ƒ001. desperately seeking: vampire

[msattentionspan]

[she's been in this “room” for a while now. It's not her room, because that'd be too damn easy. She checked that place out, though. Found this book and some clothing. Now she's elsewhere, catching up on what she thought was something the lawyers had cooked up. Apparently, Lilah was a liar and for once she could've actually trusted Wesley and his valuable information]

Right. So, I’m ditching the episode of Reading Rainbow.

I get it. I was here, everyone knows my name, and we're all best of friends. [she rattles it off without much care for whoever gets offended] I'm just glad you don't sing your feelings every day.

In the mean time, I'm looking for a Vampire. Tall, dark, brooding, and kinda big on the lurking in shadows. We're old friends and I think he still has my blender.

I'm getting ready to make some margaritas, so, I'd kinda like it back.

From what I'm reading, this book can give me a direct line to the big guy. I already tried his room. No dice. Nice set-up though, Angel. I always knew you liked to get in a little after-hours grunting. [she'd bring up that he's short a certain blond Slayer for said activities, but she'll rub that in later]

8th Seal Broken

[shadow-immortal.livejournal.com]

( Django )

( Alessandro & Abel Nightroad )

[and as much as he'd like to comment on the random singing, Dainn has better things to do.

so Paradisa there's an adorable, "harmless" kitty wandering your castle.

it's Kitty Cat Stealth Time.]

[ooc: open like usual. People who could normally sense Dainn won't be able to while he's in the cat's body, but at the same time Dainn won't be his usual creepy self. he's just people watching.]

(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[In the courtyard tonight, there is one Django curled up but sitting on a bench. Every so often, he'll sniff loudly, as if he had just been crying for a long time]

[ooc: Very much open for tipping over]

008; dictated

[tunafanatic.livejournal.com]

Is there any sort of school set up in Paradisa? I know some people have jobs, but there are a lot of people my age here. It'd make sense to continue with lessons while we're trapped in the castle, wouldn't it?

( Filtered to Kasanoda and Hunny. )

[Haruhi Fujioka: the life of every party. Anyone near the library will find her sitting at a table near the front with a half-dozen books around her, but otherwise, she'll be quietly answering journal comments.]

001

[yokihealing.livejournal.com]

[There's a silver-eyed girl with a large sword on her back standing in the lobby today, and she's looking rather lost and confused. And who can really blame her? Because one moment she's with her comrades in the forest and the next? She's in this strange place that she's never seen before.]

I don't understand how...

[She bites her lip, frowning slightly. She truly has no idea what is going on. But she'll work it out, right?]

» 27

[letsbe_clear]

( [Friends minus Faith] )

[then there's a sigh as her pen taps against the journal for a moment]

I need to get out of the castle. I am ... off shopping for the moment, though. I'm going to be seeing mannequins in my nightmares.

Anybody want to go get breakfast? I'm buying.

[And that is an open offer to anyone. Pop over and say hey. =D Also, if you think you're on her friends filter, you probably are.]

01 / second verse, same as the first

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

[oh hay Paradisa, I heard you like irate shouty gingers, so I got you a ginger so you can-

Well, no, the rest of that meme doesn't really work. THE POINT IS, you are now +1 Donna Noble. Again. And she is not pleased. Again. And she's making her displeasure inadvertently known over the journals - so it's pretty much just like old times!]

Since when do castles have the bloody internet? That's just great. I've been kidnapped, but I can friend princesses trapped in towers on Facebook.

[...this is the point going COMPLETELY over Donna's head. She huffs, annoyed, and then crumples the paper about the CastleNet site up and throws it in the bin.]

'Least I haven't been stuffed into one of those ridiculous poufy dresses. I look horrible in pink.

All Filtered From Tamaki

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

So, if any of you know a guy named Tamaki Suoh, his birthday is coming up this Friday. He'll be turning eighteen.

There's going to be a surprise party for him in the Host Club room. He's a pretty easy guy to please, so don't worry about gifts or anything.

If you've got any questions, I guess, ask me, Haruhi Fujioka or Mitskuni Haninozuka.

