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[tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com]

[After being freakin' traumatized by the worst movie ever, Alleyne decided to go to the roof and do a little stargazing. She wasn't gonna get any sleep for a while after seeing that. Not like she could, her hammock looks like a nutsack, by which we mean everything is flooded with acorns nope no innuendo here.

So she has a few notebooks up with her and is sitting in just her top and skirt tonight, spear next to her, journal open. Also next to her is several large piles of those acorns and a small campfire, a small spit roast hooked up over it, with a crude looking tinned copper pot right above the flame, boiling water. She appears to be leeching the tannins out of the acorns and setting them aside after she cleans them enough to dry and snack on. It'll take a while but it will be tasty.

As for the shells and shell bits, she's tucking them between her thumb and forefinger, making a fist, launching them as she flicks. Or tossing them up and batting them with her spear. If you're one of her students, watch out, she may be aiming for you on purpose. Is this some sort of sadistic pop quiz? You bet.

And if you're really lucky, you may just see her being kind to some soot sprites and letting them sit on her shoulders. Or her feeding any birds or small animals that come by.]

[ooc: Feel free to get hit by any of the shells~ Or to embarrass her by catching her being all nice and nature-elfy with the beasts]

107.0

[encryptedlock]

[Thanks to the Meta being on the loose, York is no longer staying in his room--no matter what security measures he uses, it's just not safe, and he'd rather not be murdered in his sleep, thanks. Aside from putting a major damper on his social life (except for the Host Club, he always has to make it there), it means he's mostly been acorn-free in the TARDIS. Mostly, but not all.

In fact, he'd watched the little owl-things out on the tree last night with his suit's night vision and picked up a few of the shiny acorns from the hallway. Far from finding it annoying, he actually thinks it's kind of cute and has wished up a few clay pots, potting soil, paint to decorate the pots, and some watering cans.]

[Filtered away from the Meta]

So, I'm thinking all these seeds are a sign. Either we're all going to get to learn how to live in a forest for a couple days, or the castle thinks we don't have green thumbs.

Anyone up for a little crafts time? Bring your own acorns and meet me in the TARDIS in 1102.

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[letsbe_clear]

( [Fang Gang, except for Fred] )

[But on the other hand ... there's a Buffy, so maybe this week wasn't a total loss for friends from home. Beyond that, Cordelia doesn't feel much like talking, but she does feel like walking. So she's outside, trying to avoid the soot things -- whatever they are -- and just getting some fresh air.

She could use it.]

[Open post is open.]

2 little insects, smothered in soot

[shodan-43893.livejournal.com]

[Cruising, carousing, slinking through the underbrush: the AI spread herself thin, only to follow her nose. She had one of those. It is an aristocratic, glorious slope and she is capable of detecting odors with great ease.

Polar bears had nothing on Shodan.

So she follows that nose, lets it lead her through the castle, until a particular odor catches her attention. It smells like leather, like paper. It's glue and dust.

A dark hand reached out, pressed against the door; she eased it open just enough to let that particular miasma of scents to ease out to her. Eyes of unkind violet slit shut as she inhaled a deep breath.

Books.

Were she the type to do it, the construct would've purred like a pleased pussy. That was not, however, within her nature. Instead, she slithered in the crack she'd made in the door, let it click quietly shut behind her. Time to explore.]

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[whatialways_do]

[so ... after a very interesting conversation with her brother, there are a couple conversations she needs to get out of the way]

( [Chase] )

( [Eliot] )

( [Dean] )

Third Bite (Dictated)

[my-bff-trevor.livejournal.com]

( Locked to Nikola Tesla )

[After those few lines of dictation, she pauses...and a few tear drops hit her journal. She's still baffled by this. For some reason, she hasn't felt right since she came to this place. She felt hollow, like something very vital to her existence for the past five hundred years had disappeared, leaving no trace or memory. Why did she feel like she should be mourning someone?]

Does anyone else randomly break out into emotional fits? I'm not sure why...but I tend to. It's like...I should be mourning someone, but I don't know who.

