surrounding the grand building, enveloped in the many thoughts and questions that float about his mind. he moves so little that it is easy to assume he is a statue, or something akin to it, so what do you do paradisa? ]


(ooc; open forever. try to distract him, poke him, throw a water balloon at his head! )

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[givingchase.livejournal.com]

[Friends]

Hey. How are you guys? I feel like I haven't talked to a lot of you in forever. Anything new going on?

[/Friends]

[a castle is being doodled into the journal! it could be paradisa (and it probably looks like it at first), but it's actually another place entirely.]

What did that part look like again? [... he erases a small part off to the side and redoodles it.] Man, it's been a while.

[Another thoughtful pause... He puts the journal onto the seat beside him and stretches out his legs into the snow in front of him. All that delicious, fresh looking snow.]

Has anyone here ever been like... stuck between a rock and a hard place? Like, no matter what you do, it's the wrong thing to do? What did you end up doing? How did you make your decision?

[[ooc: THIS IS A SNOW FROLICKING POST. IF YOUR CHARACTER MEETS HIM FACE TO FACE, THEY'D BETTER SURE AS HELL BE READY TO MOTHERFUCKING FROLICK. oAo!!!!

also please assume all of your characters got their presents from sora's massive list/the presents meme lsdkjfa SORRY TOO LAZY TO ACTUALLY GIVE THEM]]

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[slingshots]

[there's a... flurry of beating wings and chirping, as the owner of these noises discovers that it really sucks to not have hands. and then, about five minutes later, the following is painstakingly scratched out in ink over the page:]



[MISSION COMPLETE. Now to try and get out of her room. Anyone passing 214 is welcome to hear scratching and peeping at the base of the door!]

Tenth Issue - Passive

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[With his powers returned, and his face once more covered with a thick layer of bandages and scarves, Jono's hit the town, hoping to avoid...well...basically everyone. He's not really sure where he's going, but Jono's feet carry him to a bar with a sign reading "Caritas" hanging over the door. Once inside, he shucks his leather coat, and orders a tap beer to stare at, his journal open next to him.]

( Filtered to Cessily )

[With that filter out of the way, Jono's gonna just sit there until someone notices he's not actually drinking from the beer he ordered.]


((Thread's mostly open, but I'd like Lorne to jump in first, si vous plait! =3))

Twenty Sixth Shot

[girly-laps.livejournal.com]

Holy cramwhistle, did you guys see that fricken ghost baby? It fricken exploded all over me like sparkledust out of a guy's pee-pee.

[...Wait. That came out wrong]

What the frick?

...

NO SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FICKEN FRICK IS FRICKETY FRICKEN GOING ON FRICKEN HERE?

...

Fricky frick? Spucket!

[[ooc: Loss started!]]

REMIX ♥0♦0♣1♠

[be-vegetant.livejournal.com]

[Y'all best be watchin' out, castle residents. This kid is flyin' through the halls on a skateboard, lookin' pretty damned frantic and possibly opening a few random doors here and there.]

Rhyme? Rhyme?! Shit--RHYME, where you at?!

[Come on, life, give him a break! He was so ready to be back home where his friends and his sister were safe.]

Shiki?! Phones?!

[He'll eventually come to a stop in the lobby.]

Damn... The hell's goin' on here?

[And then he looks at his surroundings one more time.]

Rhyme?!

blog seventy-five - the gang that sang

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[Barney's sitting up in the Nines, after a relatively busy day at the WildKat. and all things considered, New Year's Eve hangover aside, the best way to wind down is decidedly with a drink in the brand-new, shiny flask that Faye got him for Christmas. he fills it up with some of the best brandy he's got...]

Okay, let's break this puppy in ...

[he breathes in the smell of it, savoring the moment, then takes a sip. and when he starts to speak, his words take on a particularly Brooklyn drawl, Cagney-esque...]

Aw, now, dat's more like it. Now dat I know we'se got good quality stuff up in here, I bettah go settle my affaihs...

[and with that, he'll start making his way BACK down out of the castle, suited up, plucking a fedora from near the door of the Nines on his way out and tilting it rakishly. he's headed out to check up on the illicit business that the Castle has so suddenly and graciously given him ... and he's bound to run into those who help him run them!]

((OOC: LOSS START! Two sections are up, but people are also welcome to treat this as an open post and bump into him on the stairs, in the lobby... etc. If you replied in his OOC post wanting in and we haven't decided a role yet ... I'll be on AIM this evening and we can work it out!))

