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[merriment.livejournal.com]

[ It is midnight! And right now, there is one very annoyed looking princess storming down the hallway in her pajamas. Honestly, the title of wife held as much importance as the title of husband so why, pray-tell, is she the one roaming the halls looking for his door? Oh, right, because her husband was a forgetful individual who's greatest pleasure in life was annoying her! Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration! But it kind of feels like the case right now.

Once she reaches the door, she doesn't think twice about beating on it with one tiny fist. Oh, if her husband did not answer? DEAD. MEAT. She isn't going to say a word, or else he might be tipped off and not open the door for her, to spite her. At that rate, she could catch a cold or something -- she is barefoot, after all. But once the door is opened? Well, then the gloves are off. ]

.. I was worried!

[ooc; Loss begins! This post will be for John Marston, Tres Iquis, Alleyne, Chase Stein, Cupid and Julian Keller. I'm splitting the 17 volunteers up into three posts, one posted every five or so days. So, with the delay between them, characters can post reactions if they want to and I'm not spamming up the community too badly. Woohoo! \o ]

The Twelfth Day

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

[Shiki's wandering around the library, looking for something specific.]

Hey... do we have any movies here? It's been forever since I've just sat down and watched a movie, and I could totally go for a kind of a romance-y, fantasy-y type of movie...

But I can't find them, like, anywhere.

[Feel free to run into Shiki in the library, or just talk to her via the journals.]

((ooc: Open like an open thing!))

(005) CG: make a massive outpouring of slightly informative vitriol.

[peroxicide.livejournal.com]

[ Karkat is cranky today, to no-one's surprise. For those who pay attention, he's actually been...almost quiet about these things. The reason being that aside from being able to spend some serious couch time with the human Meg Ryan and the human Sandra Bullock's finest films, he's been working on something.

And when Karkat works on something, you'd better be damn sure he focuses and makes sure the job gets done. But there's no underestimating the people in this castle, so the journal snaps open today to the sound of hammering and buzzing in the background, quickly muted before he begins.

And oh, does he begin. ]

ALRIGHT, FUCKSTAINS, HERE'S THE DEAL
I'M KARKAT VANTAS, IN CASE YOUR HEAD WAS SHOVED SO FAR UP YOUR ASS THAT YOU MANAGED TO MISS THE GIANT STREAM OF PAVEMENT GREY VITRIOLIC CAPSLOCK OVER YOUR JOURNAL FOR THE LAST MONTH OR TWO
AND I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP, DON'T INTERRUPT, AND LISTEN

( snip for length, not cut ICly )

YEAH, THAT'S ALL
YOU CAN SPEAK NOW

[ And after that...there's just one more thing to do. Karkat pauses and gathers himself, having gotten pretty damn worked up after that screaming session, and tries to put on a slightly less hateful voice.

It's hard being the leader. All this diplomacy bullshit. ]

( VRISKA )

[ And now...this. Hurgh. ]

( KANAYA )

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[jack-maid.livejournal.com]

[dictated:]

Would anybody be interested in owning a rather tall house of cards? I built it the other day, but have little use for something like that. It seems like a waste to let it collapse at some point, though.

If you wish to take a look or move it elsewhere, it is located close to the entryway of room 214. The door will be unlocked.

[because she has nothing of material worth to steal.

Also, being the airhead she is, it doesn't occur to Sakuya that the average, or even not-so-average, person would have trouble moving a house of cards...especially one which nearly brushes the ceiling of her room. Yes, she has time to spare on frivolous things (now), why do you ask?

Either way, she'll be out on the castle grounds, noting on a small piece of paper the types of flowers and other plants she can recognize for future reference. Feel free to run into her in person]

(001;)

[rancoured.livejournal.com]

( off the record; )

[ much later, he's found his way around the room, and indeed knows most of what is here. they are all strange, foreign things to him, objects that he isn't used to, things that were not used by him. he would say that he'd somehow been moved into another room while he was unaware of it, but that can't possibly be true.

still doesn't rule out the possibility that somewhere in this room, or maybe somewhere outside (safe and out of the way), he is watching giovanni's every movement. just like her, isn't it? some things just keep repeating themselves over and over like bullets tearing flesh and white smoke choking up in the back of his throat. ]

. . .

