(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[ Tony is sitting in the lobby, a small PDA-like device sitting out on a table in front of him and emitting a hologram in the air above it. The hologram is a 3D representation of the castle, and he seems to be viewing it as he sets out his journal.

As he does, however, thought bubbles appear over his head. ]

( I really need a drink. But no, I need to do this, and I can't do it drunk. Giving a dissertation on integrated circuits is one thing, but... Well, here goes. )

All right, Paradisa. [ naturally, there are speech bubbles when he speaks ] I've been noticing that-

( Whoa, whoa. Hold up. What's that above my-

What the fucking shit!? )

Okay, I realize that making this is completely useless, because obviously I am really drunk right now, and possibly also passed out and dreaming this.

Damn, and I don't even remember the party.

[ and yes, he is staring at his speech bubbles as he speaks ]

#012

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Sanji isn't sure of a lot of things, but not having fallen asleep in some sort of restaurant, well, that's... that's something he's sure he didn't do. His face had been firmly planted into a counter top, and he's sitting on a stool, and his back HURTS, DAMN.

And it looks like it's not just him that's waking up in this place.]

...Huh? Oi, what the hell's going on now?!



[ooc: Open, herp. Uhhh probably not for journal use, since we'll just be reading Paradisa: The Comic Book. Feel free to threadjack in this post if you want some generalized 'wtf diner' threadage.]

♐ [Action][Journal Entry - Dictated] WHAT IS THIS HORSE PLAY?!

[equestrian-envy.livejournal.com]

[[Comic Book Plot hooo~]]

[When you work with robotics and metal, word and sound bubbles aren't exactly...easy to deal with, and boy do they get in the way. For the past few hours Equius has noticed his concentration to be broken, constantly, and anyone near his bed room, even within the hallway, can hear and now apparently SEE the sounds he is making with his building.]

CLANK

tink tink tink

GROOOOWWW~L

[He picks up his current project and no it's not a robot with distinctly two toned eyes of neither red nor blue, that'dbecompletelyexecrableSolluxjuststayawaylikeyouarecomfortablewithdoingohdear. And he then throws it at a wall, only getting angrier as the sound effects show visually before him and out of his door for any walker bys.]

WHOOOOSH

SLAM!

CLANK!!

clatter clatter clink

UGH!

WHAT IS THIS F001ISHNESS?

[He grabs his journal and yanks it open, pulling at the sides of it as he yells into it with as much ferocity he can muster. How is a noble troll supposed to take part in his craft with this folly bothering his duteous mind!? And I suppose since this is a dictated entry, the words pop out of people's journal as extremely angry text.]


IS IT THIS INFERNAL EDIFICE THAT WISHES TO PLAGUE ME WITH SUCH VISUAL INEIGHNITIES? Is this MERELY myself having to trot with this e%ECRABLE foally or has someone else stabled here noticed this display!? I DEMAND an ANSWER.

[Guess whose throwing a childish fit people! And guess who has anger problems he can't control, weee, prepare for some angry yelling and horse/cow related puns.]

7: Limited Function

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

[All right, he'd promised he'd repair Rinzler and get the poor program up and running again after the incredibly severe punishment he'd administered the other day, and though he figures his personal guard can wait, he's put it off long enough. That does not, however, mean he's going to seek out Rinzler (who he already knows can barely walk). 

Instead he finds a comfortable spot outside, compiles himself a set of stylish glass chairs, and opens up his journal to a fresh page. 

Bit, am energetic little polyhedral ball-- up and active and enjoying the morning sunshine-- nestles atop his head, and though Clu is at times a vicious program, he does nothing but smile in response.] 

( Rinzler )

( Sam )

( Q )

 

[Once his individual letters are completed, Clu reaches up and plucks the tiny Bit from his hair, letting the little ball of data roll gleefully across his fingers. There is a small, audible pop as something casts a shadow over them both.]
 

 

( Always liked you little guys. Reminds me of something I can't quite place. Ghost data, I suppose.)

