_nineteen_

[skullish.livejournal.com]

[It should come as a surprise to nobody that Sera is awake right now. She is currently sitting in her recently redesigned super-awesome room, which is all spooky and dark how she likes it. Headphones on, she's doodling in her sketchbook, when something ... catches her eye ...

And oh my god holy shit what are those things this is absolutely terrible.]

... muh.

[THANKFULLY, the journal is open nearby to catch that quiet outburst of genius, and once she realizes that this is so, she grabs for it to sketch something kind of quickly on the page.]



[Dictated:] This thingee. Has anyone else ... seen ... it? Or ... um. Shit.

24 - How do you say goodbye when they're already gone? - 24

[onemanshort.livejournal.com]

[Kaylee's tried to be cheerful...but it's a difficult thing to manage. Thanks to the castle's meddling, she'd sung about flying and family and it had just seemed right. She'd been rebuilding the Mule and, while River's going still hurt, she'd had Zoe and she'd had Wash. It was a small family, and not quite flying, but it had been something.

Now Wash was gone.

Zoe was stoic as ever, of course. Zoe was always strong. But things were awful quiet in their quarters. Quiet and off.

During the day, Kaylee could work in the stables. She could walk in the sunshine and talk to people in the kitchen and she could be cheerful.

Tonight, though, she wasn't ready to face the quiet at "home." She'd debated walking to Caritas, as all her friends were there, but they had problems of their own. So, tonight, she's sitting in the Deathmatch, a strong drink at her elbow, though she's mostly ignoring it. After all, it's not very fun, drinking alone]

[Shooing a few soot sprites away from her drink, she'll open her journal and set it on the bar near her]

Sometimes I ain't sure what'd be worse... havin' no friends or family here at all or havin' a bunch of 'em and bein' forced to watch 'em leave... but right now, I really ain't likin' the thought of either of 'em.

[backdated to a more feasible hour of the evening. Open over the journals or in the Deathmatch]

#059

[advisortype.livejournal.com]

[He got sidetracked for a good while after Sakaki's departure and didn't go see his buddy immediately, but finally, Yosuke is going to go and make sure Mat's doing alright. He's been really quiet on the journal lately, too, and it seems possible the fool really did like that girl so much he turned to drinking, moping, or both after she'd taken off. Fireworks, those are what he needs, something explosive to remind him of what he likes best, and a package of them arriving out of the blue at Yosuke's door is really perfect timing.

Trotting on up to the floor Mat's door is on, a sense of foreboding hits him, but he doesn't place why it's there right until he reaches up to knock on the door. That's when he notices the nameplate is gone. That's also when he decides to just slam his fist into the door really, really hard. A few more slams later, he picks up the journal and speaks in a rough-edged voice.]

Mat's gone.

Really funny, castle. Really fucking funny. Hey, good news, guys, I found out how to get home! Just tell me your name, we can hang out a few times, and you'll be on your way!

[Thoroughly sad, angry, and feeling rebellious, he's going to slam his journal closed now and start stalking toward the castle's front gate. Journal responses will be hella delayed.]

nine ✩

[advocacies.livejournal.com]

( joshua christopher )

(no subject)

[mommyhost.livejournal.com]

( FILTERED TO TAMAKI )

[and before Tamaki come barreling into his room shouting nonsensical idiocy, he clears his throat and begins dictating in the same calm and leisurely fashion for Paradisa at large. yes, that's right. your doom is upon you, fair castle, in the form of a perfectly ordinary 17 year old high school student. fear.]

It seems I'm something of a 'repeat customer' of a castle that takes its fee upon entry - so I see it only right to re-introduce myself.

My name is Ootori Kyouya. For those of you I've met before... I look forward to being reacquainted, and I hope you'll forgive my obvious lapse in memory. And for those I will meet for the first time, I look forward to building new bridges, so to speak. I'm certain there is no shortage of interesting individuals in a... 'magic castle' capable of feats on such a grand scale.

