(no subject)

[scouring.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Bruce Wayne )

[Filtered to anyone who has come in contact with Isis and wouldn't try to help her]

Telepathy, telekinesis and super strength? Does anyone know what the full extent of her powers are exactly? At the very least, what else she's capable of.

Log 004 // Resting

[azure-guardian.livejournal.com]

 
( Zelkova )

[That filter done, Kite can be found chilling in his creepy-ass coffin randomly around the places that Isis hasn't destroyed, after his fight with said goddess. He'll disappear if you find him, but the AI's journal will be around if you really do want to speak with him.]

αλφα | Arrival

[demonologist]

[Wesley isn't amused. Then again, getting a smile out of him which isn't either coldly sardonic, or laced with bitterness, is a bit of a tall order these days.

He looks around himself, attempting to get a bead on his surroundings. To make sense of what's just happened to him. The first thing which comes to mind is involuntary relocation via a mystical portal. Has he been cursed? But to what end? And by whom? Lilah certainly has a vicious sense of humour but this would be a sick joke, even for her.

The last thing Wes remembers is unrolling the ancient manuscript his team had managed to retrieve from the Shivatz demon they'd tracked down and terminated. He looks down at the book which he now carries in his hands instead. It appears to be a plain hard-cover journal.

Opening it, he flips through the pages and frowns, not recognising the handwriting nor the entries contained within. Another mystery. He's being presented with more questions than answers, it would seem.]

So, which hell dimension do I have the dubious fortune of being sucked into? [He muses quietly to himself.] This had better not be Pylea.

Pedwar Deg Pump: a Triangular number, a Kaprekar number and a Harshad number-The joy of Information

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

[Ianto sweeps the store clean and switches the sign to open. He then sets the coffee maker working and sets out some muffins that he had bought from the Candy Bonsai and from the Wildkat. The smells wafting outside. He then opens his journal and starts to write.]

( Private )

The tourist shop is open if anyone would like any advice or a coffee? I know there's a few new people about so if you have any enquiries, feel free.

[Underneath this is drawn a map from a castle to the tourist shop in town]



( Barney )

07

[centiflora-x.livejournal.com]

... It seems like there were a lot of residents that had been turned into cats lately. _{[But from what she could figure out, nobody she knew.]} Does anyone know if there happens to still be anyone that remains a cat?

-- Either way, I must say that with all the stray cat hair I have found lately, I must ask that those that still remain cats, er... w-well, at least attempt to make a conscientious effort to avoid making a mess, anyway.

Entrée de Journal Quarante Six: Erumpent Fluid

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

[Having gotten a little overexcited at being able to order any potion ingredient he could think of, he looked in horror as the erumpent fluid spilled down onto his rug]

Fuck!

[There's a sound of crashing and scraping as a table is moved before the rug is thrown out of the window with a bang! Bits of charred rug are now floating to the ground]

05 ♦ [Open Action]

[benightrayed.livejournal.com]

[Here is an odd sight perhaps, Vanessa Nightray has left the environs of the castle to walk about the town for the very first time. She may have shattered a few things in her room earlier this week.

The young woman is not stopped by bedroom accessories before a shop however. It is the sound of a contented mew! coming from a basket. A basket of black kittens. This may be ironic to a few, but never fear these are normal kittens being bandied as "Free" by the sign above them. Vanessa hesitates, she is disquieted by this place in general but...oh they are just so cute.]

They are free? [She asks the shop keep when she walks out to sweep off her steps. The old woman nods.]

Yes, like the sign says milday. I was not expecting my ol' girl to get in the family way, but you know cats, they do as the please. Take one or all if you like. [She walks back in as Vanessa folds her hands, contemplating.

'Well surely, I could only take one.']

