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[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

( Room... Tree... Well Filter... of some sort. )

Nepeta: Fondly regard the miracles around you.

[rogueofheart]

[There comes a time in every young troll's life when they do something that they have been strictly warned NOT to do.

For Nepeta, that time is now.

She is currently sprawled out on her back on the kitchen floor. There is a tiny bit of green substance in the corner of her mouth that she hasn't really bothered to wipe away from her experimental lick. Whose idea was it, anyway? It really doesn't matter. In fact, she's not even thinking about how this all happened anymore.

There are waaay too many miracles to behold right now.]

833 < heeey hey hey
833 < did you know
833 < the ceiling in the kitchen
833 < is like really bright
833 < its like everything gamz33 tried to tell us was so true!
833 < we just couldnt s33 it
833 < i s33 the miracles now
833 < all of them!
833 < theyre so purrty
|33 < nyaaa

[And then she just... meows into the journal a few times as she wriggles herself all over that kitchen floor.]

(OOC: ANYONE AND EVERYONE IS WELCOME TO TAG THIS AND ALSO ENCOURAGED TO. Open like you never SEEN. Don't let the number of comments scare you away!)

#010

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[It is time... for hideousness. Sanji is feeling charitable, so he's selling cupcakes to passersby out in town at a little horrible kiosk he's set up! It's 5 caisos a cake, ladies get two for the price of one OR for the price of a laugh! Isn't that amazing? Yes, he thinks so, and they're really good cupcakes, too.]

Oi, miss! Have a cupcake! Sir, come and buy a delicious treat! All money goes toward a worthy cause!


[ooooooc: Yep. Cupcakes. But this is also a post kicking off a temp loss, horjay! Sanji considers himself so smooth with the ladies, and that needs a change: for the duration of this post, and for a few days to come, any time he attempts to be a lover and not a fighter, what comes out of his mouth will be a hideous pick-up line instead of his usual... poetry... so have fun with that.]

Dream a little dream

[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

Who: Rose Tyler, open to anyone with access to Ten's TARDIS
What: Swapping the Doctor out and back again doesn't erase everything.
When: Some time during the early hours of the 20th
Where: Ten's TARDIS
Rating: PG? There are some nightmareish elements.

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014;

[nurturing.livejournal.com]

[ Mama's finally back at the castle after pretty much just...doting on her hubby since he got to Paradisa. Donning the guise of Alya again she'll be at the castle gardens today, inspecting the flowers and all that with a tenderness probably not characteristic of too many people. All life is precious to her after all :>

Of course every so often the air around her seems to warm as she allows small bits of her power to flow into the area, making everything just seem...livelier. More happy spring time♥ So this area? Currently saturated with magic as she smiles and hums softly to herself.

EVERY DAY IS A GOOD DAY WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR HUBBY AGAIN ]


[ ooc; open post! she'll be all over the area near the gardens today so come say hi or notice her magic :> TADAHARUUUUUUUU WHERE ARE YOU SHE MISSES YOU ]

021--dictated+ spam

[bigbad]

( hall filter )

[Later:]

I misplaced my journal for a bit. [In other words: he was a cat. But he doesn't want to say it.] What'd I miss?

( Illyria )

( Fred )

( Scoobies, Fang Gang, friends of Fred. )

[ooc: All journal/spam threads shall happen after the one with Buffy!]

x17

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[He'll be in his room just chilling quietly should anyone get the urge to knock, but at some point late in the morning, Roxas pulls out his journal and scribbles a note.]

( Riku )

eighth phase [ voice ]

[walkinthruwalls]

[ When Kitty wakes up she's surprisingly, but also thankfully, in her own bed. It takes her a moment to piece everything but then... ]

Oh crap.

[ And there's a pause. A long pause. She was a cat and... oh man, thanks Castle. And there's a sort of groan before she speaks again ]

I might have been fascinated by someone with cat DNA but that was not what I meant.

[ And there's a pause, followed by a cough ]

... I think I have a hairball. Great.

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[billiardsplz.livejournal.com]

You know, it's kinda funny. Lately, just lately, more and more of the Pokemon at the shelter got adopted. Not that I'm complaining.

But say, there's a lot of people in this castle. Those of you who can take care of an extra little guy, what the heck's your excuse?

09 [ mercury ]

[possiblycantdie]

Integra

Would you be available for some tea?

[ After receiving no response from Integra - she had only expected one out of politeness rather than friendship, if anything - Mina had gone to walk past her room on her way through the castle. Her request to see her hadn't been regarding anything of importance, she didn't particularly have anything to say, but the slight familiarity she had with the woman was something. Either way, there was nothing wrong with offering the woman a cup of tea.

