~ twenty-ninth fairy tale

[too-fairytale.livejournal.com]

[Amy is currently sitting in the most isolated part of the library she could find. She hasn't had an easy time of it lately and it shows, to those who know how to look for it--she's holding herself a little too stiffly, and her usual vibrancy has dimmed ever-so-slightly. But she's putting on a good show of everything being absolutely normal; it's something she was very good at, in her original timeline when she didn't have any parents.

At the moment, she's leafing through a pregnancy book. If time is supposed to stand still for her while she's in Paradisa, then she ought to be stuck on morning sickness until the castle chooses to send her home again, but--she isn't one hundred percent certain she *won't* be stuck there. And she'd prefer to be prepared, just in case. Hence the reading up on what aches and pains and other side effects associated with each trimester of pregnancy. She's also got a small calendar she's marking notations on for what she ought to be experiencing and when, based on a guesstimate of how far along her real self is, and an open book on the Nestene Consciousness that she can pretend to be reading in case she hears anyone coming]


[ooc: open, obviously]

027;

[imnotjenkins.livejournal.com]

[ Three of them. That's how many townspeople lay at Leroy's feet quite obviously dead.

Maybe he was just too used to things back home--it hard started off as what they had probably thought would be a simple mugging. Tensions between residents and the people in town obviously wasn't the best (especially since the other worlders kept killing them) so he couldn't say he was surprised when two of them had tried to stop him on his way into a bar. They were annoying at best but dealing with them, he'd thought, would at least keep trouble away from other people.

Except it didn't work that way. It was easy to ignore their prodding and jeering; easy to be entirely un-intimidated by them. Even easier to shove one back several feet without much effort. Unfortunately this didn't sit well with the would-be muggers and what should have been a simple "kick their asses" routine changed entirely the moment one of them caught him in the side with a knife.

What followed next was entirely reactive; a face crushed in by his boot, another's arm broken. The last one took a bullet to the chest.

And while Leroy healed from injuries--they didn't.

So as he tries to calm down his demonic aura he stares down at the mess he's caused with a subtle feeling of "....Shit." He needs to leave. ]


[ ooc; OPEN...? Players that can sense demons will be able to tell there was a burst of energy in the Arts District, in a back alley. Anyone else will have been able to hear a single gunshot. Feel free to run into him in the alley itself or trying to make his way from the scene. NOT HARD TO SPOT HIM, ONE SIDE OF HIS BODY IS COVERED IN BLOOD AND THE REST IS ON HIS BOOTS. ]

13th Case - The Note in the Song

[beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com]

[Booth's come to a decision. This place had thrown a lot at him (sacrificing goddesses, kidnapped children, a fake marriage and a lost child), and there was no ignoring it. It all hit too close to home. Was too real. But he'd be damned if he was going to let it stop him.

So, today, he goes for his morning run, stops by the shooting range for a bit of practice, and then throws up some filters. It's time to stop hiding]

( Former employees (visible to anyone who was on the Bones AU loss) )

( Bones, Sweets, and Angela )

( Yuan )

[and, as the day creeps from late afternoon to evening, a drink is exactly what Booth goes looking for. A drink and a good time, which means he can be found in Caritas. And, unfortunately for Lorne (good OR evil), it is inevitable that karoake is eventually involved. To the great misfortune of anyone in the bar, or over the journal, they will be treated to a painfully exuberant rendition of "Hot Blooded." Enjoy that.]

( Video for ear-splitting reference )

[OOC: open everywhere. He can be found at the shooting range, around the castle, in Caritas or over the journal. Have at.]

( 010 ) cg: abscond outta there!

[peroxicide.livejournal.com]

( Karen )

( Trolls+Kids, filtered away from Gamzee )

[ Translation: I am scared shitless with Gamzee here and running like a little bitch! Nobody die.

Which, of course, leaves his room wide open and empty for Irkens to sidle on in and do things... ]

[ .........

fuck fine jegus ]

( Rin )

( ooc: OH BTW. This post is completely open to everyone threadjacking everyone else! Filters may be amended later, but yais. TROLL-KID PILE!! )

(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

[So, the kid finally escaped from his room a few days ago. He's now just chillin' on the roof photosynthesizing in the middle of the afternoon, looking at the scenery through a lens that was supposed to go on his gun. Since he's bored, he'll ask a question]

...What exactly does it mean to be a vampire hunter? Is it to protect people or eliminate a threat?

