→five← Maximum Overdrive

[oathprotector.livejournal.com]

[Well, it isn't a Keyblade, but it works.]

[Riku is just coming in the front doors, new blade in hand. He's out of breath and a little sweaty-- someone's been training. Coming in, he takes out his journal and flips it open.]

It feels strange to train so hard in the cold.

Need a shower.

[And he starts making his way alll the way up to his room, checking through other entries as he goes.]

((OOC: Not an exact reference for the weapon, but it's that shape.))

➹.10

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[In the days following her complete failure of an assault on Arthas, Alleria has been avoiding ... well, everybody, pretty much. Call it embarrassment or an unwillingness to be confronted about her failure. Whatever the case, she's been even more reluctant to converse with people than she had been even in the past month, and has been pretty much holed up in her room the entire time.

She still reads the journal, of course, and eventually her curiosity and concern get the better of her, and she breaks her self-imposed silence, albeit in a very selective manner.]

( Thassarian. )

Sei

[dubtalia.livejournal.com]

[If one enters the lobby as of now, they will see white flags. How many white flags there are? Ten? Twenty? It's actually still counting as the person in the middle continues to make them. He keeps tying a white cloth to the stick and starts another one. Italy smiles happily as he does. He looks up at whoever the person might be.]

Ciao there! You don't have to worry about this! Anyone who doesn't want to fight can have these on the house!

[Italy cheers and waves one of his own special flags in the air in celebration. Care to make him stop doing all this before he makes himself look really bad? Scold him? Give him an earful? Anything to stop this coward by all means? Go right ahead!]

((OOC: It's open! Doesn't matter how many people have scold him or if they said the same thing already, it's all the same from stopping these mass production of white flags!))

016. The Ocean

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock is outside, just tromping through the snow like a big angry guy, because that is what he is. He is also smoking a cigarette, because that is what he does, his journal open in one hand.

After skimming through a ... lot of recent entries of people acting all pissed off for no reason, he dictates into the book, ashing his cigarette into the snow before he speaks.]

So, like ... is everybody on the rag or something? What's the deal, seriously? None of you are usually real happy campers, but we're gonna get riots if everybody keeps being a dick.

[ooc. open over the journal or in person! brock is non-eris'd, btw, he is just naturally a jerk. ALSO I'M AT WORK, SO TAGS WILL BE SLOW ...]

fifteenth labyrinth

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

[This is posted in the journal first, followed by some dictation]

Hello again, Paradisa. If you use or are knowledgeable about any form of magic, I hope to see you there, as well as anyone who or may be interested in working with us in our research efforts. However, anyone is of course welcome to come.

On that subject, I would be grateful for anyone who might be able to lend their services in making or serving drinks, as well as any musicians who might be interested in playing for a small room. Though I am looking for something a little more...low-key...than that has been gracing the journals and lobby recently.
 

( Tony Stark )

Third Login - Your account has been suspended due to suspected illegal activities

[master-zelkova.livejournal.com]

[So, Zelkova has discovered his CastleNet terminal, and is derping around, trying out the silly games, and testing the limits of his loss. He can't remember how to utilize any of his hacking utilities, but he's as adept as ever at programming, so he drops a new game onto the network as a test. It isn't much, but he's not used to using the network from the outside, either. His journal is open next to him, picking up the slow clicky-clacky of his typing.]


( Filtered to Barbara Gordon )

46 and two are just ahead of me

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

( Lance Sweets )

( Lois )

( Doctor (Visible to all three) )

[a few days away to paint, letting herself settle in to work with the oils and turps and colors, has really helped to restore Jilly's equilibrium. The six deaths still hurt...but there's more acceptance there, as well as determination to see that it doesn't happen again. Which is what makes the random bouts of anger a little concerning. After everything with Isis, she's not exactly surprised. That was a lot of deaths even in this place, where they knew it wasn't permanent. But the last thing they needed was more violence, so soon after what had happened. Or, maybe it would just be better if it was focused in the right direction...instead of at each other.]

I got here just a little too late to see...but last year the residents tore this place to the ground. It rebuilt itself...but it also brought in a huge swarm of us right after. Does that count as a win?