[ his hands return to the notebook he found, lying in the middle of the desk like someone put it there deliberately; there are some pens there, as well. were they - whoever they were - expecting him to write something? in this state? hah. wasn't that funny?

giovanni examines it; turning it around in his hands, opening the pages and flipping through, running his fingers along the pages. a slight hm is the only remark that he makes out loud, at least for the moment.

after about a minute or two, however, he picks up a pen, carefully feeling for a blank page with no writing indenting the paper before starting to write; ]

The last man on Earth sat alone in a room; there was a lock on the door.

True or False?

[ OOC; OH MAN I FORGOT! he's blind so text replies won't .... help LMAO OOPS. ]

gamzee: be hideous

[unsoundest.livejournal.com]

[ the journal opens up and is slowly being flipped through. for now, all he hits are words and transcribed entries. meh, kinda boring. the page flipping stops as the person sets down their journal and leaves it unattended for a while. ]

[ or pretty much ignores it until a whole row of dictated entries start filtering through ]

UhHhH.... WhOoOoOaAaA.
WhAt dO We hAvE HeRe?

i'M NoT ToO SuRe iF ThIs bOoKs sUpPoSeD To bE AlL Up aNd dOiNg tHaT.

ShIt mAn, I'M WaTcHiNg tHiS.
mOtHeRfUcKiN FoLlOwInG ThIs tHiNg.
TaKiNg dOwN WhAt iT Is i sAy aNd wHaTnOt.
tHeN It gOeS PlAcInG My wOrDs iN ThIs bOoK LiKe iT wAs wOrDs oF MoThErFuCkIn wIsDoM.

[ a small laugh ]

ThAt's cRaZy mAn. tHaT'S A MoThErFuCkIn mIrAcLe.

[ ooc: gamzee's outside, near the duck pond if you wanna say hello/scare him in person?! my internet is dead and i'm currently bumming wifi so expect replies to be slow. ;A; i'll try my best to tag asap! wooosh ]

☾o24.

[bedninja]

[Filtered to friends, and anyone directly 'under his jurisdiction'.]

...I apologize for my silence as of late; it took me some time to adjust to the idea that Minato... would no longer be within the Castle, and I had difficulty accepting that. It is difficult when someone that you love leaves.

But that is not entirely the point of this; I am putting up this filter to let you all know that I will be moving out of the Castle. Needless to say, if I am needed it would be best to attempt contacting me through the journal instead of seeking me out at my room within the Castle.

Oh, but do not worry! This is hardly the last that you will see of me... The Castle is under my jurisdiction after all, and I will come and go as frequently as I ever have.

I simply thought it would be for the best to let you all know.

☀ 066

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

[there's a pause as she clears her throat. Sou... nervous... BUT REALLY EXCITED]

Hello, everyone!

Um, my name is Colette Brunel, and I used to be in charge of a club called the Baking Club! It wasn't very official, but it was a group where everyone could come together, and bake things. We made all sorts of desserts from different worlds, and it was a lot of fun. I'd like to start it again, and I was wondering if anyone was interested in joining! Right now, Uru and I are the only members, but I'd like it to be really big again.

You don't need to know anything about cooking, I think we'll start with really easy recipes and all get better together. Oh, and if you don't really like cooking, we need people who would be willing to eat the things that we make. It'll be a lot of fun, so I hope a lot of people join!

( ooc cut for derp... )

I think that's everything that I'm supposed to say... so, thank you so much for listening, and I hope you have a really nice day!

