Twenty-Fourth Issue - Stupid is as Stupid does

[ruined-jaw.livejournal.com]

[Despite having a talk with several of his friends, being significantly cheered up over the loss of his teammates, Jono still feels like there's more he could be doing. He hasn't been attending regular Danger Room sessions since Julian had been put in charge, but now that he wasn't, Jono feels like he can mesh better with the team. However, in order to catch up to where they're all at, he's in the Danger Room now, exercising using one of his own customized programs. There are little sentry robots flitting about, challenging his ability to aim his powers while under stress. His journal is open up in the control room, catching the occasional sound of a robot blowing up, and the sounds of Jono ducking and diving and rolling about his simulated battlefield. There's a pause as Jono finishes destroying the first wave of robots.]

{Right then. Le's put th' difficulty up a few clicks, aye? I'm barely breakin' a sweat here!}

[A few seconds later, more robots can be heard, their mechanical whirring much more vicious than before. Jono's still holding his own fairly well, his powers spreading out from him, and lancing several robots all at once. What he doesn't realize, however, is that the Danger Room's difficulty level is much higher than he would have set had he actually gone up to the control room and set it by hand. He doesn't see the silent infiltrator drone sneaking up behind him for a deadly attack. It whizzes by him, catching him on the side of the head, alarming him and now putting him on the defensive. It turns for another pass, ducking and weaving through Jono's attempts to blast it out of the sky with his intense biokinetic blasts. In a sudden burst of speed, the drone flies right up to Jono, detonating itself mere inches from his face.]

{AAAAAAGH!!!!!!!}

[There is now an unconscious Jonothan Starsmore on the floor of the Danger Room. What do, Paradisa?]

You're a Little Late; I'm already torn.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Who: Jilly Coppercorn & Willow Rosenburg
What: Picking up the pieces
When: Late Monday Night
Where: Their room (1314)
Rating: PG

( I'm all out of faith; this is how I feel )

[Foward dated to the afternoon of the 17th, posted early because of work]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Okay. The little idiot hasn't come back for food or anything lately, so I think I'd best start asking about him.

If you see a white thing that acts kind of catlike with a gold head? That's not normally a cat. It's a very dangerous resident on a loss. Could you please listen to the collar I put on him and return him to 1103? This is Agent Washington, and I'd really like to know where he is at all times.

Otherwise? I will not be held responsible for him ripping your throat out and tossing you out a window when he's human again. Understood?

012 - Hit the Books

[withoutcrown.livejournal.com]

[You might THINK you hear nothing at first. But there it is. The sounds of effort. Verbal sounds, that is. Like someone trying to get up in the morning. Or at all. Eventually, it stops. And there's just some heavy huffing and breathing]

There are not enough curse words in the English language to properly convey how...Oh hey! There isn't a right descriptive term out there either. It's too bad that I'm not a dictionary, cause then I COULD FUCKING CHECK!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! [Still nothing]

...I swear to god, Castle Wonderfuck, I am going to burn you to the ground and piss on the ruins. Do you know who the hell I am? I'm the man...well...talking book...that's gonna BURN YOUR HOUSE...castle...DOWN!

[There's a shushing in the background...and it works for a moment.]

Okay, which one of you fuckers just shushed me? No seriously, front and center. I'm gonna throw the book at you.

...it's just not the same without being able to pull shades. Truly, this is what Hell is. The only thing missing is Rebecca Black.

[ooc: Talking Book Loss is go. Action/journal (he's in the library right now), so feel free to interact with however you'd want. And yes, he looks EXACTLY like he does in the icon, shades and all.

Just to clarify, in the Library, he's beside his open journal. Thus why this is being recorded as well as an action post. Herp a derp

There's still one more slot open for a volunteer to get stuck with this guy.]

