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[newgothamoracle.livejournal.com]

( Bruce )

[wry mutter over the faint rustle of turning pages] Cross-referencing is easier with computers.

(no subject)

[recordhistory.livejournal.com]

[Lavi hasn't been to the castle library in several days. The city library hasn't seen any recent visits from him, either. Suddenly finding himself unable to read or write anything, even the shortest sentence on a journal page, at least without seeing nonsensical scribbling or doing it himself, put any plans there on hold - for just a couple more days at the most, he's hoping. And here's hoping nothing important was just written down and not dictated in the journals.

But he's been making some trips to the castle and the latest craziness, first cats everywhere and now one scarily devoted and single-minded goddess, was hard to miss.

How to keep up with any news without dictating filters or resorting to asking for things to be read out to him?

Right now, he's just hovering around the castle with his journal open, turning pages.]


[OOC: Mini-loss while I try to work on finally getting over this RP slowness I've been stuck in this month. >>; Sorry for the late tagging.]

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[letsbe_clear]

( [Fang Gang/Scoobies/Friends] )

[Filtered from Isis, her allies -- you know the drill]

[there's a sigh, before she taps her pen against the side of the journal from her seat in the Lux]

So great. More terror and mayhem. Just what this place needs.

[a beat]

Is there anything I can do? I'm not the greatest in a fight, but I'm able-bodied. I'm good with books too -- relatively speaking.


[If you think you're on Cordy's friends filter, you probably are. And open part is open.]

(no subject)

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

Filtered to Washington

You're late. You're never late. Where are you?

/Filter



[And then not much later, after some nervous flipping through the journal while he ineffectually waited, and too panicked to filter,]

York? York?? Is Washington with you? Do you know where he is? He was supposed to be here but he's not and there are people missing and are my AI okay?





I'm in my room I promise I won't leave. [HAS TO BE GOOD OR WASH MIGHT KILL HIS HEADBUDDIES]

→four← just the radio, darling

[oathprotector.livejournal.com]

( [Private/Written] )

I wonder how much longer it'll be cold.

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[psychomance.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Tap. Tap. Tap. Hear that, castle? It sounds like someone tapping a pen close to the journal. And it's picking it all up!

... Don't worry though, after a bit it stops, before Neku writes down--]

What's the longest time someone's been gone? Anyone know?

Second Login - [Filtered to AI's, computer nerds, and anyone tech-savvy]

[master-zelkova.livejournal.com]

Hello there. My name is Zelkova. Some of you may know me, but most of you will not. I've only been here for a few weeks, but I wish to speak to those in the castle who may have knowledge of computer systems, Artificial Intelligence, and information technology in general.

I have an idea I wish to discuss, if it is possible.

♣ ???] the cheesy show from the 70s job (47th)

[verydistinctive.livejournal.com]

( Team: Leverage )

( Team: Midnight Game )

[Away from Isis and the usual (Plus, Away from Jo Harvelle)]

I finally got Jo to go rest, but I'd like to try and filter what information she gets from now on. [the last thing he needs is her running off to try and save her moronic boyfriend from a Goddess that'll break her in two]

She's more than stressed at this point, and given the circumstances, anything she hears is going to be better coming from someone who can take a hit as hard as she throws them.

I've closed the Lux down for the time being. Given the circumstances - more than half my staff is involved in this and I'm more concerned with those that are missing and how we're gonna handle whatever happens.

[Eliot is not thinking that it's going to be good. You don't go into these situations blindly and you don't go in assuming you're going to win. If anyone needs him -- he'll be physically located in Sam Winchester's room, taking care of Jo and all three of the dogs. Otherwise - over the journal is good.]

⊕ .008 caliber

[neverplays]

( Damian )

003

[powerlusts.livejournal.com]

[Sasuke carelessly drops his journal on the ground as goes to pick up his sword he'd propped up against a tree nearby. Now he's trying to take a different approach to his training, which he's been doing for the last few hours by now.

