(no subject)

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Who: Zelman Clock, Legato Bluesummers, & Asuka Langley Soryu.
What: domestic violence Zelman throws a hissy fit business as usual. :|a
When: A few days ago when Zelman stopped being all kitten-like.
Where: In the mansion.
Rating: PG-13 to R? These guys are creepy.

( I can't decide whether you should live or die... )

batgirl and ooroo in... their usual antics.

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( room filter/backdated to thursday night... or wednesday... )

fourteenth labyrinth

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

( friends of Ashura )

[A pause while he thinks this over, then he hastily adds...]

( Cupid )

....

So what, pray tell, is the next godforsaken holiday on the castle's calender. I feel I should be keeping on my toes...

[Which he is, in this case literally, as he reaches up for some tea on a high shelf in the kitchen. Making tea is a harder than normal process when injured. He places the tea on the counter and runs a hand through his slightly curly red hair, which is loose and wild about his shoulders, since tying it back requires more than one hand. Now, where was that tea kettle?]

((Open as open can be. Come ambush the wizard in the kitchen))

∂ sixteenth found object

[aint-quiteright.livejournal.com]

Is anyone interested in a date with Ares? He purchased time with me during that auction and I am sure that since he hasn't claimed it within ninety days, that I should be able to resell that time.

It's in the fine print.

© OOΙΙΙΙ. psychopaths hate confusing journal history

[crazyscreamer.livejournal.com]

[there's some scoffing sounds]

Who is this Cassie and why would she make me watch something called Xema?

15

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

( Games Room )

※ thirty two

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[Now that things have settled down, Elektra has returned to her incredibly exciting life of training and working at a candy shop.  The second one she's attending to at the moment. If you happen to be in the Candy Bonsai right now you'll see Elektra throughly cleaning and then re-stocking the shelves. She seems completely absorbed in her task despite how simple it is. Elektra had always liked order. When everything was perfectly clean and evenly stocked back on the shelf, it gave her a sense of control. Considering how useless she was at helping out a friend who dug her out of a hole in the ground once, a renewed sense of control was exactly what she needed. Of course since she is this absorbed she doesn't seem to notice her bag has gotten knocked over, allowing the journal to record the sounds of her cleaning, stocking, and mumbling to herself.]

This is almost too easy without him here to mess it up. [By him, she means Abel. The child version of him isn't a huge pest like the older one in her mind.]


[ooc; Open for action at Candy Bonsai or over the journals.]

8th rhyme without reason// Open

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Dictated now]


( TWEWY Cast )

[Her voice is quiet, and it's near a whisper.]
Um....

I know I'm a stranger to a lot of you and all, but does anyone want to make some chocolate chip cookies with me? I feel like giving everyone something, since everyone seems a bit down lately. [She didn't know what was going on with the Isis thing, but she feels bad for everyone who is grieving and wants to help out.]

[008] Little Brothers and Belated Sympathies

[derpish.livejournal.com]

( Abel )

( Seth )

[Reading about the recent events with Isis had stirred some serious thoughts, some questions he had never quite been able to answer himself.]

What do you consider an acceptable price for freedom? [A slight pause.] Was the future you got, the one you wanted?

(no subject)

[murderous.livejournal.com]

( Harmony )

50 -- New Year

[so-catless.livejournal.com]

[with all the craziness and violence lately, she'd completely let the day slip by. It isn't until she realized that she hadn't crossed the days off in her calendar for a couple weeks, that she remembered-- seeing a certain day in January that she'd circled in bright red. The Anniversary!

So, she immediately sits down and begins to jot down notes, tossing around a few ideas. Finally, she pulls the journal over and writes a note in her usual neat script]

It is a little late, and there is a lot going on right now, but there will be an event for the anniversary of the Fairyland Animal Center sometime soon. I hope it will do the residents and animals some good. Looking for:

-- Owners who are interested in entering their pet/pokemon in a talent show
-- Animal residents who are interesting in enterting themselves in a talent show
-- Judges for a pet/pokemon/animal-resident talent show
-- Anyone who would like to donate things to put into prize baskets

Thank you,
-Sakaki

Rebel 04

[drivesaniisan.livejournal.com]

( Private )

?52

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

( [Patients] )

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Doctor Lance Sweets. I have a Masters in Abnormal Psychology from Temple University, and a Doctorate in Clinical Psychology and Behavioral Analysis. I'm a psychologist. I understand that it's not a profession that a lot of people in the castle have a lot of faith in, but I think it's an important one.

I'm not looking to call you crazy, convince you that it's all your mother's fault, or medicate you. Really, as far as my capacity here in the castle is concerned, I'm just here to listen. Sometimes, that's all you really need. Especially after events like the ones that transpired recently.

[a beat]

I have an office in town, but I'm also contactable through the journal. If you ever want to talk to someone, please, don't hesitate to ask. Everything will be kept confidential.

015. Boogie With Stu

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Dressed in a karate gi (replete with red belt), Brock is in the gym, leaning against a wall and waiting. And also smoking, because Paradisa was great in the way that there seemed to be a complete lack of "No Smoking" signs, and clearly the gym was an excellent place to do this.

He's waiting for a certain student of his to show up, and sort of idly glancing at his watch, wondering when he should just give up and leave.

Well.

Five more minutes. Sure.

He needed to finish his cigarette, anyway.]

second sunrise;

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

[Slightly backdated to around early evening; 'roundabout five. Quorra's found the library and deemed it the best thing ever. After looting it for about two hours, she carried several stacks of books out to the courtyard and built a literature fortress on one of the benches.