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[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

Who: Sylvanas Windrunner, oftheforsaken.
What: How does the Banshee Queen handle the fact that she had the opportunity to live again?
When: The morning of January 4th.
Where: Room 1215, Cair Paradisa.
Rating: Dial A For Angst.

( Red eyes opened to the daylight. )

Lady Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 33 (1-100).

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[Backdated to this morning;]

( Private; )

( Windrunners; )

[If you're lucky enough to catch sight of it, Sylvanas will have found a familiar companion of hers, both figures fleeing the scene quickly.

Neither would deign to look back.]

twenty » dictated

[arakhnes.livejournal.com]

( filter to those who gave her gifts )

[ for those who are out in town, Jess will be walking down the street, in civvies for once, bundled up for the weather. she doesn't have any plans and she's not on patrol, so she's pretty chill. relaxed even. her spider sense would go off if anything happ--

AAND OF COURSE, she trips over something in the road, the journal tumbling out of her coat pocket as she hits the ground ]

-- Ouch!

[ sitting up and looking back... to see what she tripped over. it's a weird, sleeping... yellow sheep.

grabbing journal and dictating into it ]

Hey, did... anyone happen to lose a sheep or are there like... weird spawn of those buffalo running around or something?

[ JESS FOUND A MAREEP. this is open journal or action! feel free... to make fun of her or help her figure out what the fuck it is. )8 ]

88.1 - what you seen, man?

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[anyone checking the journal about an hour ago might have noticed something brown and sticky on the pages ... during his weekly perusal of the goings-on, Harry upended one of his precious Wild Cherry Diet Pepsis by accident. he cleaned it up pretty fast, though - even if it did obliterate one of the entries into illegibility. well, at least, in his copy. now that he's sufficiently caught up - or so he thinks - he turns on the stereo and cranks his theme song, letting it play for a moment or two before turning it down, per usual]

Well, well, well, Happy Fucking New Year, Paradisa. I'll be holding a contest to see who ingested the most dog hair on New Year's morning. Send me your numbers and the winner gets ... well, I haven't decided yet, but it won't suck.

[he sucks in a deep breath here, leaning back in his chair and spinning around a few times] H'okaaaaaaaayyyyy, let's see. What've we got for whatever passes for NEWS around here, this week? Seems someone's trying to start up a rock band .... and someone else was trying to teach their pet rock to sit, by the sounds of it.

[he drums his fingers on the desk. other than that? silence]

Thrillinnnnng.

COME ON, YOU PEOPLE, you mean to tell me that you all got ABSOLUTELY SHIT-FACED and absolutely NOTHING OF MERIT WENT DOWN?

I mean, really! The only one I heard makin' noise was some BABY down in the lobby, and that thing apparently exploded! I think that's the first time I've ever heard of something being so goddamn unenthused that it committed EXPLOSIVE SUICIDE! What the hell am I supposed to do with you all? Those of you with pulses, HELP ME OUT HERE! You know what, I ---

[suddenly, there's more music over the journal. Gwen Stefani, to be exact. Forty-five seconds in, the music STOPS, abruptly, as Harry got sick of listening to it and turned it off. there's another sigh]

I'm just trying to say something that hasn't been said a million times already, this year. "OH, we all got drunk." "OH, thank you for the Christmas presents." "OH, god, I'm stuck here for another year." "OH, hey, whose underwear is that on top of my lamp and why is there an empty jar of apple jelly on the floor? ... Now that I think about it, my dick smells especially delicious this morning ..."

[flips pages] Oh, wait, that wasn't someone else, that was me. ... Okay, it wasn't actually me. But I will tell you one thing - I think for each person who mentions either getting hung over, or loving their Christmas presents, or having a New Year's resolution? I am going to filter to them, personally, and give them a present of my own.

That's right, the lucky losers are going to get treated to the melodious sound of Hard Harry bringing himself to the glory of all glories. More than once, because you all know it's true - jacking off is like potato chips. You can never have just one.

So shake it up, people. Or I'm gonna do a little shakin' of my own. I leave you with a little motivation...

[and with that, he cranks up Cracker.]

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[heirdom]

[One Damian Wayne is in the games room, but you wouldn't know it at first –– not with his duvet dragged up around him and right over his head. It moves slightly every once in a while, confirming that, sure enough, Damian is huddled under that blanket. There's enough of a gap in the fabric for him to see the television attached to the PS3.

He's playing violent video games while trying to wait out this hell of a cold. (Thanks a lot, Stephanie.)

Come bother the boy, or challenge him to a round of COD4, or something.]