[OOC: Want a kitten? This is as open as a present on Christmas. o/]

(no subject)

[dontpatr0nizeme]

( [York] )

( [Maine] )

jukebox selection D08 - Hold Me Back, AC/DC

[huntersdaughter]

[Being woken up by the cold nose of a dog trying to tell her that something was wrong, wasn't exactly a good thing. Of course, once she was awake, the not-good-thing went to worse. She dressed quickly and went to go track down Sam. He wasn't outside with the dogs, in fact the dogs had still been in the room. He wasn't in the library, the clinic, or the Lux. She even checked his old room, her room, and Dean's old room -- just in case he had taken too much of the pain-meds.

This was not good.]

[Away from the Heart-Stealing Bitch-Goddess Isis & Anyone That Doesn't Want Her Gone]

Sam's missing. This isn't even me being the overprotective girlfriend. This is: I know he's stubborn and a book nerd, and I've checked all his haunts, all morning. It's now close to mid-afternoon and I haven't found hide nor hair of him.

Isis already chucked him through a wall once for lying to her.

[she takes a deep breath - trying to calm down]

Just -- has anyone seen him?

Sixth Spell

[courageous-wit.livejournal.com]

( Private )

☫ 35

[onset.livejournal.com]

[Dictated]

( Private )

( Stephanie Brown )

( Red Robin )

[Filters done, Cassandra exits her room on the fourth floor with the journal under her arm. Some fresh air seems favorable at the moment, so she makes her way down to the lobby and out the front door. Pass her by or join her?]

open :>

[assombris.livejournal.com]

( private )

( carrie )

[ coming out of the kitchen which smells like something burned, kate seems a little distracted by something. no, it's not the half-burnt toast she has in between her mouth. (doesn't it look delicious?) then again, these days in para it's hard not be distracted by goddesses possessing innocent people, two-face still out there and not knowing what on earth your loss is... ;/

feel free to bump into her her in the halls. :> ]


[ ooc: tags might be slow at first. i'm sorry! D: ]

The New Arrival

[eighteensouls.livejournal.com]

Who: Simon, anyone who finds him.
What: Simon Dark finds himself in an unfamiliar place that isn't Gotham...
When: Around 11pm
Where: The grounds and rooftops of Cair Paradisa
Rating: G...ish? Rating will change if the content does.

( Read more... )

attempt number twelve ♓ (action) (backdated to last night)

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

[ Late Thursday night, before anyone's been taken, Claire shows up in the lobby, bleeding all over the floor from knife wounds in her general torso area. They're pretty deep, and there are marks from where the rope was binding her in her arms and her legs.

She lifts her tank top up to the middle of her ribcage in order to get a look at her stomach as the wounds knit together -- slower than they normally would, ty magic Egyptian blade, fuck you Isis, but they're still healing up pretty fast. ]

Ugh, gross. [ She pokes at them a little as they heal, grimacing, then jerks her shirt back down and sits up some. Isis, you bitchhhhhh. Have a cheerleader chilling in the lobby, sitting in an awkwardly large pool of her own blood that's going to be really fun to explain.

Oops. ]

[ooc; If you don't have prior, pretty solid CR with Claire, try to resist having them catch a glimpse of her healing. Those who're getting picked up as sacrifices won't have been taken yet at the time this post takes place. Sorry I made it super late. :( /failure.]

Thirteenth Sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[After her conversation with Harry, Maladict has decided to check out the laundry room because come hell or high water, she was NOT going to let something confuse her. It wasn't the vampire way. Her journal is open on a chair behind her, capturing this.

She's already lifted one up in her hands to look underneath, before turning it around to see the back of it]

Hmm. No imps. How do they manage with out little buggers?

[Those clunking sounds would be her removing pipes, to try and see the innermost workings of the machine. And then that garbling sound would be her getting the water supply and it emptying out over the laundry room floor. Wet journal is wet]

...This isn't going as well as I hoped.

[[ooc: Open or journal, knock yourselves out]]

(no subject)

[demonologist]

Who: Winifred Burkle and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
What: Awkward catching up times.
When: After Wes' intro post. Late evening.
Where: Wes' room.
Rating: Probably G but you never know.

