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[cartrauma.livejournal.com]

[Chiyo is actually somewhere she's never actually been before- The gym! Because after hiding in her room forever after Slenderman, she's gotten it into her head she needs to ~get tough~. She has no idea what any of the equipment does though. So she's just poking around, trying to figure out how everything works until she notices the dumbbells. Oh, well those she knows how to work! Or at least she has an idea.... Maybe.... She picks up one of the five pound weights, looking at it. It's a bit heavier than she thought it would be]


Ah. Maybe I should find a teacher....

((Open in person or over the journals I suppose fffff))

Nepeta: Enjoy life and the little things in it.

[rogueofheart]

[Dictated rather cheerfully]

:33 < hello purradisa!
:33 < is anyone still awake?
:33 < besides trolls i mean because i know you all are awake h33 h33
:33 < at least i think you are awake
:33 < i guess purradisas sun is not as dangerous to be up and about in as alternias sun
:33 < wait hold on i got off track
:33 < i was thinking of efurrything that makes me happy
:33 < like having a moirail or chasing or eating tiny furbeasts or balls of yarn
:33 < and tea!!!
:33 < sooo i was wondering what makes you happy
:33 < anyone can answer i dont mind m33ting new residents
:33 < maybe even tell me something that makes you happy that someone has given you as a purrsent?
:33 < anything goes!

ɴɪɴᴛʜ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛ ✪ ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

[Dean's washing Cooper because to be frank he started to smell and despite him taking it seriously... Cooper is absolutely not. He doesn't want the bath and because of that is whining in protest and spending every chance he gets trying to escape. The responses on Dean's end to the attempts at dodging him are quite comedic and punctuated but a lot of cursing and eventually tying Cooper so he doesn't do anymore damage. Despite that though, eventually one of those times Cooper is trashing he knocks Dean's journal into the tub of water.]

Shit... The hell can't you stand still? It's just a lil' water and you reek!

[Dean pulls his journal out of the basin and shakes it out. Responses will be delayed because he's still waiting for it to dry off. You can find him outside of The Lux (which has become a regular hang out for him) after the fact flipping the pages back and forth to help the process and poorly drawing little sigils, monsters, mythos and lore based shapes onto napkins as he waits. He's got nothing better to do. Dean's got two empty bottles of beer by the heel of his boot and he's working on his third. Feel free to approach him. All responses that are journal based will be dictated while he waits for his journal to bake in the sun. Cooper is with him too, despite Dean wanting to leave him in the castle, and he's sprawled out at Dean's feet panting and sniffing at the empty bottles that were placed near to him.]

028 Years Late

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[A laugh echos through the journal. It sounds familiar... but it's taken on a decidedly darker tone. ]

Marvelous. Oh, this is marvelous!

[There's a pained sound] No. I won't let...

[more laughter] Hmmm. You're putting up more resistance than most. No matter, I always win in the end.

Ugh. Those humans, filling up the TARDIS and always getting in my way. They're of no use to anyone. Let my other selves deal with them, I have more important things to attend to.

[Is that maniacal, evil laughter? I do believe it is]

((ooc: Look who's been affected by Maine's Loss Open over the journal, or in the TARDIS. He might end up elsewhere in the castle later, but for now that's where he is. Also: He's being canonbumped (mod approved) by Rory))

021. Travelling Riverside Blues

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock is currently a little ways into the woods, looking around at trees and generally appearing as though he is wandering about like an idiot.

He's not, though.

He's actually looking for the right place to do something, and after about an hour of pacing around and getting nowhere, he pops open his journal and dictates into it.]

Alright, so. I'm thinking I want to build a house or a cabin or whatever out here. Just like, a place to chill nearby that isn't the castle or a bar or whatever.

No offense to the people who own the bars.

I can probably swing the building thing alright, though help with that would be pretty cool, but cutting down big damn trees isn't really something I got a lot of experience in.

Anyone want in on this?

( Sylvanas. )

[ooc. open in person or over the journal! i am at work at the moment so tags will be slow for a few hours ♥]

Vriska: Be terribly celebratory.

[thiefoflight.livejournal.com]

[Happy 04.13, everyone! You know who's staying up all day to wish her favorite human a happy wriggling day? Do you?

Yep, it's Vriska. Oh, that Vriska! What's she doing now?

Well, I'll tell you. She's pasting in the following picture into the journal. And over Castlenet. And on a certain Egbert's door.]