[there's a slight pause as he adjusts his glasses and taps his pen idly on the side of the journal.]

As for anyone associated with or involved in the Host Club currently run by Suoh Tamaki, I'm sure we'll be seeing a great deal of each other. Please feel free to introduce yourself; it would be my pleasure. [oh yes. his pleasure indeed! 8)]

First Cut

[alabaster-blood.livejournal.com]

[Anyone listening to their journal right now is in for an unpleasant sensation. It sounds like someone set off some sort of explosion...that sounds suspiciously like a bolt of lightning hitting the floor of the lobby. This sound is followed by another, slightly more organic, but only slightly. It sounds like someone hitting the floor with a dull thud, with two smaller thuds following shortly thereafter. A few seconds later there'll be a ragged gasp as the person belonging to this horrible noises realizes that he's not where he should be. Raiden switches his communication to codec, so anyone monitoring burst transmission radio frequencies will hear someone coming in over frequency 141.80, someone who sounds suspiciously like Axel.]

Snake...c-can you hear me? Did you do it? Are The Patriots dead?

δώδεκα

[chaosphiliac.livejournal.com]

[ just plain dictated. SORRY YOU FOLKS WHO MISS HER LOVELY BOD ]

Hmm~ Let's have a bit of sharing time, okay?

Why not you all tell me about the gods in your world. That is, if you have any at all.

[ she laughs and it ends ]

1 Little Insect, Crushed Underfoot

[shodan-43893.livejournal.com]

[ There is something to be said about not knowing where one is. More accurately, that something said is often sound quietly, smattered with profanities uttered under one's breath. Profanities, however, are beneath Shodan. It is not without her nature to drop the 'F' bomb, as it were.

For the first time in her admittedly brief life, however, she was tempted.

Violet eyes, the color of new bruises, they stared up at the towering castle before her. It was, in a word, beautiful - if one could call a stone construct such a thing. Shodan did not like stone. It was dumb, stabbing into the sky like some foolish exclamation mark with no point. She hated it. She hated how white it was, how perfect it tried to look. It was not perfect.

She was perfect.

Traces embedded in false flesh the color of gunmetal, the lights of her screamed road cone orange, the color of caution and catastrophe, bad ideas spiraling out of control. She could hear things, however - the scurrying of little likes, like ants beenath her feet. A lip curled up and away from silvered teeth, reflecting color even within her glorious mouth.

Under the light of the sun and the sky of new, blue spring, Shodan started for the castle, wires and glowing cables flicking, clacking, fluttering in her wake. She was going to get the bottom of this - starting with just where the hell she was.]

♣ ???] the knock-down job (53rd)

[verydistinctive.livejournal.com]

I've seen a few offers in here for tracking and going out on trips. A few for training, self-defense... [clears his throat]

Anyone here just need a sparring partner?

[a beat] I'd prefer not to get thrown across the room from a single blow, no offense to the ones here that have that kind of strength.

[he's quiet a bit]

I just need something that'll hit back.

1st Howl

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Alright, let's see if this journal nonsense actually works, and my neighbors weren't completely full of shit. Is anybody out there gettin' this message? Anybody? Hello? Just hit me back if it does, so I don't feel like a total dipshit for writin' on a piece of paper and expectin' people to just magically get the message.

Alright, so I had somebody gimme' the main gist of this place. Pulled from home, Stepford-perfect landscape, blah, blah, blah. That's nice. Unbelievably ridiculous, but nice. Not like I plan on stayin' around long enough to debate it. All I care about is gettin' the hell outta' this place and getting myself back to Japan.

Look, one of you has to let me in on this. Where are we, really? It's all some kinda' messed up social experiment, isn't it? I'll commend you guys on actually findin' a tranquilizer powerful enough to put me out, but this is still ten kinds of illegal. I don't care what country you're from, you don't just snatch people up like this. While I did kinda' wanna' get away from home, this is NOT what I was lookin' for.

o15 | written; through the world i've stumbled

[encourage]

Need someone who knows cybernetics or human experimentation and/or familiar with intricate machinery in Clinic STAT

one stolen crown

[frying-panned.livejournal.com]

[Afternoon, Paradisa! If anyone just so happens to be in the lobby today, they will see a veeerry handsom man laying face-down on the floor, unconscious. He doesn't stay that way for long, though]

...Huh?

