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Mar. 23rd, 2011
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knightprodigy.livejournal.comHey Cassie, I know you've been trying to talk to me about this for a while now, and with our current numbers being what they are, I think you're right. It's time we opened up to the masses.
Obviously the idea here is what it's always been: to help train the future generation of heroes, and while I'm not saying we stop that, how about we start offering classes for anybody who wants to learn how to defend themselves, be it through basic combat training, tactical support, or learning how to bandage a cut in the field.
We'll still run Titans training on Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays. However, I'm thinking of opening several day classes for everyone to attend, I'm not expecting you to be a part of it if you don't want to be, it's just something I'd like to do.
And hey, you never know, I might end up finding the next Superman.
Obviously the idea here is what it's always been: to help train the future generation of heroes, and while I'm not saying we stop that, how about we start offering classes for anybody who wants to learn how to defend themselves, be it through basic combat training, tactical support, or learning how to bandage a cut in the field.
We'll still run Titans training on Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays. However, I'm thinking of opening several day classes for everyone to attend, I'm not expecting you to be a part of it if you don't want to be, it's just something I'd like to do.
And hey, you never know, I might end up finding the next Superman.
rhymebell.livejournal.com[Happy birthday, Rhyme... you're fourteen now.
That was the first thought Rhyme could come up with as she sat up in her bed, smiling weakly at herself through the mirror. She was turning 14, and she was okay with it, though she was thinking of her brother, Beat. Last year, he had gotten her a necklace, which she looked at on her nightstand. He'd gone through so much trouble to get her this, and now it was just a memory of home. A good one, and she recalled how happy she had been when she had opened it. But this year, there would be no such celebration. She'd made sure of it. She got up, getting dressed, and put the necklace on. She was going to pretend this was a normal day. For Beat.
She grabbed her sketchbook and journal, then headed out the door. Unknown to her, she was different. Above her head was a large, glowing neon sign that screamed "IT'S HER BIRTHDAY" with its bright colors for everyone to see... but her. It was hard not to miss it, and the familiar tune of happy birthday seemed to come from the sign as well, and pretty obnoxiously, too.
Yeah, this was a loss.]
[THIS IS OPEN. Feel free to notice the sign or the music or just find her! She'll be oblivious about the sign and the music.]
That was the first thought Rhyme could come up with as she sat up in her bed, smiling weakly at herself through the mirror. She was turning 14, and she was okay with it, though she was thinking of her brother, Beat. Last year, he had gotten her a necklace, which she looked at on her nightstand. He'd gone through so much trouble to get her this, and now it was just a memory of home. A good one, and she recalled how happy she had been when she had opened it. But this year, there would be no such celebration. She'd made sure of it. She got up, getting dressed, and put the necklace on. She was going to pretend this was a normal day. For Beat.
She grabbed her sketchbook and journal, then headed out the door. Unknown to her, she was different. Above her head was a large, glowing neon sign that screamed "IT'S HER BIRTHDAY" with its bright colors for everyone to see... but her. It was hard not to miss it, and the familiar tune of happy birthday seemed to come from the sign as well, and pretty obnoxiously, too.
Yeah, this was a loss.]
[THIS IS OPEN. Feel free to notice the sign or the music or just find her! She'll be oblivious about the sign and the music.]
twenty-first labyrinth
Mar. 23rd, 2011 03:54 pmlord-wizard.livejournal.comWith the official beginning of spring, I thought now might be a good time to start organizing another one of these expeditions I've heard so much about. I don't know how they've been done in the past, so if anyone who has been a part of them before and would care to enlighten me, please do. I'm not sure there has been any particular logic to these things other than "pick and direction and start walking".
Still, I'm sure I'm not the only one who is curious about what is out there.
( Tony Stark )
((ooc:I have to go to work soon, but I wanted to get this up. *Ah-nold voice* I'll be bahk...))
Still, I'm sure I'm not the only one who is curious about what is out there.
( Tony Stark )((ooc:I have to go to work soon, but I wanted to get this up. *Ah-nold voice* I'll be bahk...))
arrowonthewind.livejournal.com[Filtered away from Ino.]
[written]
What sort of flowers would you bring to a person to indicate gratitude? Assuming you do not know this person well, but have learned she has an interest in flowers, is there any particular species that lends itself well to this sort of thing?
