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[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ after last night, lana doesn't really feel like getting 'kitchen'ed again, but at the same time she's not exactly eager to stay out on her own after dark, either. if this was some mass loss, it ought to last at least a week. it was probably better for her to stay at the castle, but she didn't like the idea of leaving her house completely vulnerable.

and really, she would have left Watchtower earlier, but time flies when you're...stalking. and reading. and practicing kicks. so it's with mild disgust in herself for completely losing track of time that she is power walking across town to her house, not making any secret of the gun in her hand and the journal in her other.

she really wishes she had her car here right now. maybe she should have borrowed one from tony ]


[ ooc; Open post is open for anyone else in town in the dead of the night! TB!vamps as well, so long as it doesn't end in her becoming a midnight snack or something like that. ]

001. lawn adventures

[bowiesque-basic.livejournal.com]

[He pauses. He had been expecting chaos, pain, and the ironic return of destiny. Instead he stands in some open space, the floor covered with some awful looking green stuff. He takes a moment to check his disc, his cane, and count each of his fingers twice, before his face bursts into a beaming grin.]

Well it appears I escaped once more, fantastic I so love it when that happens. But hello, what do we have here?

[He stretches down to pick up the small, thin rectangular prism he’d dropped in his finger-related haste. After a few tries, including one of biting, he manages to get the thing open, and is immediately greeted by the familiar babble of the crowds. So there were others here. Wherever here was. Good.]

Excuse me my dear fellow members of wherever we are. Could someone spare a moment to catch me up to speed? Many thanks.

sixth blood.

[deathwarder.livejournal.com]

[ In a remote corner of Paradisa, far from the eyes of mortals and far from the reach of castles, a mournful cry pierces the night. It is the cry of a beast wounded, not in body, but in soul. For Deathwing has suffered a grave loss, inflicted upon himself by his own foolishness.

He'd harmed her, the last thing he intended to do. Harmed his beloved sister, the one who smiled with him under the stars, who offered him hope in the midst of despair. Shattered her mind and spirit, broken her beyond belief. Failed to protect her from a wicked curse, and tainted her all the more so. He cries because he knows what he has done; knows there can be no forgiveness for it; knows that punishment comes for his deeds. Knows that, in the end, he could not save her, only make things worse. 

The journal, damned object that it is, has followed him, and occasionally catches a choked sob, muttered words of apology that will never reach the person they're meant for. ]

Gods, why would you torment me so? Torment me with this pain, this suffering, when already I endure such agony?

Bring her back... bring her back! [ There's the sound of boulders being smashed, of trees being crushed, as Deathwing all but goes on a rampage against his surroundings. ] Release her from your hold! Take me in her place, but spare her! Spare her these nightmares... please, I... I beg of you, no more...

[ And he collapses from exhaustion, from sorrow, head buried into his paws, massive form quivering as grief engulfs him, as madness overtakes him. ]

Alexstrasza, my dear sister... come back to me. Come back... come back, come back, come back...

(( Open! Over the journals, dictated, written, etc. You can try and come find him, too, as he's being pretty noisy. ))

no thinking for a little while

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

Who: Nina Sayers and EVERYONE (I'll fix the tags as people come in)
What: a ballet recital
When: June 5
Where: the Ballroom
Rating: PG for now

( tiptoe through our shiny city with our diamond slippers on )

7 blueprints - Dictated

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[It took Ted awhile to dictate this entry. He turned the matter of talking about the incident over the journal over and over in his head, ruminating it to microscopic levels. If there's one thing to be known with Ted, though, it doesn't matter how many times he thinks something over. In the end, he still... well. He's still Ted.]

Yo, guys. It's Ted. You haven't seen me around because, uh... [The soft sound of his lips smacking can be heard.] I kind of got into a bit of a mess in Town and I might be bedridden in the clinic.

--But hey, I'm totally okay! [He's not.] What's a couple of punctures, huh? [Oh, that was bad. Why did he say that.] Uhh, minor punctures, that is! [Because everyone would totally believe he's bedridden with minor punctures.] A-anyyyway I'm sure I'll be up and about in a few more days. Yep! Soooo.... see you later!

[See? He's still Ted.]


((Also a sort of actiony post for the clinic. Stop on by if you want!))

♰ 5 | dictated

[benevolentstar.livejournal.com]

[filtered away from the Contra Mundi and anyone who would aid them]

I apologize if I wasn't clear before. We aren't dealing with vampires here. Yes they are in need of human blood to survive but, the truth is far more complicated than that. They are human beings still. The things in the old myths will not hurt them with the exception of silver and UV light; light from the sun.  If you have to face any of them, please keep that in mind. I will warn you that those things will not work on their commander so please don't try them.

