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[fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com]

[having woken from a nice long sleep to find the castle had gone to hell while he was out made Paul more anxious than ever to get things going with Eunice. So, he's headed down to his partner's room to talk with her. Stopping in front of her door, he stares at it for a moment... rather, he stares at its lack of nameplate]

No. Don't you fuckin' dare.

[throwing open the door, he looks at the empty room in anger before slamming his fist against the door]

FUCK!

[He sighs, about to close the door when he spots something on the windowsill. Walking over, he closes his eyes as he lays his hand over her gun]

Good luck, little girl. We're gonna need it.

Twenty Eight Frogs

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

( To the Castle (Private) )

[Hello, Paradisa. Did you miss your resident wet blanket? He's sounding particularly awake, tonight...not all that surprising considering the week long nap he just woke up from]

It would seem there's a lot of us who simply dozed off for a week. Shameful. Truly shameful. A bit of good rest is a handy thing, not that it does much good in situations such as these, but I hardly needed a week of it. It's not proper at all.

It's hardly the sort of thing to forgive... not a forgivable offense at all... but my apologies all the same.

A Marsh-Wiggle who just sits aside and lets a ghost terrorize children. It's not respectable. Not in the least.

[Puddle will be outside, glaring down at the burnt patch where Slenderman's tree was, kicking at the dirt with his bare, webbed feet and drinking from his flask]

Seventy Ninth Song

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

Another day, another piece of doom out of the way. Next time something screwy happens to us, can we please get something involving relaxing in a spa or maybe sitting at a pool sipping cocktails? That'd be good.

...Has anyone seen Tamaki? The kid hasn't been around to ruin my club, it's getting creepy.

[And inside Caritas, Lorne is back to moving beds and supplies back into the basement, making this a place of buisness again. The journal just about picks up a conversation he's having with someone inside the building]

If you don't sit down to rest soon, I'm gonna glue your ass to a chair.

We ****ed the ****er Party II (Open Event)

[chrgin-my-sword.livejournal.com]

Looks like the shit has finally passed. Some of us are probably pretty fucked up, others are looking like they need an excuse. So I figure...I'm gonna do what this asshole did when I was here way back when. So...

[clears throat thoroughly]

HEY! RESIDENTS OF CAIR PARADISA! YOU BOOK OWNERS AND THE NEARBY DUMBFUCKS THAT FORGOT THEM! LISTEN UP!

Now that we've sent the fucker packing all the way back to 4chan, courtesy of you sweet bastards kicking the real ass around here, it's time you get your honor and celebration. It's also time we give those of us less fortunate the chance to get picked back up, embraced, and drunk off their lightweight asses.

I'm talking the works. Free drinks of every variety, all of the snacks, all of them, dancing, karaoke, a bucking bronco. If it belongs in a party, it's sitting in the Deathmatch, waiting for you to come down and own that bitch. And the best part about it?

IT AIN'T ENDING UNTIL MIDNIGHT TOMORROW! THAT'S RIGHT, WE'RE DOING THIS BITCH. WE'RE MAKING THIS HAPPEN. WE'RE HAVING A...

WE FUCKED THE FUCKER PARTY!

DeathMatch. Starting right freaking now. Everyone on floor 2? I strongly suggest either coming in, or finding temporary lodgings elsewhere. Cause right now, this floor belongs to us.



[When you happen upon the second floor, you'll already notice the signs leading towards the bar, and the tables filled just outside it's opened doors. One one table is beer, lots of it. And on the other, for the kids, is much more appropriate drink. Like root beer and that stuff.

Once you get in, it's literally got everything you could imagine seeing in a huge celebration. Go nuts, it is a magic castle after all. You will notice that what's playing right now, however, is this, and rightfully so of course.

Just remember. Do not, under any circumstances, let Travis start singing Celine Dion]

it resulted in seven blackouts

[notjamesbond.livejournal.com]

It...it's over now, right?

[Guess who's been staying locked up in his room since this Slenderman business began? His voice sounds rather worried, as if he's afraid this Slenderman is going to haunt him in his sleep or something.]

I'm sorry I couldn't help...I'm not the best at research or, erm, exorcising creatures, you see. I mean, the only thing I can do is break electronic devices, and I'm pretty sure Slenderman doesn't use any of those...

Anyways, I'm glad everyone's safe. I really hope that he never returns again. I think I had enough nightmares about him to last me a month...

How is everyone?

Nepeta: Enter.

[rogueofheart]

[It's just another ordinary day in the kitchen.

Until the door of the microwave is ripped off of its hinges, seemingly shredded into pieces. Anyone in the vicinity will see a small... girl? Troll? falling out of the microwave and onto the floor, journal tumbling out after her and landing on the floor, open.

