- thirty-sixth year waiting -

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[here is Rory Williams, in a much better mood now that he's no longer on a pirate ship and his and Amy's room has been straightened up. He's on his way to the clinic from the library--he doesn't officially work in the clinic but he'd heard a mess got made of it too, so he's going to see if there's still any work left to be done cleaning it up. He'll know where to put things, and he's not worried about injuring himself on broken glass or equipment.

He's halfway across the front lobby of the castle when he stops suddenly, wincing and putting a hand to his head like he's got a sudden severe headache. Which is strange, because he can't get headaches anymore. Not real ones, anyway]

Ow ... blimey. That's not--

[but he never finishes his sentence. Before he can, his eyes roll back in his head and he collapses right in the middle of the lobby, out cold. Anyone who happens to finds him would be forgiven for thinking he's dropped dead--he's got no pulse and he isn't breathing, and won't respond to any attempts at resuscitation. Not for a week, anyway. The castle's just sent him on a trip back home]

((AS WIDE OPEN AS WIDE CAN BE, FAIL THOUGH IT IS. Rory's getting canon-bumped and this is his see-ya-in-a-week post. Mod approved!))

12 blueprints - Dictated

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

I can't sleep. Why can't I sleep?

And why is my bed so uncomfortable all of a sudden?

attempt number twenty-six ♓ (written/action)

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

For everyone that knew him, Akihiko's gone home.

[ It's all she really needs to say. She's sitting it out on the floor of the room that used to be his with Koromaru. For the most part, she's cleaned up his things and put what's keep-able into a shoebox. The rabbit's foot from the lost room is among the items, of course.

Koromaru is the hard part, though. He's being kind of mopey, he seems to have figured out that Akihiko's gone, and Claire's not really sure what she can do about that. After all, he's not hers to keep -- she should reach out to Minato on the journal, and she knows it, but she's not the best at reaching out to people. Not even a little good at it. With any luck, he'll just hear the announcement and know. ]

Three redheads walk into a magic shop

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

Who: lord_wizard , justgonnaramble , & its_worthdoing
What: Felix comes into work with a whole new look.
When: Monday, July 3rd
Where: The Magick Box II, in town
Rating: PG-13?

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☙ｌ ｅ ｖ ｅ ｌ ＦＯＵＲ [filter/dictated]

[crymoore.livejournal.com]

( Filter: Arthas )

( Filter: Alleyne )

[ ☙DICTATED❧ ]

Does this castle punish those who seek too much information at once? Shortly after my return from an expedition, I was polymorphed into a ... [ There's hesitation, because this is strange for her to say despite being adept in the realm of arcane magic] ... parrot. While the experience was one of enlightenment, it is one I do not wish to repeat any time soon, if ever.

[001] red geraniums in bloom;

[openfuture.livejournal.com]

[there's a woman sitting on a bench in the gardens, humming a song and drinking in the sights and smells of so many flowers and plants in full bloom. it's beautiful... so close to the Eden she had told Vash and Knives they'd build so many times before.

it makes her realize just how attached she'd gotten, that all her thoughts while she adjusts to this world end up going back to the boys. 'they would've loved this,' or... 'the look on their faces if they were here!' but they were somewhere else -- somewhere far away, and their destinies awaited. Rem had done all she could for them.

after a little introspection, she decides it's finally time to pipe up. she's seen other residents of this castle use the journal... and if she'll be really living here, then she'll make the best of it.

she knows the importance of not squandering second chances.]

It's not everyday you wake up in a strange 'magic' castle filled with strangers on a foreign planet, is it?

[she sounds amused and cheerful.]

I feel like I'm dreaming! Dreaming something magnificent and surreal... but my eyes are wide open, aren't they?

You must have all felt like this, once. Does the feeling of wonder fade? I can't imagine it! [little laugh... and she'll keep the journal open if anyone would like to talk. (she really hopes she did this right and isn't talking to herself. that would be a little embarrassing, wouldn't it? at least the flowers won't tell.)]

