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[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

[If you're wandering around the castle you may stumble upon Apollo lounging on one of the couches, absently flipping through the pages of his journal. If you pause to watch him for a minute you may see him start to tear blank pages out from the back of the journal and start folding the pages into different shapes.

He's focused and quick and after a few minutes he has about a dozen awkwardly folded cranes scattered around him on the couch and the floor. If you're close enough you might even hear him mutter something like 'what kind of magical castle doesn't have TV?']

the ninth body | (dictated/written) (forward-dated to midday on the 3rd)

[compels]

You know, if I were home right now, I could be spending this time watching Shark Week. Instead, I'm stuck here with you people.




Which I guess bears the big PSA. Surprise, surprise. Wes got a little mixed up last week with the big announcement. I'm still here, alive and kicking.

Soooo? What'd I miss?




(  elena gilbert  )

(  stefan salvatore and alaric saltzman  )

(  morgana  )

(  bonnie bennett  )

(  lana luthor - written  )

(  private - written  )

5; action

[noworldleft.livejournal.com]

[So … this funny thing happened in the castle the other day. Illyria reverted to her true form, only in miniature (ie seven feet tall) except Godzilla-sized. Cupid and Claire tried to lock her up in the stable, but she wasn't having any of that. She's practically a god again now, man.

So she escaped and has been roaming around the castle on the weird insect legs underneath all her tentacles. Not just roaming, cruising like she owns the place. Feel free to run into her and be horrified.]

it resulted in twelve blackouts

[notjamesbond.livejournal.com]

[Don't look now, Paradisa, but there are spots of glue seeping into your journals right about now.]

Bloody-! How do I always miss where I'm supposed to be putting the glue? Couldn't they have made a smaller bottle-?

[People nearby might notice Newt working on something small on top of the spread pages of his journal. The box next to him seems to suggest he's working on a model airplane.]

[It doesn't look like a model airplane at all. It looks like the offspring of said plane and a glue monster.]

You know, I remember that making these was so much easier as a kid. Though, now that I think about it, I think I had the same bit of difficulty with them that I'm having now...

[A pause as he thinks over that.]

Anyways, I'm just curious. Do any of you still like to do hobbies that you liked to do as a kid? Playing chess, collecting stamps, that sort of thing.

mickey's follies (8)

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

Hello everyone. I hope you're all doing well.

I was wondering if anyone would like to hear some fairy tales from my world, for some fun. Or if you'd like to share any! I do love a good story.

[and for anyone who wants to go 'giant talking mouse wtf', the action option means she's currently in the library, sitting comfortably while flipping through books.]

2 † ( dictated )

[descendent]

[ Elena does not know how to exist without physically writing something down in the private space of a journal. She'd filter her own magical journal to herself, if she knew there was such thing as privacy, but she hasn't touched her journal for her own personal use ever since Stefan broke the news that, hey, journals aren't really private and in order for privacy, you need to filter. And Elena's had her computer (awesome password and all) hacked once upon a time, so she doesn't trust filters as far as she can throw them.

Besides, this place is becoming suffocating. She needs normal. Pre-Stefan, pre-the tragedy that sometimes defines her, pre-her lifeturning upside down and, oh hey, did we forget to mention you're a doppelganger?

She runs her hand through her hair. ]

Are there stationary stores in town? I want a journal with no magical ties and ... I fear wishing one up might lead to there being a catch to it.

And - considering we can wish practically anything up - do I need money? Do ... shops operate on an economy or some sort of trading system? I - don't have a job. Or any money on me. But I'm willing to work or offer something in exchange.

[ A sigh. ] I just ... really want a normal journal.

seventh spell cast

[kungfuwitch.livejournal.com]

( Peter and Page )

[Still trying to figure out what that nagging feeling was in the back of her mind, Phoebe has decided that she needs to get out of her room for a while. So she's sitting in the lobby people watching. She still looks like she hasn't had a good night's sleep in a couple of weeks, but she's doing her best to hide it. She has a big slice of cheesecake in front of her and she seems to be taking her time and savoring every bite. Even she doesn't know where this sudden craving for sweets came from (it's certainly not PMS), but why argue?]

((ooc: Open as always. She might be a little jumpy as her psychic link has been wearing her down quite a bit. By the by, villains, please look here and lemme know if you'd like to be part of her little psychic spying ^_^))

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

[Filtered from Riful, her allies, First Gens, and their allies]

[Dictated grimly. A faint electrical crackling noise can be heard in the background.]

This is Yuan. A young man and I have found another place where cityfolk have been...kept. I wouldn't recommend it for the faint of heart or stomach. [He gives the location.] It's a barn, and the bodies are in the cellar, undisturbed for anyone who wants to have a look.

[A faintly sarcastic tone] Be careful of the stairs, someone seems to have been sick on them.

((ooc: Backdated to the same day as this post))

thirty-fifth labyrinth

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

( Chimera members )

( Khisanth, James Potter, Phoebe Halliwell )

( Galadriel, Yuan, & Charles Xavier )

((ooc: Sorry if this is late notice, but I wanted to get this up now so we can take our time back-tagging before the plot happens. Wait for sections to go up before tagging in. OK GO!))

PRE-MEETING | INTRO | RIFUL | ARTHAS | LEGATO | KEYS | MAGIC V. TELEPATHY

(no subject)

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Everybody was so serious and angry and honestly, it was freaking Del out a bit, but she was dealing with it as well as she could.

Which, for once, didn't include rocking back and forth in a nearly catatonic state of panic - because Del is nothing if not unpredictable.

Instead, today, she's making a giant web across the lobby. Much like the time map Hiro made in Heroes. But... bigger. And more copmlicated. It also seesms to have an axis that can't really be represnted in three dimensions, so there are bits of string that just skip at random points.]