Borderline

[nowonderwoman.livejournal.com]

( Filter )

♥ 015

[heartstoblend.livejournal.com]

( Room Filter )

i trust you at the wheel even if we're going down

[encryptedlock]

Who: York and Delta encryptedlock, Kat B-320 inmylight_comdr, Washington dontpatr0nizeme, Eva darkevangel, and open to anyone else in Mineas Well (Ken, Flora, Rin?? Just add your tags in)
What: Vacation
When: 3/22 through about 3/31
Where: Outside the castle, on the way to Mineas Well, Mineas Well, and back
Rating: Let's say PG-13 for language

( Read more... )

((ooc: So there are different threads for different parts of the trip. Feel free to tag in or start a new one anywhere! Just follow the format of the first one.))

eight red letters

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[Taking Mark's advice to heart, Nora's decided to do something out of the ordinary for her. Wearing a nice dress, she spent her day like the typical American teenage girl. She went shopping. She spent the day downtown, shopping, gossiping with the locals, sitting around in the coffee shop, the whole nine yards. Now that the sun's starting to set she's made her way back towards the castle. She pauses in the garden.

She's there now, picking a few flowers and enjoying the last remaining rays of sunlight]

You know? This going against our normal routine thing was a pretty good idea. I'd say I should do it more often... but that would make it routine, wouldn't it.

010 Points - The Whitest Elf You Know

[tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com]

[Attention, Paradisa.

There is an elf with shades, a headset with mic, and gaudy gold chains reading "Nature's Pimp" wandering your halls with a huge silver goblet in hand holding cheap and unidentifiable malt liquor. Oh, and she's shouting and singing as loud as she can, through the castle, through the journals, anything that can pick her up. Raw and unfiltered. You know in your heart you can hear the record scratches.

We apologize in advance for any inconvenience this may cause anyone.]

What up, Paradisa Cair, how are you on an evening so fair
I'm the elf pimp that can help you find the killa in yo self
If you don't know my name then fill up yo ears, the hos all call me Alleyne
If you wanna learn how to dish out some pain I'm the one you go to to train

I am swamped in bitches so short they only come up to my britches
I teach them so hard their brains need stitches
Don't let anyone fool ya, they ain't gonna rule ya
If you wanna take the throne then you gotta let me school ya

You say they're too young, I shouldn't teach them how to run and gun
But in the end there can only be one, a queen to rule all under the Gainos sun
Might as well get to them now and have some fun
And Show them how a sword is meant to be swung

I live in pines and swing from vines
I've lived a damn long time but still don't have a moment to listen to you whine
Suck it up or suck it hard before I hand out your report card
And mark it with a one minus one oh too bad, lesson's done

So who here is ill enough to rap with an elf that's built steel tough
From soul to heart she's hard to break apart
How to have a little fun and show me how to fire a gun
If I'm gonna teach then the bullet's gospel to me you'll just have to teach

I'm full of the ghetto spirit tonight
And it shines and blinds all you bitches so very bright

Word up

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[notafruitbat.livejournal.com]

[One can really start to get used to this whole nocturnal is that there are at least a few less people outside when you want to take your midnight strolls. The bad thing is when you want to take photos the lighting is kind of crap in most places.

Which is why Conrad is outside fussing over an old SLR film camera by a bench, trying to find things to prop it up on so the pictures don't come out blurry from the shake.]

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[batfail.livejournal.com]

[Written:]

War Journal. Day forty-nine fifty? fifty-something.

No war today, unless I want to wage it against a sentient castle. That's right. I'm in another world, one where EVERYTHING is topsy turvy and I'm

[The writing stops. She speaks, next.]

And I'm totally writing this where everyone and their mother can see. My bad, folks! Carry on.

[Good thing she didn't babble on about BRUCE WAYNE BEING BATMAN. Note to self: find a new war journal.]

Anyhow. This place is freaky, and that's something considering the city I live in. Where's the crime? Where are the bank robberies? Are there even banks to rob here? Purses to snatch? Hooligans and hoodlums to start fights?

At least the food is awesome. Creepy ghosts aside, that is.

[And there will be one Stephanie Brown dressed in normal clothes (and with reasonable hair!) sitting in the kitchen, people-watching and eating a burger.]

~ twenty-fifth fairy tale

[too-fairytale.livejournal.com]

( Eleven )