the needle tears a hole

[neverdream.livejournal.com]

Who: neverdream and ascensional.
What: Tomoe goes looking after Vicious evades her attempts at contact; she finds him coping ungracefully with the impact of his loss.
When: After this post.
Where: Room 1717.
Rating: R for adult language and disturbing imagery.
WARNINGS: This log will contain discussion and imagery pertaining to drug use and addiction, drug withdrawal, and violent, unpleasant wartime situations. This section may change with added or altered warnings as the log goes on to further detail what might make some readers uncomfortable; please read with caution.

( the old familiar sting )

♒ Eridan: Exit wwand dimension.

[forevverabalone.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere deep in the first floor of the library (a.k.a. the 4th floor), a shitty pile stirs.

A journal flops open.

And right on cue, an avalanche! There's some mysterious clattering (which may or may not be that of some terrifically terrible wands), an echoing creak and groan -- and then a thunderous rumble that may or may not be audible throughout the entire floor and right out the library doors--]

FUCK

[Congratulations, Paradisa! You have reacquired one (1) shitty non-wizard, currently bewilderedly buried in a spectacularly mutated pile of wands and books and keeled-over bookshelf. (HE'S OKAY.)

Rustle.]

ugh i cant evven believve this
evven the librarys fuckin conspirin against me noww wwhy wwould you do this to a felloww wwhos just wwaked
wwait
wwait fuck
this is a dream isnt it theres no wway that book exists its a straighout myth
fuckin castle im on to you the trollmans nevver left proper records on old boy caligula before they wwrote him off the deep end
much less learned to stop wworryin and lovve footwwear wwhat spectacular shitty memoir is this anyhoww

[After that? You just get the rustle of pages turning for a while and unintelligible grumbling. Enjoy.]

one hundred and sixty-two:

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[today, Lucy will be experimenting with using the communicator Tesla built her to 'speak' over the journal. So there will be a pleasant, vaguely genderless monotone voice issuing forth instead of the usual slightly loopy handwriting]

I thought the children usually came during the spring. It's nearly summer. Is the castle falling out of its patterns?

and that's when i heard it, make no mistake--

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Who: Faye & Zelman
What: Watching horror movies.
When: Maybe a week ago. :|a
Where: La Casa de Zelman
Rating: IDK, R for horror movies!?

( the voices were calling them from under the lake. )

♔ two (action)

[iammaximus.livejournal.com]

[ So. You're a good-looking stallion who has spent the last two weeks taking in the sights and committing various locations to memory. Why? Well, because your Princess is here and it just wouldn't do to be any less prepared than that. Then there was the matter of Flynn being here; a thought that made him snort his disapproval aloud for anyone who might be lingering nearby.

Thankfully he isn't walking around in the lobby this morning, he's parading through the courtyard as if keeping watch. Funny, that's exactly what he's doing. Each and every person that passes by is being carefully scrutinized and if he deems them worthy (aka they're not a threat) he bows his head in a polite manner. Otherwise? The unworthy are going to get glowered at, stink eyed even -- and this horse is a great judge in character.

He's also got his journal tucked into a bag attached to his saddle. Touch it and you'll lose your fingers. ]

[ooc; Obviously.. all of his posts will be action and usually open. So yeah. OFF HIATUS. Max is here to steal Rarity from Spike-- I mean. ♥ Tags might be a little slow, I'm still throwing this laptop together. ]

ᴛᴇɴᴛʜ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛ ✪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

Need to get better at writing in this thing.

[There's a three minute pause before he starts reading again. Journal based networks, or networks period aren't really his strong suit. He's Mr. Antisocial unless it's face to face.]

What's up?

at tenth orb

[justgonnaramble.livejournal.com]

( Cole )

( Piper )

Friends [excluding Piper].
I just...want to thank those of you that helped me out last week after my little....scene. I mean it. It really helped. And...I'm only slightly embarrassed with myself still.

I'm...really glad I have people here that can do that for me. I guess I didn't realize how many I had until I needed it.
.filter

[[X5-493 || Mission Log #5]]

[wasbornforthis.livejournal.com]

Sora @ Strife Delivery Service

Sorry I didn't make it on Monday. Free to meet up today?

/Sora

(8) Spells Woven: Malygos creates x1 [Mana Wyrmling]

[spellweaving.livejournal.com]

( Lady Liadrin )

.2.

[averybusyman.livejournal.com]

[in which Lex gets in touch with his half-sister. get your kleenex® out]

Tess Mercer

I trust you've had some time to adjust.

Twenty-Nine

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[Kinda used to floating now. Sora's busily sailing through doorways about the lobby when abruptly-]

Wah- Ah!

[Crash thump. Looks like someone turned Sora's gravity back on! Picture it a bit like Wile-E-Coyote suddenly dropping off a cliff. Except the kid actually hits the bottom. And takes out a lamp on the way. Thankfully he wasn't too far up and landed on the ugly carpet.]

Ow... Oh. The world feels heavy again.

{{OOC: Loss end! Feel free to laugh at this kid. Nothing hurt but his pride.]

x18 [dictated]

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[There's some shuffling noise as Roxas flips through the pages of his journal; he's reading while walking, with the journal in one hand and a bar of ice cream in the the other.]

So I was thinking—now that it's spring, it's nice enough to skateboard all the time, but it's mostly just me and Sora who use the halfpipe. Maybe we could have some kind of skateboarding contest? Or lessons, if people want to know how to do it. Just an idea.

Anyway, I was wondering about something someone was talking about the other day—let me find the page, where is it...

[If anyone were walking with him, they might be able to tell Roxas that it's a good idea to pay attention to where you're going, especially when you're walking down the stairs. Even more especially when one of your shoes has come untied. Between the trailing lace, the distraction of the journal, and the fact that he is alone, though, this just isn't Roxas' day.]

