When I was 53, I felt at a staggering distance...

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[now that she's settled into a new room, with the shelter, the Kat, and the magic shop slowly becoming part of her routine, Jilly's realizing just how out of touch she feels from everything and everyone. Spending time with Willow had helped, as had seeing Coraline in the Seasons Room, but there were still so many people she hadn't touched base with in ages. With Sakaki leaving, it was all too obvious how limited their time might actually be]

[Even so, when she does address the journal at large, her voice is cheery and happier than it's been in awhile. The totoro and the sudden arrival of spring has her feeling more herself again, despite the losses]

Hey everyone! It's been awhile since I actually let people know, but we've got so many new faces it seems like an announcement is in order.

If anyone would like to get involved, there's an art class that takes place in the church in town that's open to anyone and everyone. Or, at least, it started as an art class. But with so many talented people showing up, I'd actually like to open it up as a studio space for any artists who could use it. I'm still happy to help anyone who wants to learn how to start, but this way it could kind of belong to all of us.

Oh...and for anyone worried about that sort of thing, any holy objects have been moved out of the studio space itself. It's not really all that churchey, anymore.

( Friends and Kids )

( Legato )

[that done, Jilly has one more piece of business that needs settling tonight. This time she doesn't need filters or journal announcements. In fact, it's probably best if she doesn't let him know what she's thinking before she does it. With a determined set to her steps, she makes her way to the library to look for one very familiar evil supervillain blond scientist.]

[OOC: backdated to earlier this evening]

come and knock on our door...we've been waiting for you...

[mr-stealthypnts.livejournal.com]

Who: Xander Harris, Willow Rosenberg, Jilly Coppercorn
When: Weeks ago
Where: Room 1314
What: Xander's been sleeping over, now they're making room for one more.
Rating: PG, if that

( three's company, too... )

σίγμα | Damage Control

[demonologist]

I'm afraid I'm going to have to cancel all appointments and meetings for the next few days until further notice. Apologies for the inconvenience.

I am looking to engage the services of a lawyer for consultation on a legal matter. Must be very discreet.

Filter to Councilwoman Lilah Morgan

There's been a murder at The Lab, a body was discovered this morning. Do you know anything about this? You were there last night. Did you see anything?

/Lilah



((OOC: Backdated to the 28th. Brennan and Booth's Loss still in progress but feel free to tag him even if not involved.))

008 ✘ [action]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

[It's early morning - even earlier than the X-Men are assigned to gather for training, and Logan's already in the Danger Room.   While it's nice and all that they can program the Danger Room to fit their individual training styles even while they're all in there together, Logan still appreciates the freedom to let loose entirely without worrying about ending up in some kid's path.  So whoever comes into the booth now can see him down below, tearing up robots like tin cans.   The amount of swearing that goes on when one slams into the back of his head with a loud clank, and sends him flying across the room would make a sailor blush.  

Or if you're really not too bright, you could always walk in even while the display reads that training is in progress.  Don't say you weren't warned.]

(no subject)

[muttblood.livejournal.com]

So... do most of you just wish for food when you're hungry? And get it from this castle? Or do any of you do any real cooking? There's that town nearby, what about that place? The people living there must grow their own food like normal people.

I'm just wondering! There's obviously something wrong with this place, so it seems stupid to be asking it for food. Especially when ghosts are delivering it to you.... [Not that any of that's stopped her so far, but she's only been asking out of necessity, really! Unless she wants to stick to eating stuff that doesn't need to be prepared for the rest of her time here she doesn't have much choice.]

I guess what I'm asking is, what are my options here?

?54

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Mr. and Mrs. B (aka Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan)]

If you guys could stop by the club? I think there's something you need to see.

[/Mr. & Mrs. B]

[The Lab Filter]

[is in the kitchen staring down at the picture on the table in front of them, drumming his fingers against the counter]

They need to see it.

Let me tell you a story

[vivatsomnum.livejournal.com]

A man was invited to a grand banquet, but was turned away for wearing rags. So home he went to don his most beautiful robe and then return. When the soup was served, he dunked his sleeves into the bowl, and said, "Eat, my robe, eat!"

Asked to explain himself, he answered thus: "When I arrived wearing rags, I was turned away like a beggar, but when I came in my fine robe, I was treated like a prince. I can only assume that it was my robe that was invited to the banquet and not I."

Cair Paradisa, did you mean to summon me or my robe?

For it is foolish to invite the wrong guest and more so to summon something you cannot dismiss.

