6 lasers fired

[butdaaaaad.livejournal.com]

Who: Gosalyn and Drake Mallard (Darkwing Duck)
What: Gosalyn has a very peculiar nightmare
When: March 1, around 3 AM.
Where: Room 603
Rating: PG

( nightmares of things to come )

018. I Can't Quit You Baby

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

( private )

( Room 509. )

♬ the pianoman's twenty-seventh song ♬

[lawyerlarry.livejournal.com]

[Larry's been at Caritas tonight. He's been peforming and working and such.]

[But as the hours tinker into early morning, and once the general population has filtered out of Caritas, he's sticking around a bit longer. His shirt is unbuttoned comfortably, and his sleeves rolled up. He opened his journal to say something to someone, but he got distracted and it's now laying open on top of the piano while he tries to play this. Mostly for fun, for the staff cleaning up, and for any stragglers. Just for the heck of it really.]

"-while Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters-"

MREOW.

[he falters for a moment, then thinking he was just hearing something he keeps going]

"-while Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters, sons of bankers-"

MREEOWWW.

"-turn around to say good morning to the night-"

[and a batting at his ankles] MREOWWWW.

[yeah, there's a little kitten trying to interrupt his playing. He is not pleased. He also has no idea why there is a cat in Caritas.]

{Last ditch funtimes before horror anyone?}

☢FORTY-TWO

[unhands.livejournal.com]

( room filter )

(no subject)

[gothiphile.livejournal.com]

Where are all the normal people in this place?

Just a little bit earlier, I had a guy show up in my wardrobe. My wardrobe! Even Zoro's never managed to wind up in there!

And don't even get me started on Tyki.

Now I can imagine this place would be a lot more boring if it was nothing but normals, but can't we find a nice middle ground? A middle ground without weird stalkers that show up in your wardrobe or bathroom? And without Tyki?



Which reminds me. Zoro, you're protecting me from that stalker. He's going to show up again. I can feel it.

He left behind some weird straw dolls, too. I'm going to burn them.

Pawn, part one

[guyofgisborne]

Who: Guy of Gisborne
What: Guy wakes up from a very strange and very real dream of home.
When: tonight
Where: Clinic
Rating: PG

( Marian! Marian! )

sixty-five.

[fanassaults.livejournal.com]

[ BACKDATED A FEW DAYS ]

( Kallen )

05 [ falling down ]

[possiblycantdie]

[ Since speaking with Maladict, Mina had found the wish system to be particularly useful in many aspects - until she found that her abilities were nonfunctional ]

My God.

[ And she became quiet again, the faint sounds of what she was doing being the only thing audible. And now another flask was lined up on her desk with more unusable contents ]

This shouldn't be possible.

jukebox selection E02 - Black Dog; Led Zeppelin

[huntersdaughter]

[after being awoken by a giant St. Bernard... Jo is already not a fan of March]

( Dean Winchester )

[Filtered away from Jilly]

Does anyone have any experience with any of the following things?

[written list:]

- Art galleries
- Lighting
- Dry-wall


[back to dictating] I'm sure there are other things, but I've been doing some work in the city to try and get an art gallery open for the residents. I'd like to do it for Jilly, which - by the way - this would be a surprise, so please don't tell her.

She teaches an art class and I know I've seen a lot more art in these pages the last few months. I thought it'd be nice to have a place to showcase it and Jilly's talked about opening one, but she just hasn't had the time.

I'd appreciate the help, since one of my tall people just ended up on a loss.

as you sow you reap

[paradisamods]

discovering the tree

[A tree has appeared on the grounds, to the south of the castle.

While trees are nothing new to Cair Paradisa, a castle ringed by thick forests, this one is a little different. Most noticeably, it stands apart from the tree-line, perhaps by fifty yards or so. This lonely place on the grounds is complimented by the tree's ash-grey branches, barren and twisting, reaching to the sky in gnarls. It has no leaves, no sign of life.

Curiously, though, it is very sturdy –– so sturdy, in fact, that nothing will phase it. Strength nor fire nor magic seems to even sway its branches.

And, noticeable to the most observant, there are the roots. Where the dirt and matted, winter-worn grass meets the base of the trunk and the odd roots that jut up before diving down, one may notice the wood is soaked wet by some red liquid.

They call it a blood tree for a reason.]



DIRECTORY
plot overview | volunteering | ooc tag | ic tag | day one

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[videres.livejournal.com]

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> Dave: Pester John and Jade to ease your nerves.

[hardonic.livejournal.com]

Who: Anyone with a working Pesterchum or Trollian client! Which meaaaans... dupable, hardonic, frostandfrogs, peroxicide, unironically, rocketchair, thiefoflight, and ar0se. Phew!
What: Memos are fucking awesome. Dreams... not so much.
When: A little later in the afternoon of March 1st.
Where: THE INTERNETS. And their individual rooms I guess idk.
Rating: Mature for extremely vivid language, and immature for lololol eight thirteen year olds in one chatroom.

( CURRENT turntechGodhead [CTG] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board CASTLE WONDERFUCK. )

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[batfail.livejournal.com]

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( [Hall/room filterrrr] )

.13

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

( Peter Petrelli )

First Toll

[hasnoneeds.livejournal.com]

This place isn't so bad, I don't mind sleeping in and getting room service. This is a lot nicer than just hanging out at Muenzuka, not that I don't enjoy that place on a good spring day. But, it's kind of funny isn't it? Ghost servants and this magic book. The ghosts aren't even very interesting, nothing to talk about, I thought maybe they might be more like those from Hakugyokurou, but they're more like the souls I carry over to their judgment. That doesn't make for good conversation at all. At least the ones I ferry have a few stories to go with them though.

