♬ the pianoman's twenty-sixth song ♬

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[Larry should be working tonight. He has been ever since returning to himself. He worked earlier today, but tonight he's just hanging out. Hanging out in the music room, at the piano. With things on his mind as always. It's late, but not extremely late. He was playing a few songs just for himself, but now he cracks the journal open and without preamble or anything else he gently starts to play. And sing. Maybe it's for a friend and her exciting news. Maybe it's in memory of the better sides of his own relationships. Maybe it's just because for the first time in a long time he feels like playing something like this.]

[And the classic "The Very Thought Of You" reaches across the journals.]

[When finished he won't play another, he'll just let that song fade into silence and sit here a moment with his thoughts. More than likely he'll soon respond to anyone that talks to him...]

003;

[zombiesu.livejournal.com]

[ RUINED.

Is exactly how Ayumu feels after the worst Valentine's day ever--not only did he not get any chocolate, but he proposed to a girl and got rejected AND threatened by a middle-aged man. Stalked by a Goddess too, thanks Eris BI

The only upside of all this is Yuu arriving...but he's still going to head to the only place he feels truly comfortable, being a zombie and all: the graveyard. Which is where he sits down, on one of the headstones with a canned coffee in one hand. ]

Ugh....I can't even relax in the spot perfect for me. This is worse than any fate I thought I'd have when I died!

I've had enough...I miss my carefree life back home. Oh God, why have you given me a terrible fate like this?? What did I do to deserve this?


[ ooc; back-dated to today at like 3:00am :'> since zombies are nocturnal in his canon. And yes, he's talking to himself--this isn't even a dictated entry jfkdfgd OPEN POST for all you night crawlers, although he'll be hanging around for a good couple of hours at least. ]

[dictated - FILTERED TO EVERYONE BUT FELIX HARROWGATE] Well Now What?

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Filtered AWAY from Felix Harrowgate - so no peeking Felix]

At the risk of sounding something like an adolescent girl - is there a next appropriate step one should take when one has agreed to be more than friends with someone else?

[He's never had a real dating relationship, people, and now he's in one and he's somewhat confused on what to do. This was not in his proper training as a child, thank you. Does he make the next move? Should we wait for Felix to? He would take advice from the romance novels the castle has, buuuuut... ] 

Business as Usual

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

Who: Dr. Brennan truthin_bones, Agent Booth beltbucklerebel, and Dr. Sweets zone_of_truth
What: An unscheduled therapy session
When: Afternoon-ish
Where: Sweets' room
Rating: PG

( Tell me again, one more time. )

☮ two detention slips

[delincuente.livejournal.com]

[It's 7:45 a.m. and as much of Paradisa sleeps the morning away, this girl has been up for an hour, pacing restlessly around the library. She's wearing pajamas, and there's an empty mug in her hand. A massive book on marine biology is sitting open on a nearby table - her last ditch effort at trying to put herself back to sleep, once the warm milk and chamomile tea didn't help.]

Ugh. This isn't fair. It's like the middle of the night. And if a book can't put me to sleep, nothing can. 

[Sinking back down into her chair, Alex yawns widely.]

I'm open for suggestions. As long as it doesn't involve exercise, because that's not really my thing. 

[ooc: backdated liek woah to this morning.]

1 trap filled

[ectobabble.livejournal.com]

[there's a bright flash of purple light, and a sort of swirling vortex opens up over the duck pond. with a tremendous holler, a man in beige coveralls comes tumbling out and into the water. after a second, he hauls himself up, spluttering]

WOW. I gotta say, that is not the kind of whallop I expected a "Spirit Rifts for Dummies" book to pack. But I guess that's what happens when the darn thing's actually haunted, right, Spengler? ...

[he doesn't even really notice that the person he's addressing isn't there, at first - he's too busy checking all the gear hanging from his belt, then slings the pack off of his back onto the ground to inspect it for damage.] Though, I didn't think the spirit dimension would look quite so ... normal. What're you getting for readings?

[lack of response on THAT, now that gives him pause. he blinks, and looks over his shoulder] Spengler? ... Egon? ... Uh oh.

[he promptly dunks back under the shallows of the duck pond, flailing around in the murk, then comes back up] Well at least you didn't drown. That's good. ... Wherever you are ... you are not drowned. Mark in the plus column. [he fishes his walkie-talkie off his belt and switches it on with a squelch and a hiss] Winston? I got sucked in, but I can't find Spengler, have you heard from him?

[static.]

... Z, you there? C'min, Z. ... Winston? [he twists the dial] Egon. ... [more static, another twist of the dial, and then, a tone that can only be described as last-ditch hopeful] ... Venkman?

[static of statics. his shoulders slump a little] Oh, boy. Guess I'm on my own 'till I find a way outta here. [that glum tone? INSTANTLY gone as he looks back up]

A castle! Oh, wow! I wonder if I've been thrown back in time ... [he slings the pack back onto his shoulders with a grunt] Guess there's only one way to find out ...!

