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nurse-boy.livejournal.com[River Song]
[thinly-veiled anger]
We need to talk. Now.
[/River Song]
[thinly-veiled anger]
We need to talk. Now.
[/River Song]
Jun. 8th, 2011
nurse-boy.livejournal.com
❀ thirty-six unicorn statues for my desk
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iamdamnloyal[Harmony had taken an early lunch at work. Her plan had been to go get Cordelia and drag her out to get pie. Then to get her to spill. When she arrives at Cordelia's hallway though, she already senses something is off.
That and her face shifted to vamp at the smell of blood.]
Uh... [OUT COMES THE JOURNAL, pages flipping. She gets to Cordelia's door and makes a soft gasp.]
Has anyone, and I do mean anyone, seen Cordelia Chase?
[Filtered to: Angel, Fred, and Lorne]
I'm at Cordelia's room and there's blood here. I'm pretty sure some of it is hers. I don't want to worry, but here I am... worrying.
A lot.
I'm just hoping she was all 'Grrrr! Take That!' to some of those vampires that are wandering around, thanks to the castle, and she's staying with one of you.
Right?
-----
two chocolate mousses
Jun. 8th, 2011 01:59 pmsaccharosium.livejournal.com[This is Stocking.
You may not see her, but she is staring at the journal with a very aggravated expression on her face. Needless to say, she is annoyed. Very annoyed.
The journal picks up the sound of her fingers tapping on the page impatiently, and then the sound of a pen being tapped against the page several times before she starts writing.
Writing...and then scratching out whatever it was. Writing, then scratching. She does this several times before she makes a sound of frustration and tosses the pen behind her, dictating into the journal:]
( oocly cut for large text and vulgarness )
[and then she slams the journal shut]
[ ooc; Beware of crude + vulgar language in the comments from the Anarchy Sisters kthx. 8D ]
You may not see her, but she is staring at the journal with a very aggravated expression on her face. Needless to say, she is annoyed. Very annoyed.
The journal picks up the sound of her fingers tapping on the page impatiently, and then the sound of a pen being tapped against the page several times before she starts writing.
Writing...and then scratching out whatever it was. Writing, then scratching. She does this several times before she makes a sound of frustration and tosses the pen behind her, dictating into the journal:]
( oocly cut for large text and vulgarness )[and then she slams the journal shut]
[ ooc; Beware of crude + vulgar language in the comments from the Anarchy Sisters kthx. 8D ]
daine.livejournal.com[Ready for another new arrival, Paradisa? Of course you are!
Standing in the lobby is a young woman with curly brown hair wearing a shirt, breeches and boots. In her hand is a bow, strung and ready for use, and to go along with it, there's a quiver of arrows on her back. She looks thoroughly confused and probably a little scared. Going from an archery range to the middle of a swanky lobby, who wouldn't be?]
Horse Lords...
[The words are captured by the open journal on a table nearby, still unnoticed by the newcomer.
She speaks again, voice a little more audible this time.]
What just happened?
[OOC: Open journal or lobby!]
Standing in the lobby is a young woman with curly brown hair wearing a shirt, breeches and boots. In her hand is a bow, strung and ready for use, and to go along with it, there's a quiver of arrows on her back. She looks thoroughly confused and probably a little scared. Going from an archery range to the middle of a swanky lobby, who wouldn't be?]
Horse Lords...
[The words are captured by the open journal on a table nearby, still unnoticed by the newcomer.
She speaks again, voice a little more audible this time.]
What just happened?
[OOC: Open journal or lobby!]
Arthas Menethil receives [Soul Shard] x23
Jun. 8th, 2011 02:18 pmlionbeforelambs.livejournal.com( Anyone feeding on humans in the town )( Filtered AWAY from anyone in the first filter )( Jaina Proudmoore )[OOC: Just the journal for now! Unless you're in the manor.]
ino[there's some loud splashing sounds as the journal falls open, followed by some unladylike sounds of making effort to pull themselves out of the pool]
Oh my god! I have legs again! Finally!