2nd Howl - Audio

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

So, if I needed a pair of very large, very baggy jeans, these ghosts would give it to me, right? I wanna' make sure there's no price here I ain't aware of. Certain types of clothing are a bit of a...necessity to me.

I normally would have had some on, but this place caught me at a bad time.

(no subject)

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[It appears that every time a new Host Club event happens, Kasanoda is given a new pet to take care of, and the boy hasn't complained, really. He likes animals. First, it was the cute little white kittens. Then, it was the amusing if not a little loud parrot. And now... Ah, a moment, please.

You'll suddenly hear this effulgent noise from your journals, followed by the slamming of a door.. For those unable to access the handy dandy link... Kasanoda, who due to his loss can't scream but for right now screaming is all he can think of doing, is furiously writing down something. Due to how fast he's writing, and the fact he's running for his life, there are many ink spots, and some words blur together. For those of you able to decipher it, it reads a little something like this.]

LION LION LION THERE'S A LION IN MY CLOSET GOD DAMN LION LION LION HELP TAMAKI WHY LION LION THERE IS A GOD DAMN LION

[And then there is the sound of a door breaking down. For those of who you had journals closed and were just mindlessly wandering the castle, you get to see a terrified gangster teenager being chased by Tamaki's latest gift.

In short? JESUS CHRIST IT'S A LION GET IN THE CAR.]

so impressed with all you do ( two )

[neverdream.livejournal.com]

( Tomoe. )

V. → [voice]

[allthelinks.livejournal.com]

( Private )

I'm not the only one seeing that strange... rabbit like creature, am I? I saw it for a split second and then it was gone. Or at least, I think I did...

[[003]]

[re-catalyst.livejournal.com]

[Well, Kyon's apparently made good of his intentions to visit the library. Also, Ino hadn't been kidding; these chairs are amazingly comfortable. Such is exactly why one might come across the boy having dozed off at one of the tables beside a couple of books he'd been perusing.

His journal's sitting open and in front of him, if a little off to the side, but although nothing's been written, there have been made some curious marks across the page.]


((OOC: Open! Feel free to come across him/wake him up/bug him/whatever. As for the journal, it seems that the little sootballs have been making trails. <.<;))

wheel; the first

[capeswords.livejournal.com]

[crouched near the front steps of the castle in a shadier area is one (01) scrawny kid, fiddling and poking at a group of those soot sprites that seem to be everywhere. They scuttle about, a few running up and down her fingers.

Upon close attention, one might notice that her movements are somewhat sluggish, as though the motions are completely foreign -- more so when it comes to her right hand, which she keeps flexing every so often.

Off to the side, an abandoned journal picks up rasped muttering:]

I'd have expected fire and brimstone...but I guess you lot are close enough.

Hell is so weird.

[ooc: LJ STOP BEING SILLY. >:(]

002; text

[consecrat.livejournal.com]

If words are the language of the mind, then music must be of the heart; for we are well-versed in it despite great distance between our worlds.

My friends have given me the pleasure of discovering new bards and composers, even instruments. The melodies of Ludwig van Beethoven and Johann Sebastian Bach will remain with me for years to come, though the electric guitar may yet win my heart.

What music do you dance to in your worlds? What songs are dearest to your heart?


[ ooc: because I take every excuse to spread this MASTERPIECE around~ ]

"two"

[haki.livejournal.com]

[ there's the sound of the journal being opened and having its pages being flapped around. luffy's thrown his journal around again, luckily, he's left it on the couch instead of the ground or under another one of his plates. it's out and open! recording his and chopper's soot ball adventures ]

YOOOOSH! We'll make it our mission to catch one for Zoro! He needs a friend if he's gonna keep staying in that jar.

[ out in the lobby, in one of the corners... is luffy with a bug catching net and a small rat cage... squinting and wrinkling his nose at some dark corner. and chopper's with him as well! both are covered in dust and soot. FILTH ]

[ open or journal! expect double tags for the former ldksfjaoew uguu~ ]

oo1 ➟ action/audio

[thehumanfactor.livejournal.com]

[A wild Jamie stalks into the Lobby, journal in hand. He stops right in the doorway, baffled by his sudden, jarring change in location, and... then he proceeds to stand there and block the way like a nuisance. And also start shouting.] Zoe! Doctor? Hey, Doctor!

