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[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[It's the early morning hours and a certain someone is in the library! Who in the world would think of browsing at such an ungodly hour? Insomniacs, and Hank, that's who!


He's got a small bundle of books - everything from physics to fiction - on an out-of-the-way desk he's annexed for himself.


Yet he seems frustrated by something, as he'll start a section of a page before suddenly losing interest or just flip through impatiently - with something most definitely being on his mind as he grumbles away at seemingly no one, his nearby journal being the only 'listener'.]

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

( many many miles outside of Cair Paradisa... )

Host King's Forty-Fourth Court

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

[In a small room of the castle, five kindred souls have come together just as they always have, determined to break the headlines on the next big story before anyone else.

And the story this time is a big one!

The Anniversary Host Club is approaching, and they're the ones that have to cover it. Who are these mysterious souls, you ask?

THE PARADISA NEWSPAPER CLUB, OF COURSE!]

[ooc: Closed to the Newspaper Club to mingle amongst themselves, and plan a line of attack for the next couple of days. Forward dated to tomorrow morning.]

010

[ofmywill.livejournal.com]

[ So he'd been a pretty bad butler-friend to his favourite witch for some time now! Between some other training stuff, hanging out with Stocking, and various other shenans, going back to work had been...put off, to say the least. He hadn't given it much thought, nor regret- surely she could survive for him to work on that particular Social Link later.

Until he showed up at her door this morning and saw that, for who knows how long, the nameplate was empty. Minato's expression turned even more blank as he pushed the door open, the familiar setting of the room reduced to nothing but plain white walls. The boy just stood there in the doorway for some time, not moving, not thinking.

Goddamnit. He should have been better than this.

Minato walked into the room, sitting on the edge of the neatly-made bed, and opened his journal. ]

...Beatrice is gone.

♛ 39

[emit.livejournal.com]

[Dictated]

If anyone knew him, Tatsuya Suou's gone home.

[With that, Kallen's gone to the gym to beat the crap out of a punching bag. :<]

blog ninety-one

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[Barney got up at the crack of nine-ish, this morning, and was pleasantly surprised to find a new suit in his closet. hey, thanks, Tamaki! once he's taken care of business, and had some breakfast, he heads down to the WildKat to check up on things, and is pretty taken by the amount of townspeople flooding the streets, and all the crazy decorations. once he's inside the shop and away from most of the noise, he cracks open his journal]]

Hey, so, what's the big to-do in town? Not that I'm complaining ... it's gonna be great for business, and this new suit is pretty awesome. ... Once I find out what the deal is, I'll come up with a good special to commemorate the shindig.

[[WildKat Employees]]

Schedule's up! [he copies this carefully into the journal] I've got a couple copies here behind the register, too. And if you wanna swap shifts, it's totally cool, just work out amongst yourselves who wants to cover where, and let me know.

Now, apron up, you guys, because it looks like we're in for a busy weekend!

[[/'Kat Crew]]

.22

[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

[There's some weird invitation that's been found in his room and despite his caution with his new power, old habits are hard to get rid of so he automatically goes to pick it up and remembers a second later that he'll wind up destroying it...

But it doesn't turn to sand!

Hesitating to feel too relieved, he finds a few remaining non-sand items and tests it out, thrilled to find he isn't dusting anything.]

Uh, so, hey, Hesam here. I'm back to normal. [and he's barely able to contain his glee at that]

I also want to apologize to...anyone with uh, extraordinary 'gifts'. I've probably been really rude to you and I've never tried to understand you and I'm uh, real sorry about that. I didn't know how hard it could be, living with something like that and...I admire anyone who has been able to control their abilities.

So...[awkward pause]

( Cupid )

( Anyone who helped him during his loss )

....and what's with the invitation and outfit?

╬ eighth bite; like you like an arsonist

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

( Angel )

My brother accused you of hurting someone. He's since gone home. I want to apologize on his behalf.