 

 

[Oh User damn it, those thought bubbles are still there. This could be bad for a creature that thrives on deception and charisma....]

 

 

There seems to be another glitch in the system today. Am I the only one experiencing these strange, thought depicting monitors?

 

Someone tell me there's a way to get rid of them. Now. 

 

 

 

.....I won't be able to function like this.

 

 

[ooc: Open as usual! I am heading to bed here in a bit so my tags may be slow till I wake, but I promise I will tag back! Come bother Bit and CLU and laugh at the poor guy as he fails to keep his terrible thoughts INSIDE that head of his. >w< <3]
 

sedici

[dubtalia.livejournal.com]

[Actions speak louder than words. But what happen if those words took action?

Italy was humming himself in the kitchen, grading the cheese for the pasta he had just made. As the Italian hummed, music notes such as ♫ and ♪ were shown. And hey look, speech bubble.]

Finito! The pasta is done!

[He smiles and stares at his plate of pasta.]

It looks so good!

[He laughs, words like "Ha ha ha" were beside him. The Italian turns to it, confused. There was now a question mark above his head.]

Huh? What are those?

[Italy looks up at the question mark.]

Hey, what's that?

[Another question mark appeared.]

There it is again! W-What's going on?

[The bubble speech that he was now seeing had just made Italy scared. Don't mind him running around like crazy, crying in fear as the words "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~" are shown. Hope these words aren't crowding the kitchen.]

 

SOMEONE HELP ME!!!! WHAT'S GOING ON?!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

 

((OOC: Manga is a term for comic in Japanese, but is used for the term of comic that was from Japan. Happy Free Comic Book Day! Open like the new fresh comic book! If you are those NRFP (Never Remove from Package) ones, come in anyway!))

second flutter

[3-butterflies.livejournal.com]

[-CLIPCLOPCLIPCLOPCLIPCLOP-]

Eeeeeek!

[During our little comic curse, Fluttershy here is running/galloping in and out and all around the castle, terrified of... her own sound effects.]

[-CLIPCLOPCLIPCLOPCLIPCLOP-]

G-go away! Oh no!

[-CLIPCLOPCLIPCLOPCLIPCLOP-]

[back and forth, back and forth. this might go on for a while, folks.]

16 rhymes without reason// comic book plot

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

[Hey, any of you in the music room, there's a girl.... just kinda plunking keys on the piano. This produces the correct bubble, of course.]

[PLUNK, PLUNK, PLUNK]

[Yeah, now you have one confused Rhyme who has stopped playing the piano and has started to look at the words. And then a thought bubble pops up.]

(What's going on? Did I do that?)

[And now she can read her thoughts. Or they can, whoever else is in here. A question mark appears above her head. Well, something's up. Getting up from the piano, she starts to walk around. That produces...]

[CLUNK, CLUNK, CLUNK]

[As she leaves the room to figure out what's happening. Hopefully she doesn't hit anyone with the words.]

((OOC: Here, you now have a Rhyme spoiling your comic book plot. Run away. Or steal CR on this fabulous day.))

Stage 12

[abravelikehero]

[Almaz can be found on the castles front step, he has a large cardboard sign with letters made out of construction paper and paint, there's also a bit of glitter thrown on. The sign reads in stylized letters "Party Sign Ups".]

Since I'm bad at investigation I might as well go back to what I was doing before.

[He sighs deeply, and then a thought bubble forms above him, unlike a normal thought bubble though it is enhanced with a voice over.]

(I never thought being a party leader would be this difficult. Is this what it's like to the control character? If that's true I should give Mao more credit. Though... he didn't really work at that, we all just sort of pushed ourselves on him. Well I didn't he caused that problem himself. Now that I think about it the second character is never someone who just pushed themselves in....)

[He pauses a moment and then looks up, not only were his thoughts voiced, but now they were written above his head!?]

Hey! That's not fair! I don't want people to read it too. Anyway dialog belongs on the bottom for cut scenes!

