thirty-two shots and he is so lost

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

[since he cannot sit under a random tree and just observe the day away like he usually does, Cross is occupying the lobby with the last bit of a cigarette in his mouth. he is sitting in an armchair, twirling a chrome cigarette lighter in his hand and just staring at it. the look on his face can be summed up as HOW DOES IT WORK]


[ooc; open post is very open! come help him figure out what the lighter does~ OH, and someone with powers is better for the Lost Room item, but if you want general cr hit him up with whomever]

♛ 25

[emit.livejournal.com]

[It's Saturday night, and that means the theater's open! On her way to it, Kallen flips open the journal and dictates.]

Anyone interested in a late night showing of Specterstompers on the big screen? The effects are bound to be retro, and the plot classic. Plus, there's snacks.

Floor seven if people want in.

[With that, the journal shuts, and she arrives at the theater doors. Feel free to catch her outside or in.]

[OOC: Open to all! Seriously, have fun. :3]

(no subject)

[junescutie.livejournal.com]

Hm... [someone is all bundled up and ready for bed, but while she's a little bit sleepy, she's not really ready to go to bed]

Um, I know it's late... but is it okay if I hear a story? I'd like to know about where other people live! So... if anyone isn't busy, or if it isn't too late. [:) /hopeful?]

(no subject)

[setmyalarm.livejournal.com]

( Hanna )

[Everyone's favorite amnesiac dead guy is currently chillin' in the lobby, waiting for his bro. However, you're still free to bother him and/or Hanna!!!]

two sour notes

[pointandshout.livejournal.com]

[It's so late it's early, and Phoenix Wright is looking for something to do.

He's also been drinking his "grape juice" for a while now.]

So....

Anybody around here play poker??

(no subject)

[brokencoffeepot.livejournal.com]

[There is a low, continuous, distorted sounding growling picked up over the journal.

For those actually in the lobby, you might notice a man in a full black, full body suit (complete with a helmet) and pretty orange lights all over it pacing slowly around a journal lying on the floor. ... Or you might now. I don't know what the hell you notice and what you don't.

Either way, fter a moment he'll pick up the journal and start slowly flipping through it for a good minute or so. Before he stops, starts up that weird growling again. Looking away from the journal and taking in the pretty typical sights of the lobby instead.]

♉ 006

[rocketchair.livejournal.com]

[There is a troll in the games room! He is attempting to play a typical fantasy RPG on some console. With a character that looks ... suspiciously like Peter Pupa Pan in armor ... (what? the customization options weren't that great ...)]

oHHHHH, sNAAAAAP,
i JUST, lEVELED UP,
fROM THAT, uHH,
hOOFBEAST, i kILLED,
i HOPE, tHERE'S SOME GOOD LOOT,
hEHE,

[he seems to be enjoying himself! which means you should probably ruin it for him.]

06 ♦ Dictated

[benightrayed.livejournal.com]

[Vanessa is still at her room at an inn in town, but money only holds out for so long, and she does not fervently wish to need to be employed. She may be alone, totally ignorant of what has happened with Isis, and thus a little frightened, but her tone is as composed and mildly haughty as ever.]

I hope things have calmed down a bit. I understand there was some trouble recently.

[As willing as she is to transverse the subject without some security. She lets herself sigh before adding a filter.]

( Filtered to Gilbert Nightray )

❀ Four ❀

[boylolita.livejournal.com]

[For once, you won't find Hunny in the vicinity of the kitchen. Today, he's sitting by the window in his own room, Usa-chan beside him. He's looking a bit more mellow than normal. That's right, Paradisa - you are witnessing a rare Seventeen-Year-Old Moment of Wisdom.

When he speaks, it's directed at his stuffed rabbit. But as his journal is lying open and forgotten on the table behind him, his words are clearly audible to the other residents. As positive as the message is, he still sounds a bit sad.]  

❀ You know, if Haru-chan's right and I really did forget someone, maybe it's not so bad. This way, I don't have to miss them so much, ne?  ❀

[He pauses for a few long moments.]

❀ ... I wonder what Satoshi's brother was like? ❀

dictated ❀ three

[doublehats.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Um... everyone at the outpost, thank you for letting us visit. It was nice to meet everyone! Be careful out there, okay?

( Hanna )

( Tam )

102.0

[encryptedlock]

[York is out in the graveyard today, somewhat predictably given recent circumstances. Three graves have fresh flowers on them today: his own, with a single yellow rose, Sister's, with a yellow-and-blue chrysanthemum arrangement, and Kat's, with pale blue winter roses. He speaks aloud to the grave, though the journal also picks it up.]

Shitty that you had to be dead on your birthday, Noble-Two. Guess we'll have to have a party when you get back. If you feel like it.

[He'll be out sitting among the graves and his journal's open, if anyone feels like bothering him.]

"Two," quothe Alice

[daughterofkane.livejournal.com]

That's very curious! 

But how CAN it have got there without my knowing it?

[ no matter how many times she's managed to misplace her journal in the last few days since her arrival, somehow it doesn't take long for her to stumble across it again- this time on floor of the lobby right where she's about to take her next step.

as convenient as it is, Alice can't help but be a little suspicious.  especially since every time she scribbles out her (former) name on the first page or rips it out entirely, it returns as if she's done nothing at all, which she confirms by picking up the journal and flipping it open.  she's convinced the journal is just trying to mock her, as if by admitting who she was just that once she could no longer escape it.

taking a break from her self-guided tour through the castle, Alice takes a seat on one of the empty couches and starts flipping through the recent entries, looking for anything recent written by a specific angry redhead.  finding nothing. ]

Oh, you foolish Alice!  How can you learn lessons in here? Why, there's hardly room for YOU, and no room at all for any lesson-books!