The titles that surround her cover a broad range of topics, including various volumes of world history, philosophy (particularly Eastern religious texts, i.e. the Buddhacarita; books on the Four Noble Truths & the Eightfold Path; a copy of the I-Ching; books on existentalism; stoicism; etc.

Roughly a third of her collection is comprised of old adventure novels, including every book or other work Jules Verne has ever produced. She's sitting with a copy of The Mysterious Island open in her lap, reading it an incredible pace, turning a page every few seconds. After a while, she seems to notice the journal pressed up snugly against her side.]

This is truly a wondrous place. I've never seen so many books before. Is it really all right to just take them? [a pause.] I hope so, because I'm not nearly ready to give any of these back.

The sun coming up was even better than I had imagined, by the way, and my eyes only hurt for a little while afterward.

[she returns to her reading, but surely someone wishes to come across this peculiar sight!]

14 - dictated;

[bigbad]

[Spike is feeling a little broody and a little drunk. Between Isis and his rather depressing chat with Anya, he's not his usual perky self. When he speaks, his voice slurs a little.]

You know, I'm pretty sure this isn't supposed to be a Hell dimension. But if I were to come up with a personal Hell, this'd be pretty bloody close.

[There's a pause, enough time to take a drag on a cigarette, then exhale.]

There's the timeline thing. Coming from after people, or before, knowing what happens next, knowing what things are like in the future, and having them not be like that. Knowing--

[How people die. But he can't quite bring themselves to say it.]

That's bad enough. They didn't have to add the sodding losses on top of it. They don't have to torture us, make us do things we wouldn't otherwise do, make us forget... whatever it is we forget.

[Another pause.]

It's just bloody overkill's all I'm saying. Either one'd be enough.

★ oo5th bowl of ramen

[foxwhiskers.livejournal.com]

[After training a bit like usual earlier this morning, Sasuke was finally heading back to his room. The sound of the door slowly opening can be heard as he enters, only to find he has a visitor apparently waiting for him.] ...Naruto. In case you forgot, this isn't your room.

[Just like he promised, he wouldn't give up. So, here he is inside his room, just waiting for the stubborn bastard to show up. At the sound of the door being opened and his name, he doesn't prop up from where he's currently laying - his bed.]

Yeah, this is your room. [Some creaking as he shifts.] We need to talk.

I told you already that I'm not interested.

I'll make you interested. [Sound of creaking again as he sits up.]

[Sasuke merely scoffs in response. He's definitely not taking Naruto seriously at all here] ...No. Now just get out, already.

[+1 unamused blond.] No. I'm staying. Not until you freaking cooperate, bastard.

I have no reason to.

You were supposed to be important to me, dammit! [Okay, he had enough of your hissy fit, Sasuke. He'll just be grabbing you by the collar and shoving you on the bed!]

[Well that takes him by surprise but regardless of that, his immediate reaction is to try and push Naruto away] Idiot. As if saying that is going to make me change my mind.

[It's supposed to! But Naruto doesn't voice that out.] Then, what's gonna change your mind, huh? Do you want you and I to have s-- [And the feed cuts.]

( OOC )

[[accio journal #2]]

[imthechosenone.livejournal.com]

[harry is outside practicing a few spells. he flicks his wand and the stool turns into a rabbit and starts hopping away before it turns into a stool again. it's hard to determine from just watching if harry actually meant for it to keep switching back like that. the thing is he just can't remember if it was a stool first or a rabbit because he's been at it for a while now. it doesn't really matter. he'll figure it out in time. or maybe you will.]

#053

[advisortype.livejournal.com]

( Filtered to Yukiko, Souji, and Eunice )

05 - Oh Sh--! (Loss started!)

[apocashrriipp.livejournal.com]

[Good Morning Paradisa! It's 6.30am and someone is screaming.. The journal is open, but not that it matters so much; it's likely that most of the 7th floor will hear it. But it isn't so much scared screaming as it is...furious. But hey, who can tell the difference these days?

Paige Guthrie's room is in disarray. But that isn't exactly unusual. In the bathroom there is a towel, dropped near the tub, next to a set of discarded PJ's, shredded beyond recognition, along with a fat pile of dry, shed, human skin, sitting in a puddle of water large enough to suggest a leak.

The carpet in the bedroom is pretty wet, too.

And actually, so is the bedspread.

And the desk.

Something crashes against the door to her room from the inside, like the sound of a wave hitting a wall. There is another furious cry. Water bursts through the keyhole, and sprays through the fine gaps all around the door, hitting the opposite side of the hall before sliding down toward the floor.]

WHAT THE HELL!?

[More profanity follows. Is this because she keeps shedding everywhere? Is it because she demands new clothes every single day and shreds them as soon as she's done? She has no idea. As the journal records her tirade, something thrusts through the page in her journal, sending a blast of water through the paper, washing away the language and throwing open the covers of other people's journals with the force of the water spray.

On the other side--on your side, when the burst of water has soaked its immediate surroundings, it becomes quickly evident that it isn't a fountain of water at all, but an arm.

Paige's arm.

It is completely transparent, and made up of what looks like constantly running water. It is slim, but frantic, groping at whatever it comes into contact with first, drenching what it touches.

Better hope it's not in your pocket.]

(OOC: Okay chaps! You can read more about this loss here. Until loss end--up to a week--there will be puddles of water randomly appearing all over the castle. Size is up to you, but they are the result of Paige either standing in one place for too long, or trying for the millionth time to shed her water form. Obviously, you are not by any means required to notice this XD, or her attempt at groping/robbing you inadvertently via the journal. Use of 'you' is just to generalise.

Oh, and this is soooooo very open. It is completely up to you what she comes into contact with.)