blog eighty-one - backdated to around noon

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[there's a snort, and then one Barney Stinson wakes up out of a sound sleep, the sleep of the dead - or at least, the castle-coma'd. he reaches up to drag a hand over his face ---

--- and nearly chokes when he gets a face full of shaving cream. there is an inimitable snorfing, choking sort of sound as he recovers from the shock, and then---]

D'aaaaaaaggghhhhh. ... Okay. Okay, whoever? Points for the classics, but I doubt I needed that all up in my sinuses. [snort. snuffle] What day is it, anyway ...? [he consults the journal, and --]

No way. No way, how did I sleep halfway through this? HOW?

[he barrels out into the hall, wishing up a towel along the way to clean up his face. NO TIME, there are plans that should have been made DAYS ago, and --]

Lily! LILY, OPEN UP! I can't believe you were gonna let me miss Awesomeness Day! LILYYYYYYYY ALLLDRII-- er. ERRRRIIIICKSOONNNNNNNNNNNN....

[pounds on her door. POUND POUND POU---]






Fine. You know what? Fine. Your loss. It's Thursday, right? So.

ATTENTION EVERYONE. GIANT BEACH PARTY IN THE SEASONS ROOM! RIGHT NOW!

[when Paradisa hands you lemons, make cocktails and give yourself melonoma...]

032 Green Bird

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

[Edward is bored.

Edward has also decided that there are far too many people in the castle she hasn't met yet.

So Edward has decided to go door to door and introduce herself... to everyone in the castle.

Clearly, it's going to be a long day.

She's walking the halls, knocking on every door and singing]


Knock Knock, who's there? Edward! Edward who? Edward wants to meeeet yooouuuuu!


((ooc: There is a lanky red headed child knocking on your door. Wat do?! It can be any time day or night, it's gonna take quite a while to knock on every. single. door.))

when words and sense are torn asunder

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

( To All Participating in the Code Blair Project )

[he heard the scuffle about Mohinder Suresh over the journal a few days ago, too - which puts another research project on hold. he stops by the clinic to leave some daffodils, then heads out to bask in the spring sun, a book on steam-powered technology in hand. after all, if his own projects are on hold, the next best thing is to help someone else with theirs!]

... Hmmm... The trick is going to be finding something that's readily available, even out past the barrier...

[he clears his throat a bit and turns toward the journal] I don't suppose anyone within earshot is at the outposts, or knows someone who is?

(no subject)

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

( filter to: lilith (private) )

( filters to: the castle, clark kent )

[if you are on the roof or the front lawn anytime between late evening and mid-morning, you might notice a slightly strange sight.

what, pray tell? why, it is a priest! a priest, grumbling to himself about a cold and looking generally miserable and self-pitying, occasionally attractively rubbing nose on his sleeve and, more interestingly, wielding a rather large pair of binoculars like so.

IS HE SPYING? SPYING ON YOU?! on your neighbors? IS HE A VOYEUR COME TO SCOPE OUT YOUR SUGGESTIVE SILHOUETTES THROUGH YOUR CASTLE WINDOWS?! who knows. perhaps one simply need to investigate.

just... be careful if you catch him on the roof. it'd be unfortunate if you startled him and he toppled off. priest pancakes are not as delicious as the name may imply.]

I miss the beach. Why couldn't it have gone back to the beach...? The girls were so pretty... [MELODRAMATIC SNIFF and a wistful sigh... ah, Los Angeles. one misses thee. come to think of it, didn't a certain attractive redhead fall from the skies of LA this time of year...?]

[ooc: open for journal or... for the roof... or... the lawn flksjdf just specify where in your tag! ALSO I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY ANTICS THAT MAY INDUCE YOUR CHARACTERS EARS TO BLEED OR OTHERWISE SUGGEST THEY JUMP OFF THE ROOF TO ESCAPE HIS IDIOCY. prepare to be derped on at your own hazard. /SQUINTS]

☢FORTY-FOUR

[unhands.livejournal.com]

( lobby filter )

dreizehn.

