➹.18

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[Filtered away from Arthas Menethil, Riful, those known as "first gens," and any who would aid the aforementioned by imparting this information.]

[The following is dictated into the journal. The voice is strong and composed, businesslike, but with an underlying sense of disdain and impatience. She speaks slowly, pausing rarely, though it should be obvious that this is an unrehearsed speech; there is an angry passion beneath her words that is just barely being kept in check.]

This is an open letter to those in the "Peace Patrol."

I am Ranger-Captain Alleria Windrunner of the Farstriders of Quel'Thalas, head scout of the Alliance Expedition to Draenor. If these credentials mean nothing to you, then you will understand how your credentials mean nothing to me.

If one retains even the slightest ability of sight and hearing, they will have noticed that there is an assault being planned. This much is clear.

What is not clear, however, is what information is available. And just what is being kept from the rest of us.

We do not have the luxury of such ridiculous cloak-and-dagger exercises. There are dangers here, dangers that you must not underestimate. I do not care who you are, nor do I care what powers or abilities you have -- there are more in this castle than your ridiculous little club, and we have much to offer.

You need us. You cannot do this alone. You cannot do this by yourselves, and if you think you can get away with commanding us as though we are your little peons, not fit to be informed until the last moment, you are all fools. And you will have at least one less ally when the time comes.

Please be advised that any response that is filtered directly to me will be summarily made available to view by everyone else. I've no patience for secrecy, and I've no time for games.

[And then the last bit is added in a decidedly sarcastic tone.]

I thank you for your cooperation.

003. attempts at clubbing (open)

[bowiesque-basic.livejournal.com]

[After a brief journey Castor throws open the doors of The Lux. His face, lit up in anticipation of the sight of something akin to his own End of Line club, plumets sharply as he takes in the cozy, dare he say it, family friendly atmosphere.]

Not... quite what I was expecting.

[Castor turns, addressing the brilliant green program just behind, Gibson. He tries in vain to keep the distate from his voice.]

This is it?

There's a shadow just behind me [OPEN... sort of...]

[heart0fsword.livejournal.com]

Who: Himura Kenshin
What: Introspection re: the Riful stuff
When: Around July 18th (give or take a day, he’s doing this a lot)
Where: Out in the forest somewhere => the castle
Rating: G/PG

( Shrouding every step I take. )

[ooc; mostly putting this up for in-game reference on Kenshin’s mental state BUT if anyone wants to interact with him feel free! Either out in the woods or on his way back to the castle or in the castle, LOL I’M EASY.]

wheel; the fifth

[entailing.livejournal.com]

[backdated to some time after this]

( Kaname Madoka (private) )

( o35 )

[gevurah]

( filtered to peace patrol, allies, those with good intentions, etc. )

022.

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to Angela]

[Even as she dictates the message, she's walking to the clinic.]

Spike said that you were hurt. What happened?


[Filtered to Booth and Sweets -- mainly Sweets]

Spike says that Angela has been attacked by a vampire. He promises to inform me when he knows more about who attacked her. I am on the way to the clinic right now.

I don't know why she didn't contact me. Have you heard from her recently?

Never Say Goodbye

[its-worthdoing.livejournal.com]

[There is a small groan as Willow wakes up that filters across her open journal. Two days later and she is still nursing one hell of a magical handover. Is it possible for your eyelashes to hurt? In that moment, she is fairly certain that it is.

But as she gets up from bed to move into the common area of her room, Willow stops short. Then looks over her shoulder towards where a third door should be. Argumentative eyelashes blink once, then again. Her stomach drops.

It takes a few more minutes to make her way towards his original room. But somehow? Willow knows what she is going to find]

...dammit, Xander. You were going to stay this time.

[A sigh. Different things hurt now]

1 † ( dictated )

[descendent]

[ Elena turns and ascends the tomb's steps at a slow pace, her feet feeling heavy with each step she takes away from Stefan. She wanted to turn around and force Damon to find a way to get Stefan out now, but she knew that the only way to release him was to strategise and have a few plans up their sleeves. Who knew what Katherine would do during those few seconds of vulnerability where they were too preoccupied with Stefan to watch their backs for her?

Lost within her own thoughts, Elena misses a step and trips, her palms landing flat on a smooth surface. Looking around, she realises that she's no longer in the tomb with it's rocky surfaces and cool air. She's on the floor of one of the castle hallways, and when she looks back at her feet, she'll see her journal which she apparently had tripped over.