(no subject)

[videres.livejournal.com]

( Arthur )

[ she picks a fairly open spot, not too far away from the castle itself, to wait for Arthur. hair pulled back, her iconic fabulous dresses noticeably absent; replaced by more battle ready clothes (mail, bracers, metal fucking corset. the whole deal), one cannot fight in a silk dress after all--well you can, but that would only end up in a possibly torn dress and that will not do.

either way, sword at the ready, she sits and waits with the journal in hand, idly going over entries to pass the time. ]


( ooc; tis pretty much open, though for continuity's sake, all encounters happen before Arthur gets there. okok? )

(no subject)

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

( JILLY & RIN )

( ZELMAN )

( LEGATO )

( TOMOE )

( ROOM FILTER; cain, nanako, sora )

[and after breakfast but before his meeting with certain people of interest, there is an Abel in the lobby (no, no disguises this time). he's got a tiny puppy on a leash bouncing excitedly around like a crazy thing who will totally lick the crap out of you should you come ANYWHERE NEAR HIM TASTING PEOPLE IS AMAZING GUYS -- but the priest himself looks preoccupied, papers scattered on one of the tables where he's seated on a couch. he's tapping end of his pen against his chin thoughtfully, frowning in focused thought before...

MOANING DRAMATICALLY and tossing the papers in his hands up into the air wily-nily, flopping back into the couch with a huff. WHINING for benefit of lobby-goers and journalers alike:]

Why on God's green earth did Miss Yukiko think leaving the Okami salon to me would be a good idea?! She even made fun of my hair while she was here...

Someone deliver me from this torment--! I'm not cut out for this kind of thing... [you know. real work. GOD.]

[ooc: open for the lobby or journal! <: stick, I know you just put up a hiatus so feel free to backtag the hell out of this lkdjf <33]

thirty-eight smiles

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[ah... it has been a while since he has properly visited the town-- taking a pleasant stroll through the streets, sampling the warm-weather treats, admiring the newest selection of wares in the shop. Meandering along as if he hasn't a care in the world. Eventually, he pauses to watch a group of children playing near the fountain, bringing out the journal with the touch of a smile gracing his voice]

It really is a beautiful morning, isn't it? I wonder, at times... those who are lucky enough to come from worlds that resemble this one-- do they ever bother to stop and appreciate it, considering the dead worlds that others have the misfortune of calling home?

( Father Nightroad )

[ADDED IN LATER:]

( Jilly )

((ooc: Legato is in town~ he has a lot of time before he meets his friend, so open over the journal or in person for pretty much anything at all))

6. In the stables

[lady-maz.livejournal.com]

[You'll find Marian in the stables today. Grooming slowly is calming and good when there's a lot to think about. Going for a ride will be refreshing. (Or, as TV trope says: all girls love ponies.)]

( Princess Justinia )

( Piper Halliwell )

( Cole Turner )

( Asano Rin )

(ooc: open in the stables and over the journals.)

dragon butt-whooping

[buttwhoopqueen.livejournal.com]

Who: Jade Chan, Members of the J-team, Members of Krasus' team, Deathwing etc. (I know I'm missing people from the tag list...)
What: Getting Jade's talismans back from evil dragon-dude (AKA Deathwing).
When: Today?
Where: Somewhere outside the castle.
Rating: PG?

( Kick Dragon Butt )

☜☆☞ 4 ☜☆☞

[buttwhoopqueen.livejournal.com]

[Sounds of "innocent" whistling are coming through the journal. Jade is outside the castle sitting on a bench nearly dying of excitement.]

((ooc: Pass by and ask her what she's doing, or if you're in on the plot, go here.))

+84

[imnot_likeyou]

[So Sam has had an eventful afternoon. First, he went looking for his brother and was bowled over by a giant dog that he later discovered to be Dean. Which, of course, made him laugh because hey -- payback is a bitch.

This is several hours after that, however, after Dean has destroyed his room, drank all his beer, and is now currently staring at his reflection in the mirror and growling ... at himself. it's a deep, low rumble that picks up over the journal.

After a minute, Sam sighs]

If anyone's looking for Dean, I have him. He's on a loss, so if you need him for anything, I'll see if I can help.

[within reason. who knows what kinds of friends Dean's been making. then a beat]


... And if you happen to have any? Hide your beer.

VII. → [voice]

[allthelinks.livejournal.com]

I have a question. I'm looking for some information on behalf of a friend. Something about a room within the castle that strange objects appear from. That's all I really know about it. Any clues?