[this is followed by some shuffling, some excited laughter ... followed by a shriek and a splash that sort of soaks the journal. PROBABLY SHOULDN'T TRY TO PUT ALL YOUR WEIGHT ON YOUR LEGS when you haven't used them at all for awhile ... oops]
[ooc: Journal or ... open at the actual pool if you want!]
Oh my god! I have legs again! Finally!
[this is followed by some shuffling, some excited laughter ... followed by a shriek and a splash that sort of soaks the journal. PROBABLY SHOULDN'T TRY TO PUT ALL YOUR WEIGHT ON YOUR LEGS when you haven't used them at all for awhile ... oops]
[ooc: Journal or ... open at the actual pool if you want!]
1 - Fury of the Night - Action
Jun. 8th, 2011 03:35 pmnocturnalrage.livejournal.com[Attention, Paradisa. There is now a black dragon curled up in the middle of your lobby. That is all.
Except not, because this dragon future-named Toothless is beginning to stir from his sleep. Bleary-eyed, the beast groggily rises to his legs and extends his forelegs out in a cat-like stretch as his jaws part in a wide yawn to reveal pointy teeth and a forked tongue, all the while giving a sound that might sound like the yawn of some sort of demonic dragon-cat hybrid. He brings his leg up and rubs at his eyes a bit, then puts his leg down.
And stares some.
Those of you who have never before been graced with the sight of a dragon making a clear expression of disbelief get lucky today! Toothless moves about, getting a feel for these completely unnatural surroundings. Waking up to a place wholly strange to him was a very new, rather unsettling experience, and it shows in the croons and other such sounds that he makes. He's sniffing actively, and when the scent of fresh air reaches his nostrils, his head-fins perk up and his head instantly turns towards the main doors. He narrows his eyes with determination, and, wings spreading slightly, he runs towards the door, head lowered to bash through it--
--and he bounces off, literally. A sharp, frustrated yelp escapes him as he scrambles back to a stand. A high-pitched whine can be heard throughout the room and in the adjacent rooms as the irritated dragon prepares to attack. He rears slightly, then blasts out a blue fireball that collides with the doors, making a small, but loud, explosion.
When the smoke clears, there's a bit of fire here and there, alive but contained, and the damaged area is blasted with soot. The doors, though dusted black, are largely undamaged.
And, yeah. Toothless' expression matches the icon pretty well right about now.]
((Introducing the dragon who may or may not have teeth, Toothless! His journal will most likely only seldom be used with intent, and most likely just pick up whatever shenanigans he decides to participate in, as is the case now. The journal's somewhere on the floor nearby him, opened and recording his attempts at escape. The journal cover will read Toothless. Also, he is on a temporary loss. Yes, already.))
Except not, because this dragon future-named Toothless is beginning to stir from his sleep. Bleary-eyed, the beast groggily rises to his legs and extends his forelegs out in a cat-like stretch as his jaws part in a wide yawn to reveal pointy teeth and a forked tongue, all the while giving a sound that might sound like the yawn of some sort of demonic dragon-cat hybrid. He brings his leg up and rubs at his eyes a bit, then puts his leg down.
And stares some.
Those of you who have never before been graced with the sight of a dragon making a clear expression of disbelief get lucky today! Toothless moves about, getting a feel for these completely unnatural surroundings. Waking up to a place wholly strange to him was a very new, rather unsettling experience, and it shows in the croons and other such sounds that he makes. He's sniffing actively, and when the scent of fresh air reaches his nostrils, his head-fins perk up and his head instantly turns towards the main doors. He narrows his eyes with determination, and, wings spreading slightly, he runs towards the door, head lowered to bash through it--
--and he bounces off, literally. A sharp, frustrated yelp escapes him as he scrambles back to a stand. A high-pitched whine can be heard throughout the room and in the adjacent rooms as the irritated dragon prepares to attack. He rears slightly, then blasts out a blue fireball that collides with the doors, making a small, but loud, explosion.