─ sixth

[impeche.livejournal.com]

( jr. )

[ after hearing that there are pieces of Ada missing, MOMO's spent her day searching for them around the castle. she hasn't had much luck, but does that mean she's giving up? no way! at the moment she's checking the dining hall. there doesn't seem to be a part here, but just to be sure, she lifts up the tablecloth to look underneath.

hmmmmmmmmmmm. if you were a missing part of someone's robot sister, where would you be? ]

One Bottle of Wine

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Who: Crowley and Aziraphale
What: Monthly Drinking Session
When: Friday 28^th January
Rating: PG

( A demon and an angel walked into a bar, stop me if you've heard this one... )

level 4

[unuuu.livejournal.com]

[Written in obviously horrible and hasty handwriting: Gash has something to declare to the guests of Paradisa today.]

Everyone, I've decided I'm going to start training again!

I'll work hard -- day and night! Even if I'm here for a while, I am still determined to go back home, to fight alongside Kiyomaro again so that I may become a kind king!

I believe that this is the best path, isn't it so?

[And then various blocks of text are seen to be scratched out left and right until-]

...Would anyone willing to be train with me? Vulcan, too?

14

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[CLEARLY, someone has not learned their lesson.

When boredom strikes, it strikes hard. Parker, who promised not to do it again, is now clambering through the air ducts at random to see where she will find herself. Because really, telling her not to crawl through tiny spaces is like telling her TO crawl through tiny spaces.

Where will she find herself? Perhaps YOUR room?]

(ooc: OPEN OPEN OPEN. Feel free to hear her coming or continue about unsuspectingly. She'll drop in to say hello. :3)

008;

[nurturing.livejournal.com]

[ with things calming down in town with the lack of kitties everywhere and the castle seeming to chill for a bit, Mama's decided that the town can do without the presence of Alya for a while. Once far enough from town she resumes her leviathan form and takes to the skies--and heads to the now significantly-less-populated lake outpost.

Why? Because it's the biggest body of water for miles man )8 it makes a perfect location for her to touch down in all her Aspect glory, leaning her head down to the water's edge to take several large gulps of water :9 ]


[ ooc; OPEN FOR THOSE REMAINING AT THE OUTPOST? c: and of course....malybro..... damnit liadrin ]

(no subject)

[gunneroffortune.livejournal.com]

Who: Naoto Shirogane
What: Bein' a detective, copying notes and studying files, as usual
When: Night of January 30
Where: Naoto's room, 1111
Rating: G

( Time's a-tickin' away... )

the sixty-ninth;

[variare.livejournal.com]

( Yukiko )

( Room 1215 )

016 | backdated to earlier in the day

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

( Five minutes earlier... )

[Times like these, you hate having to rely on more magical bullshit. The voice over the journal is dictated in a tone that's calmer than it should be, but there's an angry undercurrent that's just waiting to challenge whoever is responsible. Has to be someone.]

If anyone knows CPR, or... anything, I don't care. I need you outside the castle. Someone's dying.


ooc^2: So very open! Journal or in person. Lost Room item related... because it's about time. Some girls have all the luck.

(no subject)

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Who: Karen Starr (Power Girl) and Rory Williams
What: Meeting for coffee and awkwardness
When: Backdated to the day after this
Where: Caritas
Rating: PG-13?

( This is so not going to go well ... )

x12

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

Someone told me the other day that if we believe, if we want them to, people we care about will come here. At least, it was something like that. A lot of you have been here a lot longer than me...is that true? The people I want to see have been here, but then they were gone again.

Sometimes I think I just dreamed them.

I don't know. I guess I'd like to believe it. I don't want to never see them again.

[He's hanging out alone in his room, should anyone want to bother him.]

•• four ••

[flambeaus.livejournal.com]

[ So, what's a pair of good looking super heroes supposed to do in a magical castle that is constantly screwing them over? Get away from the castle, of course! That's exactly what they've done -- Johnny and Jess are costuming it up in City Royale keeping an eye out for any less than savory shenanigans.

All of the sudden, he rolls his eyes and shoots a glance down at her since he's airborne at the moment ]

I'm going to fall asleep up here at this rate. Not that I'm all about crime or anything but could someone at least, I don't know, pretend to do something suspicious?

[ it's right about that time that something catches his eye -- it looked like someone was being cornered from his vantage point. and this someone was a girl. AW YEAH. yep. this is what he's been reduced to here. getting giddy about a freaking mugging. ]

.. Show time.

(no subject)

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[There's some rhythmic recorded thumps over the journals as Deadpool plays catch with himself by bounces a ball off a wall SOMEWHERE in the castle]

You know what this castle needs? Sports teams. There's enough people here we could make our own NFL! Or whatever other sports you weirdos play. Powers on, minimal rules, but with no death! Because I know how touch people are about that. I think I'm just bored. Not enough around here for me to do lately, murdering wannabe god avoidance aside of course.

Who's with me?


((Open anywhere because I haven't had an open post for Deadpool in a while!!!))