[ Find a tall white-haired man dressed in all white standing in your lobby, contemplating the crystal chandelier. He forgot to cast a human shadow on this most unceremonious arrival. ]

Like wings, they have weight, we feel that weight on out backs, but they are a burden that lifts us.

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

Who: Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth
When: Late Friday night, 4/29.
Where: Room 606.
What: Loss based log. Discuss all that's been going on at The Lab.
Rating: PG-13, in case of swearing/mention of murder/sexual innuendo.

( Burdens that allow us to fly. )

(no subject)

[videres.livejournal.com]

( private )

[ sometime later she opens the journal and writes: ] For those who knew him, Merlin is no longer here.

(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[ the journal opens somewhere in the middle of a pretty awesome song, accompanied by the sounds of somebody working on something mechanical

the song continues without anything further, until the song nears its end and somebody finally notices the journal is open

he cuts the music ]

Whoops. Sorry about that, Paradisa.

[ a small pause ] Well, not that sorry. This journal's caught a lot worse than AC/DC.

But since this is open, let me put this out there. [ pause ] Roads.

We need them. Better ones than the city's got. Cars are practically going to waste around here, I'm telling you.


[ ffff replies to come after work ]

jukebox selection E06 - Nothing's Impossible ; Depeche Mode

[huntersdaughter]

( Sam Winchester )

fourth prophecy

[noamulets]

[ Sweets ]

I think that I helped.

[ later ]

[ Booth & Brennan ]

I need to talk to you.

[ ooc; backdated to yesterday, replies may be slow ]

28

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

[Hank is feeling exceptionally emo today, and can't seem to figure out why.  So what better way to make yourself feel better than making others feel bad?

He's on a secluded part of the roof, of course, seeing as how its pretty out of the way for most residents, and seems lost in thought.]



...If you could change one thing about your past what would it be? Alternatively, if there's one person you could kill, who would you choose?

002: all dictated.

[wield.livejournal.com]

[ It's been awhile, Buffy has had her time to reflect, brood, and manage... something she'd never really had time to do. And yet, that's all she had now, was time in this apparently perfect castle that took people and things from them. Yeah, it was still a little hard to swallow for her.

Other than going to the kitchen and exploring the castle, this was the first time Buffy was actually making her way outside, heading toward the city. She had her journal opened in her hands, speaking to it. ]

You'd think after being here for a week and then some, a person would realize that this place isn't some kind of dream. [ A small pause. ] Everyday I wake up I still find myself wondering why I'm not in Sunnydale, or I guess in this case--

[ Another pause, and you can hear the sound of footsteps as she walks for awhile, then speaks up. ]

So, talking to a book. Does that feeling of ridiculousness ever go away?

*03*

[sonofpaladin.livejournal.com]

[It's a fair spring afternoon this day and Pippin is...bored.

He's explored most of the castle by now, and even a good amount of the surrounding grounds, but frankly, he misses doing things with people. He misses Merry, and all the times they spent tromping off through the woods and fields of the Shire. It's the first time he's actually been a bit homesick since he arrived.

He sits in the lobby on the couch, facing the wall, every once in a while bouncing a rubber ball off of it while he thinks about the past. His journal is open nearby, so instead of listening to the chatter, he decides to speak up.]

Hello everybody. I hope the day finds you well...

*boing boing*

I thought I might ask...what is your favorite game?

*boing boing*

((ooc: Open, open, open! :D))

♈ Aradia: Reappear.

[psych0p0mps]

[After a week of conspicuous(?) absence, there's a flash of light, and Aradia appears out of nowhere in the lobby. She looks around, getting a feel for it, nods in approval, and tries to fire up the ol' weird time shit again... only to have nothing happen. Huh.]

welp
i guess that answers that question

[A brief pause, and then...]

have i missed anything?

Entry 001 - Strange Wonders

[lifewithoutrest.livejournal.com]

Interesting.

[She muses softly, examining the open journal in her hands. After a moment, she closes it again, turning it over.]

I wonder.

[Opening the journal once more, she begins to speak.]

Hello, I'm Doctor Helen Magnus. I haven't been here long, but it seems I have much to learn.

(no subject)

[kindnessing.livejournal.com]

[Private]

[tap tap tapping away at his computer as usual...]

Two whole years. I wonder if I've changed. If I went back to Mom and Dad and Davis and Yolei and all the rest... I wonder if they'd recognize me.

[/Private]

[hello paradisa! there is a kid frying an egg in the kitchen. well, uh... actually, the egg's frying on its own, and said kid is digging around in the pantry or something. he hasn't seemed to notice that the egg is starting to burn though... what do?????]