When the smoke clears, there's a bit of fire here and there, alive but contained, and the damaged area is blasted with soot. The doors, though dusted black, are largely undamaged.
And, yeah. Toothless' expression matches the icon pretty well right about now.]
((Introducing the dragon who may or may not have teeth, Toothless! His journal will most likely only seldom be used with intent, and most likely just pick up whatever shenanigans he decides to participate in, as is the case now. The journal's somewhere on the floor nearby him, opened and recording his attempts at escape. The journal cover will read Toothless. Also, he is on a temporary loss. Yes, already.))
playdohsmash.livejournal.com[This is printed in a blocky, heavy hand, with space left beneath it:]
VEVIB NLNVMG LU ORTSG ZMW WZIP RH Z NRIZXOV.
[The following, however, is written in slanted, pretty script:]
That's one of my favorites. Does anyone ever play games over these journals?
VEVIB NLNVMG LU ORTSG ZMW WZIP RH Z NRIZXOV.
[The following, however, is written in slanted, pretty script:]
That's one of my favorites. Does anyone ever play games over these journals?
vampires vs humans: loss finale
Jun. 8th, 2011 05:02 pmcustodismundi.livejournal.com( METHUSELAH; )( LADY-SAINT ESTHER )[there are three locations written in the journal by a neat hand.
two addresses for certain homes in the City Royale, and another for the warehouse that contains the entrance to the underground base of the Methuselah.
a few more words join these on the page.]
Come take back what's been stolen from you.
[he'd suggest you not come alone; there will have opposition waiting. but their victims might still be alive...
Abel will be waiting on Main Street for those who seek him out, and perhaps to give the vampires something more of a fighting chance; monster though he may be, he isn't completely heartless. things will be different this time - and from now on - for all of them.]
[ooc: FINAL POST of the loss! as of dawn in-game, all Methuselah and Knights will be "KO'd" and wake up at player's discretion back to their "normal" selves. anyone can come to any of the locations to help rescue the kidnappees (CORDELIA, AKIRA, CARL, VRISKA AND ADACHI NEED YOUR HELP!) - vampires, feel free to KO your character when it feels right for you if you want to avoid too serious a confrontation/injury.
P.S. - if you want to join in on the loss chat on aim, the name is "methuselesbian" :> all are welcome!]
♰ 6 | dictated
Jun. 8th, 2011 05:12 pmbenevolentstar.livejournal.com( Esther's troops )[filtered away from all the Contra Mundi and those who would aid them; basically no bad guys]
I'm sure by now you've all seen this. [Esther marks this entry just in case this is new news to you!] I know we've had a couple of mentions on the journals of people going missing.
I'm willing to bet they are there waiting with Abel's troops. This is probably trap so I'm warning you if you want to help these people have silver on you and go with a group of people who have some sort of fighting skills. I assigned some of my people to those addresses so be sure to expect back up from them.
I won't presume to tell you to not go but, if you do make it quick and hit hard. You're going to be fighting for your lives the second you get there.
percepts.livejournal.com( Everyone she knows )[ needless to say, the past few days have not been great.. sifudsfdsfkj she's scared and annoyed about this whole thing and just wishes everything would go back to normal already!! ffff vampires.
determined to stay out of trouble until this is over, she has now found herself in the library. after spazzing out about it like UWAAHHHH, she runs around gathering up as many magazines as possible, and then stashes herself on a couch somewhere with the books all around her.
if you're nearby and paying attention, you'll notice that she's got a curious mix of magazines, there! Seventeen, National Geographic, CarMag, Teen Vogue, National Wildlife, History Today, Elle and PCMag. right now she has her nose stuck in an issue of Girls' Life, and it must be funny or something, because she giggles every now and then eheheh ]
[ ooc; open ♥! btw she's wearing long jeans and a long sleeved-shirt. there are faint scratches on one of her cheeks, if you're the noticing kind ]
truthin-bones.livejournal.com[Written.]
Since my arrival to Paradisa, I have encountered a number of people that contradict my prior belief in certain species being purely of the fictional realm. But I still maintain that there is a rational explanation for even the most inconceivable of species. But there are some concepts I refuse to believe in.