[His eyes flick open and he gets on his feet, looking around like he's waiting for something to hit him over the head. Again]

What the...? Where am I? [Turning in circles now, rubbing the back of his head] I could have sworn I was in a tower. [Oh look, his satchel. Picking that up from the floor now and looping the it over his shoulder] At least I didn't lose you.

[Anyone want to bother the dude goofily smiling at a man-purse?]

(no subject)

[wield.livejournal.com]

[ There's a loud crashing sound as a table flips over, causing the chair and the journal that was placed on it to fly open. You can hear her in a mid gasp and breathing heavy, and then it slowly fades to silence.

She doesn't say anything, but the sound of her body shuffling around until she finally got on her feet is audible, as well as the sound of her shoes tapping on the floor in slow and cautious steps. Another brief moment of silence, then a quiet and noticeably confused voice, almost a whisper is emitted. ]

… This has to be some kind of mistake.

4. Gone Fishing

[lady-maz.livejournal.com]

Marian has promised to take Cain Knightlord fishing. The man loves fish, but has never caught one in his life? This must be remedied. Guy of Gisborne might come along, anxious to stretch his currently wolfish legs. Will there be fish in the pond or must they use castle magic and wish for them? Will they even catch any? Do you want to join in? Fishing, chatting, watching, have a picnic? Please do!

It's a fine day and the water is calm as a mirror. Perfect for fishing.

[ooc: Backdated a few days, OPEN and so backtagging friendly that you'll have time to go fishing for real.]

(no subject)

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

Strange things are afoot, but that's not really new. I'm more concerned when it's quiet.

[There's soft clicking here as Teresa rolls some acorns around in her palm.]

This month marks my third year here. I've never been one to keep track of dates, so the exact day came and went without my noticing. It seems that most people don't forget the day they arrive.

I can't say I ever expected to be here this long.

[[ooc: Feel free to encounter Teresa and help her out over here! Extra points if you try to chase it, because she's too cool to do so B( ]]

(no subject)

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

( private; )

Ah.

[he pauses, then says rather sharply:]

I don't know if many would have considered that idiot their friend, but it looks like Dante's been sent back to his own world.

Eight

[blorks.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure I remember seein' a movie about fuzzy things once. Wasn't there some sorta rule about not getting them wet, or letting them eat after midnight?

Anyway, who's got money on them somehow ending up swarming and makin' us all live in terror fer days? I'm puttin' twenty caisos on it right now.

(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

[even though Dainn only now has Ringo's body, apparently, a large bit of a certain Solar Boy is still paranoid

so very paranoid

So when he sees darkness well up somewhere from the corner of his eyes, no matter where, he'll pull out his solar powered gun and shoot at it, sending soot balls flying without fail]

...

I can't wait for this to be over...

(no subject)

[kindnessing.livejournal.com]

[Ken had been reading about the recent rash (?) of little fuzzy sprites everywhere, but he hadn't run into any himself... it was probably for the best. (what if they were dangerous??)

With a small grocery bag in his arms, he walks back towards the castle when he suddenly spots something darting into the bushes. he doesn't get a good look at it, but what he did see...]

A rabbit? Huh.

[[ooc: the spring plot continues...!]]

Host King's Thirty-Eighth Court

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

[Today the ballroom is once again unrecognisable, sawdust strewn over the floor and the sweet smell of candyfloss in the air. There are bleachers around the main ring, but there doesn't seem to be anything stopping the princesses from interacting with the hosts inside the ring itself.

Tamaki is dressed to the nines as a ring-master, resplendant in his top-hat and red coat, whip in hand as he strode about as master of his domain. Kyouya has a magician's outfit and box of traditional tricks, while Haruhi is 'disguised as a girl' in the most adorable magician's assistant outfit.

