➾ one

[supergenes.livejournal.com]

[The journal opens to the sound of heavy footsteps that sound like agitated pacing. There's a slightly distant voice too.]

Talk about primitive, what kind of place is this? Or maybe I should ask what century. This is ridiculous.

[The voice gradually grows closer until...]

Huh, what's this? [Pausepause.] A magic book? ... Zyx, this better not be your doing, kid. You should know better by now.

[Apparently that was said to the room at large as there's another pause and the sound of rustling pages before he speaks again.]

Hello? This is Superman— [A beat, followed by a sigh.] Kell-El of the Legion of Super Heroes. Someone better start talking before I start punching.


[Also, a moment later, anyone wandering the halls might stumble across a disgruntled and confused superdude. HAVE AT.]

1st sign of trouble

[onewordwarrior.livejournal.com]

( [FILTER: Molotov Cocktease] )

Treat 023;

[pumpkinbutt]

( Private )

( Those familiar with Arthurian Lore )

( Arthur )

[ And with all that filter fail out of the way Halloween finally sets down her pen, sighing heavily and looking up from the table in the coffee shop she's sitting outside. Only she went there and got hot cocoa because she's 3 years old and coffee is too bitter for her.

Girl looks pretty conflicted over various things and could use some cheering up/a distraction ): ]

....This is so dumb. What the heck am I doing??

[ ooc; open/over the journals! Although journal only for the Arthurian Lore bit, the rest is in person :>

EDIT: work now, bbl♥ BACK ]

003

[psychomance.livejournal.com]

[Okay, well that was the worst, and weirdest, Valentines Day ever. He has to ask--]

So... does weird stuff like that typically happen on the holidays around here? Just curious.

[Other wise, Neku is doing relatively well. He decided that it's probably safe to leave his room now, so he's down in the kitchen making something to eat. Feel free to bother him.]

[ooc: opeeeeen]

♱ 0:1

[carriesthefaith.livejournal.com]

[ at first there are only sounds recorded in the entry. pounding footsteps, a crash of splitting wood, and then a pause, soon to be followed by what could be construed as a startled grunt.

more sounds follow, though someone listening might have trouble figuring out what they mean. it's just the occasional thump and clatter of things being moved around, the sounds slowly getting louder as he nears the journal, then a long drawn out silence. he's found the journal, but... ]

...A book?

[ the man's gravelly voice says nothing else for awhile, only offering a sigh before there's the creak of a door opening and more footsteps, though now they're fading. he has no reason to bring a random book with him on his search, after all. distantly, his voice can be heard saying one more thing before the sounds of his arrival fade completely ]

Solara.


[ ooc; Since he ditched the journal he won't be responding to any comments made there, but your character is free to run into him while he tries to get the hell out of the castle! Anywhere in the halls or just outside of the castle is game.

He might look a little intimidating though, especially with the machete and bow strapped to his pack...and the handgun he's holding. /cough ]

11th rhyme without reason// open

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

( Anyone she bumped into on Valentines )

( Joshua  )

[Now that she's done with that, Rhyme will look out her window. It seemed to be a beautiful day outside, and what 13-year-old could resist that? Not Rhyme. She'll be making her way down to the first floor when she stops. Her hat. It's gone. But she wants to get outside, to the garden. Where could it have gone? She'll start backtracking, looking for her hat. Hopefully no one stole it...]

twenty eight buttons

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

It's so... quiet around here.

Either something's up, or everyone's just being boring.

...Has anyone had a birthday yet this year? Anniversary? The day your hamster died?

C'mon, people. Give me something to talk  about.

(no subject)

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

Who: Abel Nightroad, Cain Knightlord
What: Cain's awakening from his loss as 01.
When: After this.
Where: Their room in the Satis tower.
Rating: MATURE... just to be safe. Some disturbing subject matter (lolbeheading, mindrape) may occur during conversation BUT NO VIOLENCE HERE KIDS.

