Issue #8 - The Blind Leading The Blind

[a-guardiandevil.livejournal.com]

[If you listen closely, you can hear the sound of a ballpoint pen tapping on the page, followed by a thoughtful hum. Between the Christmas shenanigans, seeing his parents alive and well, and the silly costume the castle had left him, Matt has a lot he's thinking about. Most of all though, he was thinking about the conversation he'd had with Elektra, about the idea of going into business as a Private Detective. He knew it made sense, given his background both as a crime fighter and attorney, but Matt can't help but wonder if it's necessary at all. Finally, the tapping stops, and Matt starts drawing something. After a moment, during which he passes his fingers over his creation, surveying his work, he scratches it out with an annoyed grunt.]



( Filtered to Elektra and Ukitake )

~ twenty-second fairy tale

[too-fairytale.livejournal.com]

[sup, castle? Have your resident Scot calling cheerfully into the journal]

Roryyyyyyy! Whatever you're doing, drop it and get your plastic arse up here! We've got an experiment to run!

(no subject)

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[Remember Kasanoda's list of New Year's Resolutions? And how one of them was 'helping Tamaki'? Well, because of that one, Kasanoda has caught a very bad cold. He's sitting in his room, wrapped up in blankets, cats mewing. He's trying to write calmly in his journal.]

... Got a cold. Any recommendations? I'll even take other-wordly stuff at this point.

neun.

[lostbirth.livejournal.com]

( [ Filtered to Jr. ] )

❀ twenty-six unicornnnnnOMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!!!

[iamdamnloyal]

[once a week, Harmony finds herself heading to the stables to pet the horses and feed them apples and carrots. There's a weird unicorn-looking thing, but it has fire for its mane and tail... not very Vampire Friendly, animal-wise. Her little dog comes from time to time, but the snow being deep, she's left the puppy home. However -- when Harmony arrives at the stables -- the squealing that comes from her -- is probably heard by her dog all the way back at the castle]



OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! [then there's a squeal of giddy, that can only be described as ... girly excitement]

Seriously, you guys, seriously!!! [she's trying to stop herself from jumping around too much and causing the horses any distress, but she's SO HAPPY]

Who owns this amazingly, beautiful, totally spectacular, [there's a pause for more excited sounds, less squeal - more just giddy giggles] like, honestly, the best thing I have ever seen on four legs.

No. I mean it. EVER. [there's extra emphasis there]


There's-a-unicorn-here-that-makes-butterflies!!!! [that was all said in one breath, literally, because Harmony doesn't need to breathe]

three. ➛ that old familiar tweet

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[The sound of beating wings immediately make it clear that oh boy, it's another victim of that bird thing that's been going around. Jason really isn't too pleased about waking up with feathers and it's audible. There's a lot of chirping going on that, really, can only be described as angry.

At some point it sounds like something gets knocked over as there is a loud crash and the fluttering and chirping stop for a moment.

Then the noises pick right back up again. For those not paying attention to the journals, all of this racket can be heard on the thirteenth floor as well.]

sixty-one.

[fanassaults.livejournal.com]

( Stephanie )

( Kallen )

( Chie )

58 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

( To those who can see or sense magic; )

My father...Uther, has returned to Camelot. [He feels oddly detached from it, feels like everything that's been weighting him down since Uther arrived no longer matters. That he can finally find out the truth about his birth, without being forced to make an actual decision on what information will be revealed. No choice between killing him for his long list of offences, or being aware that nothing would ever make up for such accusations if he had been lied to. He feels like a coward.

This has brought him outside, where he finds it easier to think, staring at a fixed point and being completely still except for the movement of his breathing]

[416]

[ino]

( KONOHA PEOPLE (Sakura, Hinata, Naruto, Sasuke) )

¤ 15 - Disabled

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[filtered away from Sora]

So... people can leave and come back as a different age here? It's temporary... right?
How long is this going to last?

[/filter]

[then, he leaves the journal open on the floor of the gym to listen for answers, while he attempts--with much difficulty--to train. With one arm all tied up and stuck in a sling, he's having trouble even getting set up to do so. Case in point: hanging up the punching bag. He's surprisingly strong, so hoisting it up with one arm is a struggle, but he manages. Balancing it enough to actually hang it, however? Not so much.]

Almost... [annnnd, here comes the crash] --Aah!


((ooc: so super open! For journal, or for showing up at any point in his attempt to train))

A Moment for Your Thoughts....

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

I know this must seem a rather morbid topic, but....

I was wondering what everyone's thoughts here were considering the after life, or perhaps what your religion speaks on it if you do not have an opinion. I would appreciate your indulgence in this. 

[Gently he leaned back in the chair he had taken near one of the windows of the library, looking out at the still snow clad landscape. Agni sat curled up on his feet, looking up sadly at his owner as Ashura continued to gaze, oddly somber for the usually cheerful king.]

