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brokencoffeepot.livejournal.com[It's been a little bit since he first showed up here now, and he's gotten adjusted. Well, mostly gotten adjusted. He's still not overwhelmed by this place and the currently lack of usefulness for him here.
And it's dark out. What is that? What is this sunlight, moonlight, giant changing orbs in the sky bullshit? So not cool.
That's why he's stuck inside, circling around the swimming pool right now. Why? Well it's certainly something to look for a few minutes, even if he's keeping at least a few feet of distance from it at all times.]
And it's dark out. What is that? What is this sunlight, moonlight, giant changing orbs in the sky bullshit? So not cool.
That's why he's stuck inside, circling around the swimming pool right now. Why? Well it's certainly something to look for a few minutes, even if he's keeping at least a few feet of distance from it at all times.]
Host King's Thirtieth Court
Feb. 5th, 2011 01:58 amdaddyhost.livejournal.com( Bossonova )
( John Marston's Room )
[In the interests of protecting Haruhi's safety, Tamaki is enthusiastically implementing OPERATION SPY ON EVIL KIDNAPPERS and so is tailing Clark Kent from a distance.
Anyone, including the object of his fail ninja skills, are welcome to notice him. He is wearing a false moustache, it looks very suave.]
( John Marston's Room )
[In the interests of protecting Haruhi's safety, Tamaki is enthusiastically implementing OPERATION SPY ON EVIL KIDNAPPERS and so is tailing Clark Kent from a distance.
Anyone, including the object of his fail ninja skills, are welcome to notice him. He is wearing a false moustache, it looks very suave.]
ultimaverum.livejournal.com[It is very very late at night, and Charlie? Well… this guy anyway is wandering through the castle. See, lately he’s been feeling… sort of odd. It certainly doesn’t help that half the castle has lost their minds, but this goes a little deeper then that. It feels like there’s something hovering over him. He looks in the mirror and doesn’t expect the face he sees looking back. He half expects he’s going to wake up and this’ll all be a fever and pain induced dream…]
[It’s unsettling to say the least… He’s not really sure what to do with himself anymore, so he’s wandering. Aimlessly. Trying to decide which is stronger: the urge to run away and figure himself out, or the attachment he has to people he’s not even sure are real anymore…]
((ooc: Another one’s been Eris’d. Dude’s an unpredictable, emotional wreck. Have fun?!))
[It’s unsettling to say the least… He’s not really sure what to do with himself anymore, so he’s wandering. Aimlessly. Trying to decide which is stronger: the urge to run away and figure himself out, or the attachment he has to people he’s not even sure are real anymore…]
((ooc: Another one’s been Eris’d. Dude’s an unpredictable, emotional wreck. Have fun?!))
charmbond.livejournal.com[ As she hasn't heard back from Terra in weeks, Aqua's been beside herself worrying/stressing/brooding/moping/some combination of the above. It's unbefitting of a Keyblade master, and so she's taken it upon herself to put her energies to better use.
Starting by acquainting herself with the strange technology lying about the castle-- more specifically, the giant conundrum that is the kitchen. (She's heard rumors about a certain holiday coming up, and wants to prepare something for her friends.) Her journal is currently displaying this recipe: ]
Chocolate Covered Strawberries
Ingredients
16 ounces milk chocolate chips
2 tablespoons shortening
1 pound fresh strawberries with leaves
Directions
1. Insert toothpicks into the tops of the strawberries.
2. In a double boiler, melt the chocolate and shortening, stirring occasionally until smooth. Holding them by the toothpicks, dip the strawberries into the chocolate mixture.
3. Turn the strawberries upside down and insert the toothpick into styrofoam for the chocolate to cool.
[ A simple enough task, as Aqua isn't feeling particularly ambitious given her unfamiliarity with the cooking equipment. (She's always loved strawberries, anyway. Hopefully the others will as well.)
Unfortunately, she's picked a bad time for practice. The chocolate is boiling far more violently than expected, and the lights start to crackle and spark. ]
What's--??
