♈ Aradia: Be the maid. Make the breakfast.

[psych0p0mps]

[Well, this is already a weird morning. The sun's barely up, and so far Aradia has woken up super early, found her wardrobe full of strange frilly dresses with white aprons, gone downstairs, and started making a good hearty breakfast for everybody. Everybody.

But this is no ordinary breakfast! This is breakfast......... IN BED! Or... in recuperacoon. Whatever. Who cares. There is also a heaping plate of this wonderful homemade troll cuisine in the kitchen, for anyone she might miss.

Disclaimer: Humans may find the musclebeast sausage undercooked, the egg sacs anywhere from caramelized to blackened, and any number of other ingredients downright unidentifiable and/or possibly still alive. The multicolored varieties of grub sauce available may or may not render it palatable. The orange juice is perfectly normal.
...She doesn't know how to make Earth food, ok.]


[MEANWHILE, she'll be letting herself into people's rooms to offer them some of this bounteous harvest! And if they're locked, she can always come in through the window.]

Good morning, (sir/ma'am)!


((ooc: LOSS START! She'll be around the castle, and in and out of the kitchen, so please to be putting the applicable room in the subject for my easy reference :D
I'm headed to bed, so replies will come in the morning!!))

sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛ ✪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

Poll time, got some questions lined up.

1. What's the track record of getting back to what you know? Going home.
2. Has anyone ever gone and came back and remembered it? [Written just beneath it in smaller print.] Because I've apparently been here a few times and I can't remember jack squat.
3. Does the castle throw shit at you periodically or is there some sort of premade schedule? Seeing as it's sentient. Yeah, I'm getting mixed reviews on that one.
4. Are there any job openings around? Figure if I'm wasting time here I might as well not waste it with my thumbs up my ass.
5. Any apartments for rent? Or people looking for roommates? I want out of the creepy castle.

[Action for a castle terrace.]

[Dean is sitting on one of the outer lying areas of the castle on his level with his journal open over his knee and the pen behind his ear. Every so often he'll move it back out and respond to something, but there's a beer to his right and he doesn't look to be leaving any time soon. He's getting some fresh air away from his room for a while, feel free to bother him.]

007 ☄ action / voice

[hanfreakingsolo.livejournal.com]

[If there's one thing Han's never gonna get used to, it's being surrounded by ghosts every time he comes down to get a meal.  It flies in the face of a lot of what he'd like to believe about the world, to have them matter of factly floating around, all transparent-like, and it sure as hell bothers him even more to think about where in blazes they came from if they are ghosts considering nobody dies around here.  

Either way, he likes to do without their meddling in his daily business, but sometimes they still try to butt in where they're not wanted.  Like right now, while he's standing at the sink with the water running, trying to scrape some sauce off his plate, only to feel that awkward chill as one of them looms way too close, trying to reach for his dirty dish.

His instinctive response is to elbow the thing, but his elbow passes right through it, which is just extra disturbing, and he turns in place to point a menacing finger in its direction]

I'll wash my own damn dish, buddy.  So just... back off.

[It's sure hard to threaten something that's already dead, though, as he's quickly learning.  He mutters to himself as he turns back to his work, keeping one eye on the thing.]

Worse than Golden Rod.
[ooc; Open for kitchen!spam, or over the journals]

Fifth Negotiations

[succubitch]

[Lilah is sitting in the gardens with her journal and a pen in hand as she begins to write.]

I wonder how some of the rest of you cope with suddenly having much more free time then you're used to having. I worked for an influential law firm [she leaves out the part where they were, you know, evil. She figures that's better.] and I was almost always working. With so much spare time, it's a little hard to find things to fulfill my time with.

I mean, I suppose there's always the option of finding a job here, but somehow I don't think there's a lot of needs for lawyers here. Of course, if I'm wrong, by all means, let me know.

[She peers at the journal for another moment before finally setting her pen down.]

[ooc: In person or over the journal is fine <3 ]

23 loss!

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

[You know what that feeling you get when you suddenly transform into an insect without any kind of warning whatsoever? You know, where suddenly everything seems bigger all of a sudden?

Oh, you don't? Well, Hank knows that feeling. Becoming a cockroach will do that to you.

Hank was minding his own business, making his way across the lobby when it happened: in a single instant he suddenly found himself as a not-so-proud member of the order Blattodea, feelers and all. Now, this isn't a terribly problematic situation since he'd been in forms this small before.

It was more of the fact that he could no longer feel the machines and technology nearby that was stressing him out.

If he could, he'd punch a wall out in a fit of rage. Looks like April Fools had come early this year for Hank.]


[[ooc: Look! A cyborg cockroach in the middle of the lobby! You don't see that every day.~]]

sixth sunrise;

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

 [Anyone passing by the game room might hear a certain digital girl singing and jumping around in time to some music--Ordinary World, specifically.  She's playing DDR and seems to be performing expertly, having picked up on the rhythm of the game in no time at all.  Her steps are fluid and balletic; if the pad weren't under her feet, she'd look like she was just dancing (albeit somewhat repetitively).  The journal's open on the floor beside her, picking up the sound faintly.  When she does speak, it's apparent that she's addressing the avatar on the screen.]

Whoever wrote you is a genius!  Too bad you can't come out here to teach me more of these moves.  Dancing is like fighting, except I don't have to hurt anyone!  And it's much more energetic than the yoga I always did with Flynn.

