blog eighty-five - the morning edition

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[forward-dated to Wednesday morning, around 7 AM. Barney's parked behind the counter of the WildKat, having distributed flyers around the castle lobby and kitchen on his way down into town. now that he's got his latte and the registers counted and open, it's time to get down to business]

Okay, so, here's the deal, all you morning people. The WildKat's hiring again. BIG time. You don't even really have to know a bunch about coffee, we've got people here who can train you. If you want a job, the pay's good, the hours are good, and the perks are AWESOME. Plus, hey. You get to work for me. Come on down or shoot me a line over the journal if you're up for it.

[as he's waiting for replies to that, he'll tap his pencil idly against the bare-bones staff schedule he's been picking at, then flip his journal back open and scribble in a filter]

[People Who Have Spoken To Ted Mosby, But Would Be Totally Awesome And Not Tell Him They Participated In This Conversation]

What sort of stuff can you tell me about Ted Mosby? The castle kinda made me forget him, so. I've gotta fake it till I make it. I was his best friend, back home, and I don't wanna break his heart. He flipped out bad enough just getting here.

[/Ted Filter]

Into the Unknown

[guyofgisborne]

Who: Guy of Gisborne & Lady Marian
What: Guy begins to spend more and more time in the wild, causing Marian to worry.
When: Sometime around the end of April
Where: Outside (Castle grounds, First ring, etc.)
Rating: PG

( It had been a good week since Guy had awoke in wolf-form, with no end in sight. )

(no subject)

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Who: Spike Spiegel gottaknockhard and Vicious neverdream
What: Conversations.
When: (Placeholder log!) Dated sometime after this.
Where: Room 1717.
Rating: R

( Read more... )

Canad

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

( Kaito )

( Felix )

( Deathwing/hallway filter thing )

[One of the few benefits of this place was the borrowed time with her granddaughter. So, it should be no surprise that Galadriel once again finds herself wandering up to Arwen's room. When she gets there, however, she is met by a blank name plate.

She just stares for a moment, waves of emotion washing over her- sorrow, relief, anxiety about what Arwen will face in their own world. Eventually, she opens the journal and dictates in a voice devoid of sentiment; whatever she's feeling, she's not about to broadcast it to the entire castle.]

The Lady Arwen Undómiel has been returned to her home. [There's a long pause] It is for the best. I would like to personally extend my gratitude to all who showed her hospitality and kindness while she was here. I cannot thank you enough for making her stay a little less trying.

[And now you can find her under Alexstrasza's tree, brooding thinking. Bother her if you want, but she's feeling a little melancholy.]

twenty-fifth labyrinth

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

[Backdated to yesterday - right after this]

( Town filter )

Anyone who works in the clinic, we have an injured resident in town that needs assistance...

[He sighed and stared down at her, wondering how he was going to move her. So much for a pleasant lunch]

((ooc: Feel free to join in for general rescuing type things. Felix has no idea what to do))

(no subject)

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

Who: slicesanddices, and inmylight_comdr
What: A Spartan and an X-Men walk into a bar ...
When: May 12th, after this thread
Where: Death Match
Rating: None ... yet ... ?

( Read more... )

A Sword is a Sword [Closed]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Who: Ashura and Draco
What: Ashura offered to fill the void of sword teacher for Draco, now that Ukitake has gone home and this is their first lesson
When: Sometime in the late morning (when it's nice and cool and everyone has had a little something to eat for energy)
Where: A bit out from the castle in the grasses (you know, where no one else can get hurt)
Warnings: none, but will update it needed

( And )

text ;; front- or back-dated to the last storm

[tunafanatic.livejournal.com]

[Haruhi's handwriting is a little clumsier and hastier than usual.]

What do you do to keep your mind off things here?

[A pause, and then a message filtered hastily to Kasanoda:]

Are you alright now?

(no subject)

[symmetrist.livejournal.com]

[ Today, Death the Kid has been rather upset. Somebody dared track in dirt to his beautiful lobby (read: castle's lobby.) On top of that, all of the furniture was out of place, and upon closer inspection, it all needed a good polish as well.

If he were home, he'd get somebody else to do the cleaning while he rearranged the furniture. But as this was not home, and because he didn't trust the ghosts to handle such a delicate task, today found Kid in the lobby wearing rubber gloves, his hair covered a black and white checkered bandana, with a myriad of cleaning chemicals, spray bottles, buckets, brooms, dustpans, and a single mop in the lobby, cleaning like a well-oiled cleaning machine.

He has all of the furniture pushed off to the side to be rearranged later.


It's all pushed off to the side symmetrically, though.




Hope nobody was planning on using that lobby today.

The journal's open for Kid to listen, though it also picks up the sounds of him cleaning, and a small mantra under his breath. ]

Filthy, filthy, filthy.... I've got to make it clean... Clean, clean, clean....

achtzehn.

[lostbirth.livejournal.com]

[ he's in his room now, doors closed, journal nearby as he gazes out the window at the clear sunshine and warm colors of the outside world.

in a somber tone: ]

A beautiful day reflects the storm to come.

