(no subject)

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

Who: Rory Williams and Amy Pond-Williams
Where: One of the outposts
What: First night as a married couple
When: The evening of the 4th, after their wedding winds down
Rating: R

( Neither time nor death could ever hope to separate us ... )

Nepeta: Be purrductive.

[rogueofheart]

( KARKAT )

[Some time much later, Nepeta can be found outside. In the middle of the night. She's out prowling, looking for small critters to hunt. That rustle in the bushes? Might just be her waiting to spring. The horns poking out from the tall grass? That's her, too.

She has been itching to hunt something, and by gosh, she is going to hunt something even if it's the smallest of furbeasts. Squirrels and other tiny critters beware!

Maybe you happen to find her during her hunt?]

3rd scroll | dictated/action

[soupbender.livejournal.com]

( Tony Stark/Yuan/Peace Patrol )

[Otherwise, Katara is just blindly wandering around the castle, in search of the basement, barreling around corners and generally just looking incredibly lost. Careful: get too close and she might ask for directions (or just flat out run into you.)]

(no subject)

[impermissible.livejournal.com]

( Nancy )

( Jessica )

Alright.

[And this is where Zeke lights up a smoke, taking a moment to pause before blowing smoke away from the journal.]

How do you determine your worth here, in Paradisa? It's a weird question, but just humor me here.

Do you feel as though you're not much of anything unless you help people? Or do you use this so-called eternity to do all the things you never could back wherever you're from? Kind of like an extended bucket list, hopefully without the dying involved-- for those who are lucky.

Or, do you just take every day in stride, thinking this is all a temporary stint? I mean, I can see how it wouldn't be like that for people who have been here for several years, but--

Eh. [Blows smoke.] Just something I was wondering.

(no subject)

[gothiphile.livejournal.com]

[ Perona's been so bored today. She was looking for Zoro earlier (a fruitless effort if there ever was one) but she couldn't find him, so now she was simply floating around her journal in the lobby while her body rested up in her room

bored bored bored.... hm...

she dictated to her journal ]

How many of you have experience with ghosts?


[ paaaause ]

Oh, and if you see an idiot with green hair, tell him I'm looking for him.

❀002

[foodchains.livejournal.com]

First thing's first. What's up with these books? Aside from the fact that I can, you know, talk to you all through them.

[A long pause. How to approach this subject...and since she doesn't know how to filter yet:]

Sayaka, are you done moping around yet?

[And for anyone who's in town, one might find a certain red-headed teen juggling some apples. ...at least two of them are bitten apples.]

[ooc: Open! Specify in person or journal, plx :>]

well you're up so high how can you save me

[neverdream.livejournal.com]

Who: neverdream and consecrat.
What: A chance (?) encounter.
When: Presently.
Where: The library.
Rating: Can't foresee any need for warnings!

( when the dark comes here tonight to take me )

dictated

[selenoscape.livejournal.com]

Um, hello. Oh, I hope I'm doing this correctly. My name is Estelle, and I've read through quite a bit of this journal already, but... Well, I thought I should introduce myself! I was also wondering if anyone else is here from my world, Terca Lumereis.

It's very nice to meet you all!

26 Rolls of the Die

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

[Mat had been quiet. At one point in time, Rand and Perrin might have rolled their eyes at the possibility...but with everything that had happened back home and everything he'd seen here? Sometimes the quiet was a nice change. He'd packed his things and gone into town and just laid low. No obligations. No responsibilities. No nothing.

...But today, he makes his way back to the castle. He's realizing there are people here he wants to check up on (whether he wants to admit it or not). In the stables, brushing Bela down, he'll flip open the journal and rest it on a nearby crate while he dictates]

Ever get the feeling that, even when you can't see them, someone's pulling your strings?

I hate that.

( Ino )

( Yosuke )

( Maya )

[ooc: Mat's final post. Sorry to his CR for this being so late. ;;]

5: Positive and Negative Data

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

[There's the sound of metallic plates softly snapping together over the journals as Clu sits hunched over in the lobby, using one of the tables as a makeshift workbench. His journal is open and out, and  a few glowing datapads  are stacked up on top if it with lines of scrolling text and various diagrams.

His fingers, marked with lines of black and gold, tap at a little menu hovering before him, and each movement yields a response from a silvery, angular ball of metal floating just over the pages of the journal.]

There we go.

[He murmurs as he finishes the last bit of input, and the metal goes rigid, though it pulsates every once in a while, just slightly.]

All right, Bit. Let's see if my 'wish' worked as well as it seems.

'YES'

And you're not on the Grid anymore, are you?