What does it mean to be one here, in a place where some of the residents are vampires, and starting a fight is more like antagonizing them when they're not doing anything to hurt anyone? What would you call yourself if all you do is go after them when they do hurt someone and choose to co-exist when they don't?

[ooc: Over journal or in person, just don't make him drop that lens over the rail. Or do, it'll be funny.]

12 lasers fired

[butdaaaaad.livejournal.com]

[It was a typical Monday in Paradisa. Gosalyn yawned and stretched, waking up at the crack of... 11:30. She rubbed a hand over her face, rubbing the sleep out her eyes, half noticing that something was off. Crawling out of bed, she padded over to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror she first realized that she didn't need her step stool to see everything... every...thing... Her eyes go wide and she lets loose a shriek like only a 12 year old girl can.]

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

((ooc: Loss Start! Post is open open open))

038 Telephone Shopping

[jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com]

Edward's curious about something. How many people know what a computer or the internet is?

( Hardison )

[Edward is in the lobby. She's sitting on the ouch, computer on the table in front of her, typing away with her toes. Clearly she needs to be bothered]

((ooc: Open as always))

☼ 2nd Sunrise

[eastern-horizon.livejournal.com]

[Locked only to Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Spike (the dragon)]

My faithful subjects,

( Read more... )

╬ third bite; dictated

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

Does anybody know how wishing really works here? I can't completely trust it. Like I said to someone, he owns a nightclub, before - it's like living life with an easy button. That doesn't come without a price. It's like waiting for the other shoe to drop.

What do you all think about wishing? Do you wish daily? Once a week? Never? Is it safe?

I also might want a job. It's been a while since I've worked but keeping my mind busy would be good.

[Also his hands. And fangs. He pauses, counting back to when he last had a blood bag. He's fine. He just needs to preoccupy himself.]

There's a bar in this castle, isn't there?


( Damon )

( Piper )

( Rose )

[For a bit, Stefan can be found at Death Match, knocking a few back but it's not really his style. A little later, he'll be enjoying The Lux. He's seated at the bar. Bother away, at either bar. Or, in the hallway on the way. Stefan's going to get progressively more drunk.]

003. [action]

[formersocialite]

[Vivian's in the kitchen, making a snack for herself after waking up in the middle of the night to discover that she felt quite hungry. She could have just as easily asked for the castle to give her something but making it herself would be more of an accomplishment in Vivian's opinion.

So, you'll find her there, looking in the various cupboards and hunting through the fridge to see what's on offer. There's already a cup of tea sitting nearby on the counter next to her journal but Vivian prefers to leave it to cool before drinking it. A habit that she always had ever since she was young. She's probably making quite a racket too, so anyone who is asleep right now or wandering past may hear her.

She's also dressed in her nightwear and her hair's a little messy.]

((ooc: So open!))

[Action]

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

[It's close to the full moon period, and Akira's body has adjusted accordingly. Something he found out when he accidentally changed in his sleep. This resulted in yet another bed having to be replaced by the phantoms. He's having some trouble with his transformation, today, so he's trying to just "walk it off".]

Come on, damn it. Wear off, already...

[OOC: His walking is going to take him all over the castle, the surrounding courtyard, and into he town. Feel free to run into him anywhere.]

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Backdated to during or shortly after this ]

( Peace Patrol Members )

( Read more... )

[OOC: Members of the PP are free to respond to either discuss what to do, ask questions or go see the crime scene! For a description of what they would see, it should be on Leroy's post :) Mostly...three very dead muggers. ]

forty-one questions

[endthem.livejournal.com]

I hope everyone is alright after that bit of chaos in the town, last week. I haven't heard as much over the journal about the end results as I had expected to, so I am left with my concern.

[he opens his mouth to continue, but thinks better of it, and ultimately leaves it at that. And then he waits to see if any reply, setting up a few filters in the meantime while strolling purposefully through town]

( Jilly )

( Father Nightroad )

( Harvey )

[and then he arrives at his destination-- Zelman Clock's mansion. He'd waited until that death-child's presence had flitted off elsewhere, and now stands thoughtfully at the bottom of the steps. Gazing up toward the front door but reaching farther, up through the floors and rooms and corridors until he finds a presence that he hasn't touched in quite some time.