[lostbirth.livejournal.com]

( [ Filtered to Riful ] )

(no subject)

[protecteurdelac.livejournal.com]

[Someone's been in a bit of a depressed rut lately. :( But he's making the effort to go outside, at least, in order to let his kitten run around and be free and all that. It's not fair to her to keep her cooped up in his room all day just because he's a dumbass! So, he's sitting out in a bench sort of in a corner in the courtyard, enjoying the slightly warmer weather. While Monica the kitten prances about trying to catch a butterfly, he's just writing something in his poetry book silently and occasionally glancing down to make sure kitty hasn't run off or anything like that :)]

( PRIVATE/in his other journal )

[... tapping the book. THIS LINE ELUDES HIM]

Hmph.

[COME ANNOY HIM?]

έντεκα

[chaosphiliac.livejournal.com]

If only something like that could happen every week. But I suppose I'll have to make do.

[ there's that purple smoke from the journals

AND YOU KNOW HOW THIS GOES.

wherever you are, she is there. she's mostly hanging around the town today though, so perhaps you'll catch her floating from the shadows, causing chaos along the streets.

or she'll just come across you doing your day to day thing.

open action or dictated! ]

plane crazy [1]

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

[Today, oh so confused citizens of Paradisa, if you happen to be entering one of the many hallways of our fine castle, you might notice a confused mouse girl poking her head into every room she passes, looking for some signs of familiarity. She frowns as more and more things refuse to add up, occasionally flipping through her new journal. It's a lovely present, surely, but she'd much rather be home. But, after a while, listless, she decides to start writing in it, not expecting any answers.]

Dear new Diary,

Something very strange happened with the castle today. I was going to start on Mickey's welcome back party, and then everything about the castle changed. I couldn't find any of the servants, any of our friends... It's like an entirely different castle! Either that, or I'm having a very long and strange dream. If that's the case, I hope it's a happy one.

Signed,

Minnie Mouse.

( After a few more moments, she decides to doodle. )

(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

[somewhere in the lobby...]

[having this body was everything Dainn had expected -- though he still was disappointed that he couldn't get at the Solar Boy's memories -- and it made it very easy to get around and gather information from those he trusted. He was going to keep this body forever.

however, something was happening. the castle's sleeping magic was gone and Django was waking up....]

[To say that waking up in darkness is a scary thing is an understatement. Coherency was beginning to latch back to Django's senses. There was some awful darkness all around him, that was vaguely familiar, until he regained full conscious.

Oh dear Sol.

Dainn was in him]

Out...

No... [is it frightening to hear your own voice being used by him? Dainn was fighting to keep control. He finally had the body he wanted, he wasn't about to loose it now! But it wasn't just Django he was up against; the castle was pulling him out too and that small bit of light inside his shadows was pulling at the Immortal as well. Three against one.]

I said..

Get. Out. Of. My. BODY!!

[Django tries to will Dainn out of his own body, starting to get a hold of his energy reserves. Good. He forces some of the Solar energy he might have had left over coursing through his body, an added attempt to drive the shadow out]

Ahh! [Dainn rocks backwards in pain. Django's Solar energy was one thing, but combined with the castle and that damned light it was too much. He struggled, clawing at whatever holds he still had in that body but it wasn't enough. Eventually, the Shadow Immortal appears nearby, groaning in pain.] D-damnit....I...

[ooc: backdated to the 7th, after all the Slenderman business, because coordinating was apparently harder than expected. Dainn is black, Django is red. Pretty much open]

Nnoi

[coconaball.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Today, there is a tiny eleven year-old girl walking through the halls, looking fairly confused. Confused, of course is somewhat of an understatement as to how Cocona is feeling at the moment, and it shows on her face as she wanders the halls, and in her voice, as well, as it comes in over the journal.

When the last thing you really remember is being at the Dive Shop because someone is hacking into Infel Phira, and causing the IPDs to collapse, you don't expect to wake up in a castle.]</sub>

This place is almost like Grand Bell Hall, but I think Grand Bell Hall's a little fancier. But... I get the feeling I'm not on Metafalss anymore. This is really weird.

Hey, Cro? Lady Cloche? ... Are you guys here? Um... anyone? Hello? Is anyone there?

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[sworn]

( Private )

[She drops her quill, letting it fall to the floor. Then, she speaks, voice somewhat monotonous to mask how she feels.]


Alistair has returned to his own world.