.01 cc of Counter Agent

[invisphilospher.livejournal.com]

[The journal picks up the sounds of a person waking up and stretching. Then a pause. The sheets rustle as the person gets out of bed, followed by the sounds of feet hitting the floor.

As footsteps cross the floor, the journal picks up an odd swooshing sound. The door opens, a pause as the occupant looks out in the hall and at the door where he sees… his name. The door shuts and there’s another swooshing sound. He leans back hard against the door and sighs]


Awww crap.

fourth.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

There really are an awful lot of books at the library here...it's way bigger than the one back home. I didn't think it would take me this long to go through them, but it's better than nothing. And since I've been marking the shelves I've been to already, that means I won't get lost in there!

...though I'm sorry if anything I used was yours; they were all things I found on the floor, and no one was around at the time...if you need it back, that's fine!


[ He'll be in the library if you'd prefer to meet him in person, rather than respond over the journals. And if you'd like to be missing something, feel free to find it among the shelves. ]

3rd Report: ~ Unfamiliar ~

[poisonousflame]

( Secret Report 01 (Private) )

[Some time later, Axel can be found in the kitchen, staring rather dubiously at a bar of very blue sea-salt ice cream. He knows that he's supposed to like the stuff, but the flavor is still so ... odd.]

Did I really eat this every day...?


[ ooc; open over the journal or in person! ]

. 10 . backdated a little like a bawss...

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

( Halloween )

[And so, sometime that evening, Ivan finds himself in the Lux, waiting for Lancelot to show up. He's picked a booth kind of out of the way, and ordered himself something to eat, both to look inconspicuous and ... well, because he's hungry. As he munches at his dinner, he looks up every few seconds to see if his target's walked in...]

((ooc: It's just espionage, really. Open like an open thing~ Distract/interfere/get all up in his bidness/whatever :P ))

0001 ❀ recorded

[advertoimpetus.livejournal.com]

[Laurie does not know where she is. Laurie does not know what is going on. Those are not good things at all for Laurie, or her nerves, which are now very much on edge. So much, that she doesn't notice that there is a journal on her bed...or that it is currently open.]

Wh-what's going on...

H-hello? Sofia? David? Noriko? Jay?





Is this a prank? Because it's not funny!

(no subject)

[billiardsplz.livejournal.com]

Last week was weird, but what can you do~

Heh. Take comfort that it won't happen again next year. The castle ain't that boring and senile yet.

'Cides, you have other things to worry about. Like White Day. You get paid back three times the amount you gave on Valentines for White Day. So all that smooching and other strange PDA? Three times.

(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

Who: heliotroping and windsturms, but open~
What: Guns, guns, and guns.
When: February 21st, afternoon
Where: Shooting range
Rating: General, but guns, Guns everywhere.

( Did I mention guns? )

(no subject)

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[there's a yawn over the journals as the pages are quickly flipped through... eventually stopping. someone sounds a little groggy, like they just woke up.]

I slept through the holiday? Hah... Good riddance.

I should try that the next time around, too.

(  Asuka  )

(  Two Face  )

005 ☄ action / voice

[hanfreakingsolo.livejournal.com]

[Out on the shooting range, Han's taking out his plentiful frustration.  

First, in a fit of craziness that he still couldn't exactly explain, but was going to write off as maybe something he drank, he'd manage to screw things up with Leia so well that she hadn't even talked to him in weeks.  Second of all, it was really hitting home that he wasn't getting out of this place any day soon.  

And third, well... the castle had really decided to be a dick with all those hearts and pink last week.  Valentine's Day, he'd be told, a celebration for lovers.

Buncha crap.

Now, he hefts a shotgun, feeling the difference in weight between this and a blaster rifle.  It's still bizarre to him how many weird looks he gets when he talks to anyone about laser technology in guns.  This whole bullet thing seems especially primitive, and not very practical.]

Can't be that different.

[What he's not expecting is the difference in recoil between micro-sized energy particles and a shotgun shell.  A strong of colorful Corellian curses escape his mouth as he almost drops the damn gun, the shot straying way off from the target.  At least it doesn't nail him in the face.]

Kriffing hell.

[Edit:  Han's accidentally shot Azure Kite.  Feel free to thread-jack ;;]

-----------

[SHORTLY THEREAFTER a voice message is added on the journal:]

Hey, if there's any medics out there... someone's been shot.  Out on the range.  .... It was an accident.  We need medical assistance, stat!

(no subject)

[raretype.livejournal.com]

[there's a sort of rustling fabric sound, as well as Nill's familiar fluttering... but it's all echo-y, like she's in a giant... tube... or something.

and those with really, really good ears can hear another skittering noise far away, and Nill can hear it too. she sounds a little out of breath.

she writes with a marker, in big letters.]

HELP [and then, almost as a polite afterthought.] please !

[and then she starts to draw a line... that turns left... and then turns right... and then left... and then another left, right, left, left, right, right, right, left, right, backwards, half-turn, up, left, a squiggle--well, okay, it's just starting to look like a mess of a maze.]