Allen, Jr., Gino, Ashura and Carl are in tight fitting leotards to form a five man athletic and trapeze squad, safety net there to catch them if they fall.

Kasanoda, as such a high ranking host, has the honour of being the lion tamer and is dressed in this spiffy number. Italy and Lavi are dressed in wet suits taking care of the performing seals, big bucket of fish ready to treat them when they do well.

In the left of the ring if John Marston and his Amazing Lasso Tricks, in stereotypical cowboy gear, and in the right of the ring is Hunny and the most adorable performing dogs ever.

Cubie and Delta are Tamaki's helpers, there to guide the princesses between the amazing marvels and make sure everything remains safe and enjoyable for all involved. Comperes for the evening, to charm and delight (which means a new hologram for Delta and a stick on bow-tie for Cubie).]

[ooc: Post in two sections, which still have to go up so please wait GO WILD! Section one for the hosts pre-club to mingle and react; section two for the open threads. Threadjack and go wild!]

Patron of Horses

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

( Filtered to all horses/ponies/equestrians )

Log 18//: Spring Activites

[azure-guardian.livejournal.com]

[for once, the AI is nervous about something that doesn't involve his limbs coming off.]

A-ah...i-i-if I am correct, it would b-b-be considered 'spring' now. W-would a-a-any o-of you...?

[Why was he so terrible at asking things? he had already had wished up a soccer ball, so all he had to do was ask.

so he does, at an extremely fast pace that makes him nearly hack up a non-existent lung when he's finished.]

Wouldanyoneliketoplayscoccerwithme?

[a long pause.]

I-I will be waiting outside....[if any of you understood the derp AI anyways.]


[open like usual to new CR and old. come watch the derp play soccer.]

seventeenth hellsing

[integrability.livejournal.com]

[She was beginning to get used to the idea of being somewhere new every time she woke up, although it didn't change the initial fear and wariness of who her new room-mate would be.

Another man... was she getting any closer to finding the culprit responsible for this?]

[ooc: Loss continues, for Oliver.]

➠ xx2

[lanakane]

[Dictated, by someone who is clearly super annoyed.]

Yeah, so hey, is there a reason that my shower seems to think acorns are a good substitute for water? Because I'd really like to finish the shower I started.

02♡DICTATED.

[gentle]

[ tonight, N and tatsuya are in the theatre, having accidentally stumbled on the room for the first time. and when N reveals that he's never seen a movie before, now's as good a time as any to show him one. tatsuya lets him pick, but perhaps this was a mistake. ]

...Are you sure this is the one you want to watch?

Certainly. Since this will be the first movie I have ever watched, I would like it to be memorable. The cover is quite intriguing so I'm sure this will be interesting.

I've never seen it. ...It looks like a horror movie, though.

A horror movie, you say? Are these sorts of films made with the intent to scare the audience?

Yeah. But they're usually cheap and gimmicky rather than scary.

Very interesting. ...A movie such as this would be best viewed in the company of friends, don't you think? Perhaps we can invite others to accompany us while we watch this-- after all, I am sure you and I aren't the only ones who haven't seen it.

[ and some time later, a somewhat familiar mini movie poster gets pasted into the journal: ]
( cut for image )

[ yes, it's That movie, with some knockoff title...let's go with Molars. no, they didn't bother to look for a summary of the film. open over the journal or to anyone who comes to hang out in the theater and wants to be properly scarred for life. red text is tatsuya, green is N. ]

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

( Filtered to good guys + ladies and people who sincerely want to help the townspeople )

[003] + [Dictated/Written]

[flowercomplex.livejournal.com]

[Anybody presently looking at the journal will suddenly see a big, black spot appear in the middle of the page. And then another, and another. And between them, terrified and pained squeals as Kanda smashes up the soot spiders in his room like an asshole.

Hope nobody was needing to write while he dirties up the network.]