[With that, she closes the journal. She doesn't feel like talking about it.]

o11 | private; kiss you so hard

[encourage]

( private; )

US dollar bill denominations total 188

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[The sound of page flipping can be heard over the journal, before being followed by a bored sigh]

You lot are quiet lately. No wonder so many people have been dozing off, aside from the fact finding and trauma of last week, you've all been as entertaining as dead fish.

Now, I'm not stupid enough to say the B word out loud, because that's just asking for trouble from the castle, and I find it far more entertaining to laugh at other people's misfortunes than I do my own. So, let's liven things up a little on our own, shall we?

[A long pause]

Oh, by the way, I’m not going to tell you how I’m going to liven things up. I’m not even going to tell you who I’m going to liven things up with. Just know that at some point during this weekend, to someone, I will make things very interesting.

Enjoy your paranoia.

log; incomplete

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

Who: ascensional & custodismundi
What: Being...creepy and angsty, idk. WHAT IS PLANNING?
When: The end of the Slenderman plot.
Where: Tomoe's room to start.
Rating: PG for now

( She had no skills she could offer anyone, and she couldn't put on a false bravado any longer. )

the first body | (voice)

[compels]

I'm going to go ahead and spare you all the Warlock of Yoz slash Y-Files slash whatever other outdated "classic" film references you people have a habit of throwing out upon spontaneous arrival crap. In fact? I'll do you one better. See, unlike some people -- I'm looking at you, earnest and idiotic new arrivals -- I actually know how to read.

Blah blah, Paradisa, blah blah, losses, magic castle, time stopped in my own world. How am I doing so far?

Thought so. So, let's jump right to the point, where you tell me if there's a map of this place and where on it the bar is. If I'm stuck listening to all of this whining all the time, I'm going to need a valued customer card. It's so much easier when people do their homework, isn't it?

(no subject)

[luthored.livejournal.com]

( Justinia )

( Clark & Julian )

( Bruce )

( Xander )

( Zelman )

[ TOWN FILTER FOREVER; ]

[ and although it's a little late for 'grocery shopping', that was as good of an excuse as any to give justinia when she left the house, leaving the young girl's care to buffy. it was hard to tear herself away after what happened, but knowing slenderman was taken care of made it tolerable.

a late night ride was exactly what she needed, and no doubt poor evan needed it after the scare all the horses in the stables suffered. she was just glad he hadn't been slaughtered like the others.

affterward, feeling somewhat invigorated, she's going to be trolling the town. in this get-up, if you can believe it. though it's actually pretty tasteful compared to most "superhero" wardrobe choices-- anyone else out on the town is welcome company, unless they're a douche.

in which case they're EXTREMELY welcome ]

0001 lab explodes ☢ recorded

[labexplodes.livejournal.com]

[There's a new arrival in the castle everyone. He's mean. He's green...] Sprock. [And has a foul mouth. But then, a lot of people can't seem to cap the foul language in this place.] If this was another prank...

[Pealing his body from the floor, the new arrival - Querl Dox of Colu and the Legion of Super-Heroes - surveys his surroundings.] No. I don't think even Lightning Lad would be this insipid...

[His journal lies open behind him, recording everything he says.]

001. You're in another castle, princess.

[royalsheikah.livejournal.com]

[ After a period of panic which involved being certain that he had been captured by Ganondorf, Sheik has taken to creeping around the hallways, looking for clues as to what actually happened to him. This is obviously not Hyrule castle, even one redecorated by a Gerudo king. He originally sticks to the shadows, hiding whenever he hears footsteps, but that plan does not work for very long. There seem to be no guards, at least, or monsters infesting the place.

He takes the risk, starting to walk down the hallways like a more normal person, trying to find someone to ask questions of. ]

4: System Failure, Release Rinzler

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

[There's the sound of groaning from the other end of the journal as Clu ends his long, long sleep cycle sprawled out across part of his throne   chair, his lower half still on the glossy, onyx floor and his face pressed firmly against the corner between the seat and arm rest. His system rebooted normally, but he's having trouble with some of his functions...

...everything hurts.]

Rinzler...[Another growl as his fingers manage to find the pages of his journal, tugging it down onto the seat beside him.] Rinzler. My room...now.

I've been poisoned.




[ooc: Open as usual! Clu's not really poisoned he, uh...just has a hangover. Not that he knows what that is, so he's assuming the worst. 8( ]