LOST



[[ooc: she's stuck in the Insolitus and may need rescuing. ):]]

attempt number sixteen ♓ (action) (dictated)

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

(  private  )

( everyone )

You know that feeling you get sometimes where you're just in such a miserable mood that you want to hide your face in the sand like an ostrich and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist? And you know that little voice in your head that's supposed to remind you that this is a horrible idea and you can't actually do it?

... Yeah. Sorry for disappearing off of the face of the Earth a little bit. I kind of had some ... issues. To deal with.

But, I'm back now! So. What'd I miss? Anyone else getting married that I should know about? [ ... ] Other than Clark and Lois, I mean. [ ... ] Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best question to ask with only a week of buffer. But, it's not like we have any sports teams to ask about. I have to do the best with what I have.

All the usual newbies settling in well?

(  room 2019 filter  )

←eight→

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

( [Smecker] )

[That done, there is one Harvey Dent down in the kitchen, poking at a pot of noodles. He really hasn't got anything to say, and hasn't for awhile. Just trying to keep his head down, even if his lesser half seems so determined to draw attention to himself]

[Oh well, at least he can still cook. At least he can still relax like that...]


((ooc: Open foreeever))

♛ 27

[emit.livejournal.com]

( Town Filter )

89.5 - hope she makes me better

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[ten o'clock! did any of you miss hearing "Everybody Knows" every Monday? awww, well, it's back again, so you can rejoice. Harry lets it play for a bit, then turns it down] H'okaaaay, we've got a lot of random shit that happened this week, in addition to everyone having Post-Valentine's-Day Angst, so let's get down to it and cover some ground, so we can get to the good stuff!

[he claps his hands and spins around in the chair] Okay, so first off, Lois and Clark are getting married, good for them. Congratulations, you two. Let me know if you need a DJ for the reception, heh heh heh.

In other news, somebody shrunk, somebody lost their mind, and ... someone else decided to join the party, and it sounds like someone just plain disappeared. There's still gonna be a party for the Animal Shelter. Come on, people. You care about little fuzzy animals, right? If you don't, God hates you and you're going to hell. You know, just like the bastards who decided to murder random townspeople out of nowhere, for no reason. Everybody out there, tryin' to catch 'em? Good luck. I know the one guy was on a loss, but ... from what I'm hearin', there was someone else involved, and ... [there's honest disgust in his voice, evident by the fact that it drops a few notches from his usual cynical tone] ... and that's just sick.

New people! I count Katniss, Peeta, Eucliwood, Sabah, Mina, Kell-el, Eli, Solara, Ray, Darien, and Laurie. Welcome to Paradise, you guys, leave your sanity at the door and don't forget to tip your ghostly waitstaff ---

Wait.

[there's a pause, and ... suddenly he's shoving stuff off his desk, making random noise and commotion, just because he CAN] What the hell am I doing? Is this actually a ROUTINE? Good god, I think I may have just made myself ---

[he starts coughing, violently, then does a particularly convincing mock-barf away from the journal, dumping the remains of his dinner - a bowl of spaghetti-os - into the trash with a well-timed, sick PLOP]

Ohhhh, god, why is it green...

Oh ...

Oh shit, I think I'm gonna die ... [choking noises]

... First person ever to die of unexpected routine poisoning .... fuck ...

... Someone feed my lizard ...

[and he proceeds to fall unceremoniously out of his chair. THUD.]

it resulted in six blackouts (and one marriage)

[notjamesbond.livejournal.com]

[If you're going down the stairs today, you might notice one Newton Pulsifer sitting on the bottom steps. He looks incredibly pensive, or upset, or possibly both. What could be bothering this poor man? His journal is open on the stair step beside him.]

Erm. I have a question. You know, it may sound rather silly, but I assure you, I'm being serious. Really.

Um, what if you- I mean, a friend got married to someone they really liked? Just because of a loss. But what if they weren't prepared for it at all? Would there be a way to un-marry in this place? Do divorces exist here in Paradisa?

W-What I'm basically trying to say is...is there a way to call back a marriage so that the friend in question could take back everything they said during Valentine's Day and hopefully not incur the wrath of their new wife...

[He drifts off and rubs his forehead with a worried expression.]

...Oh God, I'm totally buggered, aren't I?


[ooc: Basically, Newt got married to Eris over Valentine's Day. This will totally be a lot of fun for him. :Db]

(no subject)

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

I swear, I keep saying I will start more conversations over this thing, but then I forget to pick up the journal. I guess I'm just not the diary type. If this thing were a blog, it'd probably be easy to whip up something every day, but somehow picking up a pen and actually writing is the biggest task ever. I feel like if I stop and get hooked on this thing I might slack off, too, and then I'd just sit around forever. I'm simultaneously a victim and a survivor of the Facebook era.

Life is good otherwise, though. No marriages, no awkwardness, no lousiness. And I'm only a few weeks off the two year mark. Fun, fun stuff.


( Dick )

( Tim and Claire )