( Elena )

Come by my room later, I'm talking to Angel.

( Caroline )

What night is karaoke happening?

( Lilah )

I know my brother was feeding on you. When I saw the holes in your neck, I realized it. Do you know anything about his leaving the castle after Angela's attack? I am sorry he compelled you.

( Everyone )

I have a question. Was anybody involved with the vampire attack about a week back? Was the culprit found?

...And suddenly, a blue suit appears in my wardrobe. Did anybody else get an invitation?

dictated | 02

[gunnfire.livejournal.com]

Over a week.

I have been here over a damn week.

I say we burn the castle down. Piss it off enough and maybe it'll decide to send us home.

[He's.. mostly joking. Really.]

⩪ 00:04

[deminuit.livejournal.com]

( the city royale )

(no subject)

[knifestorm.livejournal.com]

Ah --

[there's a light, almost inaudible swish, and then a dictated message:]

Whomever it is that's been littering, please stop. It is inconsiderate to make others pick up after you. [guess who's nearly tripped on banana peels more times than she would like?]

Maybe I should switch to flight instead.

[ooc: open for meeting in person anywhere about the castle, journal replies are cool too]

o23 | written; and I would be the one to hold you down

[encourage]

[ Filtered to anyone who is neither Riful nor her immediate associates (but also filtered from anyone who dances with marmosets); ]

Does anyone here have better than human abilities to track scents, or any particular affinity with blood and who would be able to tell if any'd been spilled in a given area in the recent past?

Evidence Mounting

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

( [Filters away from First Gens, Riful's Allies, and.... well you know that Filter Louis used? Yeah, that one.] )

(no subject)

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

( Filtered to Quorra )

thirteenth glamour

[thatsnotnancy.livejournal.com]

( Minato )

( Vriska )

( Zeke )

5 ∆ i solemnly swear you are a blast-ended skrewt ; ( dictated )

[toerags]

[ James is in the laundry room, doing his laundry. Surprisingly, this is one of the few Muggle things he knows how to do, courtesy of one Miss Lily Evans (and his mum had a fondness for them). He also does it quite well. When he folds his clothes, he folds to impress (and like a boss).

James is sitting on a stool, dictating to the journal - and perhaps the washing machines, which he has named Charlus, Orion and John. His wand rests beside his journal as well as a few boxes of detergent, which he has been reading the contents of. ]

So, anyone ever been to the forest? What can be expected out there? Giants, unicorns, hippogriffs?

[ He's been itching to see if he can turn into his Animagus form while in Paradisa. ]

26

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[putting most of her efforts into avoiding the crowds, Natsuki can be found wearing a red two-piece and sunbathing on a lounge chair by the pool. She sighs when she notices the open journal innocently sitting next to her. Dammit. Might as well say something instead of waiting for something embarrassing to happen and be recorded for everybody to hear.]

Where the hell did all those crazy fangirls come from? I've never seen any of them before - unless they're actually brainwashed townspeople.

[a thoughtful pause, and then you can probably hear the smirk in her voice]

Almost reminds me of home, seeing how they seem to be half bloodhound.

[[ooc: open in person or over da journal]]

Episode 75

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

( Phoebe )

[he is sitting on the front steps of the castle. Probably easier for people to run across him, but he needs the fresh air and the roof seems a bit too obvious]


[open for new CR/old CR/whatevs; backdated to yesterday for continuity's sake]

come and get 'im

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

So... quick question.

I know this castle is alive or there's magic or some kinda crap... Is it possible it knew about the Host Club?

[He hasn't run into any fangirls yet, but boy has he heard about it. He's actually in the hallways and heading outside, with his parrot King on his shoulder. He wants to give the parrot some fresh air. Little does he know what's honestly going on.]

