got soul but I'm not a soldier

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor's been in the TARDIS tinkering, ever since he rescued Nill from Insolitus, working on the navigational circuits a little more.

however, his eyes started crossing from staring at the wiring for so long, so he's taking a break, catching up on happenings, and generally just thinking about Paradisa in general. he'll start thinking aloud, after a moment]

Goodness, all this investigating and tinkering and running about and saving people in one place for so long ... I don't think I've stayed in one place for this long a time since my days with UNIT. ... I daresay, I don't want to know what the Brigadier would think of all this. He'd probably dismiss it all as a bunch of poppycock and try to get up a squadron to find their own way out. [he chuckles a little, fondly] Though, he did seem to have mellowed, the last time I saw him ... but that's what time does to people, in some cases.

Good old UNIT ... oh! You know, that reminds me. Anyone know how a Time Lord might go about getting himself into this Peace Patrol I've heard so much about? It seems I'm a good deal overdue for membership...

( [Filtered to Biologists] )

( [Riful] )

((OOC: In memoriam, partially.))

004 Points

[tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com]

( Cut for length - Kitchen shenanigans abound )

A Lover's Quarrel

[succubitch]

Who: Lilah Morgan and Wesley Wyndam Pryce
What: A discussion that quickly leads into a fight.
When: 2/23
Where: The Lobby to begin with.
Rating: Probably safe to warn for R, considering these two..

( She Had Not Seen Him In A Few Days, Not Since They Had Set Up Their Bet )

DRAWN LOG :)

[heirdom]

Who: Damian, Stephanie and... someone intervening.
What: Bruce has installed a whiteboard in the new Batcaveroom. Shenanigans ensue.
When: Todayish.
Where: Batroom.
Rating: PG.

THIS IS A DRAW-LOG.

( I HATE YOUUUUUUUU )

(no subject)

[peroxicide.livejournal.com]

Who: peroxicide, rocketchair, and unironically
What: Fuck this shit. This shit needs organising!
When: February 23rd, evening
Where: ON THE INTERNET
Rating: PG for Karkat's foul mouth. D:B

--CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CG] opened a memo RIGHT NOW on board: SUNSHINE RUMPUS BUTT FACTORY--

( HERE BE TROLLTEXT )

Vriska: Be cooler than cool.

[thiefoflight.livejournal.com]

[For those in the KITCHEN, you may notice the FRIDGE practically jump with an unseen impact, as if something had crashed deep within its shallow depths.

It seems as though whatever is inside is being jostled, broken, and squished by something moving around inside, subdued growls coming from behind closed doors.

Dare you look? Dare you investigate? What if it's a dangerous FRIDGE MONSTER?

Or worse........ a TROLL?

For those who are too wary or uncaring to look, there may be a string of angry grumbling coming from a behind a pickle jar and a freshly-squeezed mustard container. And, oh. Yeah. It's all on her hair. And in her hands, and... this JOURNAL. Incoming!]

SHIT!
SHIIIIIIIIT!
Agh! What the fuuuuuuuuck?
Way to sock a troll in the face, Kanaya! What the........

[Oh. Hey. Is that-- AHH! EW, IT'S EVERYWHERE! YELLOW, DISGUSTING--]

Is this 8LOOD? I haven't seen Sollux in-- SHIT!

[Oh. It's cold. It's... Where is she? WHY IS IT DARK? WHAT DO?]

_{(ooc. Yes. Vriska has appeared in Paradisa. In the kitchen. IN THE REFRIGERATOR. Ffffffff. :::;D)}

|001|

[stone-em.livejournal.com]

Fuckin' hell! What in bloody hell is this place?!

I wake up this morning an' this isn't my room. First I thought it was Maxxie's (I have been spending a hell of a lot of time there.....) but no. This is a bloody castle.

An' I know I'm not dreamin'.

Unless.....?

No, can't be. I'd remember that, wouldn't I? No, I definitely didn't take any pills last night... still remember the last time I tried that [shudders]. It fuckin' sucks, ya know. Stupid brain injury fucked up my body chemistry or something. Spliff just makes me sick, and pills... fuck, don't even get me started.

[Wanders around the room, chewing on the pencil's eraser. He's already looked out the window countless times, and wandered into the hallway, but hasn't seen anyone else yet.]

