Thirtieth

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[Filtered away from the first gens, and any who would relay information back to them]

[John's paid attention, at least, and followed Jr's. filtering idea. After all, if you're just going to hand information over to people who want you dead and/or dry of alcohol, well, you're just asking for trouble]

These troubles we've been having with the outsiders makes me glad things don't run here the same as they do in New Austin. There are rival gangs all over the damned territory, and when they have an issue with one another, one heads over to another and they resolve their differences by shooting at each other and taking their women.

Sure, we've had our things plundered, but at least no one's been strung up by their neck and left for the wolves to feed on. [Not that Paradisa has wolves, but shhh don't ruin his point] They're making demands of alcohol? Just give it to them, it ain't like we can't wish for more, and it's better that than asking for our lives.

...'Least all that water's gone now. I hope we don't have another trip to the high seas for a good long while.

The Twenty-First Day

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[Filter: Neku]

Hey, Neku... I know we Pacted because we thought we had to fight a Noise even though it was really Rhyme... but I think we should practice. Like, fighting together and stuff. It's just... it's a thing we should be good at, especially here, right? What do you think?

[/filter]

Does anyone want to fight me? Not, like actually or anything! Not like a serious fight! Just... practice sparring to keep our skills up and stuff, you know?

Pie #4 - Rhubarb

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[Guess who's back in the kitchen baking pies? This guy, that's who. After his relaxing-yet-stressful pirate vacation, Ned had been glad to see land again. However, the crooked way he's cutting the rhubarb would tell anyone he's distracted by something. Well...lot's of things, but there're only one or two he'll talk about.]

There's rhubarb pie in the kitchen for anyone who wants some. It's really good with ice cream.

Also..uhh...I didn't get any answers last time I asked, so I'll ask once more. Does anyone know what's going on at The Pie Hole? I've been wanting to get in touch with whoever's been running it since I got here, but I keep getting distracted

( 012 ) CG: forever a doll.

[peroxicide.livejournal.com]

[ So this day starts off kind of weird! After being pretty badly injured by Zim's exploding machine, Karkat is - against his better judgement, and despite numerous very loud protests - stuck in the clinic. Who knew giant bleeding head wounds were supposed to be bad?! But there he is, just grumping along, when suddenly--

He's not there anymore. Where'd he go?

Nowhere special. Only suddenly appearifying in a much more cuddly format directly above the head of his favourite roleplaying kitty buddy!

Bonk. He bounces off and lands on the floor.

Hi, Nepeta! ]

(ooc: OKAY SO super late, but. Loss start! I am not even gonna attempt to instigate any kind of order here or schedule, so Karkat plushie will just be randomly being moved/given away/stolen from room to room over the next week! Everyone who signed up just post with him whenever you feel like it.

And if anyone else wants to get in on this, feel free! Just drop me a line on AIM first. )

Nepeta: Purrsent your purrsent.

[rogueofheart]

[It's been a while since they returned to Paradisa, but there's been one thing that has nagged Nepeta ever since.

It doesn't matter if she thinks he deserved it or not, but she'd lost her temper with her friend, and that isn't sitting well with her. She knows she needs to do something, after all. So she will. Kind of.

As she approaches the door, she looks down at what she holds in her hands. She very gently sets down the two seashells she'd found during their pirate adventure, leaving them on the floor just in front of his door.

Then, she knocks and quickly scurries away to hide around the corner, peeking out ever so subtly. At least, as subtly as she can.]

012. [dictated]

[foolreversed]

[at first Adachi thought nothing of it. While he hardly approved of nice, young girls being out late at night, it was Colette's life and if she wanted to stay out late for some reason then it wasn't his business staying up late worrying about her. She probably had something she needed to do or whatever. He'd see her in the morning undoubtedly and he could ask then where she was.

Except he didn't see her the next morning, and her bed didn't even look like it'd been slept in. So... she hadn't come home at all? That was far more worrying. Sure, there could be numerous reasons to stay out late, but not coming home at all? Without notice? That seemed out of character to him from how he knew her. Plus, it was kind of awkward... staying in someone's room when that someone wasn't even there...

So he grabs his journal and flips to a new page]


[filtered from people from Inaba and anyone who knows Adachi's secret once again because he's a paranoid wuss]

Um.
B-By any chance, has anyone seen Colette?

[he debates mentioning she didn't come home but it might be awkward publicly announcing to everyone that he's staying in her room... guess he'll just bring it up as it's appropriate to do so...]