♣ ???] the solo job (52nd)

[verydistinctive.livejournal.com]

[he hadn't wanted it to be true, so maybe he'd spent the past few days trying to track her down. Of course, the singing didn't help, but now he's ready to let everyone know, because now he knows it to be undeniably true]

Anyone that knew Bela Talbot, she's gone home.

[he's pretty sure she had set up some sort of trust for the shop. Willow, and probably that new girl Paige, or that Felix guy knew how to handle that.

Now he just had her pets.]


Anyone wants a drink, they're on the house today.


[and Eliot'll be in the Lux. Seated in a booth. Slowly drinking a glass of whiskey. He won't finish it, but it's there. In his hand. If he goes more than the one he'd lose track of how much he drank, and he's really not fond of that loss of control. He's already lost one thing.]

❀ 2

[bioship.livejournal.com]

[For anyone out on the roof this afternoon, present is one green Martian girl floating up just out of arm's reach as she looks out around the castle grounds. Down below her is the open journal, capturing her words and the occasional breeze.]

Are all holidays that eventful here? I mean, I know some people weren't too happy, but a lot of you were really good singers! It was very nice to hear all the different songs there are, and a few dance routines were impressive as well. [There's a slight pause as Megan ponders something.] I wonder how many people dance a lot outside of holidays.

Oh, I remember something I wanted to ask! I've learned my way around the castle now, but I haven't really been into the city yet. What sort of things can be seen there?

♦ 24

[wereall_addicts]

[kitten!Sophie has this habit of hopping up on the bed and curling into the covers after Larry has left for the day. Rumpled blankets + body heat = kitty heaven. She's in the process of taking a catnap when she's suddenly not so kitty-sized, and happens to knock over the journal as she rolls over and comes too. The thud! of it hitting the ground is enough to snap her out of her nap and have her looking around.]

What?

[a beat]

Oh.

[a longer beat as she looks down and realizes she's in ... absolutely nothing.]


.... Oh, dear.

[Room 507]

[Sophie is currently pulling on whatever clothing she can find in order to ... cover herself. She's got one of Larry's button downs from his closet and is now currently searching for pants that might be able to fit her because ... it doesn't really occur to her that she can ask the castle for them.

... she usually tries to avoid that anyway.

When the door opens, she only really hears the creak behind her and just glances with an apologetic smile]

I may ... need to borrow your pants.

[Top part of the journal entry is open to be responded to, but it will happen after she's finished talking to Larry. OPEN if anyone would like to run into her on the hallway back to the tower, and open to tower residents, as well. Just ... say hi to the strange woman wandering around shoeless in men's clothing.]

Log 017//: Guardian Ubiquitos

[azure-guardian.livejournal.com]

( Abel )

[and for the rest of you, the rapid sound of keys clicking can be heard. Kite's programing but doesn't realize that the journal is nearby.]

[ooc: opennn~]

thirty three buttons

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

[Dictated quietly, sourly, bitterly into the journal]

What's the most ridiculous, most frustrating, angering, teeth-grinding, obnoxious, stupid, ignorant, hurtful, offending, no-good name someone has ever called you?

3. Wheels in Motion - loss

[lady-maz.livejournal.com]

[Private]

Ahhh, good morning! Marian feels better than ever, STRONGER than ever! She yawns and stretches in bed, snug in her new, modern silk pajamas, and looks around in satisfaction.

"Today's the day," she whispers to herself. ( But wheelchair disagrees )

[To the castle]
Hello? Does anyone need a wheelchair? The clinic or anyone else? I have a wheelchair that needs to find a new owner...
[/Castle]

[OCC: Open to everyone! Feel free to try and rid her of the wheelchair, take a free ride in it, give her advice, tease her or just talk a bit. Though be aware that of the wheelchair will follow her like the plague. ;-) ]

♰ 1

[benevolentstar.livejournal.com]

[Esther had been keeping herself busy trying to get adjust to life in a new world. A week had come and gone reading and taking in the sights. She felt compelled to use this journal for something other than looking back and hearing the sound of her fallen friend's voice once more.]