You have a visitor, Zelman.]

Three can keep a secret...

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

Who: River, Rory, and Amy (with a surprise appearance by the Doctor)
What: Amy is going to get a checkup
Where: The TARDIS
When: 6/13
Rating: PG-13 at the most

(  if two are dead.... )

zuerst;

[purestlily.livejournal.com]

 [ The eve is quiet, save for the faint hum of a melody drifting from the rooftops. Perched on a stony ledge is a young girl, looking out towards the starry sky with far away eyes. In her hands, clutched carefully, is a worn box, from which the soft, sad song chimes. She seems unaware of where she is, but neither does she seem to care, speaking to someone invisible. Her journal rests somewhere nearby, untouched as it catches her words. ]

So this is how it ends, huh? No reprieve, no rest, but exile instead?

[ With a bitter laugh, the girl quirks a humorless smile. ]

I suppose it's a fitting end. Death would be too kind. Too easy, after all I've done.

[ She takes in the scent of this unfamiliar world. Humans are present, but also other creatures, ones she can't identify. Her stance, then, is decidedly neutral; she won't purge this place, not now. Not until she's seen what the residents are capable of. The monster is subdued, asleep within her heart. Memories of her past life are fuzzy; all she recalls is that she had been marching to her death before coming here. And the thought is still tempting, to simply push herself over the boundary and fall to a bloody demise. Little does she know, it would do her no good.

 

Shutting her eyes, she lets the familiar tune soothe her soul, waiting for something or someone she can't quite remember. ]

 (( And after much delay, here's Lucy, everyone! Don't worry, she won't bite. Feel free to hear the music box, or just come up for some stargazing. Or, y'know, trolling. Anything's good with me. Open over the journals or in person. Edit: Forgot to mention, but Lucy has a very evident pair of ivory horns on her head. Feel free to notice them and comment on this! ))

One Dead Petty Officer

[bitenotbark.livejournal.com]

[Ziva was not sure how to feel after that rollercoaster of a day, forced to explain about the mission that had led to her capture in Somalia. It had stirred up emotions that were better left under the surface where they could not interfere with anyone, and yet it had also given her an opportunity where she had been unsure one would be available before.

A probationary agent of NCIS officially, starting in that role on Monday. No more ties to Mossad, no more split allegiance, just Gibbs and his team.

Perhaps it was the increased emotion boiling just under the surface, or anticipation for Monday's new challenges, but Ziva was driving even faster than usual. Recklessly swerving around other cars that were going too slow for her standards and ignoring road signs as guidelines instead of instructions. She wasn't worried, she knew she was an excellent driver.

That was until the castle suddenly sprung up out of nowhere in her line of sight and a journal appeared on the front seat just in time to record the...]

CRASH!!!

[Outside the main doors is a red Mini Cooper, crashed into the wall and completely totalled. In the driver's seat, face-first in the airbag is a fresh new resident.]

[Open in person or over the journals! The crash is mod approved, and the totalled car will have vanished by tomorrow morning]

♐ [Journal Entry][Dictated]

[equestrian-envy.livejournal.com]

[In a rather... young feminine voice, a question is asked over the journals. it has a slight familiar ring to it in how it speaks, regal, and to the point. But, wrong.]

D --> I have a rather perple%ing situation, though it ma% sense not to ni% something like this off what this castle can do
D --> But, in that, I shall merely pose a rather h001ie question
D --> Is it common for a loss to result in the change of one's se%?

[There's a pause as the person seems to wade through some metallic like objects and then a sudden exclamation of pain.]

[Another pause.]

D --> Oh...
D --> no
D --> this can't
be happening

[The female seems to become extremely distraught after finding something new out. Even having dropped her strange typing quirk.]

[OOC: Equius loss finally, in contrast to his 'big strong man' persona, he is now a 'weak little girl'. The girl part was okay, the weak part is... where it's not so gooood. Feel free to make fun of him or try and calm him down.]

035 ♕ written

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to those planning to go on the trip to Lente's Point]

 

Alright, the expedition is pulling out here soon, which means it'd be good to get a final head count, and figure out how much we have to bring in terms of supplies.

 

Remember, once you get out there, you can't wish things up, and there's not a ton in the way of food to track down, so we need to be prepared.  Powers don't work out in the Dead Zone, so we're going to need to bring medical supplies in case of the worst.  Trust me, it's not fun making a sling out of your own clothing.