It doesn't look like anyone will be using that microwave for a while.]

:33 < maybe i should have stayed put after all.

:33 < where is this place? it doesn't look like the lab at all. it's so bright!

[She rubs her eyes with a long sleeve as she picks herself up off of the ground and peers back into the--oh. That doesn't look like the duct she had crawled through at all.]

:(( < uh oh.

(no subject)

[averybusyman.livejournal.com]

Who: Lex Luthor, Robert Chase
What: Arrival to Paradisa
When: Tuesday, March 8th
Where: Clinic
Rating: PG

( Anyone is free to come visit! Just don't kill the man, please. )

✹ 003

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[Well, now that all of that craziness involving Slenderman was over and done with, this girl will be returning to her regular routine, thankfully. We wouldn't want crazy events getting her all stirred up!

Today, she's parked herself on a pillow, tucked neatly under the edge of a coffee table in the lobby. She has her usual pad of paper, pen, and cup of pudding at her side while she focuses intensely on the task at hand.

That task is ... playing Jenga! Yes, she is being very careful not to knock the tower over ... but she's just started, so it isn't looking too difficult at this point.

Care to join her?]

007. - End of hibernation [dictated/action]

[pulled-across.livejournal.com]

[Guess who else has been asleep for a week? Maybe even a little bit over a week, actually, because time can blend together in the TARDIS. One minute she was pouring over history books in the TARDIS wondering if her brain was slowly turning into mulch from all of the skimming she was doing...and then she woke up with a leg cramp, ink smudges, and a powerful craving for coffee the TARDIS was all out of.

By the time she made it from the TARDIS sitting on the lawn to the kitchen she found she was something close to ravenous, too.

After a bit of rummaging and impatiently waiting for toast and eggs, she settles down on a kitchen chair and doesn't bother looking at her journal until after she's finished most of it.]

Doctor, do you think we could move the TARDIS into the castle? I have never walked so far in my life to get toast and eggs.

[She squints at the journal a moment.] Which is the room the other TARDISes are in? D'you think there's room for three?

[OOC: She is too groggy to bother filtering something that's not overly sensitive information. She's also still chilling in the kitchen if someone wants to come and see her in person.]

0003 ❀ recorded/action

[advertoimpetus.livejournal.com]

( filtered to Josh )

[Laurie's skulking wandering about the halls searching for the famous Cair Paradisa clinic. She doesn't look all that happy because of...well...ow. She's got one arm around her middle and is biting her lower lip.

Finally, she happens upon it, and enters. Looking around, she finds herself in what reminds her quite a bit of the medical bay back home below the academy.]

Hello?

(no subject)

[batfail.livejournal.com]

( [private] )

I don't know about you guys, but I'm down for some R&R. Or maybe just F&R. Uhh... Fun and relaxation, if you didn't catch that.

That said, if anyone's itching for some ping pong, I'll be in the game room.

I warn you now that I'm pretty awesome.

[[ooc: Feel free to action it up in the game room :) ]]

Log 012//: Shutdown

[azure-guardian.livejournal.com]

( Those who helped defeat Slenderman, regardless of what they did )

( Zelkova )

I-If anyone n-needs me, I'll b-be in the c-church. I-I need....to...

[There's a soft thump as Kite's auto systems finally force the AI to shutdown. Apparently it is possible for him to get tired.]


[ooc: open like usual. responses via journal will be delayed ICy. I'll stop spamming the comun now.]

002: wat

[magicalhair.livejournal.com]

[aw yeah paradisa!

rapunzel has (thankfully) been sleeping the entire gruesome plot, and has now woken up in some strange room that isn't hers, yet... is in a tower? that's right. her room's in satis tower. ironic or whaaat? luckily she's kind of over that shock, she's too busy checking out her new ballin' journal that her new friend cassie told her about :3 she leaves it open, and her hand instinctively goes to her hair, frowning. huh. it's lookin' kinda haggard and bushy. she finds a brush on her dresser and puts it to her tresses

which deflect the hairbrush and sends it clattering to the floor.

da..... fuuuuuuuuu....

she picks it up and tries again, but it flies out of her hands once it comes near her hair. again, and again, like there's some invisible barrier. SO WEIRD. she tosses the brush back on the bed, thinking, because seriously, this can only end badly, and having 70 feet of thick tangled hair doesn't sound very cool. distractedly, she pulls the journal into her lap and says in a slightly dazed voice]


So... haha! I think I just found out my loss. [pause] And it's kiiind of a weird one, too.

The dead do dishes

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

[Percy is in the kitchen trying to make a sandwich for himself. The ghosts keep trying to help him by bringing him stuff]

Blue Cherry Coke? [a glass of it appears for him]

Wow. That's kinda cool, but... what's with you guys? Are you ghosts or what?