( To anyone who has helped Father Abel Nightroad )

[With that done, Esther settled into a pew in the church and continued going through the journal.]

[ooc; Open to anyone in the church. I swear she'll have a post for the rest of the castle someday. ;;]

2nd

[rock-it-punch.livejournal.com]

[Santo, not being one to trust ghosts with handling his food, is in the kitchen making a gigantic sandwich.

Even if you're not in the kitchen, this is apparent from the occasional bits of mustard dropping off the knife he's waving around while he talks and onto the journal page. Enjoy that.]

Okay, so, I've been here for like a week or so now - hi, my name's Santo, by the way - and I gotta say, I dunno why some people I've talked to are so down on this place. I mean, yeah, we got taken out of our worlds, which is like normal kidnapping but infinitely more illegal I guess, and we can't leave...but this place is awesome! Way better than living on some dumb rock floating in the ocean waiting for the next bunch of killer robots or killer vampires or killer...robot...vampires to show up.

[The knife's put down now, but the damage has been done.]

And I could never get away with making a three foot tall every-meat-ever-sandwich back home. [In a mock whiny voice.] "We don't have the supplies for it, Santo! You don't even need to eat, Santo!" Pfft.

Though I gotta say, if there's another day full of singing any time soon, I might have to change my opinion. Some of you guys seriously sucked.

[ooc: in person or via journal!]

(no subject)

[cuttlefishiest.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, what is this?
Oh! Hehe, it's writing down what I'm saying!

[there's a pause, as she brings the journal up to her face] Heeeeeeeello!

Wow, there is a lot of other writing here too! [hm, pulling that journal away from her face, and starts wandering out of her room] Hmm, this is all too exciting to be a dream bubble. Not only that, but I don't see anyone else here dreaming! I wonder where I am? Maybe this is another part of the farthest ring?

I just drifted here, which is pretty FISHY! I never heard that anything like this was supposed to happen! MAAAAAYBE, I just caught a whopper of an adventure!? [SO -EXCIT---ED, she's having a hard time containing it!]

Doing something new that I never expected, that would be pretty neat! Whale, I guess it's time to do a little exploring! [and, as promised, she is running around and looking everywhere. Which means that she's opening any door that is unlocked and taking a peek inside. PRIVACY, WHAT IS THAT?

HEY THERE NEW FRIEND WHO ARE YOU, glub glub 38) (and btw, she'll figure out how to change her journal text soon enough ♥]

ninth glamour

[thatsnotnancy.livejournal.com]

Fuck you, Paradisa. I don't know what shit I did to piss you off but that was a fucking cheap-shot.

Really. A mailbox? Couldn't be a little more creative? If I wanted shit shoved inside of me, I've got a boyfriend for that. You're real cute, Paradisa. Real fucking cute.

Whatever. I'm at least grateful I didn't burst into song. [scoffs] Most of your guys's taste in music is kind of shitty.

[There's some stretching...! And she just cracked her back a bit, giving a satisfied sigh.]

Ugh! I feel like I never want to sit still ever again.

Twenty-First Issue - Talent Scout

[ruined-jaw.livejournal.com]

{So, i's come t'my attention o'er th' last few days that at least some o' you have some real talent, in the singin' department. I've been lookin' fer talented folks fer quite a long time, bein' that me own vocal ability is somewhat...nonexistent, as it were.}

{I know many of ya would like t'forget that th' whole mess even happened, an' I can hardly say I blame ya, but th' fact remains that there's talent t'be had. As a musician, I'd be remiss if I didn' encourage it. As I've mentioned before, me mate Shin an' I have been performin' regularly at Caritas fer some time now, but obviously with jus' th' two of us our performance is a li'l lacking.}

{Guess what I really want is t'hear some o' ya sing fer me. Y'can filter it jus' t'me, Jonothan Starsmore, if y'want. I'd jus' love t'hear what this place has in it, when i's not bein' forced by th' castle.}

[Now, with his request out of the way, Jono's just gonna do what he always does, and strum up a tune for the masses. Feel free to bother him over the journal, telepathically, or come knock on his door. He's actually in a mood for visitors tonight, so have at him.]