( Filtered to Sylvanas and Vereesa. )
[written]
What sort of flowers would you bring to a person to indicate gratitude? Assuming you do not know this person well, but have learned she has an interest in flowers, is there any particular species that lends itself well to this sort of thing?
( Filtered to Sylvanas and Vereesa. )0004 labs explode ☢ recorded
Mar. 23rd, 2011 05:50 pmlabexplodes.livejournal.com[There are two persons outside on castle grounds this fine morning in Paradisa. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, a butterfly lands on a flower...and the cliches continue on and on until daylight sinks over the dead zone. Currently, under the morning sun, Querl Dox and Laura Kinney are looking over Querl's latest invention. It sits in a circular shape atop a slab of wood, with numerous antennas spouting from the top.]
What do you think?
[Laura is crouched in front of this... Device. She glances up at Querl's question, head tilted.]
I am not sure. What does it do?
[Querl folds his arms.]
It generates a force field.
[Laura just... Peers at the thing.]
I see.
I was supposing that it would be of use to the castle. If I could generate a large enough force field that would encompass the entire grounds. It would lower the threat level. At least, I hope so. [He bends over to press a button on the side. The antennas start to move...but then it stops with a wag. Querl sighs]
I do not have the proper tools, however, to make it work properly. It will only go so far. [This time, he presses another button, and steps back. A field spouts from the antennas suddenly and makes a pink-field dome around the machine. It barely reaches Laura and Querl.]
See?
Yes. It would be quite useful.
[She stands, looking at the machine thoughtfully.]
Why do you not simply ask the Castle for the tools you need?
[Querl gives a grumpy sound.]
I would prefer to not ask the castle for anything, seeing as it already finds amusement in my very existence here. I do not like being used for someone's amusement. It is the same reason I did not appreciate my teammates' teasing or her games.
[He then notices something.] Though I suppose this may be more amusing...I believe my journal is open...and has consequently recorded our conversation. Sprock it all...
[ooc: Green is Querl, while Purple is Laura.]
What do you think?
[Laura is crouched in front of this... Device. She glances up at Querl's question, head tilted.]
I am not sure. What does it do?
[Querl folds his arms.]
It generates a force field.
[Laura just... Peers at the thing.]
I see.
I was supposing that it would be of use to the castle. If I could generate a large enough force field that would encompass the entire grounds. It would lower the threat level. At least, I hope so. [He bends over to press a button on the side. The antennas start to move...but then it stops with a wag. Querl sighs]
I do not have the proper tools, however, to make it work properly. It will only go so far. [This time, he presses another button, and steps back. A field spouts from the antennas suddenly and makes a pink-field dome around the machine. It barely reaches Laura and Querl.]
See?
Yes. It would be quite useful.
[She stands, looking at the machine thoughtfully.]
Why do you not simply ask the Castle for the tools you need?
[Querl gives a grumpy sound.]
I would prefer to not ask the castle for anything, seeing as it already finds amusement in my very existence here. I do not like being used for someone's amusement. It is the same reason I did not appreciate my teammates' teasing or her games.
[He then notices something.] Though I suppose this may be more amusing...I believe my journal is open...and has consequently recorded our conversation. Sprock it all...
[ooc: Green is Querl, while Purple is Laura.]
♣ ???] the lou ferrigno job (50th)
Mar. 23rd, 2011 08:44 pmverydistinctive.livejournal.com[there's a crunch of porcelain before a cup of luke-warm coffee pours over the journal]
Dammit! Dammi-- [reaches for paper towels and starts to blot at the mess]
Sorry, guys. Just a broken mug.
Shit. [takes his journal and goes to flick it next to him, but the binding cracks in half and the journal flies out of his hand and across the floor]
What the hell?
the seventy-eighth;
Mar. 23rd, 2011 08:48 pmvariare.livejournal.com( Clinic Filter )What the... What happened?! Did it work?
...Did what work?
Alexstrasza? What are you... Why am I in the clinic? What happened? Where are the kids?!
Be calm, Jr. The children have been safe for a while now... All is well.
What?! Awhile...?