I guess you're smart

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

Who: deadelfwalking & liadrin
What: Koltira does not take kindly to Liadrin's recent philosophizin'
When: A couple of days ago, shortly after she made her most recent post
Where: Castle grounds methinks
Rating: Pears

( 'Cos I'm taken by you taking me apart. )

2; action

[noworldleft.livejournal.com]

[She's kneeling in a garden on the castle grounds, almost inhumanly still. After spending several minutes staring at a fern, she heaves a small, silent sigh. The longer she stays in this world -- dimension -- whatever -- the more despicable it becomes. Even before, when she was resurrected, she never felt so utterly alone. Weak and human and disgusting.]

[She speaks softly to herself,] I miss the song of green.

first blood.

[deathwarder.livejournal.com]

[ And so it was that Alexstrasza, the great Dragonqueen, had evaded his clutches once more. As molten blood leaked from his body, Deathwing fled to his sanctum, settling down for a rest while plotting his revenge against the one called Lifebinder. Yet he did not awaken to familiar pillars of lava and rocky caverns. Instead, he found himself lying on a verdant field, a mysterious castle he'd never seen before waiting in the distance. He scowled at it, for Deathwing scowled at all that was not his. He would make it his. He would bathe everything in flame and massacre. Whoever sought to kidnap him would pay, and pay dearly.

Yet when he beckoned the fire forth, it did not come. When Deathwing, the destroyer of worlds and everything mortal, struggled to his feet, he collapsed moments later. When he attempted to stretch his wings and take to the skies, his strength left him. The power he commanded, so coveted, was gone, vanished without a trace. Crippled and defenseless, he writhed on his side, and began to howl; in agony, in anger. His hatred spread like a blight across the land. A taint now hung in the air, a malevolent presence invading the castle walls.

 

Deathwing had arrived, and was most displeased. ]

(( First post, so, uh, let me know if I'm doing it wrong? ;; Deathwing's ordinarily crazy strong, but he lost all of his strength thanks to Paradisa, so... it should be safe to approach him. Should. Just watch out for that temper of his. And those teeth. Teeth still hurt, yeah. ))

Two stolen crowns

[frying-panned.livejournal.com]

[Flynn is looking out the window of his room, at the grounds and such. He's got a thing for this stuff. Because enjoying the sunset is manly]

I love the view from up here. I guess I can technically say that I've got myself a castle, now. And I didn't even need to steal that crown.

© OΔ. psychopaths want to die

[crazyscreamer.livejournal.com]

Has anyone killed anyone else [written in later] WHILE [end the editing] in this place?

On purpose. I don't want any pathetic trivial tales of how you were 'forced to become an evil monster' by this castle.

[a beat]

I don't want it to be something for their own good either. I want vengeance and hatred.

♦ 001

[percepts.livejournal.com]

[ the journal picks up the sounds of nudge yawning as she wakes up, stretching out her arms and wings. she's so sore after all that eating last night, so she spends some time massaging her stomach before she looks around and...

wat ]

Guys?

[ jumps off the bed, wings arched ]

Haha, very funny, guys. Seriously funny. You can all come out from wherever you're hiding now and tell me how you got me here... where here is, without me waking up. Is this supposed to be some kind of birthday surprise? Because, thank and all, but... I mean, I know I'm a deep sleeper, but... jeezum, I wouldn't have slept through... being...

[ ...why is it so silent? why aren't they answering her? her stomach starts to curl into a ball. jeb was here last night, and even though she doesn't completely trust him any more, he wouldn't have... would he? oh crap, they've been kidnapped again, haven't they? louder, this time: ]

GUYS, seriously, what's going on?! Max? Fang, Iggy, c'mon!

[ she starts canvassing the room, throwing open the closet doors and the doors to the bathroom, looking for something to tell her where she is, not really noticing the open book on the bed... ]

dictated;

[fightfurther.livejournal.com]

[No one in the castle has probably heard Laura sound this sad before, but there's also a bit of an edge to her voice. She's angry at herself for being sad, because at least he's home where he's supposed to be.]

Josh Foley has left.

[Annnd journal shuts. She probably won't respond for a while. Feel free to catch her wandering around the grounds, though.]

ｉｉ ✰ ｄｉｃｔａｔｅｄ

[deliquentkun.livejournal.com]

L-Look, I aint' good at this apologizin' stuff but I'll get it over with anyway...!!

