attempt number nineteen ♓ (dictated)

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

What's the longest somebody's gone without getting smacked by a loss on top of a loss in this place, anyway? I just came up on month five and already I have this feeling like the other shoe is waiting to drop. And, no offense to anyone with especially bad luck, but I'm kind of hoping it isn't bomb-like when it finally does.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Okay, probably just being paranoid. Help?

( cassie, steph, kara )

Assuming you guys aren't drowning in some weird super heroic busy-ness that I missed the memo on … I'm thinking maybe the post-crisis downtime could be best spent with girl time. I'll bring the popcorn?

the second body | (dictated)

[compels]

All right. Couple things. First and foremost. Those of who you think our good friends Stephanie and Julian -- which, by the way, I feel the need to mention is a disgustingly effeminate name -- need to just shoot for the mattress mambo and get it over with for all of our sakes, drop a tally.

[ he takes a pause in his haranguing to scribble the following down ]

The tally so far:
I

Anyway. As I was saying; [ purposeful pause ] you people are all so boring. It's all weeping and bitching about the castle and doing the silent broody thing wherever you feel most at home. [ he's looking at you, laura and lana. ] I'm beginning to question this whole paradise concept and wonder if it's some kind of purgatory just being trapped with you people.

You all need to learn to have a little bit of fun.

( room 917 filter )

Twenty First

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[John's been pretty quiet lately. He's been bummed out about his bro Alistair leaving and as such hasn't much felt like talking. He has been LISTENING, though, and is flicking quietly through the pages of his journal as he feeds the unicorn kidneys

Something moves out of the corner of his eye. A little hedgehog. Aww. So cute. So cute, in fact, John has his natural reaction to all cute wild animals. He gets out his gun so he can murder and skin it. The journal resonates with a loud BANG, followed by a lot of swearing as the hedghog vanishes from sight, completely unharmed]

What the Hell? Are the animals just turning invisible here now?

[Invisible animals... invisible COUGARS. There's a harrowing thought]

[[ooc: Willow's disappearing hedgehog, ladies and gentlemen. Journal and open if you're at the stables]]

006 ✘ [action]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

[Logan had honestly been looking for trouble when he went down to the Deathmatch tonight.   He'd needed an outlet for the helpless anger and misery that had flooded through him upon learning the terrible news from Kitty.  

Someone had actually shown up from his own world, only to try to tell him that he was fated to go home and kill the woman he loved, after she killed one of the men he respected most in this world.

It was all too much to deal with, on top of everything Laura had been telling him about their pasts.  The time for being a mature X-Man/leader of the X-kids is over for today: he called off training this morning, and spent most of his evening wreathed in the smoke of his cigar at the counter of the Deathmatch, knocking down drink after drink.

 

Until that moron insulted his hair.    

 

The guy - Dean, he thought he'd heard someone call him - had been a snide jackass since the moment he walked into the bar, and that was enough to get Logan to start something with him.

 

When the punches started to fly, he pulled his own long enough to not knock anybody out in one blow.  It was more satisfying to wail on 'em a few times - get the whole damn bar in an uproar.  Furniture flew, other fights broke out, chairs cracked in half: someone tried to interfere, but Logan just responded by snikting out his claws and cutting straight through the goddamn counter of the bar.  That seemed to deter the would-be heroes for a second, and it was enough for him to deliver a fist straight to Dean's nose that knocked him out cold.

Most of the other fights die down after that, but the place is a helluva mess.

He doesn't really feel any better, either.  Hrmph.

 

He mutters to the bartender in the quiet wake:]  Put it on my tab.

 

[And with that, stalks towards the exit.]

 

[OOC:  After this!   Feel free to have your character have been present during the barfight, orrr just walking in as Logan exits, or catch him in the hallway on his way back to his room.  Who dares to approach the very angry, angry looking man who just chopped up the bar?  Feel free to post reactions to the barfight too and/or threadjack each other to discuss it.]

7th Case - The Back in the Bar Fight

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

[Booth hadn’t told anyone, but ever since helping Brennan move up to the 6th floor, his back had been bothering him. He might have asked her to crack his back earlier, seeing as she’d been helpful with that before, but Slenderman had come and there’d been bigger concerns than a crick in his spine.

He’d almost forgotten about it, really, until last night’s bar fight, he’d stumbled back to his room and promptly fallen asleep on his couch.


…. He’s regretting that now. His voice is strained as it comes through the journal. Very strained]

Hey…I’ve got nothing against a good, old fashioned bar fight. The alcohol flowing. Tempers rising. It happens. But can’t you people even brawl without making it a natural disaster? I was just starting to like that bar before it got torn to shreds.

Which, by the by? Is NOT part of a good old fashioned bar fight. If it goes beyond shattered glass and a few broken chairs, you’re doing it wrong, okay?