'NO.' [It shifts, turning red, the triangular points going sharp]

Good. Then I won't have to tamper with your code to make sure you still function in this world. [He glances back down at the table, moving to put the datapads away.]

'NO. NO.'

....[Two responses? No. Two Bits. That...can't be right.]

'NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO--'

[For a while, there is a good amount of hurried keytapping and beeping, and then quiet silence before Clu speaks over the journal.]

Greetings, programs and Users....would anyone care to take in a few...stray Bits?

'YES YES YES YES YES YES EYES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES'



[ooc: OPEN AS ALWAYS <3 Clu accidentally cloned his companion wish a few times, so the lobby is cluttered with Bits, all tiny balls of energy and Grid-metal floating around, just waiting to give pushy, nosy, YES or NO advice to your characters. And possibly stay with them.

They're in a pack right now, so if you do something right, or ask a question with a positive response anywhere near them? You'll hear a chorus of chanted 'YES', and, of course, the opposite for the opposite. THEY ARE PROBABLY VERY ANNOYING IN LARGE NUMBERS.

Oh and don't worry, Clu will be derezzing any unwanted Bits after this, so by the end of today your lobby will be relatively back to normal. XD]

gamzee: be memorable

[unsoundest.livejournal.com]

[ the journal suddenly falls open and records a yawn and a few small honks from multiple horns ]

Uhhhhhhh.....ahahahaha..

[ there's small movement as gamzee picks up and gives two horns a squeeze ]

Honk, honk.

(no subject)

[murderous.livejournal.com]

Anyone happen to see a newborn goddess running around somewhere? Blonde, disheveled hair, most likely clad in leather of some sort and sporting a crazed look in her eyes. She might answer to the name of Callisto, or she might just kill you on approach. Either way is a good indicator that it's her. The ear-piercing scream is also a dead giveaway.

I wouldn't typically ask, but it's been over a week now and her name is still on the door. Call me curious.

And so I tell myself that I'll be strong and dreaming when they're gone

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

Who: CLU
When: backlogged to a few days ago!
Where: the gardens :3
What: Clu hates the world and loves it. What is this even? Quorra offers her cheery view on things. <3
Rating: Rated G for squishy cuteness

( 'Cause they're calling me home... )

[Action]

[wontworkforfood.livejournal.com]

[Normally, something like waking up in an unfamiliar castle would immediately trigger Reimu's Incident instincts, and she would go off crusading to find the one responsible and beat them senseless. This would cause some problems with regards to public relations, so it's a good thing that circumstances aspired to the contrary.]

Ah?

[When Reimu awoke, her first indication that anything was wrong was the fact that she wasn't in bed, but rather was on the floor. Second was that it wasn't the floor to her shrine, but was in fact the floor to a vast kitchen, the likes of which she had never seen. A ghost was trying to take her order.]

[After several seconds of confusion and indecision, the notion of free food won over immediate duty...]

...Okay, I'll have steamed rice, miso soup, broiled salmon and some asazuke pickles.

[Filing "resolve incident" under her to-do list for the moment, Reimu left the kitchen with a full Japanese-style breakfast assortment, putting it down on the nearest available convenient surface (which happened to be in the dining room) to start her day with a combination of a wholesome breakfast and a jumbled mess of confused thoughts.]

Eighty Second Song

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Things are not too great at Cassa Del Lorne at this moment in time. With Faith on the loose, and people from his world all crammed into Caritas for their own protection, tempers were sure to get frayed. It was inevitable. Being an empath demon while the people you considered your family were getting all...antsy with each other was not a fun thing. In fact, it ranked pretty high on Lorne's un-fun-o-meter. Right after the apocalypse and watching a juicer high school production of Cats.

And so, Lorne is sitting in Caritas, playing a mournful little tune on the piano, his journal open to one side to pick up the music. He might not be the type to openly admit when something was bugging him, and stay forever the team's cheerleader, but this was one avenue he could get his feelings out with. After he finishes playing, he sighs, starting to speak]

Whoever said poetry was food for the soul clearly hadn't spent a night listening to Dionne Warwick. Just saying. It takes the first few notes of Heartbreaker, and I'm sold.

[He starts playing again a much more upbeat tune this time]

So come on, cats and kittens. Give me something to ponder on while I'm stuck here. What's the music for your soul?

020--dictated;

[bigbad]

[Spike does not realize his journal's open, at first. He's just sort of muttering to himself. About things that technically happened weeks ago, yay backtagging's interesting continuity.]

Still a dick.

[He catches sight of the open journal and reaches to close it, then changes his mind and makes a filter to Fred.]

( Private to Fred )