When Mina saw Integra's name missing from her door it did not take her long to know what it meant, given the nature of posts she'd seen from others. Once she'd reached her destination - the library - Mina penned a small note in her journal, for note of others ]

I do not know how well she was known, but Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing is no longer present.

[ Using her full title was only appropriate. Placing her journal to the side on the table that she was at, Mina retrieved one of the books that she'd put away the last time that she'd been here, opening it to read ]

[ ooc; filter is backdated to the previous evening /derp ]

(no subject)

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

[Over the journals there's the distinct sound of musical "nya's" over and over... and over.... AND OVER again for at least half a minute.

Thanks a lot for infecting the net with horrific things, Crowley]

What is this? Who would even make this? How do I keep coming across these kind of things?!

[And the annoying cat music continues for another minute or so.]

I should probably close this window soonish.

[Nya nya nya nininini nya nya~]

Very soonish.

Fine, finished, don't mention it. I mean it.

[equestrian-envy.livejournal.com]

[A few things to tighten and a few places to polish and he opens his journal and sends a message out.]

( Nepeta )

007

[powerlusts.livejournal.com]

-- has to be here somewhere.

[Sasuke is just on the outskirts of the castle right then as he looking through the area as if trying to find someone]

Damn it. Where ever this is, he can't hide for long-- I'll see to that.

[ooc; Loss start! Since I only had a couple of volunteers for this all the encounters will happen in this post and we'll just action it out, while assuming each encounter happens several days apart so that it will seem like his loss lasted longer or whatever ;; Anyway! Last minute volunteers are people to fight him are totally okay too, just let me know on the ooc post linked that describes Sasuke's loss. If you'd like for the response to be over journal, that's fine too. This post will be backdated for as long as it needs to be ♥]

six. ➛ best day of my life

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[To say Jason is unhappy is kind of an understatement. After he's put something on the journal to prevent it from opening and letting the entire castle know of his predicament, he's been cussing and trying to change for at least an hour. It doesn't take long to realize it's a futile effort and that he might as well give up trying. As stubborn as he is, he doesn't need his entire wardrobe turned into the costume, so eventually he does. His first idea after that is to just stay in his room and wait until it's over.

He manages that until at least early evening. There's only so much he can do in his room and... ah, fuck it. Who knows how long it might take anyway. He's worn the costume proudly before and he can wear it with pride again until the castle decides to stop being such an ass.

So with that sentiment, he leaves his room to make his way outside and have a smoke there. Feel free to encounter Robin in all his short pants glory in the hallways or outside!]

☠ 001 ☠ - dictated/action

[partlyhuman.livejournal.com]

[shimmering into the lobby, looks around with a blank expression, definitely not where he expected to be. Cole spends a second in bemused silence, and then the surprise mingles with irritation.] What the hell--[and he's just going to try shimmering back out now, ending up... right where he started. Whoops.]

Okay, that's different. [and doing a more-than-cursory examination, he finds the journal, picking it up and rifling through it.] If this is some demon's idea of a joke, it's not very funny. I've got things to do, so let's stop with the games and come...on...out..? [It's starting to dawn on him that it's probably not a joke. Especially when he sees his words printed on the page, there. Freaky.]

...What's going on here?

043

[givingchase.livejournal.com]

[the journal is pretty much ripped open. sora's sounding a bit rushed.]

Hey, uh - has anyone seen Riku? I just - [... a little laugh] He wasn't in his room this morning, and uh, his name on the door is sort of... gone? I guess? So, uh, if you've seen a guy with long white hair around, let me know. [and let him know that this is a terrible joke too. :T]

Thanks.

twenty-third labyrinth

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

[Now that his mood has recovered after the events of the last week, Felix is feeling rather chatty. Relieved of worry, his mind turns back to his favorite subject, which has come up quite frequently this month. Granted, he usually asked these questions of people who knew about magic, but after talking with Marian, he began to realize that the opinions of annemer, of non-magical people, were just as valid and in some cases, far more illuminating.]

We use the word magic here in Paradisa quite frequently. It's a simple way to explain how this world functions, but few people really understand what that means - not even those of us who can use it.

I'd like to ask this question of all of you, whether or not you believe in it or can use it...what is magic? There is no right or wrong answer to this question, but I would like to know what it is to you, whether or not you believe your world has it or not.

[After that bit of philosophy, he gets to business. It's been awhile since he tried to recruit new members for Chimera, but it's about time he gets the word out again]

( All non-First Gen residents who possess ANY type of magic )

voice;

[fightfurther.livejournal.com]

[So it's pretty clear Laura is irritated.]

Animals should not be able to talk.

[It's also pretty clear this isn't really what she's irritated about.]

I do not understand why there are unicorns here, either.