I don't know how to add the mist... It keeps being too solid...

((ooc: Open open open! Get stuck, be pissed, wonder how she's walking on the ceiling, please have a go with whatever random thing you can think of her doing :D ))

five bottles of wine

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Discussing all the things
Where: Closed for Refurbishment
When: August 3rd

( I can't think of a witty cut )

Scroll Nine

[huffythedragon.livejournal.com]

( Rarity )

[And if anyone should be in the lobby today, they'll see a little dragon with a cat box. Inside said cat box is a Glameow. More specifically the Glameow which was stolen from the animal shelter a few nights back.

Not that Spike knows it's stolen of course. He's just pacing around, waiting for Rarity to show up, looking pretty nervous. Clearly, he must be bothered]

Fourth Mind Read - Making Preparations

[justcharles.livejournal.com]

[Those in the library today will be greeted by the sight of Charles, surrounded by several stacks of books on just about every subject, from Modern Technology for Dummies, to Radio Technology and You!, and he currently has Modern Warfare: Tactics and Strategies spread open on the table before him. At the same time, however, he's got a legal pad open, and is doodling designs for a device he wants to rebuild in Paradisa,consisting of a helmet, a geodesic dome, and a crude drawing of a radio transmitter. He may also have a tall glass of beer sitting next to him, which he occasionally takes a sip of as he studies. Getting an idea, Charles opens his journal, and writes in a filter, getting to work...]

[Filtered to the Castle's psychic's, psionics, and other people possessing mental abilities, Filtered AWAY from Riful, her allies, the First Generation Paradisans, their allies, and anyone who would pass information to either party]

Hello there! My name's Charles Xavier. Now, some of you in this filter I've already spoken to, while others have not. Anyway, I wished to make contact with all those opposed to Riful with abilities like mine, that is, telepathy and abilities related to it, as I've been thinking of a strategy we might employ when it comes time to make our move.

Now, most of you I assume are at least somewhat familiar with Riful's blue-haired companion, Legato Bluesummers. I've met him, I've spoken with him, and I have a fairly good idea of what's he's capable of. The strategy I'm thinking of would focus on him. We, as telepaths, could overwhem Legato's senses, by bombarding him with our own abilities, while others could use their telepathy to shield others from his ability, which is basically neural puppeteering and control.

I urge all of those who can see this filter to respond to it, so that we might coordinate our abilities, and how we might employ them in order to aid our allies in this fight we're facing. Thank you.

[/Filter]

[Filtered to Winifred Burkle]

Are we still on for this week? Considering what's been happening, I'd say that it's more important than ever that we have this chance to talk and get to know one another. Also, I have something I'd like to show you, something I'll need your help with when we have the time to work on it.

[/Filter]

[Filtered to the X-Men, and those training with them]

I just thought I'd check in, see how you all are doing with your training. I know many of you have pledged yourselves to the operation against Riful, and I applaud you for your initiative. I've been doing some training on my own, so hopefully the next time we organize a training session, I'll be able to do more than supervise.

[/Filter]

[Finally, with all of those filters out of the way, Charles will tuck back into his reading, still scribbling away on his legal pad, occasionally making notes like "amplification", and "range restricted by Dead Zone?" and other illegible things, he'll occasionally mutter aloud about what he's reading, but nothing understandable. He's got his journal open next to him, listening to the murmurs of the castle at large.]

((Open like an open thing! Charles loves talking to people, even when he's distracted! =3))

know when to hold 'em

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[it's been a long few weeks. so much turmoil and tension ... and he's well aware of the toll it must be taking on all involved, and even some who aren't. so, before he dives straight into the strategizing and the planning and such, he's going to allow himself one evening's respite to recharge before preparing for ... well.

for the Oncoming Storm.]

Good evening, everyone.

You know, I was looking through some old papers and such, earlier today, in search of something entirely unrelated, and it occurred to me that yesterday was the anniversary of the death of a man by the name of Wild Bill Hickok. Those of you from Earth may have heard of him - he was a legendary showman from the Old West, among several other things. The interesting thing about his death was that its circumstances led to a convention involving the game of poker... the hand he was holding when he was shot is now referred to as Dead Man's Hand. I don't think I've ever heard of anything like that having an effect on any other hobby or sport. Rather unique, really.

And it got me to thinking: you know, I haven't played poker in a good, long while. So! If anyone could use a bit of sport, something to relax over, I'll be down in the Death Match for the proper atmosphere, with a few decks of Bicycle cards, a rulebook to refresh my memory, and a stack of poker chips that seem to have come from The Mirage.

Feel free to drop on in! I promise, I shan't let anyone get shot.

(no subject)

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

 [Clu says nothing, but as he stands, hunched over one of the library's many tables with his journal open on its surface, one small sentence appears on the page in perfectly printed text.]

Kevin Flynn, you liar.

[Seconds later, the table and its contents are promptly flipped over and thrown to the floor.] 

[ooc: Don't mind the angry program, he's just having a tantrum in a corner of the library over Kevin Flynn going home. :l It is noisy, he is angry, approach with caution if at all.] 

happy birthday to you~

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Who: Five and River Song
What: A birthday outing and a picnic
When: Backdated to River's birthday
Where: The woods outside Paradisa, but still within the Live Zone
Rating: PG-13 at the most, despite any effort on River's part ;)

The Doctor brought the TARDIS down almost exactly where he'd planned to, which, in itself, seemed a gift. Rather than resting comfortably off the side of the small trail that led into the woods, he'd ... parked it smack dead in the middle of it.

But, details, details. It was still the right trail. After poking his head out of the door to confirm as such, he glanced back over his shoulder at his Companion, and smiled broadly.

"Well, my dear birthday girl. Shall we?"