☀ 071

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

( Adachi )

[Filter: Anyone Who Noticed She Was Missing]

Ah... hello! I'm really sorry if I worried anyone, I promise that I was perfectly fine. The castle trapped a bunch of us in a room. It... was very strange, but I think we're all okay now.

[herp derp..... she sounds so embarrassed]

Host King's Forty-Fourth Court

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

[More has changed this morning..!

Banana peels seem to appear at the most inconvenient moments, slipping and tripping everyone without discrimination. The decorations in the town are coming along; there is now a half built staging area near the centre square and the painting is going on full force.

But more than that, there are the SCREAMS OF MOE!

Any Host who ventures outside today and tomorrow, will be pursued by a rabid crowd of screaming fangirls. Tamaki is in the town, posing for photographs as though this is all completely normal.]

[ooc: Open. Anyone feel free to make your own posts, especially hosts getting mobbed. Newspaper club feel free to accost anyone in pursuit of the story. Replies may be a little delayed from me for a while. <3]

014

[powerlusts.livejournal.com]

[Sasuke was just looking through the journal right then so maybe you can hear the sound pages being turned before he drops it aside, not really paying attention to it that much right to realize it's still open since he's kind of thinking about something]

...So it's already that day now?

I almost forgot since I don't celebrate it.

[ooc; So it's Sasuke's birthday today. He's still on his loss as per his previous post, I just thought I'd have it last a little bit longer because of that. This is over the journal, but it's open if you want to run into him or something]

010//action//dictated

[heart0fsword.livejournal.com]

[Kenshin hadn't even noticed the addition to his wardrobe--that sort of happened when you pretty much only had the clothes on your back--not much use for closets.]

[The random banana peels? Those had his attention, considering how they seemed to just be appearing out of no where. He's been catching most of them though! Except for this one, right here before the lobby steps anyway... The slip isn't all that spectacular--there's an interesting sound, limbs pinwheeling a bit as he tries to catch his balance and he succeeds! No face planting here--just Kenshin regaining his balance and looking incredulously behind him at the vanquished banana peel while muttering something under his breath.]

[Except he miscalculated just how close he was to the top of the stairs...]

Oro...?

[Aaaaand notices that he's taking a full step expecting floor when there... are about three steps down instead...]

[Anyone in the lobby? Enjoy the view of a short red-headed swordsman tumbling down the entry stairs--his journal falling out of his kimono on the way down and picking up all of the... racket until he hits the floor at the bottom.]

Ow...

[Yeah... he's... just going to stay there for a minute while he makes sure all his bones are still... in place...]



[ooc; backdated to earl...ier /o/]

❀ thirty-nine unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

( Private )

( Fred )

It's nights like these when I really miss midnight snacks. [that aren't in pink mugs with unicorns on the side of them]

Just, you know, binging on horrible junk food and knowing half-way through the bag of microwave popcorn that it was totally a wrong idea, but not actually caring.

Until the next morning when you have a little hull piece stuck underneath your gums.

Thirty First

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[The journal picks up the sound of screaming girls, followed by a startled yell]

Ladies! What in God's name has gotten into... Stop touching me, M'am, I'm a married man!

[More screaming, and then the sounds of running. After a while, John deems he's got a safe distance between him and the screaming hoarde to stop and open the journal fully]

What the hell is wrong with the townspeople? They're acting like they're touched in the head, screaming and acting like damn fools.

...And who the hell is Moey?

(no subject)

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

[ Peter is standing in the lobby in full spider-garb, humming bad pop songs over the journal as he carefully crawls up a wall, awkwardly holding a sofa in one hand until he gets up the wall far enough to take the sofa and... WHOOMP! Chucking it on top of the webbing he has stretched out across the front part of the lobby. Looks like there's currently another sofa, an arm chair, two footstools and a rocker already tossed into the webbing pile. The stuff is barely even sagging.

Peter's testing out a new webbing formula for durability. Come investigate! Or at the very least, be careful walking out the castle door right now. You can never tell when it's going to give. ]