[ Her voice is cut off as the nearest fixture spontaneously bursts. ]
[ ooc: In response to the castlewide plot! More kitchen shenanigans. :> ]
Starting by acquainting herself with the strange technology lying about the castle-- more specifically, the giant conundrum that is the kitchen. (She's heard rumors about a certain holiday coming up, and wants to prepare something for her friends.) Her journal is currently displaying this recipe: ]
Chocolate Covered Strawberries
Ingredients
16 ounces milk chocolate chips
2 tablespoons shortening
1 pound fresh strawberries with leaves
Directions
1. Insert toothpicks into the tops of the strawberries.
2. In a double boiler, melt the chocolate and shortening, stirring occasionally until smooth. Holding them by the toothpicks, dip the strawberries into the chocolate mixture.
3. Turn the strawberries upside down and insert the toothpick into styrofoam for the chocolate to cool.
[ A simple enough task, as Aqua isn't feeling particularly ambitious given her unfamiliarity with the cooking equipment. (She's always loved strawberries, anyway. Hopefully the others will as well.)
Unfortunately, she's picked a bad time for practice. The chocolate is boiling far more violently than expected, and the lights start to crackle and spark. ]
What's--??
[ Her voice is cut off as the nearest fixture spontaneously bursts. ]
[ ooc: In response to the castlewide plot! More kitchen shenanigans. :> ]
crazyscreamer.livejournal.comAre they kidding with this? A small rodent is being worshiped for its knowledge on the weather?
Are they at least going to eat it?
22 Decks of Cards
Feb. 5th, 2011 01:09 pmno-bloody-lord.livejournal.com[Mat's overtures towards girls in the castle have been complete and utter failures. Frustrated (in more ways than one), he's taken refuge in town for the week, carousing there without too much more injury than an occasional -and usually well deserved- slap.
But as the end of the week rolls around...it's not enough. He can't accept that he has to give up...and he's got a plan to at least see what he wants to see...even if he won't make it much further.
So, hunting down his journal for the first time in days, he'll be writing a filter into the journals. No spoken words. He doesn't want to give himself away]
( Girls only )
[and, with that, he'll settle back to try and enjoy the show]
[ooc: Mat's last day of being Eris'd. Forward dated to tonight.Please wait for sections to go up. Go for it. I'll tag with Mat being a fail-spy later, once people have had a chance to mingle. Open to all. Except you guys. GTFO]
But as the end of the week rolls around...it's not enough. He can't accept that he has to give up...and he's got a plan to at least see what he wants to see...even if he won't make it much further.
So, hunting down his journal for the first time in days, he'll be writing a filter into the journals. No spoken words. He doesn't want to give himself away]
( Girls only )
[and, with that, he'll settle back to try and enjoy the show]
[ooc: Mat's last day of being Eris'd. Forward dated to tonight.
sixteenth labyrinth - Nothing like a party
Feb. 5th, 2011 01:18 pmlord-wizard.livejournal.com[The day of the party arrives and everything is more or less set, though not as perfect as Felix might have hoped. But he's done is best to make do. Given the mood of the castle he hopes things will go well, but one thing good about being isolated up in this tower is that it also isolates them from a good amount of whatever insanity is going on elsewhere.
Anybody entering the circular lobby of the headquarters will see the floor is left wide open, for dancing, perhaps, or just to get a good view of the intricate mosaic floor. The chandelier hanging above is strung with streamers of cloth, making the whole room feel almost like a tent. The french doors at the far end are of course open, and although there is a still a lingering winter chill in the air, it doesn't seem to reach this high. Chairs are arranged on the small balcony outside. To the left of the balcony doors, inside the lobby, is a table full of a variety of drinks. In place of a human attendant, a ghost is hovering behind the table, ready to make any cocktails the guests might like. To the right is a long table full of hors d'oeuvres. There is the faint sound of violin music echoing inside, and anyone looking close enough might see another ghost hovering near the ceiling, playing steadily away.
The doors to the left and right are closed, but not locked and free to anyone who might want to explore, though at the moment there isn't much to see there. Felix will tell you as much when you arrive, of course, but he isn't exactly one to discourage curiosity.]
((OOC: Give me a minute to set up some sections! Alright, kittens, go nuts.))
Anybody entering the circular lobby of the headquarters will see the floor is left wide open, for dancing, perhaps, or just to get a good view of the intricate mosaic floor. The chandelier hanging above is strung with streamers of cloth, making the whole room feel almost like a tent. The french doors at the far end are of course open, and although there is a still a lingering winter chill in the air, it doesn't seem to reach this high. Chairs are arranged on the small balcony outside. To the left of the balcony doors, inside the lobby, is a table full of a variety of drinks. In place of a human attendant, a ghost is hovering behind the table, ready to make any cocktails the guests might like. To the right is a long table full of hors d'oeuvres. There is the faint sound of violin music echoing inside, and anyone looking close enough might see another ghost hovering near the ceiling, playing steadily away.