With all the research that's been done and all the things that have been tried, it can't be the only "response" the castle's had to residents. Maybe we don't enough to fight it...but if we could figure out what kinds of things get an answer, maybe there'd be some kind of link we could use. Some way to actually talk to it. [or, if that didn't work, fight it]

[And, filters done, Jilly will settle down in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, idly doodling on the pages of her journal as she flips through, reading entries and waiting for responses]

[ooc: seriously, html....stop being evil. Hopefully fail-free, now]

Second Negotiations

[succubitch]

[Lilah had headed to the library first thing when she woke up this morning, hoping to find some kind of answer to why she was acting so strange. Okay, so from she could tell from the journals, a lot of people were acting strange, but mostly, she's concerned with herself. Sure, she lies a lot in general, but this is getting ridiculous.

Which is why she is sitting at one of the tables, currently pouring over a few books to see if she could find any hints to what is going on. It's what she would have done back at Wolfram and Hart: research until she found some answers.

So far though, she isn't having any luck.]


[ooc:Lilah is still being effected by Eris in the form of extreme dishonesty and compulsive lying, feel free to run into her!]

One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

Who: Dick and Roy.
What: Last call.
Where: Some bar.
When: After Dick's back.


( You don't have to go home/ but you can't stay here )

thirty-three stitches

[endthem.livejournal.com]

One year...

[his personal calendar had rolled over several days ago, and ever since then... well, he can't remember sleeping. His mind won't rest. Roiling over the same things over and over again, the repetitive thoughts scraping raw grooves in his mind] ...One year.

[he's speaking past the journal, not to it. Maybe addressing the wall, or whatever's beyond his window, sounding edgy. Disjointed.]

--And so little to show for it.  No progress, surely. [a scoff] Only scars, and a place to hang my coat.

[there's odd silence for a few minutes, while he works his hand in and out of a fist, feeling the tightness of the long-healed burn damage. When he speaks again, it is to the journal, and the people listening beyond it]

...It is akin to rotting, you know-- being given time beyond your death. It doesn't change your fate; it only keeps you from it, while you slowly fall apart.

[and then, before he finishes his thought out loud, his voice lowers to a soft snarl] ...Disgusting.

[he can't stand it any longer. Pushing himself to his feet, he goes a-walking...]

((ooc: so, Eris has the perfect timing, and hit him with crazy on his paradisaversary. Sooo... Legato is a little more batty than usual! Hit him up over the journal, or run into him in the mansion/town/castle if you really want to, while he goes wandering doing... whatever the hell it is that he's up to))

4 lasers fired

[butdaaaaad.livejournal.com]

[Between everyone being in bad moods, no one knowing the movies she keeps talking about... and just plain boredom... Gos has decided to treat the castle residents to something AWESOME.

She's set up a movie marathon in the lobby.

There's a movie screen covering one wall and all day today she'll be screening Mutant Zombie Rednecks From Venus Vs The Evil Space Octopus Droids parts 1-13.

She's set herself up on one of the couches opposite the screen with a MASSIVE bowl of popcorn and is stuffing her face while watching the carnage unfold.]

((OOC: Open as open can beeee! Also, feel free to hear various cheezy sound effects and comment over the journal))

the seventieth;

[variare.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( MOMO )

( 1112 Filter )

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

[Flipping through the pages, back and forth, reading. Looking at all of these entries, people complaining or waxing poetic about their own selves, bragging or putting down others... it all makes her sick. People being bored, complaining about being bored, acting like being bored is as bad as it gets... it just makes her SICK.

And there's so much of it. Everyone seems to have some shortsighted, ignorant, stupid thing to say about the castle, and it's irritating - it's really irritating. It's so irritating, that eventually... she just HAS to say something. She literally can't stop herself.]

I can't believe how ignorant some people are. I can't believe how selfish some people are, or how unappreciative they are.

You know what? All of you, everyone who wants to go home? Everyone who acts like this is the worst place in the world? You are so wrong. This place doesn't even scratch the surface of how bad things can get. At least nice things happen here sometimes. At least good things take place too.