Bonding time???

[checkbelowdecks.livejournal.com]

Who: Fenris and Isabela
What: Playing strip Diamondback
When: Sometime in the evening
Where: Let's say Fenris' room.
Rating: ...Isabela's in it, so the rating is automatically bumped up to at least NC-17, just to be on the safe side.

( this might have slightly less nakedness in it if Isabela wore more clothes )

(no subject)

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Shall I... go now...?

[Her voice is shaky and uncertain. She still hadn't filled the programed response yet, and she wasn't sure what to do anymore. All of these people and things, it was a little overwhelming.]

Legend of the Atoning Soul

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[Tashime sits in quiet contemplation, alone on the lower tier of the castle roof, his eyes hard. He is having difficulty achieving the level of inner peace he remembers from his frequent meditations in Rokugan.]

Ancestors. My lords of wisdom. Why can I no longer hear your voices?

[For the first time since his arrival in Paradisa, the magistrate finds himself considering the terrible gravity of his mistake. Tamori Shaiko, a woman whose love he confessed to none save himself, was even now an undead blight upon mankind, and all because of his weakness. Had his followers carried on in his absence, and dispatched of the Grey Woman? How would he ever know?]

Fathers innumerable. Show me what I must do to cleanse this sin I have committed.

[[Open to anyone who would like to share a moment of quietude with this troubled samurai, or interrupt him for something, or whatever.]]

028. Poor Tom

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock is heading back from the woods, through playing lumberjack for the evening. He's got a cigarette in his mouth as per usual, and is either deep in thought or has a mind as blank as a sheet of paper. It's kind of hard to tell with that Dumb Ape expression of his.

As the castle comes into view though, he stops kind of abruptly, pauses for a second, then takes out his journal and dictates into it.]

I just sort of realized that I've been here for a year. Missed the ... anniversary ... if you can call it that. 'cause of the whole seafaring adventure thing.

Is there something that people do to celebrate this bullshit? Or is that a dumb question? The hell would you be celebrating anyway.

13 ♦ reading

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

( private )

╬ sixth bite; all these things that i've done

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

And I thought I was going stir-crazy in the castle. I'm going to make an effort not to need time to myself. A conscious effort. The weather's beautiful today.

So, I'm back around. Actually. Just needed to take a few days off to recharge the batteries. Did I miss anything too important?

( Caroline Forbes )

( Bonnie Bennett )

( Jack Harkness )

( Piper Halliwell )

[ Stefan can be found in the castle's garden, either taking a stroll or possibly on one of the benches just soaking in the sunlight. Feel free to run into him! ]

(no subject)

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

( At Alexstrasza's tree. )

forty-three friends

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[after being called to town by a curious resident some days ago, Legato decided to stick around for a little bit. He's kept mostly to himself, holed up in one of his usual haunts... but today he comes out of hiding.

It's too nice of a day; he's too restless. So, heedless of any reason to do otherwise, he can be found wandering the town today. He'll be all over, visiting districts he doesn't normally bother with. ...You can only observe so much by standing in one spot, after all.

At some point, after a nice lunch, he takes a break to bask on a sunny bench and turn to his journal]

( Joshua Christopher )

((ooc: open for anyone who feels like running into the creeper in town))

013

[powerlusts.livejournal.com]

-- seems like enough for now.

[It had been more than a week since the whole they'd arrived back at the castle. Sasuke had been going about his routine as usual, except now he decides to put a hold on his training and heading back into the castle, walking through the hallways, probably heading towards the kitchen or somewhere. Feel free to run into him, just take your pick of the location]

[ooc; Loss start! ]

Twenty Eighth Sip

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[Maladict is sitting at a table in the kitchen, staring down a glass full of red liquid. On closer inspection, one would find it's a cup of blood. The vampire doesn't seem hungered by it, not is she even touching the cup itself. She's just watching the glass, as if this is some sort of self-enforced test she's given herself. She dictates into the journal, but she's speaking to herself, more than addressing anyone over the book]

Three years today. Well, as close to three years as I'll get with this stupid Earth calendar.

[A sigh]

Back home, I'd get a little sticker or something. Maybe a small stuffed bat with a moronic smiley face. There'd even be one of those crappy little songs on the organ all about sticking it through and sunshine and rainbows and all that.

...Still worth it though.

[[Open as an open thing, journal or kitchen, take your pick]]