I spoke about it with Yosuke but I was thinking more about it... None of us know when or if we're going to vanish from this castle. Has anyone ever considered writing a farewell letter just in case that happens? That way anyone you care about that's left here can read your parting words.

[A pause...]

Sorry. I guess that's a little morbid. Just a thought...

9 ♦ gone

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[Forward-dated. Tomorrow.]

( Sister )

( Private )

MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A BITCH!

[The shout is punctuated by a dull slam produced when she punches the wall. Her fist is throbbing as if a little heart, a little painful heart, had been slipped under the skin of her knuckles. Pain's worth it, though. There's a pretty, cracked dent on the wall. Not that it'll stay, but she hopes it annoys the castle.

She picks up the journal and rips out the page she wrote before slamming it shut.]



[ OOC: Action. If you're looking to pick a fight, she'll be happy to punch you. Or if you'd like to take a shot at calming the seriously pissed-off woman, good luck. ]

(no subject)

[impermissible.livejournal.com]

( Sister* )

[The journal opens up to a gravelly voice, a pause, and long sigh, and...]

Fucking castle. Sure are getting rid of most of the cool people around here.

[Another pause.]

_{Never going to get used to this...}

[There's a breath as if he's going to say something else, but-- It simply turns into a click of the tongue, journal shutting.]

_{(ooc. *AKA private, beep boop. If you want to bug him via journal, go for it!)}

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

[There is a Time Lord passed out on the floor of Eleven's TARDIS. It sure looks like Eleven just kind of fell over in the middle of walking somewhere.

Oh wait, he's waking up now. And blinking and looking very confused. Well, that's pretty normal behavior for someone who just passed out for no reason. ...And then he speaks, and his tone is not Eleven's tone at all.]

...Where's my bed? [His hand flies to his throat instantly - his voice is wrong.] What the- [he looks around] How did I get into the other TARDIS?

[He tries to get up, only to wobble dizzily - his limbs aren't the same length as before, he's skinnier than he's used to being, and there's something really weird going on with his senses that he can't quite work out yet. Leaning half-slumped over the console, he catches his reflection in a shiny bit, and that's even more disorienting.]

...What.

((ooc: Loss start for Yuan! Open to Eleven's TARDIS and over the journal. Come fret over your not-Doctor!))

backdated to the 15th

[brbfisting.livejournal.com]

( aradia )

∀ 1st invasion ∀

[sodoomed.livejournal.com]

[It's a clear night in Paradisa. The perfect kind of clarity that lets you see the moon and the stars and the very large fireball streaking across the sky and crashing into the middle of a forested area with a resounding BOOM!

... Well then.]

( [Out in the forest....] )

[Several hours after the fireball, the castle's main doors are slamming open to reveal...........


A very short, very ugly boy with green skin. He looks thoroughly displeased as he marches - marches - into the lobby and abruptly stops.]

Hmm!

[He alternates between squinting and glaring as he surveys the lobby. After what he deems as a suitable amount of staring he resumes marching with a clear sort of fiery determination that is not at all conspicuous!!]

032 years late

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[The journal picks up rustling and an intake of breath as someone wakes up from an unexpected slumber. New resident? Noooot quite. Yuan's voice carries through the journal...]

What? Where am I? The castle. Still in the castle. Good. But something's different... [a pause as he looks down] What?! I've regenerated? No, no, I'd remember, wouldn't I? Well, it's not as if I remember the last time, is it. But [he picks up a lock of long hair] I'M A GIRL?! No, wait, hang on. [hands grope at his chest and feels for an adam's apple] Okay, false alarm... again.

Wait... waaaaiiitwaitwaitwaitwait [his hand goes to his chest again. One heart. One. Heart. NOT GOOD. He scrambles to get out of bed, but he's taller than he's used to and ends up tangled in the sheets and falling in an uncoordinated heap on the floor. He manages to rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling]


What?!


((ooc: Loss Tiem for Eleven! Open over the journal, or if anyone cares to come check on poor Yuan who seems to have lost his marbles. And I'm still catching up, I swear!))