Food for Thought

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There's pancakes.

Actually, there's a whole mess of pancakes. I went down this morning to make some for breakfast, but once I started I just couldn't stop. So there might be a pile of them.


...ok, three piles of them. Not wished, made from scratch. So if anybody wants them, I left them on the counter. I even made some blueberry.


( Spike )

( Cordy )

( Wesley )

018 years late

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[After having spent a couple of weeks as a cat (something that was hardly as interesting as he had thought it would be) and watched Five be Mr. Grumpy Face for a week, Eleven knew that both of them could use a little pick-me-up. Granted, when the Doctor needs a pick-me-up he usually just travels to some new time or place, gets into a little trouble, runs a lot, saves the world, and all is right again.

The problem is, that's rather impossible to do here.

Eleven thought to himself, 'what do HUMANS do in this situation? I know! They go have a drink!' So, he's dragged Five to the Death Match where they've sat for the past few hours, drinking fruity drinks and being blissfully oblivious to just how drunk they were getting]

( Not cut IC, drunken timelords are chatty. )

((OOC: Eleven and Five. And here, ladies and gents, we answer the question: What is the Doctor like while drunk. OPEN AS HELL! Come and see the amazing drunken Time Lords))

[060] Mama Jyuu

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( Elektra )

( Matt Murdock and Peter Patrelli )

( Lorne )

( Rin, Ken and Iroh )

( Charlie )

( Faith )

( Abarai-fukutaichou )

[After all the filters are finished, he finds himself wanting to say something to the populace at large, attempt to help them through the two very rough patches recently.]

It seems there have been some harsh reminders that danger can come from the most trusted of places, even from inside yourself. Now more than ever, it is important that we are there for one another, to help our friends and loved ones recover.

Whether we have met or not, I would like to extend the hand of friendship. My door is always open.

✘eighteenth

[reshaper.livejournal.com]

[ Okay! Day one and two were a pain but manageable, but when she woke up the following morning she was in for a serious shock. She had made a move to push her sheets off of her when she realized she couldn't form a hand, so she sat pooled under the comforter of her bed for a good hour and a half with the hope that she would eventually be able to pull herself together.

It never happened. After essentially crawling to the edge of the bed so she can trickle her way down to the floor, she makes a beeline for the door. OH MY GOD, I CAN'T SEE. First she enters the bathroom, then a closet and finally she finds the right door and out she goes. Please don't step on her, fellow residents! Or poke her with a stick. The elevator is out of the question, so she seeps under the door leading to the stairs.

.. and fourteen flights later! she's inching through the lobby without her journal, it's not like she could bring it with her. here's to hoping nobody thinks she's The Blob from that really cheesy horror flick. okay, lobby time! someone she knows has to pass through eventually, so she slithers across the floor so she can take refuge under a couch. .. gross, dust bunnies. ]

Hello? Hello! Oh god, please let someone hear me.

Hey! If you can hear me, look under this couch! .. and don't freak out. I'm totally freaked out enough for the both of us.

[ooc; Backdated to Tuesday afternoon! Even if you didn't volunteer to tote her around in a bucket or something, feel free to be a brosis and help a mutant out. ]

( moar ooc tl;dr )

Issue #10 - Shame

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[So, after freeing himself from his isolation tank, Matt had been avoiding people. His rather embarrassing and public display of both rage and frustration had been completely against his will. He didn't like who it made him. Now Matt's in the church, one of the few places he (ironically) feels at peace. His journal's open next to him as he prays.]

( Filtered to Elektra )

[With that filter out of the way, he's just gonna chill up in the church, for anyone curious enough to find. Come bother the beat-up blind guy!]

(no subject)

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( private )

-59- Once Bitten Twice Shy

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Where--

...[just the view of a blank white ceiling, followed by the most horrible rush of deja vu. Waking up in a clinic bed, not remembering the days before it, save for a weird sense of dread. It is a terribly familiar feeling, and it's hard to pay attention to the bits of memories at first, around the initial panic. This was just like...

The memories do start surfacing, but that certainly doesn't ease her mind at all. Everything hurts, she feels exhausted to her bones, and even the first few blips of memory to come back are cringe-worthy. Fighting, drinking, stealing, and-- ...oh god.

Did she really... oh, holy hell.]

...

[there's really only one thing she can do with all of this. After a minute or so of utterly horrified silence, there is a rustling, followed by the very distinct sound of a completely exasperated scream muffled into a pillow!]

❀ twenty-seven unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

[over the journals do you know what you can hear? Harmony is humming CeCe Peniston's "Finally". Why? The snow is gone.]

God, it's totally about TIME that snow was gone. [there's an exhale of relief that sounds sort of like she's shaking all of the winter BLAH off of her]

Who wants to go shopping for summer clothes?




[ooc: Saturday was Capybura day, so this is the first day after those three final days of snow]

(002) CG: Get your shit together.

[peroxicide.livejournal.com]

[ The following is dictated from a slight distance, as if someone isn't aware their journal is open. Largely because that is exactly what is happening. ]

ALRIGHT, FIRST WISH.
GIVE ME MY COMPUTER BACK.