The doors to the left and right are closed, but not locked and free to anyone who might want to explore, though at the moment there isn't much to see there. Felix will tell you as much when you arrive, of course, but he isn't exactly one to discourage curiosity.]
((OOC:
-58- All This Useless Beauty
Feb. 5th, 2011 03:28 pmluckyvalentine.livejournal.com[the journal falls open to a loud rattling sound and a small crunch of metal, accompanied by blaring Queen. Guess where Faye is!]
[an obviously drunken titter] --Oops.
[she shuts off the engine and hops out to sit on theslightly dented hood, taking her journal with her]
Oh well. He deserves it. Honestly... [a dramatic sigh] They all deserve it. And-- no. You know what? ...No, they deserve a lot worse. They're all just a bunch of little boys. They don't know how to have fun, they don't know how to treat a lady, and just... [a hiccup] I deserve better.
I deserve way better.
((ooc: more Eris-ing. She's out sitting on a slightly-crashed Bentley, slightly beaten up, and very drunk. Be warned, she is quite shameless and obsessively looking for a good time, so... beware. Or come n' get her. However you want to look at it.))
[an obviously drunken titter] --Oops.
[she shuts off the engine and hops out to sit on the
Oh well. He deserves it. Honestly... [a dramatic sigh] They all deserve it. And-- no. You know what? ...No, they deserve a lot worse. They're all just a bunch of little boys. They don't know how to have fun, they don't know how to treat a lady, and just... [a hiccup] I deserve better.
I deserve way better.
((ooc: more Eris-ing. She's out sitting on a slightly-crashed Bentley, slightly beaten up, and very drunk. Be warned, she is quite shameless and obsessively looking for a good time, so... beware. Or come n' get her. However you want to look at it.))
arrowonthewind.livejournal.com( Room 307. )
( Turalyon. )
[Alleria hadn't seen Turalyon in over a month.
At first, it was because she was too busy finding ways to exact revenge upon Arthas. And then, after their defeat at his and Riful's hands, she'd been too embarrassed by her failure, and that she'd allowed her desire for vengeance get the better of her again.
The furniture in her room was too much, though, and if this was his way of saying he'd like to see her again, well, she'd take it. But he'd taken too long to show up at her room, or even respond to her filter for that matter, and Alleria Windrunner did not enjoy being ignored.
( Eleventh floor. )
The following is written, the letters slanted with effort.]
High General Turalyon is gone.
[That done, she simply closes the book and lets it tumble from her fingers to the floor, striding resolutely back down the stairs, through the lobby, out the door, through the castle grounds, into the woods. If anyone greets her, she will pay them no mind and just continue on, her pace never faltering, even as she scales a tree.
Only once she's high enough, sure that she's hidden among the familiar safety of limbs and branches, does Alleria cover her face and allow herself to weep.]
[ooc. she's not responding to journaltiems, but feel free to respond anyway I GUESS? also open in person, if you're uhhhh into that ;;]
( Turalyon. )
[Alleria hadn't seen Turalyon in over a month.
At first, it was because she was too busy finding ways to exact revenge upon Arthas. And then, after their defeat at his and Riful's hands, she'd been too embarrassed by her failure, and that she'd allowed her desire for vengeance get the better of her again.
The furniture in her room was too much, though, and if this was his way of saying he'd like to see her again, well, she'd take it. But he'd taken too long to show up at her room, or even respond to her filter for that matter, and Alleria Windrunner did not enjoy being ignored.
( Eleventh floor. )
The following is written, the letters slanted with effort.]
High General Turalyon is gone.
[That done, she simply closes the book and lets it tumble from her fingers to the floor, striding resolutely back down the stairs, through the lobby, out the door, through the castle grounds, into the woods. If anyone greets her, she will pay them no mind and just continue on, her pace never faltering, even as she scales a tree.
Only once she's high enough, sure that she's hidden among the familiar safety of limbs and branches, does Alleria cover her face and allow herself to weep.]
