- thirty-seventh year waiting -

[nurse-boy.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

[alone on a bed in the medbay on Eleven's TARDIS, Rory Williams wakes up from a week-long sleep. He feels extremely disoriented and doesn't really remember collapsing in the castle lobby--there's so many new memories to process this time around, two thousand years' worth and then some--and he's got a pounding headache. But both of these are minor concerns when, upon regaining consciousness, the first thing he realizes is that he has a heartbeat. A pulse. And he's breathing. Not because he can, but because he has to. Which can only mean one thing:

He's gone home. And he's come back human again.

The realization hits him like a sucker punch to the chest and he makes to bolt upright into a sit, grabbing frantically at his right hand to check for the hinge--except his head throbs like it's been hit with a sledgehammer and a wave of nausea crashes over him. He sinks back onto his bed with a groan, squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing in pain. Okay, maybe the headache's not such a minor concern after all.

Swallowing to wet his dry throat, he croaks out:]

Amy? ... Doctor? Wha ...?

((open like an open thing! Rory's back from a trip home and has been canon-bumped up through Series 6, Episode 7: A Good Man Goes To War. He's no longer an Auton (buh-bye plasticness and handy gun in his hand!) and brings with him a metric fuckton of new emotional baggage courtesy of the Doctor and River Song))

First wish made

[kungfuwitch.livejournal.com]

[It's a lovely Tuesday morning, isn't it? Phoebe slowly wakes up, stretching and yawning. She sits up, shoving a couple of pillows out of the way as she..... wait..... pillows? Where the hell did all these pillows come from? She looks around her room. Which is suddenly round... and red...]

Alright. When did I fall into the Arabian Nii-iiiioooohh no.

[Her eyes get wide as she realizes that this place looks painfully familiar. She catches a glimpse of blue fabric and... BLOND HAIR out of the corner of her eye.]

No. Nooo no no no no no not this again!

[Looking up at the opening at the top of the bottle she cups her hands around her mouth and shouts]

HELLOOO-OOOOO?! IS ANYONE OUT THERE?!

((ooc: LOSS START! Open over the journal or in Homura's room. And there's still room if anyone else wants a genie for a day!))

the karnival kid [7]

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

[Today, sitting comfortably outside, Minnie has a small conundrum. One way or another, her long tail has gotten tied up in knots. She's doing the best she can, but somehow winds up making it worse. Where are her servants to help her when she needs them? She sighs, and opens the journal up.]

Excuse me, but does anyone know a good way of getting rid of knots?

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

( [Peace Patrol Headquarters] )

((ooc: Tag in as the categories go up! Also, I am going to be slow at tagging while I fight this cold, but I will get to everything, I promise!))

(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

[Outside, he's sitting around the stage, looking it over. He pulls out his journal, and hesitates]

[Filtered against people who would use gathering dates to their advantage against the residents]

[written neatly]

Since there's just a little bit more left to do, I was hoping if anyone else in wanted to help with rebuilding the outdoor stage. The main structure has been fixed, but there's still some finishing touches left.

It would be nice to do it as a group, so what day is good for you? [a thoughtful pause goes here] For those of you who are interested.

[ 53 ]

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

[something about adventuring around on a pirate ship makes you a little restless once you're home, you know? It's summertime, the weather is gorgeous, and there is just something about sailing out on the open ocean that Billy already kind of misses.

So... what else would he do about this but build a seriously awesome high-tech hammock? It was really the only logical thing to do.

Dragging what looks like a person-sized folded-up scaffolding with some fabric bundled up in it out to the lawn, he finds a nice place and presses a button on a remote hooked to his belt. The contraption gets to work unfolding and setting itself up, while he busies himself with the journal]

There's just something about summer, you know? It makes you just want to be outside, enjoy the heat and the light, and-- [pressing another button, a shade opens and casts a shadow on the hammock] --and the wildlife-- [another button, a mosquito repellant panel opens] --and you just want to... I dunno... work. [and then, hammock complete, he flops carefully into it]

You just gotta enjoy getting your hands dirty sometimes. [then, the journal catches the whisper-quiet buzz of the motor that mechanically rocks the hammock... though, after a few moments, it sounds as though it's beginning to pick up speed a little]

therapy session #002

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

[this report is recorded in loopy handwriting]

This is the second session, conducted by Dr. Courage Pink-Bagge, Dr. Colette Brunel, Dr. Marian Fitzwalter of Knighton and Dr. Quorr. We have also been joined by Dr. Lance Sweets, who has added incredibly insight to the members of this family.

The first session was helpful in some ways, but most members are still very defensive. With any luck, we will be able to continue to gain their trust and help them talk to each other. Today we will approach them with various exercises to accomplish team building, and expressing their emotions through other mediums.

Patients are still as follows: Allen Walker, Cross Marian, Tyki Mikk, Anthony Crowley, Faye Valentine, Arthur Pendragon, Morgana, Gaignun Kukai Jr., Miria, Teresa and Lavi.


[ooc: putting up the sectionssssssss]

0003 dictated;

[aimhighwhynot.livejournal.com]

[Cyborg is sitting on a sidewalk curb near the entrance to the castle, her journal open. At her side is a baseball and a bat.