( Bones )

[ooc: I'm assuming that any replies (other than Brennan's) come before Bones breaks him, unless otherwise specified. ^.^;;]

013;

[nurturing.livejournal.com]

[ With the warming weather and the melted snow Alexstrasza finds herself tugged toward the castle more frequently. Her nest in the eastern mountains remains vacant today so she can better examine the forests where Slenderman's saplings were burnt from the forest.

There's not much left there but small burnt patches of earth, but as one who considers all forests her home it's still upsetting to learn what had transpired. So she kneels beside one of the small patches and touches the surrounding area with one taloned hand and sighs softly...

But she allows her aura to seep into the forest as she closes her eyes, reaching out the plant life all around her and lending them her power to flourish. Within minutes flowers bloom and the trees look livelier, green seeping into the foliage once more and warmth permeating the area.

BEST GARDENER IN THE WORLD, even if she look noticeably fatigued after the exertion and closes her eyes for a brief moment. ]


[ ooc; OPEN. COME SEE THE WORLD'S BEST GARDENER )'8 anyone who can sense magic/auras should be able to sense dis. ]

002//

[3silvercoins.livejournal.com]

[if you're out in the lawn today, you might notice a kiddo practicing his downward thrusts giggity with sword; but, in typical Guts fashion -- and one that might explain his propensity for such... large blades giggity later on in life, he's doing so with a full-sized weapon clearly intended for an adult.

he pauses mid-swing to look tentatively to his left, where the journal has (yet again) followed him outside after he'd chucked it out his castle window. 8| dude wtf is with this thing... it's not like he can read. (OR REALIZES WHAT IT DOES...)]

...Why do you keep following me?

[;///. someone care to enlighten him/give him pointers on his swing (yes this is golf)/pinch cheeks of dis kid hurr...? :>]

[ooc: open for the journal or the front lawn of the castle grounds!]

Stage 9

[abravelikehero]

I'm starting to think it's probably an important thing to try and be at ones physical best. And maybe I've been in the game room a bit too much recently, and I did say I would try to get stronger, and train more... and.....

So, does anyone want to form a party?

Calling All Healers: Seeking Advice [Dictate]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Healers, if you have the time, could you please contact me? I seek your advice, though if you might filter your reply to me I would appreciate it. Or, if it pleases you, I may come and seek you in a place and time of your convenience.  

( Private to Kasanoda )

 

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

[Asuka's sitting in the castle kitchen. There's not food in front of her, and she doesn't seem like she's about to get up by the way she's lazily leaning her elbows on the table.

Teenagers.]

I don't know about most of you morons here, but I know that I wouldn't want to stay with anyone who could devour me for dinner. I guess some people are just doing the rest of us a favor by making sure they never contribute to the gene pool.

I guess we have a volunteer for a sacrifice if we ever need one, at least.

[Yeah Dante, she's talking shit about you. In the kitchen.]

[[ooc: Open open open, either over the journal or in person.]]

∅ fourteenth virus unleashed

[thatsmy-niche.livejournal.com]

( Team Leverage )

( Parker )

( Friends )

[and with that done, random boy is going to sit here and have a snack. And be random.]

There anywhere to get some comics around here? I've looked, but....maybe I'm just blind.

(no subject)

[artsy]

[First, all you can hear is a few frustrated and muttered words that sound something like ‘how does this thing work’ because Angela’s loss is basically she’s got the technology skills of a baby bear. When she finally figures it out… sort of… she’s speaking directly to it]

Okay, when my psychic told me I was going to be going on a journey. I thought she meant more like a journey of self-discovery not an actual trip. Where am I? What happened last night? And if I got roofie-ed or something, I'll have you know that I work with FBI and they have guns. Big guns.

(004) CG: enjoy the finest human cinema.

[peroxicide.livejournal.com]

[ So the movie theatre isn't there tonight! Fuck his life, but that's alright; after talking with Karen he - very grudgingly - acknowledged the fact that he might need to take a night off to cool down before plotting the next gutpunch against Castle Fuckstain.

So, once evening has fallen and all that sun is out of the sky, the big-ass plasma screen in the Game Room (and the couch, naturally. all of the couch) will be commandeered by one grey alien, plonked on down on it and watching one of the finest masterpieces he's come across in his life. For most people who are used to him scowling, grimacing, or downright eyefucking them with hate, it might be a little weird. He seems...utterly fascinated.

That's right. Someone discovered Insomniac in Indianapolis. The journal falls open on its own beside him on the couch, the crunch of heated husk kernels punctuating a few times before he speaks, awed at what's on display. ]

HOLY SHIT.
THIS IS-
THIS MOVIE IS FUCKING AMAZING!