He's just standing there, looking like he's concentrating on something for a few moments before the slightest movement is seen. He has his sword in one hand, while with his other there's suddenly a flash of lightening from his Chidori that sparks in the palm of his hand only to come to a stop because but not a second later Sasuke's sword just completely slips out of his grasp and clatters to the ground.

He looks more than irritated at the outcome of this, because it's been the same with any other weapon he's tried training with]

...Again? Still no improvements even after this long-- [The scowl is still evident on his face, but he still reaches to pick up his sword once more]

There has to be some way around this.

[ooc; action or over the journal, either is good with me!]

101.0

[encryptedlock]

( Washington )

[some time later...]

( Noble-Two )

[And some time after that.]

All right, that's Sister, Washington, and Noble-Two missing. Whoever's responsible for this, you better hope I find them unharmed or I swear to God you are going to regret this.

(no subject)

[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[With all this madness going on in the castle, and people getting stolen, and some business about a heart, Conrad's glad he stays out of these kind of messes.

It's just not worth his time.

As it is he's down in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee. Next to him is a little styrofoam ice chest with the lid on. Of course if someone were to open it they'd see a bag of blood, but that's not really important at the moment. That'll come later when he sees if he can mix it with the coffee to make something actually palatable for himself. I mean, hey... it's worked with fresh blood.

So feel free to bug him, steal his chest, steal some coffee, or just come into the kitchen and stare moodily around yourself while secretly feeling a deep sense of anguish Conrad won't really be able to understand (but he'll certainly be willing to back away from you slowly and make funny faces at you for expressing.)]

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[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

( Private )

25

[sworn]

( Sylvanas )

Dave: Fuck up semi-royally. Attempt and fail to save face.

[hardonic.livejournal.com]

[The journal flops open to the sound of two boys having a very intellectual argument. About video games.]

i dont even fucking care man how is being a bunch of yarn in a fucking pedo book supposed to be awesome

that's not what it is.
...
okay, it's kind of what it is, but it's a lot cooler than that.

oh god you cant even derive a fucking theme from the thing
and its like
a fucking book
like a story within a story
and its still got about as much depth as a rank kiddy pool month three into the zombie apocalypse: summer edition

whatever, dude.
it's still an awesome game.
how many games can you kill things despite being nothing more than bits of string?
that's pretty badass if you ask me.

the sad part is that youre not even trying to be ironic about it
its like youre trying to be something completely sick like the head of the riders of the fucking apocalypse or something
and you turn around to your peeps and youre all
"hey yall lets go garrote someone with some overstock from michaels"
seriously how fucking sad is that

hahaha!!!
oh god dave, oh god! my sides!
did you seriously just say "yall"????

..........................................................
no

⚔ Third strike

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[After spotting Arthas in town--and being able to do exactly nothing about it--Thassarian needs a moment to clear his head. He heads away, into a wooded area, not too far from town but just enough to be in the green. He can almost convince himself he is back home, here, with the moonlight shining through the trees.

He sits down on a smooth rock and looks at the sky. He knows the calm won't last long, but for now the darkness and the pale moon are almost a comfort.]

[ooc: Come bother him if you're in the woods today. Tagging might be a bit slow but it's happening.]

first sunrise;

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

[Those passing by the fountain may notice a pale-skinned, dark-haired young woman in a distressingly tight bodysuit perched atop it, peering up excitedly at the sky, clutching her open journal in one hand. The lines on her outfit evoke circuitry, and they glow a soft blue-white, as does the large disc attached to her back. When she speaks into the pages, her voice is cheerful, albeit slightly bemused; still, she sounds more fascinated than frightened by her circumstances.]

I've read a lot of books, but never one that talks to you. Or one that you can talk into, too. Are you all Users? Is this your world? It's not Flynn's world, that's for sure, but it feels pretty real all the same.

I hope the sun comes up soon. I know you're not supposed to look up at it too closely, and I'll try, but it's hard not to look at something you've never seen before.

[ooc: /BECKONS over the journal or in person :D]

#052

[advisortype.livejournal.com]

You know what? Fighting goddesses seemed a lot less horrible back when I had a god living inside my head. Man, those were the days. All you folks trying to take her on... good luck, guys.

( Room 1011 Filter )