But oh no! Everyone's more occupied with being oh so bored, wanting to go hoooome, and nobody gets that home can be just as shitty as this place can be, without even making up for it with good stuff! You think your friends can leave you here and that's so awful? Well, the same thing happens in every normal world! People leave, or you don't see them anymore, or they disappear or just die, and bam, you never see them again! People get attacked and hurt and no one is around to stand up against it, everyone just lets it happen! You think your worlds don't have problems? You think Paradisa's problems are really worse? Get real. Paradisa is the best it'll ever get.

And if you really have a world that you want to go back to, with no doubts, then you're spoiled and lucky.

[Eris!]

So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

Who: Roy Harper and a few.
What: Last goodbyes.
Where: Just specify where you want to catch him: Paradisa castle, the northern outpost, or on the road.
When: Mid-January.


( I hope you have found a friend )

⇒ 045

[fastest.livejournal.com]

[ someone is still not all there after the incident at the clinic. is he ever? this is actually rather common in the aftermath of his fits. random catatonia and loopy behavior, not to mention staying in his pajamas all day.

he's been sitting in the lounge on the first floor of the mansion for a good part of the day staring at absolutely nothing before finally leaning forward. showing some signs of life! it's a start, really. but he's just going to be staring at his open journal, not absorbing the words at all.

it's sad that he can't just wish up what he wants right now, because he could go for some crayons. so instead he just draws against the page with his fingertip. and what do you know, that actually offers something, since he broke a vase earlier and cut his hand.

yeah that is some blood, and it looks like he's trying to draw...two stick figures with crowns and poofy dresses. one of them looks like it might be holding a head, but whoever sees this only has a few moments to decipher it because it's suddenly getting smeared a moment later when he drags his fingers over it and murmurs ]

Finish the story.


[ ooc; Open to anybody. To those at the mansion, feel free to bump into him. THIS IS PRETTY MUCH THE PERFECT TIME TO PICK ON HIM since he's too high messed up to defend himself. And yais his horns are visible. ]

022;

[imnotjenkins.livejournal.com]

[ WELL...that raid didn't go exactly as planned but frankly Leroy's just sort of amazed no one actually, you know, died. Even if technically some of the people already...were.

It's given him a bit to think about concerning his own involvement with stuff that goes on, so he'll be sitting under a tree near the duckpond as he looks over one hand, flexing the longer claws and frowning at the visible fragments of texture that make up the skin. It ultimately ends with him sighing though, leaning back up against the tree trunk ]

Guess we're all monsters here anyway...

( Allen Walker )

[[ ooc; opennnn ]]

♦ 23

[wereall_addicts]

[Friends of Larry Paul]

I probably should have mentioned this earlier, but Larry is perfectly safe. He has four legs and a tail, but ... when is that news in a place like this?

He's been staying with me for the past few weeks. I'm sure once he's human again, he'll be back to his normal, piano-playing self. Sorry to anyone who was worried.





... My bad?

[/Friends of Larry]

[and Sophie is currently in the library, looking for something new to read. She's scoping out the romance novels. Yes, she enjoys trashy literature -- don't judge her. There also is a puppy circling her feet, nosing around in the stacks, just generally getting into everything.

It's the aforementioned Larry. Feel free to bug.]

Disc Two

[enrico-puccio.livejournal.com]

[Thanks to Gino, he's got the basics down. Via a crash course memory reading. While he will miss the power Made in Heaven gave him, he will not deny the usefulness in Whitesnake's ability. Being able to see the memories of anyone he wished was undoubtedly useful... and so he knew it all. It was a magic castle, that steals things from people and changes things about them, calling them 'losses', and it seemed to revel in drawing in trouble makers and causing events that generally left people in horrible shape afterward, even though no one died permanently. The emotional damage was visual, even in the memories of Gino.

It wasn't nearly as horrible as home. The abilities of many stand users could be said to be far more frightening than the 'losses' the castle saw fit to impose upon people... but if he was the only stand user here, as he surmised by reading through the journal, then he had nothing to worry about. He had indeed cringed at the name... 'Jotaro Kujo' when he saw the entries, but they were long ago. Good. If he never saw a Kujo and his (or her) misfit crew again, it would be too soon. So for now, all that remained was settling.