[ and whatever else jr. might have been about to say is cut off with a loud crash. someone tried to jump out of bed with an IV attached to their arm ]
[ ooc; OPEN FOR ALL over the journal. Jr. is officially awake! Yaaaaay. Blue is Jr. and Red is Alexstrasza.
Must go to bed, but I'll tag back tomorrow~! ]
018 -- written;
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bigbad[Spike is in Caritas, drinking. He has to tell his friends about Drusilla, but he's not really sure how. Also, his ex just showed up thinking the two of them were still dating. It's a good time to be drinking.
Finally, he opens his journal, and starts to write.]
( Scoobies/Team Angel filter )
( Angel )
( Other dimension friends. )
[That finished, he downs the rest of his drink and goes for more. It's still not nearly enough to get him drunk, but it helps a bit.]
Finally, he opens his journal, and starts to write.]
( Scoobies/Team Angel filter )( Angel )( Other dimension friends. )[That finished, he downs the rest of his drink and goes for more. It's still not nearly enough to get him drunk, but it helps a bit.]
033 - Vitamin A
Mar. 23rd, 2011 10:51 pmjammin-with-ed.livejournal.com( Hardison )[It's a beautiful day and little miss Edward has decided to spend it outside. She's currently laying out on the grass, staring up at the sky. She has her goggles on, though, and seems to be idly poking around CastleNet at the same time. Clearly, she needs to be bothered.]
Ooooo biiiiiiiig white fluffy cloudy clouds!
((ooc: Backdated to afternoon. Open in person, Journal or CastleNet!))
ihasbread.livejournal.com[Peeta's trying to bake some bread, his speciality. He's on his fourth attempt, each with burnt and black results, he forgets that his journal is open and starts muttering to himself for all to hear. He's not hapy and the kitchen has started to reek of his failure during the second loaf.]
I use to do this every day...! Why can't I now?
[With that, attempt number five begins. Spoiler alert: It'll be burnt too.]
[OOC: I apologize for being so.. what's a good word.. quiet? My bad. I beg for forgiveness and I shall do better. Promise!]
truthin-bones.livejournal.com[A thud and the journal opens, having fallen from Brennan's jacket as she reaches for the top shelf of the kitchenette cabinet.] --do not know why you insist on keeping the coffee on such a high shelf.
It's extra, Bones. Spares. For when you run out of the stuff on the lower shelves. [There's a pause, before his tone becomes more concerned] Look, just wish up more. I'll get that down, later.
You know how I feel about wishing, Booth. [She goes on her tip toes, the chair wobbling a little in the process.] You have grounds here. There is no reason why we should not use them.
Woah! Bones, come on! Get down from there.
I almost have it!
[He tries to get over to her quickly. He really does. But as improved as his back is, he's still not moving as quickly as normal] Don't! You're going to-
Booth! [It's turning around quickly to scold her partner for getting up that finally does her in.] Booth you should be-- [The chair wobbles again at the sudden movement, and Brennan loses her balance, head hitting the cabinet before she topples off.]
Shit! [he's at her side in an instant, back be damned, and he manages to catch her before she hits the ground...but she's already out cold. Turning his head, he shouts at the journal] I need a doctor, room 606, NOW!
[ooc: Blue = Booth, Black = Bren, who, unsurprisingly, will not be answering. Explanation here.]
It's extra, Bones. Spares. For when you run out of the stuff on the lower shelves. [There's a pause, before his tone becomes more concerned] Look, just wish up more. I'll get that down, later.
You know how I feel about wishing, Booth. [She goes on her tip toes, the chair wobbling a little in the process.] You have grounds here. There is no reason why we should not use them.
Woah! Bones, come on! Get down from there.
I almost have it!
[He tries to get over to her quickly. He really does. But as improved as his back is, he's still not moving as quickly as normal] Don't! You're going to-
Booth! [It's turning around quickly to scold her partner for getting up that finally does her in.] Booth you should be-- [The chair wobbles again at the sudden movement, and Brennan loses her balance, head hitting the cabinet before she topples off.]
Shit! [he's at her side in an instant, back be damned, and he manages to catch her before she hits the ground...but she's already out cold. Turning his head, he shouts at the journal] I need a doctor, room 606, NOW!
[ooc: Blue = Booth, Black = Bren, who, unsurprisingly, will not be answering. Explanation here.]