 

Other things you might want to pack:  (but make sure you're not overloading yourself and slowing us all down):

 

Rope

Cameras - if we bring along those necklaces from Flora, it should power small ones

Any scientific devices for recording information that won't be too bulky

Lighters or... flint and tinder if you're old school

Binoculars

Clothes, blankets, but try to keep this stuff light.  It's warm out, anyways.

If you're bringing weapons, make sure they're ones that are gonna work out there.  And remember - this is an exploration for info, not a raiding party

Canteens

Whistles in case we get separated 
Fish/snare lines

Needle/thread
 

Any explorers out there with other suggestions?

deux ° [written; in person]

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

[Violet is sitting in the middle of the lobby on the floor with a microwave and several books open. Her trip to the library was successful. She's sitting with her legs spread out and her dress splayed over her. Her hair is in a makeshift sort of ponytail, though she's occasionally pushing the bangs out of her eyes. It really is annoying.

Every now and then she makes a noise indicating this is all very fascinating. Don't ask where she got the microwave, she's just taking it a part and will put it back together in the same shape and form she left it in.]

---

[Some time later, she decides to pull out her journal.]

So I've started to get used to this place and I've found myself with a lack of stuff to actually do. This is a new phenomena to me, and as such, I'd rather not be lazy. Some people have indicated to me that there are jobs out there. I know I may be young, but I'm very good when it comes to mechanics or engineering. I've been inventing since I was little, though it seems most of things may be a little outdated. However, I'm completely willing to learn.

If anyone needs something fixed or if there's a shop out there that could use my services, I'm completely willing to offer them.

Thanks for your time.

ooc: Completely open. Respond to her request or come bother her about dismantling a microwave. Thanks to [Bad username or site: waterproofed title= @ livejournal.com]'s mun for the idea of Violet and a microwave.

new friends and new places to see (backdated to morning)

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[Filtered Away From First Generation]

Good morning, everyone - Fifth Doctor, here. I trust you're all having a pleasant morning...?

I hear a good number of us are setting out on Felix Harrowgate's expedition to Lente's Point, this week, and while I've volunteered my TARDIS to bring us out to the Dead Zone, I'm afraid I'll need a few volunteers for preparation. In the past, I've taken stable animals in the TARDIS as well, so that we have alternate transportation for those who either cannot or prefer not to travel on foot - and so that we can bring supply carts with us, as well. I've got those stables and carts reconfigured - they're moving into place off the console room as I speak. Thank you, old girl, always such a help.

What I need are a few able-bodied individuals with decent animal husbandry skills to meet me down near the stables so that I can move the animals into the TARDIS and get them settled down for the trip. Also, if you have an animal of your own that you're planning on brinning, a pet or a mount that will need accomodations, please let me know here, and I'll be certain they'll be provided for.

Thank you for your time - and I'll see you all at the departure!

[there is now a separate thread here for those who wish to help with the livestock in person! have at! threadjack at will.]

92.7 - here to waste my time and yours

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[after the customary few bars of "Everybody Knows", Mark kills the record, fills his lungs, and pipes up over the journals:]

Well! The gang's all here, I guess. You know how we barely had any new faces around, as of last week? I guess I spoke too soon. If you guys haven't said hi to Daine, Toothless, two nutcases that go by Purple and Red, Gamzee ... again ... Honlon, Hiccup, Homura, Godric, Violet, Edogawa, Ziva, or Magato, yet? Get to it! There's fresh meat waiting to get corrupted, out there! Haze 'em, bring 'em up to speed, show 'em how to wish for shit, who cares? Just get out there! And tell 'em Hard Harry sent'cha!

[he spins around in his chair, then crumples up an empty soda can and tosses it into the trash] WOO. So, the whole mess with the vampires is finally over. You can stop loading up on scampi and carrying around tanning lights and tent stakes. In case, you know. You didn't get the notice. If you're looking for some good stuff in the wake of all that shit, there's a girl wandering around singing for no reason. And she's pretty good. ... And if that's not enough, we got plenty of other people acting weird for some reason.