Chances are he would not gain a chance to repeat the events of the Bone of Dio, in the Garden Street District Prison in Florida. So he could not regain his former power. Without it, he was in a far more dire situation should he make any enemies. So his main priority now was to... make allies. Already, he had met the Pope, a pleasant experience to say the least, but he needed to meet more people. Even if they were people he could not bring himself to try like.

It would mean more information to be found on this place via Memory Discs. Another reason he thanked the Castle (as odd as it was) for Whitesnake's return. But it seemed, there was only one way he was going to get the answers he needed...

He coughed into his hand, and dictated into the journal a powerful done.]

Hello.
I am Enrico Pucci, and as of yesterday, I am a new resident of the castle. 
I have a few questions as to the nature of this castle, and if anyone would be willing to hear me out and have a chat, I would like to meet them.

[ooc: VERY OPEN]

(no subject)

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[Music starts piping through the journal.]

Yo! This is Jay, comin' atcha from Zone. I know there're a lot of you who are new to the castle and don't know nobody yet. I'm hopin' to fix that tonight. Come on down to Zone [he scribbles in the address and a map]. There're a coupla bars and a big-ass dance floor.

And it ain't just fo you new folks, either. Come on down and mix it up! Meet some people, get yo dance on and try to shake off those winter blues.

Tonight only, in honor of the new residents and my own anniversary of being here, our house drink, the Drunken Mermaid, named and created by Barney Stinson, is on the house.

( Cut for pics of Zone )

((ooc: OPEN OPEN OPEN!! Threadjacking encouraged! Just gimme a sec to throw up a few sections All set, have fun, kids :D))

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

( [private] )

(no subject)

[symmetrist.livejournal.com]

order... is absolute.

[ the following is dictated a little weakly, but gets stronger as he continues ]

symmetry is the ultimate form of order...

the ultimate form of symmetry... is... nothingness. isn't it?

¿ʇı ʇ,usı ˙ssǝubuıɥʇou ˙˙˙sı ˙˙˙ʎɹʇǝɯɯʎs ɟo ɯɹoɟ ǝʇɐɯıʇןn ǝɥʇ

˙˙˙ɹǝpɹo ɟo ɯɹoɟ ǝʇɐɯıʇןn ǝɥʇ sı ʎɹʇǝɯɯʎs

˙ǝʇnןosqɐ sı ˙˙˙ɹǝpɹo

[ and then after a moment, he'll rip the page out of the journal

it's not symmetrical enough ]

19 - Family Sticks Together - 19

[onemanshort.livejournal.com]

[Things had just been downright troubling, lately. The whole mess with Faye nearly dying. Joshua and his terrifying eyes. All the anger over the journals. And then Wes getting ready to almost tip himself over the edge of the roof. Kaylee didn't like it. Not one bit.

She's settled herself on a couch in the lobby with a bowl of ice cream for comfort...but she's barely touched it.]

...Just how're you supposed to help folks when things just seem t'keep spinnin' outta control? It's like we got too much good over Christmas an' now the castle's makin' up for lost time.

( Xander )

( Spike Spiegel )

( York and Washington )

[ooc: Open over the journals or in the lobby. Feel free to tell her she's crazy for thinking Christmas was grand]

.08

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

[Showing off his multitasking skills, Hesam is walking around and talking into the journal, glancing up every now and then to make sure he isn't about to run into anyone.]

So, which place around here is better to go get a drink at?

030 Bindy

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Her talk with Coraline had hurt... a lot. She didn't know what hurt more, the fact that Coraline said it, or the fact that it was true. She was going to be alone again when she went home. Yes, she would be hunting for her father, but there was no guarantee she'd be able to find him again... and if she did, that he'd stick around longer than it would take for the next rock shower to hit.

She was up on the roof, laying on her back and staring up at the stars. They weren't the same stars as back home, but they were still comforting.]