[ooc. she's not responding to journaltiems, but feel free to respond anyway I GUESS? also open in person, if you're uhhhh into that ;;]
Seventy Seventh Song
Feb. 5th, 2011 05:27 pmmysticalvender.livejournal.comOkay, I'm getting the heeby-jeeby vibes of badness here. The last time people started acting all screwy like this, Paradisa went to hell. Literally.
I'm keeping Caritas open until things go back to normal again. Just in case. You guys know it's open to you if you need it.
I'm keeping Caritas open until things go back to normal again. Just in case. You guys know it's open to you if you need it.
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Feb. 5th, 2011 05:49 pmhelynge.livejournal.com[Josh is currently trudging back into the castle, his journal tucked under one arm, a book with a solid black cover in his left hand, and more creepily, a dead bird in his right hand. He also looks like he hasn't really slept or eaten in a few days.
As soon as he's in he'll wobble over to a couch and collapse in it, before laying the journal open next to him and staring intently at the dead bird for a few moments. Then he'll flip open to a page he has bookmarked and read a passage just as intently.
With a deep breath he'll put the book down next to the journal and hold the bird in both hands before that healing glow of his starts up.
Several moments will pass and nothing will happen.
The bird is still dead, and Josh has failed.]
Fuck. Dammit why?
[He'll let the bird drop to the floor and bury his face in his hands... which is just a little disturbing since he was just holding a dead bird and he clearly didn't wash his hands before doing that.]
What the hell is wrong with me? I can fix every stupid cut the people in the city have, and I can't fix this one fucking bird.
((OOC. Eris'd))
As soon as he's in he'll wobble over to a couch and collapse in it, before laying the journal open next to him and staring intently at the dead bird for a few moments. Then he'll flip open to a page he has bookmarked and read a passage just as intently.
With a deep breath he'll put the book down next to the journal and hold the bird in both hands before that healing glow of his starts up.
Several moments will pass and nothing will happen.
The bird is still dead, and Josh has failed.]
Fuck. Dammit why?
[He'll let the bird drop to the floor and bury his face in his hands... which is just a little disturbing since he was just holding a dead bird and he clearly didn't wash his hands before doing that.]
What the hell is wrong with me? I can fix every stupid cut the people in the city have, and I can't fix this one fucking bird.
((OOC. Eris'd))
eighth hellsing
Feb. 5th, 2011 06:02 pmintegrability.livejournal.com[He has gone.
Alucard has left her in this castle and returned to their world. There was no triumph in this, it was not a way out that had been forged, but the castle's whims once more.
She was furious as her cold gaze levelled at the empty nameplate on his door, glasses flashing in the meagre light. How dare he allow himself to be taken from her? The betrayal was almost as great as finding he had forgotten her. It was outrageous, ludicrous, it was... hurtful.
She cannot help the turn of her thoughts that questions if this might have been for the best. Perhaps she had not been controlling him as well as she could have, perhaps having him taken away from her foolish decisions would be beneficial for anyone who might have been caught in the cross-fire. She was a poor mistress, a poor specimen of a woman if she could not control her own emotions this way.
A disgrace to the Hellsing name.
Her feet had carried her back to the main lobby without her noticing, lost in a spiralling train of self-doubt. Slightly trembling hands open her cigar case and select one, attempting to regain self-control with the familiar actions of a habit that had always soothed her nerves. Yet even once it was lit, and a stream of smoke was following her as she paced the lobby floor, she could find no measure of peace in her mind.
Eventually she forced herself to stillness, teeth gritting around the cigar hard enough to leave the rank taste of tobacco flakes on her tongue. She would not show the world her idiocy, she would not allow them to see her failings, she could at least pretend to be the Hellsing she was raised to be. Somehow her voice is steady and cool, resonating out through the journals succinctly.]
Alucard has returned home from this prison.
[ooc: Open in the lobby or over the journals. Feel free to notice her agitation, thanks Eris.]
Alucard has left her in this castle and returned to their world. There was no triumph in this, it was not a way out that had been forged, but the castle's whims once more.
She was furious as her cold gaze levelled at the empty nameplate on his door, glasses flashing in the meagre light. How dare he allow himself to be taken from her? The betrayal was almost as great as finding he had forgotten her. It was outrageous, ludicrous, it was... hurtful.
She cannot help the turn of her thoughts that questions if this might have been for the best. Perhaps she had not been controlling him as well as she could have, perhaps having him taken away from her foolish decisions would be beneficial for anyone who might have been caught in the cross-fire. She was a poor mistress, a poor specimen of a woman if she could not control her own emotions this way.