[in person or the journ <3]

006

[powerlusts.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Sasuke can be found just outside the castle right sitting near the grass area near the front entrance. He looks pretty worn out since he's been training for the majority of the day. Yes, he's actually taking a small break right now and glancing through the journal which means it's the perfect time to disturb him somehow, obviously]

Enjoy the Small Things in Life, For They Are Rare [Written/Voice]

[12winged-dealer.livejournal.com]

[He decided to do this thanks to a conversation a few weeks back with a young man and also because of the recent influx of flowers around the castle's grounds. It just seemed a little tid-bit he should share, if not to ease his own boredom than to see what became of it as Spring took full hold. Ah spring...]

The Language of Flowers

Let's begin with Roses shall we, since I suspect those will become popular soon.

Roses
 - Red: I love you
 - White: eternal love, heavenly, secrecy and silence
 - Pink: perfect happiness, please believe me
 - Yellow: friendship, jealousy, to care

Forget-me-nots
 - true love, memories

Honeysuckle
 - generous and devoted affection

Ivy
 - fidelity and friendship

Jasmine
 - amiability and attracts wealth

Lily
 - keeps unwanted visitors away

Mint
 - protection for illness, warmth of feeling

[And the list goes on....]

(no subject)

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[The calm before Del's storm has passed. There's echoy laughter coming from her room, slightly muffled over the journals because her own journal is buried in a pile of...

Well. You;d probably need an archeologist to figure out everything in that pile. And they would be very confused by the combination held therein.

There's scratching as she rubs her finger nails against a wall, and a watery giggle.]

Foreplay with fangs

[my-bff-trevor.livejournal.com]

Who: Nikola Tesla and Rose
What: A friendly sparring match
When: 3/28
Where: Outside the castle
Rating: PG-13 for possible flirting and violence

( Read more... )

190 is the emergency telephone number in Brazil

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley is sitting at his usual spot in the lobby, shuffling three cards idly. Should anyone approach him, they're welcome to play a little game of Hunt The Queen. Of course, the demon will cheat, but that's what demons do, at the end of the day. His journal is open beside him, so he can keep track of the going on about the castle]

My, you lot are dull today. I think the most interesting aspect of the day so far was that woman rhyming bitches with britches. So I guess it's up to me to find something entertaining for us all, hmm? This things I do for you lot.

Once upon a time, there was a king, who was looking for the best alchemist in his kingdom. In this land, poisons worked in an unusual way. If you took a poison, the only way to survive was to drink a stronger potion afterwards, the poisons would negate each other and you would live. If you took a weaker poison afterwards, both had their full effect and you would die. With me so far?

To decide who was best at creating poisons, the king held a contest. In each round, the alchemists would be paired off, each providing a vial of their own poison. Each would drink from their opponents flask, and then from their own. The survivor would go to the next round. Leaving the contest without participating would result in instant execution.

After a long series of contests, it was left between two final alchemists. The night before the competition, one alchemist managed to get hold of a sample of his opponents poison and realised to his horror it was much stronger than his own. And yet, he found a way to win the competition. How?

[[ooc: Open or over the journal]]

(no subject)

[matchmaker.livejournal.com]

Am I missing something here?

Don't get me wrong. I understand that a different set of rules apply to this place--especially when compared with what I'm used to. And that's great. Really. [Only not really. You people have no idea what you are doinggg. It's enough to drive a god nuts] But ... married?

How in Tartarus did that happen?

(no subject)

[dupable.livejournal.com]

[John is chilling a chill outside on the roof, or maybe more accurately right next to the roof. It's a nice night out, so John's just sitting cross legged floating in the air a few feet away from the castle, journal in his lap. Sorry for the breeze, guys.]

i wonder where vriska went?
i haven't seen her in awhile.

[Stops and stares down at the ground below him for a bit before a sudden thought hits him.]

oh hey!
if i showed up here on my birthday, but i've only been here for a little over eight months, does that mean i can technically count myself as fourteen next month?
or would i have to change the date so it matched up to how long i've actually been here?
which i guess would mean it'd have to be sometime in August.
time here sure is confusing!

((OOC. Journal, in person, it's all good))

✟ 003

[kept-thefaith.livejournal.com]

[She's squared away in a corner of the library, back pressed against the stone wall beneath a window, a book in her lap, fingers pressed to the page. Her expression is part exasperation, and part uneasy. She does not like being in the castle, and being left here to wait while Eli runs off to investigate isn't exactly her idea of fun.

Her fingers move over the page] A, H, L...

[And pause, hovering. It's a book of basic alphabet for kids learning to read, and she's moved to the back of a list of randomized letters before she's even properly learned what the dots mean] Four...Two top, two bottom is...

It's... [The book is being tossed to the side in frustration, fingers scrubbing through her hair]

Wave #43

[just-the-pilot.livejournal.com]

I've been here two years. And a week, since I just noticed the date.

I'm not sure if it feels exactly that long - or a lot longer.

( Serenicrew )

004 -- (action & dictated)

[just-a-cycle.livejournal.com]

[ Jet's not been much of one to hide his opinion on the magical castle where you wish for whatever you want and get it. It's stupid.

Waste of resources.

Waste of a valuable lesson, because a man should have to work and really earn what he owns, damn it. How else is he supposed to appreciate what he's got and not go around complaining?

...that said, bonsai trees are something he considers to be a bit of an exception. They are necessary for the preservation of his sanity, after all, and god knows he'll need it intact. The wishing commences and he'll actually even pick one or two to let hang around outside. Feel free to catch him on the way there or back to his room, not that he'll ever admit how he got the things. Then enjoy the soooooothing sounds of tiny clippers in the background while he dictates, Para. ]

Seems to me a place like this sees more disaster than it's worth. [ Ah, the fun of picking through past entries. ] How's the weapons market look for when that happens? Tch. If there even is one.


ooc: and. tagging after work tomorrow, oh gloriously patient people ;;