Happy Wriggling Day, John!
(Or, 8irthday, whatever.)
Here are all these things you like. Together!
8n't I gr8?
Anyway, have a good one, ok????????

[Yep, not taking that one down. Everyone needs to know about John's birthday so they can give him gifts. All the gifts. All of them.]

_{(ooc. image credit oh my god fghjkl /sobs into hands)}

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[merriment.livejournal.com]

[ The journal picks up a quiet sigh, followed by someone trying to clear their throat quietly. She is absolutely mortified by the recent turn of events, feeling she was made a fool of by the castle and that terrible loss! In fact, she plans to stay in her room all day. After a few false starts, she eventually finds her voice: ]

Good afternoon, residents of Paradisa. It is Justinia.

I owe apologies to many of you, it seems the castle saw fit to place me on a loss that lasted for several weeks. I am in my right mind now and no longer believe that any of you are my.. husband. He is not here and he will most likely never be, I have come to realize this over the duration of my stay.

Oh, goodness. I do hope those who were forced to deal with my loss will forgive me, especially those I was not acquainted with before it began. I am truly sorry.

[ooc; Loss is over. Ended early because two characters who were signed up dropped. Thanks again for all the lulz, guys. I'll still be tagging those threads. :)]

second ; // 014;

[thelifemeddler.livejournal.com]

[In the surprisingly clear skies above Paradisa today, there are some strange shapes. They aren't birds, but they glide through the hollows of the mountain range with the swiftness and simple joy found among any living, flying creature.

The first is recognizable as the dragon Alexstrasza, beautiful and graceful in her flight. A smaller crimson dragon flies circles around her, though anyone who's seen Alexstrasza up close would note that's still pretty huge. This new dragon somersaults, flies backwards and upside down simultaneously. He seems to be putting on quite a show, darting closer and closer to obstacles and getting out of danger just in time.

It's an impressive display that Alexstrasza keeps a close eye on, gliding through the air with only half as many wing beats thanks to her immense size, and a particularly impressive display of skill she opens large jaws to let out a loud bellow--but one that doesn't at all come off intimidating, oddly enough. She's so impressed with her hubby♥

The smaller leviathan twists to avoid smashing a wing into the side of a cliff, effortlessly channeling his momentum into a thermal that brings him closer to his queen. Korialstrasz answers his queen's bellow with a triumphant cry of his own. He might not be as young as he was back when he was first chosen, but he's still in love. ♥

This is how dragons flirt, apparently.]

[ooc: OPEN OMG... feel free to point, scream, complain, threadhop♥♥♥;;!! Krasus won't be answering anything via journal for obvious reasons, but gratuitous telepathy is an option. Alexstrasza, too.]

002

[ofmywill.livejournal.com]

[ Alright, well, so far? This place isn't too shabby. A few friends from home, a few people who know him from his previous two-year stay, and a few mysteries to investigate so he has something to do with his free time...not bad. Not bad at all. The lack of having his nuts clawed at by Erebus helps, too.

For the first week, Minato has been indulging the simpler pleasures of life; fresh food, sleeping in, and spending a day doing nothing but playing videogames and listening to music. Good times all around!

But of course, one can't just laze around forever- social needs are just that. So today, he's on a lobby couch, feet propped up on an ottoman, PSP in his lap. Faint sounds of some sort of hacky-slashy game with all the people from that one popular series filter through his headphones, but it's mostly his voice, dictating into the journal. ]

For all the people who've been here awhile...I was wondering. How do you fill your days? I don't mind having all this time off, but...it's like summer vacation.

[ In that eventually, like Junpei, there's just nothing left to do and you can't wait for school to be back in. He buttons through a menu, pausing before the next fight against Swordguy McLeatherbelts. ]

Must be more to do. Especially with the mystery of the castle.

( ooc: le journal & action )

007 ✘ [action] ... forward dated to tomorrow

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

( X-Men )

( Kitty )

[After his trouble tracking Damon down, Logan's been noticeably grumpy.  Which might have something to do with the fact that he worries about his hunting skills getting rusty.   Luckily, there's lots of woods out here, and so he's out there right now, stalking around.  If he expected to find anything though, he's been sorely disappointed]

Aren't there any flamin' animals in these woods?   Just one more thing about this place that ain't right.