[As he was originally advertising it was all recorded on the journals as well, underneithe a written ad reading]

Join a party today! Help your fellow gain experience and from life long bonds. Sign ups in front of the castle.

.15 (Comic Book Plot Edition - Heroes style)

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

VOLUME SEVEN
"THE REALIZATION"
Hesam, Paradisa.

[Hesam is chilling in the kitchen, flipping through pages of the journal. He frowns.]

(Can't believe Parker left too...)

[He sighs, feeling morose. Everyone he's tried to get close to has left the castle shortly after he's made a friendship with them. This unsettles him.]

(Great. And now that Dick's gone, I got nobody to train me.)

SIGH.

[But wait. It seems Hesam is starting to notice something. Something that he isn't used to. A shadow? No. It's not a shadow it's--]

(What the hell is tha--wait! Waitaminute--! Hey that's--!)


What the hell is going on here?!

[To be continued...]

Log 020//: Video Game to Manga Port

[azure-guardian.livejournal.com]

[The AI has been pretty quiet for awhile, but even he had to comment on the strange going-ons that the castle seem to have decided to begin.]

Ah....well, this is quite different. The castle has seemed to go with something more 'lighthearted' this time instead of something 'bad'.

(Which is good since the last Event was undesirable for those involved.)

[Kite stops and stares at the thought bubble that had kindly projected his thoughts and then at the question mark hovering over his head.]

Hum?

(That is strange....no one should be able to project my thoughts like this...)

[He stops thinking and just stares as that shows up too, a few more question marks joining the first one.]

...this feels like something that would happen back home because of The World's popularity.


[ooc: open for business :) ]

(no subject)

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[Deadpool's in the kitchen. PLOTTING Which is obvious because his yellow thought boxes are giving him away. Not that he notices. He's used to his yellow boxes. This is no different for him]

[So let's see. I'll need glue, gas and matches and I need to see if Q can give me an alibi- No, not Q he won't do it. But Crowley! Crowley's good people. He can do it. I can offer booze if he does. Something nice. That'll win him over]

[And while his thought bubble is there... Yeah, he's talking at the journal too. While making a sandwich. Multi-tasking ftw]

Is anyone else feeling paranoid? I swear, it's like there's someone looking over my shoulder all the time. I feel like getting an umbrella and hiding under it for a while... It's not just me right? I'd rather not be going crazy right now.

(no subject)

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[Zelman is stretched out along a couch in the lobby, taking a nap. either that, or he's dead. it's really kind of hard to tell.

but it can't be that bad, because sometime during his slumber, two kittens (Nev and Tiger) managed to clamber on up onto his chest and decided that they wanted to take a nap as well.

thanks to the castle, little "Zzz..."s are drifting up above all three of them, a cat's occasionally interrupted with a tiny "puuuuurrrr" sound effect.

there has never been a better time to remind him why no one takes him seriously.]


[ooc: totally open, but with a warning that his thought bubbles might not be very nice. or coherent. ...but at least the kittens are cute.]

[[005]]

[re-catalyst.livejournal.com]

[He's making his way down to the lobby, but he seems less than amused at the latest development.]

Stupid castle.

[He glares flatly at the words that have popped up above him.]

Greaaaat. So not only can people hear my thoughts because I end up saying them anyway, but now you have to make it in print?

[He sighs, and then pauses as the corresponding onomatopoeia pops up as well.]

Okay. This is past ridiculous.

3rd Death

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[there's a bit of a yelp and something falling, complete with a 'CRASH!' action bubble. Dextera picks up the journal from where he dropped it, keeping an eye on the thought bubble that had scared him in the first place, and writes down a question.]

Why is everything like this? It's...

(Just like back home with the Horned Girl, only she's not repeating my thoughts.)

[there's another yelp and Dextera drops the journal again. this isn't a good day for him.]