While I cannot claim to understand the technology behind resurrection and resuscitation in place for castle inhabitants upon death, it remains inconceivable to think the dead can return to an animated state on its own.
When an organism dies, biological functions terminate. Even if an organism survives any endangerment to their homeostasis, with the rare exception, senescence will ultimately lead to a cessation of life. At this point, the organism is no longer able to maintain its internal environment in a constant state, structural organization of the body gives way to decomposition, growth, metabolism, and adaptation cease. Response to stimuli is no longer an option.
The idea of an "undead" state of being outside of fictional or mythological works is preposterous. The word is an oxymoron. An organism cannot be considered clinically dead and yet continue to function as any living organism would. With cardiac arrest and the cessation of brain activity comes an inability for someone to interact with their environment, a key conception in the definition of life.
Rather than jumping to superstitious conclusions based upon inaccurate information derived from fictional works, I would recommend seeking a more rational explanation. Historically, there have been a number of cases of misdiagnosed death. Genetic conditions such as porphyria and severe photodermatitis have been previously considered explanations for the development of vampire lore. It is entirely possible that some sort of biological alteration could be responsible for the so-called "supernatural" conditions in those who had once be human - a virus or genetic predisposition, for example.
Overall, I am growing weary with the consistent mention of magic and the supernatural. The library is a valuable source of information, with plenty of factual knowledge for anyone interested in being better educated.
Since my arrival to Paradisa, I have encountered a number of people that contradict my prior belief in certain species being purely of the fictional realm. But I still maintain that there is a rational explanation for even the most inconceivable of species. But there are some concepts I refuse to believe in.
While I cannot claim to understand the technology behind resurrection and resuscitation in place for castle inhabitants upon death, it remains inconceivable to think the dead can return to an animated state on its own.
When an organism dies, biological functions terminate. Even if an organism survives any endangerment to their homeostasis, with the rare exception, senescence will ultimately lead to a cessation of life. At this point, the organism is no longer able to maintain its internal environment in a constant state, structural organization of the body gives way to decomposition, growth, metabolism, and adaptation cease. Response to stimuli is no longer an option.
The idea of an "undead" state of being outside of fictional or mythological works is preposterous. The word is an oxymoron. An organism cannot be considered clinically dead and yet continue to function as any living organism would. With cardiac arrest and the cessation of brain activity comes an inability for someone to interact with their environment, a key conception in the definition of life.
Rather than jumping to superstitious conclusions based upon inaccurate information derived from fictional works, I would recommend seeking a more rational explanation. Historically, there have been a number of cases of misdiagnosed death. Genetic conditions such as porphyria and severe photodermatitis have been previously considered explanations for the development of vampire lore. It is entirely possible that some sort of biological alteration could be responsible for the so-called "supernatural" conditions in those who had once be human - a virus or genetic predisposition, for example.
Overall, I am growing weary with the consistent mention of magic and the supernatural. The library is a valuable source of information, with plenty of factual knowledge for anyone interested in being better educated.
╬ second bite; dictated
Jun. 8th, 2011 06:37 pmhistoryrepeater.livejournal.com( private thoughts ) ( Caroline Forbes ) ( Lana Lang )[ Stefan flips a few pages back, scanning a few posts. ]
( Everyone )
Are there still vampires in town?
[ It's late to help and he's very confused, anyway. All he knows is this involves a loss. ]
Or, is that what's called a loss?
[ Later on, Stefan spends some time in the lobby, reading old posts. He's fed, so being around people shouldn't be difficult. He's also sick of his room and hasn't gotten the memo that he can style it how he wants. He's currently catching up with what's going on around the castle. Feel free to bug the brooding
Scroll five
Jun. 8th, 2011 07:50 pmhuffythedragon.livejournal.com[Spike is in the library, strings of garlic gloves draped around his neck like really bad smelling lei. He scurries up the various ladders to occasionally put some garlic on the higher shelves, before moving on to another spot. After a while of this, he sits on top of a bookcase to open up his journal]
Okay, the library is super garlicked now. That works against vampires, right?. So...uh, if anyone wants to hide here, it should be safe. I think.