ALL OF YOU, TELL ME MORE ABOUT THIS...HUMAN MEG RYAN
I NEED TO SEE MORE OF THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW!

( ooc: Open and journal :> )

(no subject)

[arakhnes.livejournal.com]

( room filter )

Twentieth Sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Mal has been enjoying the peace and quiet after that whole slenderman mess. She really should have known something would ruin it. More to the point, she should have expected that speech about how her world worked on belief to come back and bite her on the ass.

Her first clue something is distinctly wrong was when she wakes up in the hallway outside her room. The next big warning klaxon is that her hair is in her eyes, that's definitely not normal. Looking down and seeing more cleavage than had been on show for a long time (ie: any) is the final horrible proof that her life is going to get especailly more difficult. Luckily, the journal is open on the floor to record her displeasure]

What the bloody HELL?!!

[She jumps up to a standing position pretty damn quickly; despite the fact this dress is clearly not designed with movement in mind, and tries her door, which does not open. Well, she's not having any of THOSE castle games, thank you very much. The journal picks up the loud BANG as she tries to punch her door off it's hinges, to no avail]

OH COME ON! What did I do to deserve this?

⊕ .013 caliber

[neverplays]

[HEY. Did you know that you can run from the hall on the fourth floor to the entrance on the first floor of the library, up the three flights OF the library, then down the hall on sixth floor, then take the elevator down and do it ALL over again?

The time it takes the elevator to go those few floors are enough time to catch your breath.

It's something you should try. Mindy's trying it.

On her way up in the elevator, she's writing down the names on the doors she remembers during her trip along the fourth and sixth floor hallways.

MEMORY TESTING. Also, this is written, in Mindy's scratchy writing:]


gB jB tB tB = Bell Black Brennan Booth

cS tS Sr SS Sk = Sandsmark Stark Serenity Sora Seta


[she's also slightly out of breath. Feel free to run, literally, into her anywhere on her mission]

{002} {action; outside, the castle grounds}

[herexcellency.livejournal.com]

[She's been around for a while now, nearly half a month. It ... isn't as bad as she thought it would be, even if the towers and some of the ground layouts are confusing still. Although she has been enjoying the fact that if she wishes for a certain type of drink or food, the castle will provide it. And has come to terms that she won't be returning home anytime soon.

Right now Kahlan's taken to walking outside under the warm afternoon sun, wearing a white gown similar to her Mother Confessor's gown; long, rustling skirts and hanging sleeves that part up along the forearms to the elbows. Her thoughts are on Richard and the Midlands, so she wears an expression of distraction while she walks

Anyone is free to come upon her, though, if they're also outside. She would probably prefer the company to being left alone.]

No escaping from the mess we're in

[thirteenth.livejournal.com]

Who: Abel Nightroad and Ukitake Jyuushiro
What: A spot of mothering after the Slenderman escapades
Where: Abel's room
When: Backdated a little to after the plot has ended
Rating: PG-13

( I must live with this reality )

tenth hellsing

[integrability.livejournal.com]

( Miss Mina Harker )

[Down in the firing range this afternoon, there comes the sound of perfectly measured shots one after the other. Integra believes in keeping all her skills honed, and as she empties yet another round of practice ammunition into the heads of the target dummies, she reflects that it may be time for some new customised weaponry based on the creatures they had already seen and fought here.

Without Alucard, her position was compromised more than she was willing to admit, although she was hardly useless in a combat scenario and Walter was extremely proficient in his art.]

This facility would benefit from a greater variety of targets. Using only stationary ones can only help advancement to a certain level, to go beyond that we need a greater challenge.

[ooc: Open over the journals or in person.]

─ one hundred & eleven

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( private )

( father abel )

( felix-san & emil )

( alexstrasza )

( filtered to any new residents )

[ residents may suddenly find their journals soaking wet. sorry about that! uru's currently in that olympic-sized pool that no one tends to use and while keeping the journal open to listen to whatever the residents were gossiping about today, accidentally knocked it into the water.

there's a splashing sound before it's pulled back out. ]

Sorry about that! [ she sets it back down on the side, leaning against the edge and glancing the magical book over. after a minute, she lets go and continues to swim around. it's a very relaxing thing, actually. :( ]


[ ooc: journal or action idgaf 8) ]

the spine of the world is rusting.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Who: Zelman Clock (solo log)
What: Thinking to himself. No, seriously.
When: Very early this morning.
Where: His mansion's front courtyard.
Rating: PG, mostly.

( but rusting to gold. )

VII

[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

[He flips open the journal; deciding to keep things brief. He had finally decided enough was enough and to go get something he had left there but...]

No name on the door means the person left, yeah?

Faith's gone, if anyone's wondering.