( What do you see when you look at me? )

(no subject)

[protecteurdelac.livejournal.com]

( Halloween )

II. → [action + voice]

[allthelinks.livejournal.com]

I think I've finally gotten use to the layout of this place. It took me awhile but I don't feel quite as lost.

Still, it's kind of overwhelming.

Hey, Mogget. I found fish for you. If you want it, come to the kitchen.

( [ Investigation Team ] )

[[ooc; this is open as well! Souji is in the kitchen making delicious foodstuff. because he's basically a housewife.]]

1: ADMIN SYSTEM ONLINE

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

[It's an odd feeling of distortion that serves as the first sign that something isn't right-- that sparks the sudden realization he's no longer where he was mere moments ago. Or was it moments at all? Cycles could have passed between the last moment of his awareness and the one he's experiencing now and he'd be none the wiser, even he can admit that.

But there's something else. Something that keeps him from opening his eyes to examine his surroundings.

Gloved fingers dig deep into the ground, sensing something far different than the glossy, perpetually polished surfaces that formed the Grid he'd called both home and prison since his creation-- no. This is new. One deep breath, and he feels cold touch his lips, his throat. Slowly, still sprawled out leisurely on the ground of the courtyard, Clu opens his eyes to stare up at a night sky free of coursing lights, filled instead with constellations composed of planets-- not code.

And laughs.]

Free at last. Looks like I won out after all.

-- Do you hear me, Flynn? I WON!!

[He breathes out another throaty chuckle as he lets the echo of his shout fade, finally moving to sit up and allow one arm to dangle over his knee. The electronic circuitry that runs along his armor lighting the space around him in radiant gold and bringing to his attention the journal dropped ungracefully beside him; He traces one of its edges, speaking under his breath.]

But this isn't his world...so where exactly am I?


[There's a glowy program sitting in your courtyard, Paradisa. What do!?]
( imageycut )

18 - A Divine Question - 18

[onemanshort.livejournal.com]

[Dictated into the journals]

I ain't exactly the religious sort. Never gave it much thought, really. But all this destruction and people goin' missin'... I think I liked the god Shepherd Book always talked about more'n I like the ones we got wanderin' around here.

There's no chance we could get 'em to disappear by just... I don't know... not believin' in 'em... is there?

( Friends )

( Serenity Crew )

[after completing the filters, Kaylee's just going to be sitting at the table in the crew's quarters. She's supposedly looking over the armor plans Washington gave her for Christmas, but the way she's fidgeting with the edges is a hint that she's not focusing as much as she's pretending]

[ooc: Open over the journals for everyone or crew quarters for the Serenity cast.]

3rd Case - The Partner in the Sacrifice

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Backdated to this afternoon]

[Like Jo, Booth had noticed Bones wasn't in her room earlier that morning. He'd shrugged it off at first, going to the shooting range for a bit of practice before checking back in. When she was still gone, he checked the library. The lobby. The kitchen. Now, after seeing Jo's post about Sam, he's decided that he's been patient enough]

( Bones )

( Sweets )

( Anyone who is looking to stop Isis/knows someone who's gone missing )

≫ sixteen。

[skort]

( Damian )

( Steph )

( filtered away from isis, first-gens and other baddies )

Alright research team. Give me an update. Tell me we have something to go off of, even if it's vague. If she's taking people for Rao only knows what, this needs to end now, and it can't without a definite way of stopping her.

[ She pauses and sighs. Two of the most important women in her life, gone. Sob. ] Just... give me something. Anything.

While we're at it, sound off for people who know people who are missing. I've got a Sam, a partner of Booth and Lana Lang.

[ Written in later: ]

KNOWN HOSTAGES: Lana Lang, Sam Winchester, Temperance Brennan, Reno

(no subject)

[invokes.livejournal.com]

( lana )

[ filtered away from isis and anyone who would pass this info onto her ]

Has anyone seen Lana? She wasn't at her apartment and isn't responding to any of my filters. I don't know if she's gone back to the castle's library...

[ a beat ]

Who else is missing?