[She lets out a frustrated sigh.]

I feel strange. I do not like it.

[[ooc; Uhhh loss start! Short post, I'm sorry, but EVERYONE SHOULD TOTALLY BUG HER DO IT.]

There are 192 member states of the UN

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Someone thought it would be hilarious to do something to my room yesterday. Someone, I should point out, who forgot I can bend reality to my whim. Your little trick bothered me for exactly three seconds, just so you know. Don’t play games you don’t know for certain you can win.

[To prove his point (and because he’s going to punish EVERYONE as he can’t punish the ones who’ve messed with his stuff) Castlenet has a new game. A game which you can never really win. The demon has his journal open, listening in for the annoying sound to see who gets ensnared in his little internet trap]

Incidentally, who’s been messing around with my plants? They’re looking very happy recently. I'm not having it.

[[ooc: As always, residents are welcome to find the game on their computers at any point from here on in. Use it as something to base a post on, use it to comment around with it, have your characters challenge their friends with it, do with it as you wish!]]

❀ Nine ❀

[boylolita.livejournal.com]

[The movies always make it look so easy. Kids just toss their kites up in the air, and they stick, like magic or something. Hunny just always assumed that that was that kite's job. To stick to the air. And all you had to do was guide it, right?

Wrong. He's been trying for almost three straight minutes now - exhausting just thinking about it, I know - and each time he tosses the kite up the wind just makes it flop around a little like a dead fish, and then it falls. He's having fun, of course - laughing at the way the kite looks, and bouncing around in the grass with his stuffed bunny. But after another grueling thirty seconds of this, the twirling comes to a stop, and he looks up at the sky.

Sounding a bit perplexed: ]

❀ I wonder why it won't stay up? Maybe the wind just doesn't like my kite. Or maybe the kite's broken! I bet that's why it's not working right! ❀

[Oblivious rich kid is oblivious. What is this contraption and why does it not have batteries.]

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[arakhnes.livejournal.com]

[the journal flops open]

What, you don't keep your food in the closet? That's not a normal thing for you? Fuck me with a nailbat.

Dude, I keep clothes. In my closet. Like a normal person. That concept cannot be that foreign to you.

Those are there too. Keep 'em between stacks of Lunchables. Let me tell you, Jess, shit be delectable at a 3 AM jam.

God, I bet that gets all warm and gross.

Woof. Plebes be hatin'. My food is awesome, you suck, end of story.

[ a slight pause ] You did not just say "woof".

[…] What? That a problem?

Since when do you say "woof"?

Whenever, god, chill the fuck out. You say it all the time.

No, I don't.

Denial. You do it all the time.

You're imagining things.

[ and... the two continue to bicker. open like an open thing over the journal ]

-62- Takin' It To The Streets

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[and in through the front doors she waltzes! You've all missed her, haven't you? And you've all noticed that she was gone for nearly a month, right? Of course you have! And, in the unlikely event that you have not, you should probably act like you have, and pretend that you've missed her, if you want to avoid being bitched at. She flips the journal open as she saunters in, and carries on as if you have all been sitting around and waiting to hear how her little 'vacation' went--]

...Boy, it seems like forever since I've seen this place. It's almost nice to be back, you know?

[wandering right into the kitchen for something to eat, though she's still going to have the ghosts make it for her. She's missed the castle's luxuries]

So, what have I missed? I know there's got to be at least a few good stories to tell. I forgot to keep track of a few episodes of Castle Gossip while I was out relaxing. ...You know how it is when you're on vacation.

And how about all you new people-- adjusting well to the insanity so far? Here's a little free piece of advice to get you started: the very first thing you should do is test out the wishing system. I really don't think people push the castle's limits enough around here...

[...sorry. It's been nearly a month since she's trolled anyone. She's got a lot to get out of her system]

The Little Things

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[If people familiar with the events of the past few days expected Fred to regress back to hiding away in her room, they'd be wrong. Not to say the temptation wasn't there. Fred supposed she's never be really done with that. But so many of her decisions -- so many of her relationships and her choices and her very sense of up and down, forward and back had been challenged by things that hadn't happened yet. Not for her.

Some of that? A good deal of it? By her own choice.

But that didn't mean she couldn't make certain choices now.

So she chooses to get up every day. She chooses her clothes and to style her hair and to take her walks and to make her way towards the kitchen. She chooses breakfast for dinner and pancakes at midnight and making things with her hands instead of dwelling on the notion that eventually they won't be her hands at all.

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If anyone wants waffles, there's plenty in the kitchen.

so she dances

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

Who: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and Nina Sayers
What: a dance rehearsal--there may be dancing from both parties
When: following this
Where: the gym
Rating: PG

( in and out of the crowd like a glance )