[ooc: open :) ]

(no subject)

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Who: Dream and Harley
What: Dinner and a movie. Except not really.
When: Backdated to Friday night
Where: Harley's dreams
Rating: PG so far

( Harley dreams in colors. )

Twenty Sixth

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[So, there's a cowboy in your diner, people. Except, he doesn't look like a cowboy AT ALL. He's wearing one of those garish 80's jumpers with his hair tied back into a ponytail in the method of all men of a certain age trying to reclaim lost youth.

John, however, does not seem like he's trying to capture lost youth. Oh no, he's just looking around the diner in mild horror. Too much future in one go is not a fun experience]

What the hell is going on this time?

[[OOC: Open to diner folks, sorry if relies are slower than usual ;;]]

[ Backdated to Friday before comic plot kicks off, but after Wesley's intervention ]

[matchmaker.livejournal.com]

( Illyria )

( Himura Tomoe )

( Harmony )

❀ 014

[ascensional.livejournal.com]

[ THE DINER ]

[ while in the diner, tomoe will be spending the day doing various things. one of the most prominent things will probably be tying her sleeves back and cooking for anyone who needs it. of course her style is distinctly japanese, and making do with what an 80's style diner kitchen has on hand might lead to some interesting results.

when she's not taking advantage of the maternal instincts and taking care of everyone, she's going to be holing herself up in a corner booth, as out of sight as possible, while looking out the window with a rather blank look on her face. she is definitely not someone who would have tolerated her thoughts being seen by others. then again she's not thrilled being seen by others IN THESE CLOTHES. hideous ]

[ ooc; This is just a...general post for the diner for her, throughout the day. Hopefully this is okay? Completely open to anyone, if you want it to be while she's cooking/cleaning, or just sitting in a booth, feel free to poke at her. I'm also totally for threadjacking if everyone else in the thread is~

ALSO I nearly forgot...the wardrobe change. 80's fashion is hideous, but she'll be wearing this with like...a sweater to cover up her arms, yeah. ]

[Open in person or in journal]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Washington is out patrolling the halls again. His gun is ready.]

You know, these speech bubble things are starting to get annoying.  As well as the thought bubbles. 

(But the worst of it is the constant feeling of being watched.  Am I finally losing it?)

~*chapter three*~ video/action;

[itsallinthebook.livejournal.com]

[The lobby. Nothing eventful here, right? Nope.]

Okay, Rarity. Just - hm. Okay. You magic me up a dress and hairstyle, and we'll see if any words pop up around you or around me. But remember, this is research. Nothing too - oh, who am I kidding, just do your thing.

Well... all right, if you're certain. But it seems like such a shame to just use this merely for testing a theory.

[Still, Rarity's unicorn horn glows, and pieces of fabric, needle and thread zoom into Twilight from off-screen, obscuring the unicorn in a cloud of *fashion* and word-bubbles.]

Swish! Swirl! Swoop!

[There is a classic princess dress on Twilight now. Complete with glass slippers and all.]

...huh. Okay, now if I break this glass slipper you've put on me...]

B-break it? Twilight Sparkle, you can't be--!

It's not anything personal! I just need to see if it makes a noise!

Just one moment! I'll... I'll go and find you something far more expendable, and-- my stars, wait, whatareyou?

SMASH!

[That would be the sound of two ponies colliding. The slipper? Somehow manages to stay intact, though somehow Rarity is now wearing Twilight's tiara and Twilight's dress is flipped over her face.]

[ooc: purple = Twilight Sparkle, navy = Rarity.]

wheel; the second

[entailing.livejournal.com]

[backdated to whatever time is appropriate]

Not like anyone needed more hysteria fuel, but is it just me or are there really less people around today? Did they go outside? Maybe the city hasn't turned into a page out of some comic book.

Just a thought.

[speaking of thoughts, Sayaka's walking along the halls, gazing curiously at the thought bubble over her head, which happens to be using a more...stylish?? inscrutable??? font than many others, like so:



it's distracting. Come run into her when she isn't paying attention?]

[ooc: see alt text for the image to read, or go here if you feel like decoding it yourself (although...why would you want to).]