[ooc: Open over the journals or in person! Go for it]

♬ the pianoman's twenty-fourth song ♬

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[hey, someone has been really quiet since Christmas! He has hardly even ventured to the music room to play the piano! Odd.]

[But sometime before going into work at Caritas, he's in his room. A new framed photo of himself and his son sits on his nightstand. It was his Christmas gift from the castle. He looks at it for a long time before sighing and opening his journal]

Call me crazy, but I actually miss my day job.

Insert your best lawyer jokes here.

And before you suggest I start a firm or find some form of work here, let's keep in mind that no one wants a lawyer who can't actually argue his point.

Seventy Fifth Song

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

( Ukitake )

[And have a green demon wandering the halls. He rarely spends a lot of time in the castle, but there are people he cares about who are distinctly missing and he's looking around to see where they could be]

Hoo boy, has the castle turned into Bird World while were not looking? All I'm hearing are tweets and coos and ca-caws over the journals here. Look around, folks, see if you can find those little cups of seed they give you to walk around with. I mean serious...

[Oh, well there's the answer to one of his missing people]

( Fang Gang )

1st Case - The Traveler in the Trunk

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

[It was the scrape of wood against the raw burns on his neck that woke him, jerking him back to consciousness.

And darkness.

Even when his eyes open, there's nothing to see. Only the press of stale air that tells him he's most definitely trapped.

He doesn't shout. His mind is already putting together the pieces (getting ready one minute, only to find himself in a small, stifling place with a burn on his neck and no memory of how he got there) and it all added up to the Gravedigger. So there was no shouting. He'd need all the air he had left.

Fumbling fingers activated the light on his watch, filling the space with blue light, and he twisted as best he could to try and get a look. Wood. Finished. With barely enough space for him to get leverage for a good kick.

He could see the latch, though. A bit of gleaming metal reflecting in the darkness and it was there he focused, aiming heavy blows at the weakest point until the lid shook, creaked.. and settled back into place]

[outside the trunk, the open journal picks up the sounds of banging -erratic thuds that continue with growing intensity- until there's a muffled groan and a loud crack as the latch snaps, finally releasing the FBI agent into.... what seems to be a fancy hotel room.

A glance back tells him that he was in a trunk. An old fashioned, wooden trunk.

Fingers reaching up to touch the tender spot on his neck, he looks around suspiciously, muttering to himself]

This isn't right

[No way the Gravedigger would make it this easy]

[He doesn't have his gun...but he can't let that stop him. So, moving cautiously, he'll start to examine the room and, eventually, the hallway.]

[ooc: Tl;dr, there is an upset, tuxedoed FBI agent wandering around your castle. Catch him over the journal or stumble across him in the hallway. He won't shoot (this time)]

five ✩

[advocacies.livejournal.com]

[ the journal will conveniently pop open as karen re-enters her room and just as she shuts the door, she makes a gagging noise at the horrid smell in her room. ]

Oh -- [ a loud groan and she stomps across her room. though no one can see it, she's throwing her hands in the air. ]

That's disgusting. You have that for a reason!

[ some silence... followed by a meow. ]

God, it stinks. I can't even leave you alone for ten minutes sometimes. [ karen sighs and shuffles over to her bathroom to get some cleaning products. as she walks past her small table, she notes the journal lying open.

sarcastically: ]

I don't suppose we have a cat whisperer in the castle.

≫ fifteen。

[skort]

( Lois )

( Tim Drake, Red Robin version )

[ Kara smiles as she finishes dictating her filters and leans back in her chair. She's currently lounged in a secluded corner of the lobby, dressed quite a bit differently than normal. For one thing, she's actually wearing glasses. That combined with the fact that the ensemble she's wearing and the fact that her hair's up in a tight bun makes her look like a really dorky librarian.

... A really, really dorky librarian who pairs pinstripes and argyle. It looks ridiculous, but it's also something that Kara would never do. She can't say for sure if it's a Linda Lang thing, (probably not) but the whole point of this exercise is to see how many people do a double take or just don't recognize her. So she can put up with looking mismatched for a day. ]

014 years late

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[muttering to himself as he's throwing ingredients into a bowl]

Right. A little of this. a little of that. A LOT of chocolate syrup and a DASH of cayenne pepper... [looks down at his glorious creation with a HUGE grin] There! Now to just... just... hmmm.... what's it missing? [spins around a few times, looking around the kitchen] what's it missing... what's it missing...

I've got it! A trip through the microwave should do it just perfectly. Now then if I could just... [Throws the bowl into the microwave and starts pushing buttons. It looks completely random, but there's a method to his madness... sort of] There! Reprogrammed to cook this concoction to perfection!

[presses start and the microwave starts making the most hideous noise a microwave could possibly make. He gets a panicked look on his face and reaches into his pocket, looking for his sonic screwdriver... before realizing that Yuki still has it.]

Bugger.

[the microwave beeps once before KABOOM]

((ooc: Yes, kids, Eleven has blown up the microwave. Open as open can be!))