03 - Friend Fiction

[checkbelowdecks.livejournal.com]

[hi guys. Don't mind this huge wall of text that's slowly being copied into the journal.]

Stomping down the hallway like a girl shaped bundle of sexual frustration, Batara stopped at a certain door and then slammed it open.

“Sulko! I’ve had it up to here with your sexually alluring but ultimately ineffectual angry brooding!” she yelled as the door practically bounced off its hinges. “And,” she continued as her voice dropped to a purr. “I’ve come to fix that.”

“Batara! What is this about?” said Sulko angrily. “I was in the middle of being angry and sexually frustrated!”

( OOCly cut )

016 - Backdated to the 9th - It could be a bit more - [dictated]

[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

[So. She's been...different...since yesterday, she's just been too busy wandering the castle and the city around it looking for that damnable screwdriver of hers. Normally she doesn't misplace it so badly...but then normally she has a pretty fantastic memory wherein 'misplacing' tends to require someone grabbing it and running off with it when she's not looking.

So really, she's had to humor this human body and just look for it. But now she's pretty sure she's looked pretty much everywhere it could actually be without someone actually grabbing it and running off with it.

Which is a little bit embarrassing.]

...Alright, I give, whose got my sonic screwdriver?

[OOC: This would be the ~official~ start of Rose's loss. Long = short, those memories from the Doctor have been pushed a bit further. Still Rose, she's just swiping a different backstory for a week.]

o22 | written; your words keep me alive

[encourage]

What's flying like? For those of you who do.

(open) feeling so strange I'm seeing you clearly now

[encourage]

Who: Haruno Sakura (haruno) & ...?
What: Staring down a horse in the stables. AND THEN?
When: Early-mid July.
Where: Castle stables (or castle grounds or out and on horseback on roads or in forest).
Rating: PG until further notice?

( your beauty's deadlier everyday )

Second Mind Read - Filtered Telepathically

[justcharles.livejournal.com]

[This is telepathically filtered to the X-Men, all unfortunate three of them.]

Please forgive the intrusion, but I've done a small bit of reading in the journal here, and I couldn't help but notice that there may be training starting soon for those with special abilities, like ourselves. For those I haven't met yet, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Charles Xavier, but perhaps not the one you may be familiar with. I come from the year Nineteen Sixty-two, and have only just begun taking on students.

If you'd do me the honor of introducing yourselves, and perhaps telling me a bit more about this training effort, I'd appreciate it.

[Next, he filters to the people who helped him out after he arrived in the castle.]
I'd like to thank all of you for your assistance. To be taken as I was, as I'm sure it was with all of you, was rather jarring.

Unfortunately, it seems as though there's nothing to be done about my legs. The damage to my spinal cord seems to be too extensive for any sort of healing, natural or otherwise, to take place. I'll just have to get used to the chair, it seems.

If there's ever anything I can do for any of you, don't hesitate to ask.

[/Filter]

[Now Charles is just gonna be sitting in his chair out on the roof balcony,  watching the town. Obviously, he doesn't at all mind being bothered, so have at him!]

(no subject)

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[he told himself he was only going to cover one table.

but when it comes to stacking dominoes, Zelman goes at the task with the sort of obsessive compulsion that makes it impossible to stop after just one. he was originally stacking them in little rows and spirals and wiggly lines, over and around furniture, in his room at the castle.

but he's been at it since early this morning, so the domino construction site is now spilling out into the third-floor hallway. it looks like he's constructing a small labyrinth out of the things, at this point. and since the castle gives him an unlimited amount--who knows when he'll finally call it quits?

he's kind of getting close to blocking the hallway, so any character is well within their rights to say something.]

First Sign

[beyondimagining.livejournal.com]

[Will sighs and taps his pencil idly against the journal as he watches the people walking through the lobby and wonders what to write.  This still seemed very strange to him.  What was the meaning of his presence in this place?  Miserably he wished he could speak to Merriman about this.  But he was gone now.  Gone to his rest in the castle behind the north wind along with all the rest of their kind.  Only Will remained, alone as he had never been before.]

Ah, hullo?

These journals really are something marvelous, don't you think? Not like anything I used at home at all. I think I've figured out a bit of how to use them.

Ah, but I've gotten a bit off subject.

I was wondering, is there such a thing as a library around here somewhere? Or is there anyone who knows a bit of the history of the place?

[After writing that Will closes his eyes and casts out his mind in search of like presences.  No others of his kind were here.  But others might answer.]

I am the Signseeker and the Youngest of the Old.  I seek information.  Will anyone answer?

Sure, why not

[lady-maz.livejournal.com]

Who: Lady kid!Marian and Sir kid!Guy
What: Start of Marian's kid loss and... well, continuation of Guy's kid loss
When: Forward dated to Sunday, after the family therapy loss.
Where: Marian's room and Guy's room for now.
Rating: PG (kids behaving badly, having food fights and more fun than is allowed.)

( So now the castle wanted her to be a kid. Sure. )

[Audio + Action]

[cunning-carrier.livejournal.com]

[Alex is currently doing...Well, what broody guys like Alex tend to always do. He's just chilling on the side of one of the towers, his journal anchored to his side as he speaks.]

Since it looks like I'll have to learn to work with some of you, and it's good for us to be candid with each other, I guess I should probably come clean with a lot of things. I've already revealed my circumstances to some of you, and I don't want things to come as a shock later, so I'll try to be as concise as I can.

As I said, I'm Alex. Alex Mercer. At least...That's my host's name. I'll start earlier.