—woah!

[There's a yelp, and then a thumping sound as the Keyblade of Destiny trips and tumbles down the stairs. His descent ends with a loud thud as his head catches a very hard blow.

And then there's just silence.]

[ooc: Canon update start! Feel free to come poke at the unconscious Nobody, especially friends.]

Sixth Toll

[hasnoneeds.livejournal.com]

You know, I figured by now I wouldn't be here anymore. This is enough time to have been noticed as missing. I guess it's true about no time changing back home. That's sort of frustrating. I could be here several lifetimes before going back to the moment I left. But it's a little boring not having any duties, and the one job opportunity I had fell through. At first I really liked the idea of a vacation, but I can't really use that to fool myself anymore.

In light of this I think I'll work extra hard when I go back, being so idle just feels wrong. Even if I do take a lot of breaks, I've always had work I did when I was on duty.

So, hey, question for all of you out there. What kind of jobs does this place have? I'm looking for something that lets you go at your own pace.

☢FORTY-SEVEN

[unhands.livejournal.com]

( uru )

[ dictated quickly and in a rather flat tone of voice. like he's trying not to put any emotion behind it: ]

Has anyone seen Uru? I stopped by her work and they said she hadn't shown up for the past two days. And her house looks deserted. Seriously, her animals are gonna die or something like this.

Not to cause any alarm or what-the-fuck-ever, just wondering where she is.

←ten←

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

( [Baby Robin] )

-007-

[stickynet.livejournal.com]

( Ken )

Log 019//: Logging Off

[azure-guardian.livejournal.com]

( People that Kite knows, minus Clu, Rinzler, Abraxas and anyone who would tell the three of them )

[ooc: after this goes down, so backdated a little bit.]

013.

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

[Thanks to Terezi and Councilwoman Lilah's assistance, The Lab is open again. In fact, it almost looks as if it never closed. Hardison is back, mixing his tunes as if he's never left. The music is once again pounding, the drinks are flowing, and the dance floor is open for any and all.]



[Before Brennan heads over, she scribbles a quick note in the journal:]

Despite recent inconveniences, The Lab has reopened for business. In celebration, house wines and liquors are buy one, get one free.



[Open to everyone, affected by the loss or not. Please wait for sections to go up before any action tags are posted, thanks! Go!]

(no subject)

[cartrauma.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Tobias )

( Mister Charlie )

[WRITTEN NOW so maybe people won't guess it's her right away ffff]

What does it take to be strong?

004. [dictated]

[foolreversed]

[Adachi's in his room, flipping through the journal and trying to look for anything interesting like he usually does.

But then... something floating downwards catches his eye.

He watches as the round and black something falls slowly onto his journal, then instinctively slams the book shut once it lands. He then reopens the book and notices the giant black soot stain now left on two blank pages.]

Oops.

[he almost feels kinda bad as the soot sprite pulls itself out its mess] Er... aren't these things supposed to be gone by now...? [not that he... minds, he guesses] Anyone else find any left over in their rooms?


(ooc: hope it's still okay to keep have a few left over!)

[[004]]

[re-catalyst.livejournal.com]

-[Nagato Yuki]-

Hey Nagato.

You doing anything?

❀ 3

[bioship.livejournal.com]

[Megan's standing outside the movie theater, looking rather stumped as she stares at a selection of four DVDs floating in front of her. Every few moments, they rotate, a new one moving into her line of sight. This only causes her brow to furrow a little more before she sighs a little and takes her journal out of her bag, dictating.]

Since the theater's only open two days a week, I wanted to try watching a movie there, but I'm having trouble deciding. Out of the titles I have here, what would you recommend?

[She clears her throat a little.]

Dallas Energy

Attractive Lady

Mandibles

The Single Narwhal

They all seem to have their good points, so it's hard to choose.

[OOC: Open journal or in person. Also, list.]

七

[disguisedsword.livejournal.com]

Given certain...things, I'm curious about other worlds' take on dealing with sentience in what would otherwise be normal inanimate objects.

It's an odd subject, I know. But indulge me.

Pedwar Deg Naw: Goodnight

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

[Ianto stirred in the bed at the clinic, muscles that had not moved in over a month ached and stretched as they moved in the bed, sending painful shooting pains up his muscles and his spine and causing him to wake.

He blinked against the low clinic lights and after ten minutes of slow movements he sits up and notices Paul's gun at his bedside, beside a letter and CD of an opera Ianto recognised as Pauls favourite. He smiled fondly . Ianto smiled warmly picking up the envelope and cutting it open, pulling out the

When Ianto wakes up he'll find Paul's gun, the CD of his favorite opera and a sealed envelope with his name on it. Inside the envelope is a letter, Ianto's face draining of blood as he read it.

( Paul's Letter )

[Ianto fell out of bed stumbling as his legs got used to the movement, before hobbling his way to their rooms.]

No no no no no.


[He can see the plate on the door has shrunk down to one name. He crashes through]

Paul...Paul!

[Calls out but seeing the room empty of all of Pauls suits and CDs, the chilling truth shocked him to the quick and he slumped down against the bed.

A few minutes later comes a stiffened hoarse voice]

Barney?

Checks and Balances

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

[Fred's out walking, returning from a trip into town. She's got a small bag of purchases and her cheeks are slightly flushed --- as if maybe she's been walking a bit faster than she usually would. Her feet keeping up with her thoughts. Or maybe just pushing herself because she can.

But that's just a bit of color. Just a Fred.

She stops to tuck herself under a tree for a while, idly flipping through the pages of her journal. The bark is both rough and oddly soothing on her back]


( Spike )

(OOC:Backdated to before her trip to the Lab. Feel free to run into her outside!))