I wonder if they miss me. Doubt 'Chelle does, she's probably fuckin' ecstatic now she gets to shag Sid all the time. Sid... Ah, fuck it.

Maxxie will miss me. He's a good mate. Great bloke, really.

Now where can I get me a proper cup of tea, eh?

© OOΠΙ. psychopaths hate feelings

[crazyscreamer.livejournal.com]

[there's a soft laugh that starts to creep in over the journal...

building, slowly, both in volume and amount...

it's near maniacal when she finally gasps in for air that, really, she doesn't need.


Then it stops.]


She's gone.

[silence... is it because Callisto is a creeper or because she's vanished off to go do something evil?]

-7-

[coocoo4craycray.livejournal.com]

( Private; )

[the rest of the feed, is public so all the journals we'll hear this wonderful delightful laughter good enough to make the ears of small animals and children bleed.  There's always a silver lining, right?]

I guess there's always time for Plan C. [another moment, of sadistic glee as he chuckles, almost...satified by what he's going to do]

Endulge me, won't you?  If any of you can, what would you do to get what you want, even if it weren't feasible.  Even if it meant destroying everything around you, would you do it? Could you do it?!? 

I wonder...[All that's left is another high pitched cackle before and he shuts the journal without a second glance]

Episode 60

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[Peter hasn't thought about flying in a long time. Not since after Nathan's funeral. But the idea is starting to appeal to him again thanks for Fred. The only problem is he doesn't know for sure if he has that power.

So he decides to test it far from the castle. The stables look pretty deserted so he goes there. First he tries just summoning the ability but nothing happens. So after making sure no one is around he climbs up on the roof. He takes a deep breath, focusing on all those emotions that used to let him fly...

THUD. He falls hard to the ground]

Ow. That... didn't work.

[he gets up, hoping no one saw that]


[open post at the stables or journal to wtf at this weirdo]

Magic and Money

[exdemon]

Who: nomorevengeance and enjoythe_ride
What: Anya's store exists here! Only problem is, someone else is in charge.
When: Daytime
Where: The Magic Box
Rating: Probably PGish?

( If you don't look in the Magic Box, everything is both exploded and unexploded. )

(6) Spells Woven: [Mirror Image]

[spellweaving.livejournal.com]

[Malygos learned his lesson in getting too close to the castle during Valentine's Day. So anyone out for a stroll around the courtyard might spot a large blue dragon sitting at the perimeter, staring off into space with way-too-bright yellow eyes. He seems to be focusing on...something you can't see.

But if you didn't see him first, you probably spot a small whelpling hovering somewhere near you looking way too curious. Dare you touch it?]

( Alexstrasza's Gift Filter )

[ooc: OPEN. No journal, in person...anywhere you want. WHAT WOULD YOU DO FOR A BABY DRAGON? Or you can...spot the big guy himself, if you'd like.]

Dave: Be a good citizen.

[hardonic.livejournal.com]

attention dbags of the castle
so im pretty sure im one of the only people who seriously thinks that most people here have some serious fucking issues
for gogs sake some of you have scene fucking hair and clothes from the animes that is pretty much asking for the inevitable wahmbulance platoon if youre fucking genre blind
like that guy who got eye shanked in gangsters of nyc
grimms fairytale version that one story with the bad end for the poor fuck who wanted to get a piece of hot tower chick ass kind of blind
oedipus rex style blind
anyway
my point is that its pretty stupid
so im giving you to the ultimate how to deal with not being as g as dave strider primer and a killer app at the same time
and for the record youre welcome

anyway i made blingee and you can find it at [url on castlenet here]

( and heres what you do )

020 Years Late

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[Having long since figured out that he's being followed by a strange man wearing all pink, Eleven has decided to get to the bottom of all of this. Incredibly curious as he is, he's decided to get to the bottom of this. So he's wandering the halls, waiting for Jin to spot him. As soon as he knows Jin's following him, he heads towards the TARDIS, leaving the door to his room wiiiiide open.]

((ooc: Since Jin's loss is still going, Eleven is trying to trap the poor man. Feel free to spot him on his wandering, or in the TARDIS))

[061] Renji

[thirteenth.livejournal.com]

( Private )