003 ♔ dictated/action

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

[ Nina is at The Lab, her open journal dictating the sounds. She heads to Bren's office to start on the inventory, but stops just in front of the coat room. She hesitates, then walks toward the door, pushing it open ]

[ She knows there is no reason for her to come here, except-- Anathema is the only-- but she feels like she must. The room is dark at first, before she notices legs peeking from behind some coats. Slowly, she walks closer to find a dead man crumpled on the floor. Nina stumbles back, then runs out of the coat room, screaming.

Half an hour later, she dictates these to the journal, her voice still shaky if you're paying attention. ]

( Mr. B and Bren )

( Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Alleyne, Davesprite )

[ ooc; forward dated to 5 a.m. of the 27th~ ]

13 - the ... hey I'm not finished

[terrorwhatflaps.livejournal.com]

[it is well past midnight, and Darkwing is out doing what Darkwings do best ... patrolling the City Royale. ever since he started hearing the stories about townspeople mysteriously disappearing, or wandering off, or acting odd ... he's been on alert.

however, he's been on alert non-stop for the last three days, and is running completely on coffee, KooKoo cola, and sheer force of will. currently, he's perched on top of the fountain, of all places - because it's a vantage point he hasn't tried yet. and he's learning more and more that most people just ignore the talking duck, anyway.

all the better to gather information ...

or get stared at ...

or ...

or ...

or to suddenly fall asleep, tumble off the fountain, and land in the water with a loud KERSPLASH.

congratulations, everyone, your journals are now all soaking wet.]

GYAAAAH OKAY OKAY I'M AWAKE I SWEAR MRS. MESSERSCHMIDT I'LL NEVER DO IT AGA---

-- uh.

[ahem]

Great. ... And me beyond wishing distance, with no place open this time of night that sells towels.

dictated ;;

[soupbender.livejournal.com]

I think Zuko and I are the only benders here, but I've heard some of you mention magic. Do any of you do anything with water? I'd like to see, if so.

( Peace Patrol )

( Sokka )

( Zuko )

(007) CG: get down to business.

[peroxicide.livejournal.com]

ALRIGHT, I DON'T THINK THIS EVEN NEEDS TO BE SAID
BUT KNOWING THE COLLECTIVE DROOLING MAGNIFICENCE OF THE CASTLE POPULATION AT LARGE?
WHOEVER SAW WHAT NEPETA, VRISKA, GAMZEE AND I WERE DOING THE OTHER NIGHT?
THAT NEVER HAPPENED. NEVER. FUCKING. HAPPENED.
THERE IS NO ARGUMENT TO BE HAD HERE. ANY PROTESTS YOU CAN MAKE WILL BE HOWLING WINDS ACROSS THE DESERT OF MY APATHY AND HATRED.
NEVER HAPPENED. MOVING THE FUCK ON.

( SOLLUX )

( VRISKA )

( TEREZI )

OH YEAH, AND ONE MORE THING FOR ALL YOU GIBBERING SWINGBEASTS THAT STILL THINK THIS COULD POSSIBLY BE AN EXTENDED HALLUCINATION
SINCE APPARENTLY ANYTHING OUTSIDE OF YOUR RIDICULOUSLY PRIMITIVE SUBCULTURE MAKES YOU CURL UP INTO THE MOST INGRATIATING POSTURE OF SURRENDER POSSIBLE.
THE HORNS, TEETH, AND SKIN ARE REAL. GET THE FUCK OVER IT.
FUCK, IT'S LIKE HALF OF YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN SOMETHING OUTSIDE YOUR SPECIES BEFORE.
I CAN'T BELIEVE I EVEN HAVE TO SAY THIS.

( ooc: Doop, open over the journal. Text can be turned off on request! )

Treat 027;

[pumpkinbutt]

Hey, anyone know how often people just get sick here? Not like you have to puke or anything like--just, the room's spinning or whatever. And your limbs feel sorta like lead.

I just don't remember actually hearing about colds or flu or anything going around in this world besides the slug problem we had last year. It's kinda eerie since those things are supposed to be normal for people right?

[ And for a moment here Halloween pauses but huuurrggghhh so does not feel good )8 almost like she does when her Mana's entirely cut off. There's a small 'thunk' sound as she drops her forehead onto the library table she's sitting at and makes a face ]

This sucks.

[ ooc; open or dictated ;w; girl's feeling a touch under the weather today ]

Make a Deal | Dictated

[eightynine.livejournal.com]

[Sam has been thinking about this for a couple days now.  Gibson's arrival was enough to kick his ass into gear and get this done.  It isn't a perfect solution by any stretch, it's quick, messy and extremely temporary...but Sam's good with that.  For now at least.  Sam bites his lip and opens his journal, making sure to keep this filtered.]

( Filtered to CLU )

≫ 030

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[Written neatly in the journals:]

A new game has been uploaded to Paradisa's LAN network.

"The Day of Sagittarius III".

((Tags will be slow since I'm studying for a final tomorrow! You can play a flash version of the game sans-AI here. It's a little RTS game where you have to destroy the enemy's spaceships that can be played in teams.))

sechzehn.

[lostbirth.livejournal.com]

( [ Joshua Kiryu ] )

ten ✩

[advocacies.livejournal.com]

( zelman )

(no subject)

[luthored.livejournal.com]

( Friends & Acquaintances )

( Bruce Wayne )

( Clark Kent )

( Tess Mercer )

( Kara )

1st Death

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[the journal picks up the sound of someone slowly walking downstairs. Small drops of blood fall on the page as Dextera flicks through the journal, reading it, and hoping that the Archangel had left him a message. Seeing that there was nothing addressed to him, he decided to write a message in hope that he’d get an answer.]

Where am I? Please answer.