[There's a pause as he stares broodingly around for a moment, before adding:]

Don't suppose anybody's up for some tracking games?

[Something in his tone makes it obvious that what Logan refers to as 'games' would not be most other people's idea of fun.]

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[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Is decidedly displeased.]

Lately wore too much salt.

[And grumpy!Del is now grumpy, because he's not at all the kind of insane he's supposed to be.]

((ooc: So openly open~))

♩ 027

[marionttepurple.livejournal.com]

[He didn't care much for storybooks, as they were for children, but even so, this one intrigued him. It was about his home world, after all. So he kind of...reads it aloud, unaware that the journal is open.]

"Once upon a time, there was a black beast.
The beast was very strong, and it ate many people.
The people fought the beast. However...
...it was too strong, and they could not win.
When the world was at a loss...
...a white knight appeared out of nowhere, followed by five champions.
They were very, very strong.
And the people finally defeated the beast."

[a pause, before he makes his own comments.]

..."Many people." That's quite the understatement, considering how many people there actually were. It didn't even mention that they also taught mankind how to use magic. Then again, I guess you can't always count on stories such as these to provide all the details, right Sis?

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[raretype.livejournal.com]

( kitchen filter; )

[ooc: also weirdly backdated to a lunch, like, two weeks ago. winning.]

at eighth orb

[justgonnaramble.livejournal.com]

[there's a thud as Paige drops her head into her open journal. She is tired and grumpy tonight. Between her little trip to Mineas Well, rescuing Felix, and all of the extra work with the magic shop since Bela left...she's definitely been keeping busy. There is a long sigh and some thought before she starts talking...]

Two months. I've been here for two months.

Seems like I haven't stopped moving since I got here. Anyone else feel that way? Or did I just arrive at a really bad time?

[another sigh, she sits up and rubs her forehead]

And the thing is...-ugh. Nevermind.

I should get out. Anyone want to get out?


( private )

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[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[dictated.]

After spending so much time here, I can't help but wonder how much time it will take until a person's previous world becomes meaningless. Perhaps not their character or their moral standing, but the events and state of their worlds immediately before their arrival here--how many years does it take until that becomes irrelevant? What if someone were to stay here for five, ten, twenty years? That's enough time to change the average human, if not others.

Three years in Paradisa, three more years of my life. I still don't feel a day over twenty.

[he laughs.] Ah, I've been absent of late. What has everyone been up to? The place hasn't smelled of blood for a while, so I assume those of you in the castle are getting along well enough.

[he ends with this little sigh... like... he's disappointed. needs more chaos. --speaking of which...]

( Pharos )

006 » Jade: throw John a party!

[frogs]

( open for all castmates and all of John's friends! and party crashers, if you're so inclined! )

You must be, if the tale of 52 is to be right.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[Coming home from town, Jilly doesn't stop to look at the nameplate before opening the door to her room. Why would she? The artist's name had never been on the nameplate for 1105. It was Sakaki's room and it always had been, for longer than Jilly had been in the castle.

Shouldering the door open, arms full of a bag with sweets appropriated from the Kat (she figured Barney wouldn't mind), Jilly's already speaking as she steps inside] You know, I never remember how tiring murals are until I agree to- Oh.

[She stands in the doorway, stunned into silence. Gone are the two beds. Gone are the stuffed animals, the pictures placed lovingly on the walls, and the piles of books that hadn't quite made it back onto a bookshelf (Jilly's fault, usually). Instead, Jilly found herself looking at the standard, castle given room, its impersonal luxury denying that anyone else had ever lived here.

The artist's things were still there, of course, but they were neatly piled at the foot of the bed... as if the ghosts had come and set everything up to be moved to another location. Even their pets had gone silent, Ricky hiding in a corner of his tank, Fluffy doing...well..what tribbles always did. Or didn't. And Chirp, bereft of one of its owners, was currently a handkerchief lying sadly at the bottom of its cage.

She doesn't cry (or not yet, anyway, though she can already feel it threatening). There's no desperate attempt to deny what's happened. Instead, she quietly sets her bags on the floor and opens her journal, doing her best to keep her voice from breaking]

For anyone who knew her... Sakaki's gone home.

Pied Piper

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Who: Delirium (fishy_go_byebye) and Legato (endthem)
When: Today!
Where: In town~
Rating: ...PG13...?
What: Being very naughty crazy people...

The fountain was colder than she expected, ( considering how warm it was... )