In fact if you have to face him, just focus on running away. He's more powerful than his own troops. Frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if even in this world he's still the most powerful person alive.

( Anyone who has encountered Abel and his troops )

 

 

( Anyone who helped during the attack on the town )

 

( Esther's troops )

 

( Church filter )

( Abel )

when the cat's away [5]

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

Pardon me, I just have a small question...

... What is a 'vampire'? I'm hearing that word everywhere, but I don't have any idea what it means.

Audio + drawing

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Alright, this one is going out to both sides of this little conflict.

[Akira takes a moment to clear his throat.]

Don't you think that all of you stupid dipshits should give it a rest? The dead just come back to life, so havin' a war is completely fuckin' pointless. I know you guys must have better things to do than mess up the landscape.

Come on, already. I just wanna' have a nice stroll through town in peace, that's all. Here, I even made a picture to better illustrate the problem.

( Picture behind cut, to save room )

∅ nineteenth virus unleashed

[thatsmy-niche.livejournal.com]

[Hardison has been locked away playing a lot of video games lately. The challenge of his loss just means it eats up more of his time. But he can't be anti-social forever seeing only his team, so he finally cracks his journal open, which he has been ignoring for awhile.]

I'm about sick of everyone I know leavin', so you best stop.

[He hasn't even acknowledged anyone else having left since Parker, not even Sister or Eliot. And yes, even though he's been ignoring the journal he knows Eliot is gone. He can't not know.

There's a long pause. Then a slow smirk.]

I'm gonna go down to the kitchen and make some brownies. They won't be magic brownies, but they just might be edible. Whoever wants to come down can come down.


[and in about half an hour Hardison can be found in the kitchen, making a mess and trying to bake. His journal is open on the counter. Somewhere. And no, he really has no idea about the vampires.]


{Hi! Skittles is..semi-here! Still expecting net on Tuesday, but I'm at the bookstore now and really wanted to post. After today, tagging and backtags will resume after Tues. And...I have no idea what's been going on around here, so he's just as clueless XD.}

(no subject)

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

( [Jason Todd] )

[Because threats of vampire attacks in the town aren't nearly enough to stop Nudge and Yuki, the kitchen has been overrun by the two determined girls with a delicious misison: to make old-fashioned chocolate chip cookies! They've got all the bowls and mixing stuff and measuring cups out on the table. The oven is pre-heating and Yuki is even wearing an apron over her school uniform! Cooking is serious business, though her voice is its usual monotone as she reads through the recipe:]

3 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
2 sticks (1 cup) unsalted butter, melted and cooled slightly
1 1/2 cups packed light brown sugar
1 cup granulated sugar
3 large eggs
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla
2 1/2 cups semisweet chocolate chips (16 ounces)

[ nudge, for her part, is wearing levi's and and a cute ruffled top under her apron, and she is excited enough for the both of them!! :> vampire fights are dumb and gross, and she figures she can make some cookies for the people she knows to cheer them up while she's helping yuki expand her horizons. two birds, one stone! or one birdkird, and one japanese schoolgirl... ANYWAY she's rocking on the balls of her feet while yuki reads off the list, checking the items they gathered to make sure that they have everything ]

Flour, check... sugar, check... eggs, check... chocolate chips... Not check! Okay, lemme go get those. [ she hurries off to a cupboard ] Isn't this kitchen great, Yuki? I've never seen anything like it. There's just so much STUFF! And like, appliances. I think there might be some stuff in here I don't even know how to use, haha. But I doubt we'll be using much of it anyway. I can't wait until these cookies are done. And we are definitely using more than two and a half cups of chocolate chips. [ she comes back to the table with a big bag ] Another half cup couldn't hurt, right?

[Yuki skims the recipe to see how many cookies it makes, then glances at the bag of chocolate chips. A couple seconds of math and she has an answer to that!]

Another half a cup would result in an increase of approximately seven chocolate chips per cookie. It is unlikely that increase in sugar and chocolate that would cause anyone harm.

[ nudge blinks at her for a second, and then laughs ]

I'm not even sure I wanna know how you know that? I can barely do math on paper; let's not even talk about in my head. And good! Everything tastes better with more chocolate. You could probably put chocolate on a Forever 21 skirt and eat it! [ haha, she giggles again ] Anywho, I think we've got everything we need...

[Yuki has no idea what Nudge means regarding chocolate and a Forever 21 skirt, but she nods regardless after a quick scan of everything on the table. Then she looks back at the recipe.]