...
Does anyone know what else keeps vampires away? Some of these books say really weird stuff about them, that doesn't sound like it'd work at all. I don't even think we can fit a river in here.
Okay, the library is super garlicked now. That works against vampires, right?. So...uh, if anyone wants to hide here, it should be safe. I think.
...
Does anyone know what else keeps vampires away? Some of these books say really weird stuff about them, that doesn't sound like it'd work at all. I don't even think we can fit a river in here.
01 ☣ Voice...s. Plural.
Jun. 8th, 2011 08:43 pmsuperiorheight.livejournal.com[There's the sound of two voices muttering and arguing over something before they become clear. One sounds kind of like a cross between the Riddler and a used car salesman, while the other one just sounds like a drag queen.]
Wait, I don't see a view screen on this thing. How am I supposed to see the looks of fear on peoples' faces when they tremble before me? What kind of outdated piece of crap IS this?
[There's a loud thump as he tosses the book at the wall in anger. Elsewhere... There is still a book recording. Mostly because Red’s too full of I-don’t-give-a-fuck to bother.]
Well, fine. YOU. Various ....beings ....of the galaxy. I want you to tremble so that I can HEAR IT. So... make with that already.
I'll be here.
Uh. We’ll be here. [Can you hear that sound? That is the sound of Red’s annoyance. Don’t be leaving his ass out here, brosef.]
Oh, and for those who don't know, which I imagine, isn't any of you [very off handedly, almost bored even] as our fame and general amazingness reaches far and wide, [much more dramatically] WE ARE THE LEADERS OF THE GREAT IRKEN ARMADA. The ALMIGHTY TALLEST.
[Yada, yada. You can practically see him waving his hands. He’s done this a lot.] As we speak, the armada is ready and waiting to destroy... and/or enslave this entire planet and turn it into... I dunno. A gift shop planet. ...We don’t have one of those yet, right?
Feel free to send tributes of snacks or direct general groveling to room 1903. Those who wish to submit yourselves for immediate surrender to our obvious superiority can form a line outside, and we'll get to you eventually.
You have twenty minutes. Starting now. We’re on a tight schedule.
[The next part is spoken away from the book, obviously not intended for the general populace, but recorded nevertheless]
Can we install a death ray in the hallway? I don't want to get body parts all over the carpet in here. It's shag.
Why don’t we have shag carpet in the Massive? I knew those Vortions were holding out on us. [Red suddenly realizes the journal’s still in his... Hands... Fingers. Appendages and coughs in its direction.]
[Oh so loudly and chipperly again]
YES, right outside, single file. That'll do.
First person to surrender gets a complimentary gift basket courtesy of your doomed planet!
Wait, I don't see a view screen on this thing. How am I supposed to see the looks of fear on peoples' faces when they tremble before me? What kind of outdated piece of crap IS this?
[There's a loud thump as he tosses the book at the wall in anger. Elsewhere... There is still a book recording. Mostly because Red’s too full of I-don’t-give-a-fuck to bother.]
Well, fine. YOU. Various ....beings ....of the galaxy. I want you to tremble so that I can HEAR IT. So... make with that already.
I'll be here.
Uh. We’ll be here. [Can you hear that sound? That is the sound of Red’s annoyance. Don’t be leaving his ass out here, brosef.]
Oh, and for those who don't know, which I imagine, isn't any of you [very off handedly, almost bored even] as our fame and general amazingness reaches far and wide, [much more dramatically] WE ARE THE LEADERS OF THE GREAT IRKEN ARMADA. The ALMIGHTY TALLEST.
[Yada, yada. You can practically see him waving his hands. He’s done this a lot.] As we speak, the armada is ready and waiting to destroy... and/or enslave this entire planet and turn it into... I dunno. A gift shop planet. ...We don’t have one of those yet, right?