[ooc: open post! feel free to hit Rem up in the gardens in person or over the journal. <3]

I just listen to the wind. It said 59? Nail 'im.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[The damage to her room has been cleared. The ruined painting was slowly being replaced, a half-finished canvas started in her church-studio. And her friends, it seemed, had all made it back more or less intact from their latest fiasco.

Part of her was happy.

Another part was just tired. With Bruce gone, there was no way to reearn his trust. Karen was gone, so there was no one calling her out for her failure to communicate about Legato earlier. And the Doctor was unconscious, another castle-caused disruption that left things...quiet. And unfinished.

There were a lot of things that were unfinished.

She's in a wandering mood today and, after her art class finishes, she finds herself sitting at the fountain in town, sketchbook open as she watches people wandering past...but she's not drawing much today. Instead, she addresses the journal]

It's not just the things that happen here that we forget. It's back home. I've been here a year and a half... A little over, actually... and I'm not even sure when the last time was that I really talked about Newford. Or my friends there. It's like it's becoming fully separate from who I am here and...I don't want that. Not at all.

I want to remember Christy's stories and the Professor's long lectures and Wendy's poetry and Sophie's horrible luck with technology. I want to remember them. Just like I want to remember here.

[a small pause] How about any of you? If you've got stories about home...I'd like to hear them. If anyone else is in the mood to share.

[OOC: Open over the journals or in person. She's not in a bad mood. Just...a thoughtful one.]

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

You know what this place needs, aside from an education system and an army of therapists?

Sports.

In the real world, people live vicariously through crap like wrestling. Sure, it's rigged, but even I can appreciate the stupid need some people have for theatrics. It's all pretty much based on giving idiots a predictable situation where the "good" guy wins after some hilariously cheesy struggle, but if wrestling has lasted for years and years, obviously someone is buying it.

Then again, we'd probably end up with people "accidentally" snapping their opponent's neck.

thirty-second labyrinth

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

[A person wouldn't have to press particularly hard for Felix to admit he suffered from a rather large case of vanity.

Of course, no one had ever said that vanity was undeserved. Being turned into a woman certainly hadn't inhibited that. In fact, depending on your point of view, it might have even been an improvement.

Yes, there might have been an initial meltdown, but Felix was doing his best to embrace this until he went back to normal. Which meant engaging in a little therapeutic shopping.

He sits at an outside table of a cafe in town, shopping bags crowded at his feet as he sipped at some tea. He tapped thoughtfully on the table and pulled out his journal and, after a moment, a pen]
( Dextera - written )

[That done, he rises from the table, smooths out his dress, and continues on his way. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to pick up Ashura a few things as well...]

((Completely open for bumping into in town!))

─ one hundred & twenty-one

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( halloween & lancelot | private )

( private )

( filtered to any first gen who isn’t actually evil/hostile/out to murder the current residents )

( zelman )

[ she’d been walking aimlessly around the castle after having lunch in the kitchen. as delicious as the bowl of odin was, it only temporarily lifted her spirits. the knowledge more of her friends had left without her noticing until recently weighed heavy in her heart. how many people did that make now? these weren’t just acquaintances; they were people she had grown attached to and would have done anything to better their lives. she knows it’s to be expected, it was just how it was in paradisa. she didn’t have to like it.

finally, she settles down outside in the courtyard, under the same tree she discovered the robins in. she pulls her legs up and close, resting her head against her knees, thinking. she wants to ask how her friends are doing, but a part of her fears she won’t hear from someone and it’ll turn out they also were sent back.

but there’s still one thing left to do. pulling her journal out: ]

Halloween and Lancelot were sent back home. I guess at the same time... [ a beat. ] I’m sorry.

[ added in forever after this. ]

( jason )

Four Dead Petty Officers

[bitenotbark.livejournal.com]

[Ziva has been resting as much as she can after getting injured during the rescue, and when she is out and about she still has a slight limp. But she refuses to let the trail go cold, and so she has been stalking Brock Samson and attempting to piece together who the traitor must have been.