"Line 2 large baking sheets with parchment or wax paper."

((OPENNN! Purple is Nudge and blue is Yuki!))

(no subject)

[junescutie.livejournal.com]

[after spending the last day recovering from her fight with Eva, and today meeting with Esther and the others she finds herself with a disturbing lack of things to do. It feels wrong to spend her free time doing things that are unrelated to this war that's broken out... But she's honestly not sure what to do that can be helpful. So in the end she's compromised by using her time to patrol around town for any trouble.

After walking for a while, she's chosen to sit by the fountain for a bit. She honestly hasn't slept well the last two days, and she's starting to feel it. In fact, anyone passing by might notice her lean forward a little bit, that way that you do when you're about to fall asleep in class. As her head rocks forward for a second she snaps it back up, and the sudden motion makes her loose her balance. Tipping forward she plunges her hand into the shallow fountain to support herself, and just manages to avoid falling in entirely.

Sadly, her sleeve is still wet. Scrunching up her face she shakes her now soaked arm]

Darn it... [she sighs] Maybe I should go change.

[she reluctantly stands up... and if anyone is passing by she nods awkwardly at them. This is all just a touch embarrassing]

[ooc: open post for Nanakins where you can catch her awkwardly chilling! haha feel free to mock her and her poor sleep schedule, or be the person that she's nodding to ;D]

( Lady-Saint (THIS FILTER IS AFTER EVERYTHING ELSE THAT HAS HAPPENED IN THIS POST) )

Fifth Party

[elementoflol.livejournal.com]

[There are vampires attacking town? Pinkie doesn't care, she just keeps humming a cheerful tune and all the frightening things fade away.

Besides, she has a party to organise...]

Hello there, everypony! The best fashionista in all of Equestria is opening a store right here in town! So come on down for the rockingest rollingest celebration EVER!

[There are balloons and cake and music and everything is the brightest shade of pink that ever existed. Come on, come all and party! Or tell her that she's partying among crazy vampires, either one.]

[019] End of the world as we know it

[derpish.livejournal.com]

[Cain was trapped, no way out without putting other lives at risk. The locks and codes that would be so easy to crack, were suddenly as impenetrable as if they were solid walls with no doors at all. How had this happened? How had his little brother become this thing so hell-bent on destruction that he couldn't even hear the voices of those closest to him? Threatened by Abel not to leave the base, he had to wonder with a sick sort of curiosity if those calling themselves 'Methuselah' would recognise him as a Commander as well...

Contra Mundi.

Both of them had been that, Seth as well, so much so that Abel was having trouble even picturing Cain as he should be. And now there was fighting throughout this world, people on both sides and innocents in the middle getting hurt. Why? It was senseless, pointless, horrific. He had his journal with him, but what could he have said? Words of warning seemed utterly redundant now, and the opposing side probably thought he was just as much Contra Mundi as Abel. But he couldn't just sit around here any longer, trapped and helpless as people got hurt -- as his own brother hurt people, so he found an empty room and dictated...]

( Esther and her army / Anyone opposing the Methuselah, either directly involved or not )

( Methuselah Base )

[ooc: Open over the journal before the explosion, or in person for anyone in the base after the explosion.]

Pum Deg Tri: Vampires Abound

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

Ah, Maladict, I'm guessing these ones aren't from your world, what was it, black ribboners? Because I have plenty of coffee to share if it will help with their...cravings.

I don't suppose anyone knows if the garlic and stakes thing works as a defence at all?

Entrée de Journal Cinquante Cinq: Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Part-Humans

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure vampires don't cause this much havoc on my own world. I mean, really aside from a few like Rita Skeeter most people accept them in magic society. At least as beings. It's actually illegal to kill them, some people do and I suppose they go to Azkaban for it.

I mean they're not pure blooded wizards or anything like that obviously but there were even rumours about Scrimgour, he was our minister for magic. Although as it was the father of Loony Lovegood, I can't say that there's much truth in it.

Oh the centaurs don't like them of course and neither do the merpeople. Although I'd much rather have an aversion to garlic then be forced to defecate in the woods or turn green with gills and bad teeth.

I could do without the blood drinking though. That's an entirely unsavoury practice.

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

( Friends and Acquaintances )

[Allen had spent the past few days recovering from the fight with Cross. To say that it went badly would possible be a great understatement, but that only caused him to become more determined to make the next round go better. ]

[Today he's in the castle library, researching any possible ideas on weaponry that could be used...and any possible way to get it in silver. He looks tired and worn- and on top of that there is a medical eye-patch covering his left eye with a fair amount of bruising in that area. As it was said...to say it went bad was an understatement]

I wonder if I even could ask the castle for these things...