[He has no idea why he thought that would work. After a few moments with no appearance from Zoe and/or his wee frumpy Doctor, he makes a small frustrated noise at the back of his throat. And then keeps on griping. B( Muttered:] Och, the great bampot, he could've at least warned me his daft friends werenae better at flyin that box than 'im.

...hey? [He has finally noticed the thing in his hands, and how everything he just said has already been written out on its open page.] Oh, now that's a wee bit strange.


[ooc: Open! Come bother the dude in a skirt kilt taking up space in the Lobby. All of his replies through the journal will be voice, because he doesn't have a pen on him!]

1 ✫ [audio] :: a rodeo of a different sort

[likeahoss.livejournal.com]

[At first, there's silence from Applejack's journal. Or something close to it, anyway; a definite quiet broken only by soft and steady breathing and the occasional snuffle. Then rustling and a yawn as the snoozing pony stretches and rolls over, still half-dreaming.

It's not exactly the most elegant entrance someone could make to Paradisa, but Applejack never went for that kind of thing even when she was conscious. She yawns again and rubs her eyes with a hoof blearily, sleepy murmurs caught by the journal she's not even aware of possessing.]

...hmm? Apple Bloom, don't bother me now, go an' see Granny if yer hungry. I'm-

[But she doesn't get a chance to finish that sentence, because her green eyes snap open and the new surroundings become apparent to her. Frantic, aggravated clopping of hooves as Applejack dashes about- over here, over there, finally in a circle of utterly dumbfounded and near-panicky confusion. And then a sharp, surprised intake of breath as she notices her flank- or to be more exact, how blank it is. How it lacks her cutie mark, the three red apples she's impossibly proud of. Applejack checks again, and again, and the noise repeats each time. Until she starts yelling, that is, loud and angry and with a definite southern accent.]

JEST WHAT IN TARNATION IS GOIN' ON-?!

042

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

[For Tex, Omega still be out and on the loose counts as a problem. And since she had first heard Omega gloating over the journals, Tex has been on the hunt.

Unsuccessfully.

But she's still trying. At the moment, she's in a corner of the lobby, cloaked with her stealth enhancement, just quietly watching for the first hint of mwuahahaha-ing or rants about taking over and/or destroying the universe. But being cloaked doesn't mean she's intangible-in fact, being invisible might make it easier for people to bump into her, even if she's trying to stay out of the way. After all, it's kind of hard to tell she's there.]

(no subject)

[acorndrops.livejournal.com]

[Now, outside the castle, at dusk, in the gardens, there's something a bit new.

In the trees, two shadowy, plump forms (are they owls? they look like they could be owls.) are visible ensconced within the trees. Strange, long whistles sound down on occasion, gentle and soft.

Residents strolling outside are free to hear or spot them, though they won't be caught.

Feel free to threadjump each other, folks! :) This post will not be full of dramu.]

[ twenty-seven; ]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

( town filter, forward dated a little )

2nd Stitch [Video]

[sew-whiny.livejournal.com]

Why hello, you lovely residents of Cair Paradisa!

I'm terribly afraid that the first time I used one of these journals, it was under... a small bit of duress, and so we've all met (proverbially) under poor circumstances. I do hope that you will allow me a chance to make up for that and introduce myself to you all!

I am Rarity the unicorn, and I am here to announce the impending grand opening of the Carousel Boutique Deux! After all, I am one of Equestria's premier up-and-coming dressmakers and fashionistas, and I would be honored to bring my talents to this homey little castle! My ensembles are one-of-a-kind and hand-crafted, and I guarantee you won't find the same craftsmanship and sophistication anywhere!

There's just one... small thing. I would really rather not manage the boutique out of my own personal quarters. Wherever could somepony find a suitable establishment to open up shop?

Cheers!

eighteenth hellsing

[integrability.livejournal.com]

[Having learned her lesson on the other days, this time Integra is immediately alert when she wakes, mistrustful of whoever should be her unlikely bedfellow today.

Another woman...]

[ooc: Loss continues. For Mina.]