( Read more... )

(no subject)

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[filtered from Cain Knightlord; backdated to right after this]

[a tired edge of tension in his voice, as he dictates;] ...Please, if you-- spoke to me here -- don't listen to anything I may have said. It wasn't actually... me, but Cain under the influence of his loss--

[a little scrape of a chair]

He's no longer dangerous. ...The loss has ended, and he's with me.

...I can't account for his whereabouts for a majority of the time he was missing, nor the things he did while impersonating me -- if anyone is injured or... has otherwise been hurt... please. Please-- let me know.

If there's anything I can do at all--

[w-well. he just sort of cuts off, there... ;(]

...I sincerely hope you won't hold what's been done against him. Cain wasn't-- himself... My brother is a good man-- a pacifist, and as gentle a person as exists. I promise you, he isn't capable of this sort of...

...ah.

I'm so... sorry for everything you've all endured.

[the journal gently closes. replies will probably be delayed, ICly, as he watches over his brovver >:]

Log 008//: Questioning Things and a Riddle

[azure-guardian.livejournal.com]

( Zelkova )

( Colette )

[Those filters done, Kite decides to adress the residents themselves. To those who know the AI, he sounds unusually chipper but that's because he's turned up his happiness files.]

I-I have a riddle for everyone t-today.

Over the Keel Mountains,
Meets an ape with human speech.
The ape asks,
"What clings to you?
Bear it—you cannot.
Accept it—you cannot.
But hidden—it is from you.
Recite its name."

F-filter your answer t-to me, 'Kite', w-when you t-think you k-know it. D-don't tell anyone else w-what it b-because that wouldn't b-be fair.

(no subject)

[multiplicable.livejournal.com]

( Private )

For anyone that met her, Layla Miller was sent back.

∅ eleventh virus unleashed

[thatsmy-niche.livejournal.com]

( Fred )

( Sister )

[and a bit later when his hangover is feeling a little better, he's gonna realize he hasn't heard from someone since waking up again and instead of filtering he's just going to go to Penelope's room to check on her. He gets there and sees the door is blank.]

Man....

[he doesn't know how long she's been gone, but he's pretty sure didn't see anything in the journal about it, so he'll just sigh and hang his head.]

Don't know how long it's been or if it's already been said, but...Penelope Garcia went home. For anyone that knew her...

[...he owed her a game day. Guess that's not gonna happen.]

{Obviously backdated to the 15th.}

» 25

[letsbe_clear]

[It's Saturday and by some miracle of miracles, Cordelia isn't working. So she decided she had a brilliant idea to get up and actually go OUT for the evening. She cleaned up, got dressed up and planted herself on a stool at Caritas. She just wants to get out and be social for a while.

Was that too much to ask?

She settled onto the stool, journal open on the bar next to her, and a drink in her hand. She hasn't been out in a long time, and it's possible she may be meeting some friends later, but for right now ... she's alone, and this is good.]


[Open open open. If you're a friend of Cordelia's, feel free to say you made plans to meet her here. I'll play along either way.]

(no subject)

[newgothamoracle.livejournal.com]

( Tony Stark )

( Booth )

[ nineteen; ]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ Bruce has, somewhat predictably, been hiding out in his room all day today. Towards the evening, though, he ventures into town. He doesn't do any window shopping and in fact he looks a little peeved as he makes a bee-line for a flower shop, purchases something and then heads back to the castle.

From there he goes right up to the roof to sit on the ledge and watch the sun setting over the horizon. He doesn't move for a very long time, instead just sitting there and thinking, gently cradling two white roses in his hands.

Bother him if you like, but saying he's not one for conversation at the moment would be an understatement. ]

46 ... exit stage left

[brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com]

[Dictated. She hid for a few days after the dreaded V-Day, and is just now poking her head back into public.]

Please tell me the next holiday is not for a while. I think I need a break!



[After that little outburst, she's hopping on her pissy trusty cat-steed Ruffian and doing her usual sweep of the castle. You only find the most interesting things if you look for them.]



[[ooc: Okay, this is 7's last post. Open post/open journal/open like a 24 Hour Starbucks with free wifi.]]

❀ 006

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ BACKDATED TO THE 15TH; ]

( room filter )