Well, a nail bat.]

I am twenty-percent Japanese.

And I have heard the Japanese love baseball.

[She pauses.]

But what is "baseball"?

Thirty-four

[colorlesschild.livejournal.com]

[With the church put back together, Sora can relax a little bit. He even swept the floors and polished the candlesticks! After all, now he was never sure if God would drop in. It wouldn't do to have the house of God untidy. Now he can take a moment to relax and bundle himself in one of the altar chairs with his journal and pen, swinging his feet over the arm.]

At least everything is clean again!

[His fidgeting is practically audible.]

Can we play a game? I heard it, once. When I was younger. It's a word game. And there are so many lovely words. You say a word that starts with the last letter of the word before it.

Um.

Pineapple.

009 » Jade: Try not to cough up hairballs.

[frogs]

[ There is a tiny black and white kitty in the lobby. It has a very familiar pair of glasses and bright green eyes. Poor thing looks pretty scared.

So scared, in fact, that she is trying to hide underneath things. ]

034 years late

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[Filtered away from First Gens etc etc and so on and so forth. Also filtered away from anyone who may have a desire/inclination to harm children.]

Right! I've mentioned this before, and was going to bring it up again but things got a bit complicated. Shortly after we returned home from our little cruise I was, shall we say, sent home for a bit? I'm fine, of course, I just have a few new memories rattling around.

But! Now it's time to work. I mentioned some time ago the plan to resurrect something called Code Blair. I've been working on it since, but now it's time to put it into action.

For those of you who may be new to the castle: Code Blair is a plan to protect the children in the castle should something occur. The idea is to have volunteers from every floor who are charged with knowing what children are on their floor and with keeping track of and assisting those children in the case of danger. For example, York and Delta maintain a list of all the children on their floor. The castle changes and we're suddenly in danger of being overrun by, oh I don't know, vicious plants or some such nonsense. York and Delta seek out all the children on their list and make sure they get to the TARDIS, or some other safe location, unharmed.

The other purpose of the project is to maintain a list of all the children in the castle. Some months ago there was a creature kidnapping children. There was one child who was taken whose name I did not know until we rescued her. The only reason I knew there was another child missing was her cries were heard over the journal, but they were answered by no one. No one knew she was missing. That should never happen. Even if they haven't been at the castle very long, there is no reason their cries should go unheard, unrecognized. None.

I know a number of you volunteered the last time I brought this up. Please, sign up and tell me which floor you'd like. I know there are more than enough of us to cover all of them. I believe one for each floor and one for each tower as a minimum should ensure we're better prepared to watch over the children, here.

[That being said, he's heading down to talk to the one person who'd definitely signed up for a floor. He heads down to his door and has his hand up to knock... when he sees that his nameplate's gone. He sighs and pulls out his journal once again]

Anyone who knew him... Darkwing Duck has gone home.


[Written in later]

Second Floor - Sakura
Fourth Floor - Charles Xavier
Eighth Floor - Himura Kenshin
Ninth Floor - Jack Harkness
Tenth Floor - Rose Tyler
Thirteenth Floor - Kitty
Fourteenth Floor - Alan Bradley
Ortus Tower - Kitty
Ira Tower - Alan Bradley
Impetus Tower - Alleyne

((ooc: Backdated to earlier today... before the Peace Patrol meeting herp derp.))

93.5 - we'll be back after this break

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[ten o'clock.... ish. no Leonard Cohen. no ranting. no swearing. just ... a groan in the general vicinity of the journal]

Hey, I need some more water. And like. NyQuil. Is there even such a thing as NyQuil here? Nggggh.

[hack. cough. gag. ... groan]

Okay, people. I'm clearly going to be the shittiest DJ ever, tonight, so. Discuss amongst yourselves: what's worse than a summer cold?

A Day in Spike's Life

[bigbad]

Who: Spike
What: A Day in the Life
When: All day
Where: All around the castle
Rating: Probably PG-13ish?

[OOC: Okay, so here's how this works: I'll post a bunch of comment threads with locations and times and people can tag into them. Multiple people can tag in as many places as they want! Spam or prose welcome. This is just a really great and easy way to make CR when your character might not talk to strangers through the journals. Or... encourage pre-existing CR. That's cool too.

ETA Threads are up!]

∅ twenty-third virus unleashed

[thatsmy-niche.livejournal.com]

[Hardison is in the lobby tonight, where he's just flying his helicopter around in circles overhead. He doesn't care who it bothers. He's made a banner and attached it to the helicopter to trail behind it. It reads: So long, Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV.

He discovered her empty room a couple hours ago, but he wasn't ready to say anything yet. After his last little meltdown, he wants to deal with this "people leaving" thing better. So now he opens his journal and takes a breath before speaking.]

Sorry to say it, but...for anyone who knew a young lady named Edward, she's gone on home. If anyone wants to say their goodbyes, I'm in the lobby. You'll find me.


[He also may have made some modifications that include small snap-bombs to drop out of the helicopter and land on the floor with a POP when he presses a button on the remote...

He's sitting here. Grinning. Peace out, Ed. He's gonna miss you.]