[Someone had to answer it. Right? At least one of his questions...]

[open~]

⚙ 001

[nuntoomanly.livejournal.com]

This isn’t… quite like any magic I’ve seen before…

[The voice is soft and ponderous, its owner seemingly talking to themselves.]

I wonder how it works…?

[A slight tap of a finger against paper for a few moments, and then a thoughtful little sound.]

Strange… Maybe I should try…?

[He clears his throat then, and tries to sound as cheerful as he can as he addresses the journal.]

Um… yes-- hullo? Anyone? Could someone please um… ah, that is- I’m Bridget, a pleasure I’m sure and um… if someone could please let me know if they see a teddy walking around? I ah- I really should be on my way and I- I really can’t go anywhere without him…

[A rustle, and he’s likely just bowed to the journal, regardless of the fact that he’s not entirely sure people can see him.]

Th-thank you!

⇒ 052

[fastest.livejournal.com]

( Legato Bluesummers )

( Abel Nightroad )

01. On All Fours [action]

[notsointangible.livejournal.com]

[The plot? Young woman finds herself in a strange place. The setting? The lobby. The player? Katherine "Kitty" Pryde. Annnnnd go!]

--and I know you didn't get yourself into something like this again, right Kitty? No, this has got to be something else. A fever dream, or a powerful telepath's projected brain space, or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, right? Right?

[She runs a hand through her hair, turns, and paces back to the other end of the lobby, trying to convince herself a little more.]

Trans-dimensional teleportation's not common or cheap, and-- and you know, this place doesn't look like a prison. See? [She gestures to someone in passing.] See? Not a prisoner.

[Kitty sighs.] Just get it together, Pryde -- it's not the end of the universe. Yet.

○ 001 Transmission

[odst-mute.livejournal.com]

[The sounds of snoring over the journal were very soft. A noise that was probably hard to hear over the chatter of very talkative people coming from the magical book a few feet away. However, it didn't take very long before the sliding of metal and an abrupt clatter of someone's helmet hitting the floor was heard, broken only by a short yelp of surprise.

The room went silent after that, and just when it appeared it would likely stay that way, a tentative but careful voice finally spoke up. Though it was partially filtered by bits of static that were likely caused by speaking through a mic, his tone itself wasn't effected. Aside from being slightly more muffled than normal.]

Uh...

[The stranger gave a quick inhale as he attempted to sit up, the rustling of his armor giving evidence to this, before a tiny tap of his fingers against his comm device was given.]

Buck? 

[Tap, tap.]

Hello?

[Pause.]

... Anyone?

eins;

[whitecovered]

[For those in the library today, there is a different kind of book present on one of the shelves. On that certain bookshelf is a...moving book? Struggling to get off the shelf, apparently. And once he successfully does (with some effort and a few audible grunts, even though it's a book), he goes

flying!...

...right near (or into, if you so choose) any unfortunate person walking by.

...That might hurt a little.]

10th Case - The Body in the Coat Room

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

[After a very disturbing wake up filter from Nina, it didn't take Booth long to get dressed, making filters as he does]

( Zeke & Alleyne )

( Employees )

( Nina and Aziraphale )

( Terezi )

[And, filters out of the way, he and Bren will make their way straight to the lab.]


[OOC: Maaaaajorly backdated to about 5/6am this morning. Anyone who wants can bump into him and Bren on their way into town, but they'll be turned away once they reach the actual club unless they are a loss member.]

Hard Fall | Action

[eightynine.livejournal.com]

[Sam's visit to his room is brief.  Just a quick pitstop for a five minute shower and fresh clothes.  After spending half the day exploring the grounds (getting a feel for the place) Sam is just -done- with forests for a while.  Please, no more trees for at least three days.  Next he wants to tackle that road and see where it goes.  Quorra said something about wishes, maybe he can wish for his Ducati?  That would make things a hell of a lot easier.]

[Sam sticks his journal into the inner pocket of his leather jacket before heading out the door and down the stairs.  Quorra would have an idea how to go about getting his motorcycle, if it's even possible...]

(ooc: open to only Abraxas and Rinzler for now....oh god.)

(no subject)

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[Deadpool has been up to no good. But see, it's not his fault! He has the weirdest affection for tiny things so when he saw there was a ridiculous tiny car in the castle he had to take it, cop owned or not. So really. It's totally not his fault. The castle should have given him one too if it didn't want this to happen.

He doesn't care that he's squished in it as he rides around in it. Not a bit. But where did he get these awesome sunglasses? He has no clue, but they're so awesome he's keeping them forever. He's got a radio taped to the top of the car (with duct tape!!!) playing a certain song on repeat as he drives all around the castle.

So, hey, enjoy this Paradisa]


((OBVIOUSLY Deadpool has stolen Alleyne's ELF car, with mun permission given of course. 8D He can be seen riding around any part of the castle at anytime today ♥ ))

011. - [Dictated]

[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

There's cake in the kitchen if anyone wants some. [Because, while the general birthday celebrations don't really appeal to her this year, she can't pass up a bit of cake, and it's an excuse to be a bit social.] There's balloons, too.

twelve

[hyuuga]

Um, after...spending a while talking about doing this with someone... I-I've been wondering if...if...

[Tug. Tug. Why doesn't this door open? First the main entrance doors, and now this one as well. This...isn't a funny prank.]

If, um. Well, we had been talking about getting out and enjoying the...the, um...

[Well, if pulling doesn't work... She tosses her entire weight into pushing, even putting some chakra behind it, but nope. No budging.]

...Is it just me or is anyone else finding that some of the, um, doors of the castle are not...cooperating?



[ ooc: Loss start! Also backdated to throughout the day. Left vague so that it could really be any room and any door. Just specify. Also open for journal replies as well. ]