[ if anything, the delinquent looks flustered at best and he couldn't make it any more apparent. good thing none of the guys were here to see, otherwise this wouldn't be the last he heard of it. he grumbles a little, obviously at war with his good and bad conscience. ]

S-Sorry for all t'fuss an' yellin' I did before. I guess. A-Anyway-!! This journal. Do I just write my thoughts down an' all that girly stuff? 'Cause if that's the case, I aint' that type of guy. I don't need a diary. If anyone needs this, it's Tsukik- [ ... ] Heheheh, yeah I bet she'd love somethin' like this. She's always forgettin' stuff. Not cute at all.

... Well, whatever! [ a glance at the door. ] This castle... is it haunted or somethin'? I could've sworn I saw some g-g-ghosts hoverin' around. An' don't anyone tell me I'm imaginin' things cause I aint'! I know what I see, and it aint' normal!

(no subject)

[multiplicable.livejournal.com]

( Private )

The Lotus Blooms Once

[derpling.livejournal.com]

[Outside the entrance to the lobby, leaning against a pillar, is a young looking lady, napping and snoring. Her journal is open near her, recording the sounds of her sleep. After a while though, she stretches and yawns, rubbing her eyes and stretching.

Oh, what an odd book this journal is. Don't mind her as she hrrrms and flips through it.]

Wow, what a gorgeous old book this is! Miss Patchouli, is this yours? Did you leave it out here? What were you doing out in the first place? You should be resting!

[This is where she ooooohs in amazement. It's transcribing what she says!]

Oh, this definitely has to be one of yours. Or the thieving witch's. It's got some neat enchantment where it writes what I say! That's pretty useful.

[And now just...give her a moment to look around. Sorry, Meiling, you're not in Kansas Gensokyo anymore.]

...Did I sleepwalk or something? I don't remember the mansion looking this big or fancy. Maybe my diligent gatekeeper's spirit sought it out as I rested!

Miss Sakuya! Miss Koakuma! Can you hear me? It's me, Meiling! Where are you guys?

[ooc: Open in every way possible~ Backdated to about an hour or two after lunch.]

Pokemon, Pokemon Everywhere

[billiardsplz.livejournal.com]

Who: Open!
What: Gold trying to push Orphaned Pokemon onto castle residents.
When: May 1st, 2011, between 11AM and 5PM
Where: Fairyland Animal Center, in town
Rating: E for everyone. Cartoon violence. And everything else listed under Pokemon.

( And hopefully, no one will ever find out where eggs come from )

.3.

[averybusyman.livejournal.com]

[writes:]

I would prefer not to rely on the assumption that you may have already heard of me, or know me personally from some other place in time, so here is my introduction.

My name is Lex Luthor. I used to live at the Luthor Mansion in Smallville, Lowell County, Kansas. In case you're wondering what a person of my standings was doing in a small rural town like Smallville, my bastard of a father exiled me to that charming cow-town in order to manage a fertilizer plant. I'm pretty sure he thought that I would have settled into playing the role of the useless underachiever of a son, and when he tried to kill me, I'm sure he thought that poison would have done the job. My father certainly underestimated me.

Before I was exiled to this charming castle I was once the Chairman and CEO of LuthorCorp and the Daily Planet (located in Metropolis, Kansas). Luthorcorp is a corporation founded by my father, Lionel Luthor, in the mid-1960s, and is a world leader in biotechnology and related industries.

Now I have always believed that man's greatness lies in his power of thought. This journal certainly seems like a good start. I look forward to getting to know all of you.

22

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[one would think that the roar of an speeding motorcycle would be enough to motivate anybody to clear the road in a hurry, but alas, this was not to be.

So, have a rather irate and disheveled girl stomp into the lobby. Her leather bike suit is all scratched up (nicely matching the poor bike outside), thanks to the convenient patch of gravel right by the side of the road. Under one arm is an equally banged up helmet while the other holds a ridiculously squirmy husky puppy - whose only mission in life seems to be covering her face with dog drool.]

Goddamn fucking stupid mutt...

[[accio journal #8]]

[imthechosenone.livejournal.com]

[writes:]

Gold

Will it be alright to visit the animal shelter tomorrow?

(no subject)

[recordhistory.livejournal.com]

[after an early morning visit to the cemetery, Lavi is heading back to the city. Stopping by some rooftop with a view of the surrounding streets, he takes a moment to check for anything new to pay attention to in the journal. Before he puts it away again to continue on his way, he remarks out loud to a fresh page:]

A couple months into the year already... Well, seems like everything's the same as always.

[people coming and going, bursts of extra chaos, disappearances, bad luck for the microwave, no repeats of the beginning of last year...

After a pause:]

Oh yeah - anybody want some acorns?


[OOC: Also open for any running into around the cemetery/along the way somewhere. He's just looking at tombstones while he's there.]