A disgrace to the Hellsing name.
Her feet had carried her back to the main lobby without her noticing, lost in a spiralling train of self-doubt. Slightly trembling hands open her cigar case and select one, attempting to regain self-control with the familiar actions of a habit that had always soothed her nerves. Yet even once it was lit, and a stream of smoke was following her as she paced the lobby floor, she could find no measure of peace in her mind.
Eventually she forced herself to stillness, teeth gritting around the cigar hard enough to leave the rank taste of tobacco flakes on her tongue. She would not show the world her idiocy, she would not allow them to see her failings, she could at least pretend to be the Hellsing she was raised to be. Somehow her voice is steady and cool, resonating out through the journals succinctly.]
Alucard has returned home from this prison.
[ooc: Open in the lobby or over the journals. Feel free to notice her agitation, thanks Eris.]
Fifteenth Sip
Feb. 5th, 2011 06:48 pmmal-addict.livejournal.com[Maladict is standing in the kitchen, staring at a freshly brewed cup of coffee with an expression of mild contempt. She also appears to be talking to herself. Her journal is open next to her, because that’s what journals do]
They’re wrong, I don’t need this, I’m better than this. I haven’t had any for days and I’m managing my condition just fine. All it took was some self control, which I have in spades. Shows them to doubt me, it just proves I’m better than them.
...Charlie’s tracking me again. They won’t get me this time
[For any who wish to step within a foot of her, the whole space will suddenly turn into a jungle, with the distant whopwhopwhop of helicopters. They’ll have just stepped into a Vietnam war movie, because her hallucinations are contagious. Oh yes]
[[ooc: Still Erised, and as she’s arrogant enough to think she can control her vampirism without coffee, she’s met her old buddy insanity again. Have fun with that. Open or journal, though stepping close to her will pull you into the hallucination]]
They’re wrong, I don’t need this, I’m better than this. I haven’t had any for days and I’m managing my condition just fine. All it took was some self control, which I have in spades. Shows them to doubt me, it just proves I’m better than them.
...Charlie’s tracking me again. They won’t get me this time
[For any who wish to step within a foot of her, the whole space will suddenly turn into a jungle, with the distant whopwhopwhop of helicopters. They’ll have just stepped into a Vietnam war movie, because her hallucinations are contagious. Oh yes]
[[ooc: Still Erised, and as she’s arrogant enough to think she can control her vampirism without coffee, she’s met her old buddy insanity again. Have fun with that. Open or journal, though stepping close to her will pull you into the hallucination]]
sparkplasma.livejournal.comWhat's going on? Everyone seems really... out of sorts, lately. Is it a loss...? [he might have assumed it was normally like this, but he's not the only one who's noticed it. murmurs: ] I hope it's not contagious...
[In the meantime, he's looking for pieces of Ada. Which amounts to wandering around the castle with Reveal turned on, and poking into odd places like plant pots, couch cushions, and under furniture. FEEL FREE TO FIND HIM ANYWHERE (but tell me where :3). Oh, also if you have any illusions on you he'll see through 'em at the moment. Just sayin'.]
[In the meantime, he's looking for pieces of Ada. Which amounts to wandering around the castle with Reveal turned on, and poking into odd places like plant pots, couch cushions, and under furniture. FEEL FREE TO FIND HIM ANYWHERE (but tell me where :3). Oh, also if you have any illusions on you he'll see through 'em at the moment. Just sayin'.]
twenty seven buttons
Feb. 5th, 2011 09:55 pmexplorationist.livejournal.com[Heyy, Paradisa, it's a Coraline wandering down your halls! Well, more like stomping in a blind rage for no apparent reason. The look on her face is sending a very, very clear message: “Don't mess with me.” Has she ever looked this mad before? No, no she hasn't.
While she walks around, she keeps slamming the journal shut, opening it back up, and slamming it again. For no reason at all
Why, is it annoying you? :D Go ahead, try to tell her to stop]
[[ooc: and so it continues]
While she walks around, she keeps slamming the journal shut, opening it back up, and slamming it again. For no reason at all
Why, is it annoying you? :D Go ahead, try to tell her to stop]
[[ooc: and so it continues]
gottaknockhard.livejournal.com( JET BLACK (aka private) )
[Karma. Could be why he's in a place with a bunch of demons. More than he thought, anyway. Reflecting on it, the journal just picks up the last bit of musing he has on the subject.]