It's while taking a break and thinking, sitting on the couch in the lobby, she finally opens her journal to dictate a few things. She is not good at thanks, or scenes of emotion, and so her voice is clipped and a little dispassionate.]

[Filter: Those who helped heal her]

Thank you. Your assistance was... appreciated.

[Filter: Anyone who was loyal on the Typhoon and would not tip off the traitor]

There was somebody aboard out ship who betrayed us; they will have been someone who is familiar enough with Brock Samson to earn his protection, and who felt resentment or hatred for our crew in some way. Someone must have seen something, any leads are appreciated.

[Filter edited in later: Navy]

The crew of the Typhoon were betrayed to you, who was the traitor?

[ooc: Open for the lobby and over the journal.]

93.3 - spirit in the sky

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[Peace Patrol, Particularly Lois If She's Not Busy]

Has anyone had any luck contacting either Flora or that Lente woman? And do we have a finalized report on what people found out at the Point, yet?


[Filtered Away From The First Generation And Their Lame-Ass Allies]

[there's a little shuffling, then the click and whirr of a CD player, instead of the usual scratch of vinyl. Leonard Cohen's still going on about what Everybody Knows, just the same, and soon enough, the volume goes down and Mark starts talking over the music]

H'okaaaaay, ten PM, time for the Happy Harry Hard-On show, kids. Today's show is brought to you by our fresh new faces: Anri, Nozdormu, Charles, Khisanth, Hermione, Ryotaro, James, Meowth, Bonnie, and Rem.

In THIS WEEK'S NEWS! Blah, blah, pirates, jailbreak, blah. Falling off the end of the fucking earth, blah. Long-ass trek back to find out our stuff's been trashed? BLAH. My girlfriend moving out to town? Blah.

[each 'blah' is being punctuated by the sound of something being tossed into a trash bag]

I'm cleaning the music room, tonight, if anyone feels like keeping me company. We'll call it an open-studio broadcast. For those of you looking for a recap of what everyone's been up to, other than cleaning up their shit? Well, someone out there's apparently willing to give stripper lessons. For those looking for less risque education, they're starting to train people with superpowers in the Danger Room, and if anyone feels like pourin' their hearts out, Phoebe's starting up an advice column.

And for those of you who think I didn't catch anything relevant? Guess again, naysayers. In case you didn't hear, Clark's wonder-dog managed to tear a piece of armor off one of those First-Gen mothers. Which brings me to this week's subject: does anyone know exactly what the fuck we did to piss these assholes off this bad? I mean ... it can't just be that we're HERE and they're not. From what I hear, they're the ones who left the castle in the first place! [the rant is in full gear now, and he starts getting louder and louder as he paces circles around the piano, gesturing] Why should they be holding out such a hate hard-on just because it's got other people living in it, now? If that bunch of deluded five-year-olds with bad graffiti skills wants back in? I say BRING IT -- [he drops the trash bag with a loud crash] -- we'll swap places! They can just hand over their fucking magic Energizer batteries and their big hope chest full of mysterious secrets and we'll call it even! But they can't even man the fuck up, give us a straight answer for once about what crawled up their collective asses and not only died, but all of a sudden started walking their corpses around like Geppetto's One-Night-Only Special From Hell...

[he has no place to go with this. there's no answer. no solution he can think of, not even a possible suggestion. and with that realization, he loses what's left of his steam in a vehement kick at the garbage bag]

GOD!

[and just like that ... there is someone else in the room ...] Yes?

[after being that wound up and strung out? Mark's surprisingly still got enough wind left in him to scream]

Batgirl and Robin in :'(

[batfail.livejournal.com]

Who: Stephanie and Damian
What: Sadness :(
When: Tonight!
Where: Steph's room
Rating: PG? :|

( cause you had a bat day... okay, let's not do bat-lyrics )