((ooc:Open for anyone who'd like to come upon the morose child laying on the roof... at night... in shorts, a t-shirt and bare feet))

it resulted in five blackouts

[notjamesbond.livejournal.com]

[Well, look who's here. Why, it's the castle's biggest wannabe, Newton Pulsifer! Currently he is trying to stay away from as much people as he can. Why, you may ask? Oh, because of his sort-of-only-in-his-dreams-girlfriend's influences on the castle. Not that he knows that, of course. He's fiddling with the switch of a nearby lamp, trying to make himself worry less.]

...Is it normal for people to be acting like this? I mean, I might be totally wrong about this, but I'm pretty sure that everyone wasn't this angry and sad a while ago. I just don't get it.

[Fiddle fiddle.]

There has to be someone around here who's marginally sane, right? Right? I just feel like I'm left out of something. Well, not like that's a new feeling at all...

[Suddenly, there's a sharp bzzzzttttt, and the lamp short circuits, making Newt leap back in slight surprise. Electronics hate his guts, don't you know?]

...Er, right. Better not do that. I really don't want anything to catch on fire again...

60 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

( Lancelot; )

( Sora; )

( Leroy; )

( Merlin and anyone who WOULDN'T use this information badly; )

[ROOM FILTER FOREVER;]

[He's returned to his room quite late after various filters and meetings, and doing a little digging into his side project once more. Something he's found occupying him a lot more, and for a lot later. But it still completely takes him by surprise as he's kicking off his boots that there's someone asleep in his bed that wasn't invited to it. He'll sit on the edge of the bed and lean over him and start...Shaking him slightly]

Wake up, Allen.

7: the chill that runs up your spine

[terrorwhatflaps.livejournal.com]

[thanks to Eris' machinations, Darkwing's usual manic-depressiveness has been turned up to 11. he's spent the whole week so far down in town, picking up random townspeople for tiny things: littering, jaywalking, waitresses who pick up dishes from the left instead of the right... THAT SORT OF THING. currently, he's on the Brood Spot of Brood Spots, THE ROOF, sitting on the edge, his feet hanging over...]

The people of Paradisa can sleep safe tonight, knowing that Darkwing Duck has done his diligent duty, scouring the streets of scum!

[pause. crickets are audible over the journal, somehow, in the dead of winter. CRICKETS]

So where are the parades? The medals? The keys to the city? ... [miserably, his voice slowly winding up to one perfectly-practiced moaning whinge of self-pity] I'd even take a thank-you. But this place is ... this is even worse than St. Canard. I had a plan, I really did! And it would have worked on that big ... metal ... whatsit. But nobody even really listened to me. It's like they don't even know I exist, and the people who do just think I'm one big joke.

[he rests his cheeks on his hands, and gazes down at the town and the forest and all, reluctantly]

Oh, who am I kidding. Maybe I'll just give it up. ... That pond might not be too bad once the snow goes away ...

I guess I'll just sit here and teach myself to quack.

( o21 )

[assombris.livejournal.com]

( alice/the high madame one )

[ one might feel an ominous presence watching them from afar if they are taking a stroll in the town tonight. lurking in the shadows of the rooftops is one aggravated batwoman. actually, 'aggravated' doesn't quite cut it, not when you're desperate for answers on why a murderous cult once nearly carved your heart out. can you honestly blame her? ]


[ ooc: ERISED. open post! and forward dated to about 2-3am. replies will come tomorrow :< i just really wanted to get this up. ALSO approach kate with caution. :c ]

1. Non, Je ne regrette rien .1

[baillonner.livejournal.com]

[ She was becalmed by the death of the bedlam that had drifted out of the journals and had been perforating any peace of mind she tried to obtain. As someone who consistently carried notes around for communication, the journal was the last thing she expected to be made uncomfortable by. Yet, there she had been. All day. Just staring and listening.
Having exhausted the day with nothing but befuddling observations, Chane had wanted to wait until the quiet of the night to try and do something that never came easy to her: ask for help.

It wasn't very quiet, even at night. Still!

Completely written: ]

I'd like information regarding the terms of my captivity.

I do not expect many to be helpful. I have nothing to offer you under these circumstances; I only seek a short exchange.