[OOC: Open or over the journal! Due to an injury to his eye, Allen won't be able to sense any demon things for a few days until it heals up on it's own. Fair warning not to read the link if stuff like eye injuries freak you out...just take my word for it]

(no subject)

[impermissible.livejournal.com]

( Kara, AKA Private )

[Another one gone. Just how many times was this going to happen to him? A hand moves to Zeke's face before he lifts his pen again, scrawling slowly.]

( Nancy )

[And with that, the pen in his hand shakes before he growls, whipping the journal across the room in a burst of rather violent adrenaline.

Fuck this.]

Eighty Sixth Song

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

( Angel )

03 // voice

[talonous.livejournal.com]

( Jason )

( Damian )

( Kate )

( Takamura Uru )

- thirty-fourth year waiting -

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

(backdated to a week ago, the last night of Baby Week; faaaail)

[Rory knows it's the last night Tabetha will be here with him and Amy, so he's trying to make the most of it. He's made her favorite dinner--chicken nuggets with macaroni and cheese and broccoli--helped her make a blanket-and-cushion fort under Amy's direction, let her mess with his hair (there's one bottle of gel gone to waste), and allowed her to stay up late watching cartoons on the telly. Now he's gotten her tucked into bed and is reading her favorite bedtime story (or so she said]

Every day, Sir Topham Hatt came to the station to catch his train. "Hullo," he always said to Thomas. "Don't let the silly freight cars tease you. Remember, you have an important job as a special helper in the Train Yard."

[Tabetha has her blankets pulled up to her chin, listening raptly to Rory and hanging off his every word] Thomas is the best train on the whole island, right, Daddy?

One of them, yeah. There's lots of other good trains, remember? Right, so--There were lots of freight cars, and Thomas worked very hard pushing and pulling them into place. There was also a small coach and two strange things his Driver called cranes.

Cranes pick up heavy things and move them, because Thomas can't pick them up all by himself.

Right! Right, Tabs, exactly. Very good. "That's the breakdown train," he told Thomas. "The cranes are for lifting heavy things like engines and coaches and freight cars."

[Tabetha laughs and smiles] See, Daddy? I told you!

[Rory can't help but smile back, and reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear] One day, Thomas was in the Yard. Suddenly he heard an engine whistling ...

[the longer Rory reads aloud the drowsier Tabetha gets, and by the time he's finished the story the little girl is almost completely asleep. Rory sets the book aside and just watches her for a few minutes, looking at her chubby child cheeks and the way she looks just like both Amy and himself, and tries to imprint her face on his eyelids so he'll be able to take the memories and tuck them away safely for the rest of the year. It's funny--he knew she'd only be here for a week and he let himself get attached anyway, let himself fall into his desire to have a family with Amy someday. Being plastic, he assumes this is the only way he'll ever get to have one]

Sweet dreams, Tabs. We'll ... [he swallows] We'll see you in the morning.

[she shifts sleepily, a tiny smile appearing on her face] G'night Daddy.

[a lance of sadness hits him, and he bends down to drop a light kiss on her forehead. She smiles again and mumbles]

I love you, Daddy.

[and then he can barely speak past the sudden lump in his throat, only just managing to reply in kind. When he joins Amy in bed, he isn't able to fall into his rest state like he normally does. It's like he's waiting for the exact moment when Tabetha disappears. Even then, he doesn't manage to catch it--just one moment, he's slightly dozing, staring up at the ceiling and vaguely aware of the sound of both Amy and Tabetha breathing--and then the next, it's just Amy. It takes a moment or two to sink in before he sits straight up in bed; and sure enough, the small daybed they'd got for Tabetha is empty. Like no one had ever slept in it at all.

If Rory still had a heart, it would be breaking; as it is, he simply sits up and stares at that empty bed for the rest of the night, mourning the loss of his fake-pretend daughter once again, and mourning the loss of his dream, of the family and the quiet village life he'll never be able to have. He doesn't wake Amy up because he doesn't want to upset her. That will come later.

Besides, he needs his time to grieve alone before he has to shove it all aside and be strong for Amy. That's the way it always is]

((open to ... whatever. IDEK. Bedtime story stolen from the book 'Thomas' Big Storybook', which I nabbed from my son's room))

(no subject)

[too-fairytale.livejournal.com]

Who: Rory Williams and Amy Pond-Williams
Where: Room 212
What: Amy being clingy. For once.
When: After River reveals some horrifying spoilers here.
Rating: R, just to be on the safe side

( After telling River she needed some time to digest... )