Also, the Hard Harry Wank of the Week Award goes to Panty and Stocking, for having - somehow - even louder, nastier mouths than yours truly. Hats off to you, ladies. The ghosts will be delivering your door prizes sometime today. [and indeed they will: two gift boxes filled with an assortment of sex toys and eye-candy mags full of male models ... the sort of stuff he used to send Sister]

But most importantly? And I mean, seriously important, since ... you guys don't even get a rant this week. This week, I am all about being the grapevine. It is me. [yes, he's been talking to Dave and the trolls too much, what.] There is A Thing going down. If you can see the filter, you know what it is, and when it's starting ... it's on page (blah-beddy blah) if you need another look. Filter to me if you want to be one of the people keepin' us all in the loop while you're out there, and I'll keep track of it all, just like I do everything else around here.

Oh, and ... whoever's blowing shit up? Knock it off, yeah?


( Lois Lane )

[and now that he's done that]

( Ino )

[that... was an awful lot for a kid to get up to in one Monday night, information-wise. he'll put on some chill music for the masses... and rap along in places, bouncing off his furniture, beating his pillows up with a golf club, taking Cohen the lizard out of his terrarium and dancing with him ... it's nervous energy, and he's trying to work it all off while he's waiting for replies to his filters. AS ALWAYS, THIS POST IS WIDE OPEN.]

Second Deduction; Written

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Early in the afternoon a carefully penciled entry appears in the journals.  Conan has had enough of interrogating random people and getting useless answers.  Surely someone in this castle had to be rational.]

Are there any detectives here?  I would like to talk to you.  If you have time.

And if anyone here has a logical explanation for this castle I would like to hear it.  Blaming everything on a ridiculous trick like magic is worse than no explanation at all.  

[Later he can be found seated in the lobby and watching people as he scribbles down observations in his notebook.]

007 » Jade: Make a mess.

[frogs]

you know it is still sooooo weird to share living space with so many people
i went from an island all by myself to a castle full of hundreds of people!!!!
it is pretty weird i have to be honest about that
but not in a bad way or anything
just... weird!!

also dont go in the kitchen
i kind of had an accident...... :(
it is a huge mess now and i have to clean it all up
sorry!!!
jeeeeeez i am usually a pretty good cook too
maybe the castle is playing tricks on me

[For anyone who is in the kitchen or has the misfortune of wandering into it, Jade is in the process of cleaning up what appears to be cake batter.

Cake batter that's everywhere. Kind of like the goo from Portal 2 except less likely to make you bounce around. ... Maybe.]

[020] Plans

[derpish.livejournal.com]

( Abel )

oo1 ☣

[slaughterys.livejournal.com]

[for anyone with their journal open there’s a whistle, low and loud and lewd, dripping rich with ‘nice legs…’]

Nice gig you got going here. Not too shabby. Nice carpets, [a moment’s break, just long enough for inspection and a happy hum] nice curtains. Looks like you got it made, yeah? Silver platter notwithstanding, easy on the ice and don’t forget the umbrella.

Not bad.

[for a while it’s just footsteps, bu-bumph bu-bumph bu-bumph, but pretty soon he pipes up again]

So, how long we got? A day, a week? A couple weeks? Or are we staking it out for the long haul? Well, seems we’re sitting pretty either way, ‘less there’re any lazy queens or bloodthirsty kings you’ve been keeping under wraps. The place’s plenty fit for a few rowdy princes, though, that’s for sure.

Oh! Sorry, guess I left my manners back in the van. It’s nice to meet you, happy campers. Name’s Magato, and I’ll be your wet behind the ears for the next couple days or until someone else turns up to pick up the slack. Pleasure’s all mine.

Sleepless in Paradisa [action]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Ashura knew he should be sleeping, but he found himself worrying over the impending trip to the Dead Zone the next morning. It was coming so soon after that business with the vampires and who knew what really lay out there where they planned to go. Not to mention he had something he could not afford to loose now...

Well, it was certainly enough to make him want to make sure everything was set and ready for every occurrence.

It found him sitting in the kitchen, a bucket of ice cream in front of him (Double Dutch Chocolate with Mint Chips), pouring over a list in his journal with a fine feathered quill, marking things off for the hundredth time and a stack of food items meant for camping and enough to feed two for a week strewn about him.]

Yes, yes... hmm, that will last... I put that in....

[ooc: Ashura is doing last minute packing for the trip to the Dead Zone being organized by Felix, so anyone going is free to poke or late night snackers coming to the kitchens can get in on it too.]