I'm from Earth, year 2010. Alex Mercer was a scientist, working in Manhattan, for a company called Gentek. Biological research and design company. They were watched by a military oversight command, called Blackwatch. Alex Mercer used samples to engineer a new bio-weapon, called Blacklight. An incredibly mutative, infectious retro-virus, with incredible capabilities. It could copy and reorganize living cells into whatever served it best. Uncontrolled, however, the mutations were too severe. Living things would become vicious, malformed monsters, all under the will of whoever spread the infection.

When the project leaked, Blackwatch killed everyone involved. Alex, in an act of revenge, smashed a vial of virus in the center of the city, in his last breath. The virus didn't just spread to other areas, it affected him directly. It absorbed his body, copying and replacing every cell, right down to his genetic memory.

I was the result of that process. In essence, I am Blacklight. Just a virus, that thought it was a man. A monster with Alex Mercer's form and memories. I can't infect anyone else, so it's not communicable. Even if I could, I wouldn't. Ever since my creation, I've been trying to undo my creator's mistakes.

[He sighs, then descends to ground level.]

I'm far from perfect. Alex's sins are my own. I've killed...hundreds of people, maybe thousands, with my own hands. I tore my way through Blackwatch, trying to find out the truth of what I was. Murdered multitudes of soldiers who were only doing their jobs. Consumed the guilty and innocent alike, to fuel my body. In the end, all I had to show for it was guilt and disappointment.

I'll make up for my sins when I go home. While I'm here, I'll do whatever needs doing, however I can. I promise you all that.

Thirteenth Negotiations;

[succubitch]

What is it with men and their inability to realize that some women aren't waiting around to be saved?

It'd almost be amusing if it wasn't so annoying.

[Voice only]

[zero-pawnch.livejournal.com]

[Apparently somebody's done some research on their Death Note journal, as there's no handwriting, simply a deep (and electronically modulated) voice.]

So, I can safely rule out any castle in Britannia or the Euro Universe. And this is clearly no prison, judging by the lack of guards and restraints. How interesting. What is this place, and why was I brought here?

[A brief pause, and then the voice grows fainter, as if the source were moving away from the journal.]

I wonder...is this, perhaps, the result of a 'Geass'?

[And then another pause, followed by the loud 'whap' of a journal being shut quickly.]

35

[sworn]

[Sisters]

I will be making my way to the archery range today. If you do not have any prior obligations, perhaps you would join me? Having spent so many days at sea, it will be nice to spend time in more familiar territory.

I will wait by the front steps in an hour's time should you care to join me.

First Attempt at First Date

[demonologist]

Who: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and Winifred Burkle
What: They try to break the dating jinx
When: Sunday afternoon 07/10
Where: Fred's room, City Royale Miniature Golf Course
Rating PG? Will update

By the time Wes knocked on Fred's door to pick her up for their date, he was mostly over the argument he'd had with Lilah over the journals. He certainly didn't want to allow the frustration and concern he was feeling for her to bleed over into his time with Fred. He'd put a extra care in his appearance, wanting to look good for Fred. It was technically a day date and fairly casual but that didn't mean he couldn't still dress up a bit. It was a special occasion, after all. He was determined to make sure it was a success. The Castle owed it to them to let them have one normal day, surely.

therapy session #001

[loveablecoward.livejournal.com]

[Recording begins.]

First session. Dr. Courage Pink-Bagge speaking. Also in attendance Dr. Colette Brunel, Dr. Marian Fitzwalter of Knighton and Dr. Quorra. Family in need of counseling. Patient names: Allen Walker, Cross Marian, Tyki Mikk, Anthony Crowley, Faye Valentine, Arthur Pendragon, Morgana, Gaignun Kukai Jr., Miria, Teresa and Lavi.

Admitted to Happy Sunshine Acres due to court order. Charged with disorderly conduct. Most show aggressive behaviors. Self-destructive tendencies evident. Some complaints of deviant sexual lifestyles. Difficulty communicating.

Bringing in patients now.


((ooc: wait until sections go up please! done! If I missed any tags, add them in.))

one

[hawked.livejournal.com]

[ the journal, as it always is, flips open to the most inconvenient and pointless thing. in this case, it doesn't pick up words or naughty shenanigans or whatnot.

instead, loud TSEEEEEEEEEER's can be heard shrieking through the pages. the familiar call of the hawk.

that's all that's heard from the journal.

meanwhile, there's a red-tailed hawk flapping through the lobby desperately, circling around and around in attempts to escape. the journal (unbeknownst) is on a couch, open, and every once in a while, the hawk lets out another shrill scream.

who wants to come to talk to a bird? ]

005. [dictated | action]

[formersocialite]

[So the Death Match isn't Vivian's usual scene, but she's there sitting at the bar and downing shots. Her journal is open beside her and she seems to be unaware of it for the time being, concentrating on the glasses in front of her. Vivian gestures to the bartender for more and while she's waiting she takes a look around for a moment.

The bartender sets three more glasses down in front of her and Vivian goes to pick it up. When she does, it slips from her grip, spilling some of the contents over her journal.]

Whoops! That was silly of me.

[She giggles a little before picking up the next glass and downs it in one go.]

((ooc: So, so open! Bother her at the bar or over her journal :3))

Arthas Menethil receives [Soul Shard] x25

[lionbeforelambs.livejournal.com]

( Filtered to Allies of Riful, sans Joshua )

[ooc: hey look, background music]