She finds her way on her feet, standing up and rubbing her back as she takes in the unfamiliarity of the hallway. Walking towards her journal, she picks it up tentatively and looks at the pages. ] What the hell? [ She frowns when she sees the journal print what she's said. She looks at it, glances around her and finds no one in sight, and decides that maybe speaking to it might give her some answers. It's idiotic, but it's the best option she's got. ] Hello? Can you tell me where I am? My name's Elena and I'm ... kind of lost.

[ She stares at the page and sees no response, only what she's said printed on the page before her. She frowns. To herself: ] This is ridiculous. [ She sighs and decides to slowly walk along the hallway, back and forth, examining the walls and the floors in hopes of finding a way out of here and fast. She's bent her journal backwards, leaving it open as she tries to decipher where she is. ]

( ooc: action will occur for stopkissingme and historyrepeater as a part of the post-TVD plot. everything else will be dated after her time with these two - and dictated. sorry for any inconvenience. )

backdated to yesterday | dictated

[tunafanatic.livejournal.com]

[Haruhi's voice is a little muffled.]

Has anyone actually tried sledding in the Four Seasons room?

Two | dictated | filtered to Alan Bradley, Katara and Emil

[loveandstrife.livejournal.com]

Alan, Katara, are you guys busy?

I thought we could meet, maybe try to figure something out. I had conversations with both of you and different plans were made... maybe we can try to come up with some more ideas together.

Let me know as soon as possible, and if you've got friends who might be useful.

Emil, if you want to come too, just say. We all need allies.

rose: fight the throes of boredom

[fluthlu.livejournal.com]

[Rose is bored. Bored, and cramped. She isn't used to living around so many other people, and it's gone from interesting to irritating very quickly. So for the past few days, she's been spending as much time as possible up on the roof, enjoying the one good thing she's found about this place – the wishes. The castle gave her a violin, and occasional mismatched notes are coming through the journal every now and then, like someone who wants to play a song but isn't sure what.

She pauses.]

I marvel at the will of those who have been stuck here for years without losing their sanity. Your strength is admirable.

[Said in the driest voice possible, of course, before she goes back to her music.]

((ooc: completely open))

007 [dictated]

[duchess-archer.livejournal.com]

So we have these journals, right? But do they have an anonymous feature? Or could we get an anonymous network going with them? There are lots of uses for anonymous communities, you know. Drama. Scheduling hookups.

Uh, I guess... mostly those two.

blog ninety - backdated to this morning

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[Barney's working in the WildKat, straightening up the shelves before the shop opens ... and finds a colorful, fancy bottle nestled behind the flavored syrups]

... How'd this -- hey! Hey, anybody lose a bottle?

[he picks it up, tilts it from side to side, then scrubs a few drops of hazelnut syrup off the side with a rag. when the smoke starts to pour out, he practically drops the bottle. good morning, Phoebe Halliwell!]

((OOC: Barney's turn at Phoebe's genie loss! Those of you who signed up for the Normal-Life NYC Bar Night Wish can hop on down to the thread I've made just for the occasion. There's also a separate thread for the 'Kat, if anyone wants to wander into that, too. Feel free to add your tags to the post once you tag in!))

036 ♕ action

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

( Riful's Room Filter )

 

 

[ooc; This post is for those who signed up to find the evidence in Riful's Room!  No posting order, just tag in as you can]

ninth sunrise;

[lastisocorn.livejournal.com]

 ( Therapy filter! Meditation training. )

(no subject)

[brokencoffeepot.livejournal.com]

Who: Rinzler, Billy and Hank
What: Reprogramming.
When: Right now?
Where: Some hallway or something somewhere where people aren't.
Rating: Uh... PG-13

( Just another normal day at the castle Paradisa. )

IX.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[Hello, Paradisa.

It's nearly midnight.

And there is a seven foot tall red man with horns and a tail wearing a trenchcoat standing in the kitchen.

He is making pancakes.

He is also dictating into the journal, which is on the counter at his side.]

So just wondering -- how many of you make your own food here? I guess the room service is nice if you're okay with it coming from the Great Unknown and being shuttled upstairs by incorporeal bellhops.

But I wouldn't trust any food made by something with no tastebuds.

Maybe that's just me, though.