It'd be nice if they'd wear signs.
[With that sentiment out of the way, Spike closes the journal and goes about his business. He's out around town tonight, looking worse off yet again, but this time it was at least partially due to outside forces. After all the fun he's been having around the castle, he had an intense desire to get the hell away from it.
It's not long before he pulls out a familiar flask and regards it with more thought than any sober person should. He's not out looking for trouble, exactly, but he's more susceptible to it than normal. Why else would they give him something like that?
Everything happens for a reason.]
ooc: Warning for increased recklessness via Eris, so he's acting a lot more on impulse than normal (which is saying something haha;;). By chance, he's also got a magic flask that can strangle people. Especially after that mishap with Faye, if you run into him in person, there's a good chance he'll start something.
[Karma. Could be why he's in a place with a bunch of demons. More than he thought, anyway. Reflecting on it, the journal just picks up the last bit of musing he has on the subject.]
It'd be nice if they'd wear signs.
[With that sentiment out of the way, Spike closes the journal and goes about his business. He's out around town tonight, looking worse off yet again, but this time it was at least partially due to outside forces. After all the fun he's been having around the castle, he had an intense desire to get the hell away from it.
It's not long before he pulls out a familiar flask and regards it with more thought than any sober person should. He's not out looking for trouble, exactly, but he's more susceptible to it than normal. Why else would they give him something like that?
Everything happens for a reason.]
ooc: Warning for increased recklessness via Eris, so he's acting a lot more on impulse than normal (which is saying something haha;;). By chance, he's also got a magic flask that can strangle people. Especially after that mishap with Faye, if you run into him in person, there's a good chance he'll start something.
♞ | 034 | hallway filter
Feb. 5th, 2011 10:58 pmknightprodigy.livejournal.com[After a rude awakening, Dick - still dressed as Batman, although with his cowl down - hurries excitedly, but not too excitedly - gun shot wound to the back of the head and all - back from Harmony's room to his and Damian's room on the eight floor.
Behind him is a trail of glittery bread crumbs, courtesy of what was once Harmony's prized collection of unicorns.]
[OOC: BACK DATED TO YESTERDAY EVENING
OPEN POST! IN PERSON ONLY! HAVE AT IT YO!]
Behind him is a trail of glittery bread crumbs, courtesy of what was once Harmony's prized collection of unicorns.]
[OOC: BACK DATED TO YESTERDAY EVENING
OPEN POST! IN PERSON ONLY! HAVE AT IT YO!]
Arthas Menethil receives [Soul Shard] x16
Feb. 5th, 2011 11:09 pmlionbeforelambs.livejournal.comYou lot never fail to amuse. I'm almost disappointed I am not at the castle to witness this in the flesh.
One failure, and you all come apart at the seams -- especially the youngest Windrunner! What a prize you are, Vereesa. I look forward to your continued antics.
Perhaps we ought to do this more often. What's next, Paradisa? Perhaps a song and dance number to go with it all.
[Wistful sigh] But you all left so soon...pity. I would have enjoyed feasting upon your souls.
One failure, and you all come apart at the seams -- especially the youngest Windrunner! What a prize you are, Vereesa. I look forward to your continued antics.
Perhaps we ought to do this more often. What's next, Paradisa? Perhaps a song and dance number to go with it all.
[Wistful sigh] But you all left so soon...pity. I would have enjoyed feasting upon your souls.
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dontpatr0nizeme[Have the sounds of a very angry Washington trying to work, not realizing his journal is open again. Cursing at something not going exactly as he wanted, barely restrainign himself from throwing something at the wall. But just barely.
Distantly, the sound of a door breaking from another room can be heard. Washington slams what he's working on down.] What the hell is that?
[And that would be the sound of a gun being readied and Washington stomping out to the main room. Fully armored. Just to find an unwanted guest.] Maine? What the hell do you think you're doing?
[OOC:Open to journal, Maine, and possibly people in the area around room 1103.]
Distantly, the sound of a door breaking from another room can be heard. Washington slams what he's working on down.] What the hell is that?
[And that would be the sound of a gun being readied and Washington stomping out to the main room. Fully armored. Just to find an unwanted guest.] Maine? What the hell do you think you're doing?
[OOC:Open to journal, Maine, and possibly people in the area around room 1103.]