Feel free to send tributes of snacks or direct general groveling to room 1903. Those who wish to submit yourselves for immediate surrender to our obvious superiority can form a line outside, and we'll get to you eventually.
You have twenty minutes. Starting now. We’re on a tight schedule.
[The next part is spoken away from the book, obviously not intended for the general populace, but recorded nevertheless]
Can we install a death ray in the hallway? I don't want to get body parts all over the carpet in here. It's shag.
Why don’t we have shag carpet in the Massive? I knew those Vortions were holding out on us. [Red suddenly realizes the journal’s still in his... Hands... Fingers. Appendages and coughs in its direction.]
[Oh so loudly and chipperly again]
YES, right outside, single file. That'll do.
First person to surrender gets a complimentary gift basket courtesy of your doomed planet!
words of love and words so leisured
Jun. 8th, 2011 09:07 pmexanimatus.livejournal.comWho: Nina Sayers & Zelman Clock
What: She agreed to let him have some of her blood. ):
When: June 8th. Laaate evening.
Where: Room 202.
Rating: R; this will probably get kind of uncomfortable.
( words of poison darts of pleasure. )
What: She agreed to let him have some of her blood. ):
When: June 8th. Laaate evening.
Where: Room 202.
Rating: R; this will probably get kind of uncomfortable.
( words of poison darts of pleasure. )Ninth Negotiations; Dictated
Jun. 8th, 2011 09:36 pmsuccubitch[Welcome castle. Now is the time to hear Lilah speak in an amused and almost thoughtful sort of way.]
You know, it occurs to me more and more how strange it is that there's no real legal system here. People seemed surprised when Cole decided to have that trial, but it makes enough sense. After all, anyone could act strangely and do whatever they want and then claim they were on a loss, even if they weren't. There needs to be some way to hold people accountable for their actions, don't you think? [Not that she...particularly cares about that. She's mostly just bored and more trials would give her something to do. Lilah likes having things to do.]
And for those who aren't guilty, don't they have the right to defend themselves in front of a jury of their peers?
Perhaps I should look into starting my own law office around this place. At the very least, people could use it for divorces from all those Castle-influenced marriages. I'd me more than happy to help the citizens of the castle with these matters.
For a nominal fee, of course.
You know, it occurs to me more and more how strange it is that there's no real legal system here. People seemed surprised when Cole decided to have that trial, but it makes enough sense. After all, anyone could act strangely and do whatever they want and then claim they were on a loss, even if they weren't. There needs to be some way to hold people accountable for their actions, don't you think? [Not that she...particularly cares about that. She's mostly just bored and more trials would give her something to do. Lilah likes having things to do.]
And for those who aren't guilty, don't they have the right to defend themselves in front of a jury of their peers?
Perhaps I should look into starting my own law office around this place. At the very least, people could use it for divorces from all those Castle-influenced marriages. I'd me more than happy to help the citizens of the castle with these matters.
For a nominal fee, of course.
8 blueprints - Dictated//Filter
Jun. 8th, 2011 09:41 pmteds-up.livejournal.com[Filter: Barney, Dream, Rookie, Gibson, Crowley]
Hey guys. So, now that I'm out of the clinic, I think we should get to something long overdue: having some drinks at the Nines. I did it practically every day with my friends back home. Not saying it needs to be a regular thing, but hey, I'm up for that too. [He wants it to be a regular thing.]
You cool with that, Barney?
[Araidia]
[Arada]
[Arai--]
[Filter: Girl troll with red text]
Hey, it's Ted. During the Insolitus, I mapped out as much as I could. Do you want it?
Hey guys. So, now that I'm out of the clinic, I think we should get to something long overdue: having some drinks at the Nines. I did it practically every day with my friends back home. Not saying it needs to be a regular thing, but hey, I'm up for that too. [He wants it to be a regular thing.]
You cool with that, Barney?
[Arada]
[Arai--]
[Filter: Girl troll with red text]
Hey, it's Ted. During the Insolitus, I mapped out as much as I could. Do you want it?