[ ...CLUNK. ]

OH FUCK YOU!
GIVE ME THE COMPUTER BACK THAT DIDN'T EXPLODE
THE ONE I ALCHEMITIZED IN THE VEIL
IS THAT FUCKING SPECIFIC ENOUGH?!

[ Clunk. Purple crabputer ahoy! ]

THAT'S BETTER. GOOD, EVERYTHING'S STILL ON HERE
NOTHING ON TROLLIAN THOUGH...NOT EVEN THE TIMELINES
THIS PLACE MUST BE LOCKED UP PRETTY TIGHT
FUCK, I WISH SOLLUX WAS HERE. HE COULD DO ALL THIS SHIT.
CASTLENET'LL HAVE TO DO. I'LL CHECK ALL THAT SHIT OUT LATER.
SECOND WISH.

WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING
I AM SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT
I WISH FOR ALL MY ALCHEMITIZING STUFF

NOTHING?
FUCK, FINE. WE'RE DOING THIS THE HARD WAY.
FUCKING PICKY CASTLE.
NOW HOW THE HELL DO I DO THIS AGAIN?

( John )

1st merit ↬ arrival

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[Good evening, Paradisa. Interrupting your regularly scheduled program is a voice, perhaps familiar to some of you, carefully dictating into the journal system. The voice is well-mannered, calm, and there is no indication whatsoever that the body it belongs to has no idea what the hell is going on. Host Club, if this is your doing, he will get you.]

To the residents of Cair Paradisa - My name is Kyouya Ootori. I find myself a recent arrival in this castle, and as such, have a few questions regarding the nature of this place and the process by which I was brought here. If anyone would be so kind as to answer them, I would be much obliged.

Also. [There is a brief pause.] If there is a boy by the name of Tamaki Suoh here, I would like to be informed of his presence here immediately.

(no subject)

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

Who: Washington dontpatronizemewearethemeta
What: Post-Eris'd 'talk'
When: Today?
Where: The Clinic
Rating: pg-13? Men being awkward and emo.

( bitch, please )

⇒ 43

[whatialways_do]

Who: Max Guevara and OPEN
What: Beating ... the holy hell out of a punching bag.
When: Late Wednesday night, possibly early Thursday morning.
Where: The Gym
Rating: PG-13

( In which Max is working out some Issues. )

(no subject)

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( [private] )

[Stephanie is sitting in the kitchen with a giant bowl of mashed potatoes in front of her. And her journal!]

I can't be the only one with a favorite food in this joint. I think people should definitely share what their favorite food is. Or what their favorite foods. Are.

I'll go first! I really like waffles. My mom makes them all the time at home. I like mashed potatoes, too.

Your turn. Yes, you.

001.

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[Raylan really had no idea why he was here. He sat down looking over the journal and scratched the back of his head, seeing words appearing he read a bit. He finally wrote something down.]

Where exactly am I? Anyone know?

blog seventy-eight

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[Barney's headed down to Zone, his yellow legal pad tucked under his arm. he's got a few ideas that he wants to run by one of his favorite wingmen, so --]

Hey, Jay! Open up, bro.

[he bangs on the double doors a minute ... then realizes the club is dark. funny, it's usually open right about now]

Jay?

... Nnnngh. Don't tell me you're gone, too. Now where'm I gonna have my Great Big Beautiful Awesome Idea?

[he slumps down on the steps and sighs, then scribbles up a filter]

[Calling All Gamblers]

Anyone interested in helping me set up a casino? Not permanently, sort of like the old floating crap games. Once in a while. I was gonna see if my buddy'd do it at his club, but ... he's gone.

[/Gamblers]

[once he's got that written, he'll just look up at the club for a while with a frown, then get up and salute it, quietly] Be awesome, bro. Whatever you just went back to.

Stage 6

[abravelikehero]

Hey... um, this might seem like a really random and strange question but... has anyone seen a giant ball thing that can pick up people and roll around? I got stuck to one the other day with some girls and it seems kind of dangerous to just let be. In fact I thought I was going to die! Someone should probably try and do something about that, or something.

006- Maybe that's a lie...

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[Eris managed to hurt Gabriel's delicate princess feelings, so what does he do to make himself feel better? WHAT HE DOES BEST.

Basically, be a troll.]

Bravo, gang. That was a telling little exercise if I ever saw one, hm? So! What's next in castle therapy? We imagine our pain as a white ball of healing light? Head to our caves and track down our spirit animals?

Oh, I know. Trust falls! Always a fan-favorite. I think that's what everyone needs right now- some good old-fashioned trust falls. What d'you say?

[009] Two Word Post Challenge

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IT'S LOOSE!!!

(no subject)

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( pirate boys (HER NAKYAMA) )

( nico robin )

( tim )

Guess I can't complain considering...

[ sighs ]

If it's not too personal or humiliating, let me ask: what was your worst, non-traumatic experience here? So we're leaving out the deaths and the monsters and the Boogie-man or whatever else is running around.