So, the way I see it other people have these books too, right? I can see all sorts of conversations going on, so tell me, where are all of you from? I can't be the only one from somewhere else here.

[Wandering around the halls of the castle, a rather tall busty red head carrying a crooked scythe can be found. She is talking into the journal and meandering around rather casually, as if she has nowhere better to be right at the moment. She seems pretty relaxed.]

001 quarter in the arcade

[arcade-god.livejournal.com]

[Flynn had never appreciated just how slowly time crawled through cyberspace until he’d been stuck there – like an artist prisoner in his own painting – for what amounted to decades. It’s a hell of a long time to go without seeing the sun, tasting air that actually tastes like air, or without the barrage of everyday sounds he used to take for granted.

When he wakes slumped over the front of a freaking arcade cabinet, of all things, his face smooshed up against the glass screen and the familiar beeping and blooping of a dozen other games sounding around him, he’s positive he’s dreaming.]

Oh, man. As if my life couldn’t get any weirder.

[His voice is still weighed down by the disorientation of a long sleep. When he straightens up, he finds his hands wandering over a book open beside the joystick poking out of the game’s control console, and he stares at it blankly for a minute while the flashing characters on the screen bounce a diffuse, multicolored light off its white pages.]

[OOC: He’s in the Game Room! In person or via journal is fine. Be warned that I might be slow-ish to respond.]

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[protects.livejournal.com]

[It was business as usual in room 320 today--well, for the most part. Angel woke up later on in the afternoon (he still hadn't adjusted his sleep schedule) and wished himself up a nice glass of animal blood before he ever even realized how oddly quiet it was.

Assuming that Cordelia was out, he dismissed her absence until he caught sight of her life-sized likeness just sort of ... chilling next to the sofa. Now typically it takes a lot to creep out a creature of the night. Plastic Cordelia watching his every move? Definitely creepy.

His first order of business (after repositioning Cordy!mannequin so that she wasn't facing the room/him so much as she was facing the wall a nice picture hanging on the wall) was to grab his journal and confirm that this wasn't just some sort of questionable purchase]

Has anyone seen Cordelia today?

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[merriment.livejournal.com]

( damian )

001 bullets fired

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[If a machine could be said to be unhappy, then Unit HC IIIX Hercules Tres Iqus was a distinctly unhappy machine. The moment he had arrived in this castle he had run diagnostics to determine his location, as well as activate his internal tracking and GPS to pinpoint how far he was from the Vatican.

None worked. He must be severely malfunctioning to not be able to tell where he was or how to return to Rome, an automatic internal memo was filed and flagged as high importance to speak to Father William Wordsworth once he returned for repairs.

It took 0.54 seconds to run through all potential logical reasons for his relocation to an unknown place, and whittle them down to the most probable. There was to be an assassination attempt on the Duchess of Milan and her bodyguards were being scattered. A hand went immediately towards his gun holster, lips already forming the flat words: ‘Battle system: Initiated’ when his fingers met thin air instead of the metallic butt of a gun.

Weaponless.

The situation had now moved into urgent, and there was no more time to wait in idle speculation (of which he had already wasted 0.76 seconds), he must find where he was and who was responsible. Opening the door to his room, mismatched eyes processed the small plaque bearing his name and serial number, filing the information for future reference as he set off through the hallways.]

This is HC IIIX Tres Iqus, codename “Gunslinger”, requesting a geographical location immediately.

[ooc: He's baaaaack. Open over the journals or in person <3]

Disc; The World

[enrico-puccio.livejournal.com]

[Tap tap tap... pen beside the journal goes tap tap tap... thinking about writing, scribbling little notes on the margins of the pages and then quickly crossing them out.

Stone Mask
Bone of Dio
Green Child

Eventually he drops the pen and just outright asks.]


Who here is a Vampire?

Five

[blorks.livejournal.com]

...You ever get that feelin' you're being followed?

Anyways, are we suspicious of trees now? Because there's this pine I know who I'm pretty sure was the third gunman on the grassy knoll. You should probably do a background check on it. Just sayin'.

[He gives a yawn]

Hey and don't forget the gian... gian...

[Snoring sounds get. Guido's out cold for the rest of the week. Brock, don't murder him in his sleep :/]

021 years late

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[Having taken samples of the blood and the dirt around the tree, Eleven has spent most of the day in the TARDIS' lab, performing every single test imaginable.... and a few he just made up because he was running out of ideas.]

Oh come on. There's got to be more. That can't be all there is to it! [frustrated, he slams his hand against the table and sighs] If only I could get a sample of the tree itself.

[running a hand through his already messy hair, he looks around the lab before picking up the test tube containing the blood] Right. Let's try this one, then. [moves off to another incredibly complicated looking device and starts another test]

((ooc: Open like an open thing! Bug him over the journal or in the TARDIS. Let's get our research on!))

0002 ❀ recorded

[advertoimpetus.livejournal.com]

I love the castle's library! I've never seen a library so big and wide...or so polished and full of so many books. Um, I took some books with me back to-- [Wait! Wait! Can't say where she's staying or else Julian will find out!] --my room. I hope no one minds...

[She pauses, then speaks once more.]

I also visited the room with all the games. It's a lot of fun! Um. Until your character dies...too many times. [She's not really that much of a gamer. And it showed in how many times she ended with a zero for her score on so many levels of the various games she tried to play.]

And...I'm not really good at DDR... So...can I ask for some help? Please?