[[ooc; friendly guy am i right? feel free to send him a message through the journal.]]

pity party, anybody?

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[Kasanoda's life has... pretty much sucked always lately. If those watching him may recall, last week he went through rapid de-aging (and recalls none of it) and woke up with a stranger looming over his bed (thanks, Kenshin)  and now he's pretty much been told, to his face, that the girl he has a crush on prefers his much stupider friend. (way to go, haruhi.) Speaking of the latter, he makes a short, quick dictated message in the journal.]

Tamaki. Go see Haruhi. She needs you.

[Anyway, back to Ritsu I HATE MY LIFE Kasanoda. Some time after making sure prince charming rescues the manly princess, he needs a way to heal his broken heart. He tries to think like a gangster - what do gangsters do to ease their emotional pain? What's the manly thing to do to prevent himself from crying like a little girl?

BOOZE.

And so, he is leaving the castle, hoping to find a bar in the town, clutching a beer bottle he snagged from the kitchen. Also fun time to mention he's never had any alcohol in his life. Ever.]

Ugh...

I've only been doing this 54 years...

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

( Heroes and/or anyone looking to stop Legato )

[OOC: Responses will be slow, as I have to go to play practice, but I wanted to get this up before it was too late in the day. I'll tag back asap]

eight arrows

[the-girl-aflame.livejournal.com]

If anyone knew him... 

I think Peeta went home.

????th Issue - Metamorphosis

[ruined-jaw.livejournal.com]

[Those in the clinic today are graced with a new guest. One who smells of sulfur, and looks to be actively on fire.  That's right, Jono's in the clinic today, apparently unconscious after his disastrous solo training session. Nothing can be done to rouse him, and any attempts made to heal him will be met with resistance by the entity that put him to sleep in the first place. That is, the castle decided it was time for Jono to grow up. Those who dare sneak a peak into his chest will notice that there's something peculiar happening in the flame that sustains his life force. It's being pushed aside, as though something physical is starting to form where there was once just raw energy. Visitors are obviously welcome. If Jono notices he had visitors, he might even thank you for your consideration, once he comes back to himself.]




((OOC: As open as Jono's chest cavity! Feel free to visit him, read to him, or talk to him like he can hear you! X3))

one jean-paul heaven pudding

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

[Well, well, well, Paradisa. Ready for another newcomer to arrive, are we?

Stocking walks into the lobby, rubbing her eyes as she talks out loud, seeming to her fellow, yet now gone, companions. Man, talk about being somewhere else in the blink of an eye!]

Do you think they work on angels?


[......silence.]


Hey, Panty, stop ignoring me! [And then she stops rubbing her eyes and realizes she is not in Kansas Daten City anymore. This is not the church, either.





............]

What the hell!?

☠ 019

[molotov]

( Guido )

[Two hours later, and still no answer. Molotov is, for once, actively trying to maintain a friendship, and she can't get her friend to work with her. Great. So, in an effort to both entertain herself and to be a Good Person, she goes upstairs to knock on Guido's door.

The uneasy feeling hits her once she's on the eighth floor, and Molotov walks slowly down the hall. She comes to a complete stop at Guido's door, staring at the space where the nameplate should read "Guido Carosella".

Then she punches through the drywall. With a well-placed kick, she takes the door out as well, sending it flying off its hinges and halfway across the room. Molotov spends several minutes staring angrily through the doorframe into an empty room.

Her journal, conveniently open, has captured all this noise. There is the sound of a lighter clicking, then a moment of silence before she dictates into it:]

Guido Carosella has gone home.

[Her voices grows softer as she wishes for a pen.]

( Brock Samson )

→eleven←

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Kay so… tormenting Harvey is getting… boring, actually. Which is not a conclusion he thought he would ever come to. It’s pretty depressing he must say, but they’ve never been alone for so long with nothing else to keep busy with. But he’s also keeping on his best behavior sooooo it’s time to ask the good guys~]

Quick, you’re alone in a room with nothing but yourself. What do you do to keep from losing your mind?

[A pause for thought…  Well...]

More then you already have, as the case may be…

( [Batman] )

025;

[imnotjenkins.livejournal.com]

[ You know when sometimes you just spend the day inside and tend to miss shit? Leroy is having one of those days when he heads outside and sees all the massive damage done there. DEATHWING YOU MAKE TERRIBLE MESSES. Satan-kun is so displeased with you.

Only not since he has no idea wtf happened, but still. This place looks like a war zone ]

--The hell happened here?!


[ ooc; open?! and over the journals I guess FFFFFF ]

(no subject)

[advocacies.livejournal.com]

( karkat )

( whomever brought her to the clinic )

Fourth Party

[elementoflol.livejournal.com]

( York )

Log 021//: Kite and a Kite

[azure-guardian.livejournal.com]

[if one was to venture outside tonight, they'll find the stitchy AI out and about (or well, floating around. hope that doesn't bother anyone.). He seems much happier than he has been of late and is currently flying something he got around to wishing up.

It seems that someone finally found his namesake.]

[ooc: open :> ]