Aug. 6th, 2011

[identity profile] eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com
[Since Archer mentioned the internet Nora's been trying to figure out what's supposedly so amazing about computers.

After a day of poking around all the random stuff that's bee posted on Castlenet she now understands. Finding inspiration she decides to try her hand at these stupid things.

Anyone going on Castlenet today will find themselves face to face with this piece of crack. She spins around in her chair, laughing.]


So. What's the worst song anyone's gotten stuck in their heads? This one doesn't count.

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Aug. 6th, 2011 09:56 am
[identity profile] gottaknockhard.livejournal.com
[Spike's always been a master at coping with unforeseen events that would take a toll on a normal man's sanity. It's hard to surprise someone who expects to lose everything, and he's got all his methods down pat. Nothing a study in avoiding sobriety can't cure; which is one reason he's been so hard to find lately. But today he decided to switch things up from drinking alone. He's in the game room in the castle, leaning over a billiards table like the only thing he cares about is lining up his next shot.

Jet's gone. He figured that out days ago, but he isn't one for announcements. One right after the other. Yet the only evidence that anything is on his mind at all is his ridiculous chain smoking. If the ashtray on the edge of the table is any indication, he's been lighting another up before finishing the last since he walked in, leaving the whole room in a smokey fog.

No, he doesn't care at all.]


It's true what they say -- [He speaks to the journal, since it's one reliable constant when he doesn't feel like talking to himself. There's also a possibility he's still got a buzz going, so he's not entirely paying attention to what he's saying.] Games are a lot more interesting when there's something to win. [...] Maybe that's the whole point. When's the next one going to start?


ooc: forward dated to a bit later in the day. Open!
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[personal profile] walkinthruwalls
[ If you happen to come by the kitchen this morning there's a young girl cooking. She's not cooking anything elaborate - and maybe not even well, who knows!?, but she's cooking nonetheless

And it looks like she's cooked too much. Oops? ]


Erm, if anyone's hungry I kind of made too much scrambled egg. [ Yeah, it's her first time ] It's here if anyone wants it. [ And she'll be serving herself some - along with toast - and eating it. Yum... ish ]
[identity profile] onemanshort.livejournal.com
[Kaylee can be found in the stables today, humming to herself as she she works. The sound is soft and cheerful, filtering distantly through the open journal on the workbench. After a few minutes, the humming stops long enough for a question]

That's lookin' pretty level. It balanced from your side?

No. [the electronic answer is short]

Still? It's gotta be the vents throwin' the thrusters off.

Yes.

[there's another long pause, with some work sounds in the background, before Kaylee speaks up again] Just shift the coil to the side and...there! That do it?

Yes.

[she gives a triumphant laugh] I knew we could figure it. Ren-ci de Fo-zu, it sure woulda saved me time if I'd had you on Serenity.

Yesyesyesyesyes.

[Black is Kaylee, Pink is the Bit she adopted from Clu. Feel free to clue her in to her accidental journal transmission or else find her at the stables. Open to all!]
[identity profile] explorationist.livejournal.com
Since I've been here a year, does that mean I'm twelve now? 

dictated

Aug. 6th, 2011 04:25 pm
[identity profile] kickthecanplz.livejournal.com
[Filtered To Host Club Members]

... In case you didn't hear it from Fujioka - I mean, Haruhi, Tamaki Suoh is gone. But I promised him if this ever happened, I would keep the Host Club running.

I won't make any of you stay if you don't want to, but if you do stay... there's going to be more... 'options', I guess. You don't have to wear what we suggest, or do the month's theme if you don't like it. It should be fun for us too, not just the princesses.

I know a lot of shit is going down here too... so if you guys want to wait a month before doing another meeting, that's cool. And if any of you have suggestions about our next theme, I'm listening.
[identity profile] wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com
[Violet has finally finished the small boat she'd made with the engine she'd built. Even if she's on a loss right now, that will not stop her. After it's completed, she pulls out her journal.]

Expandcut for binary code length )

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[At some point late in the afternoon, she can be seen pulling the boat down to the lake.]

ooc: Violet is still on her loss. She can only communicate in code/ ciphers. Here's the link to translate the binary: http://textmechanic.com/Binary-Code-Translator.html
[identity profile] iswaswillbe.livejournal.com
[God is in the Game Room. He's playing Wii Golf and the music system is happily broadcasting Queen and David Bowie's "Under Pressure". What do?]
[identity profile] shadow-immortal.livejournal.com

[well, what do we do when we're bored and lacking a Solar Boy to bother at the moment.

ask riddles, apparently.]


Who here likes riddles? I have one....

'There were five men going to church and it started to rain. The four that ran got wet and the one that stood still stayed dry.'

I'll keep track who can guess these.

110.0

Aug. 6th, 2011 09:08 pm
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[personal profile] encryptedlock
[Filtered to those who wish to have an active part in combating Riful and her allies//away from Riful, allies, and informants]

So, as you probably know if you can see this, we're not planning on sitting idly by while a certain set of assholes go around killing people, sometimes permanently. And if you're like me, you don't have any crazy superpowers or invulnerability or anything. While this might be discouraging, we do have one thing she doesn't.

Guns.

Anyone who wants to fight but doesn't have a weapon, we'll be holding safety and training courses down at the shooting range. Anyone who passes can get a weapon on loan out of the armory. Keep in mind that the second one of these is misused, I will be on your ass faster than you can say "son of a bitch". But the last thing I need is anyone getting caught between a rock and a hard place with no way to defend themselves.

If any of you have experience piloting aircraft or operating chain guns or turrets, I may have a special job for you.

[/Filter]

[Wash, Kat, Rookie]

Ready to test fly the Falcon?

05

Aug. 6th, 2011 09:31 pm
[identity profile] wolfuncaged.livejournal.com
[It had been a while since he had heard from her, and though he'd rather not freely admit concern, Fenris still found himself checking in on Ziva's room. He may not have been in Paradisa long, but he already knows what an empty room and no nameplate means. And so, he opens his journal to dictate into it]

For those who knew her, Ziva David has been released to her home. Or whatever this blighted place does to people when they no longer have a room here.

[He looks at the empty room thoughtfully. The fact Ziva had left wasn't bothering him. She was, presumably, home now and no longer under the thrall of a magical castle. He was glad for her, almost wished her freedom was his own. But something else, something mentioned once or twice over the journals was playing on his mind. Something that hit a little too close to home for comfort]

I have heard that this world, or the being that controls this world, removes the memory of this place when you are freed. People, events, all gone never to be reclaimed. How often does such a thing happen?
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[personal profile] gentleidealist
[There's a chubby puppy in the castle today. He's the color of dark chocolate, floppy-eared, with a cowlick of fur on the top of his head. He also has no collar.

However, rather than behaving himself, he's getting into the kitchen cupboards he can nose into-- ripping apart boxes, eating cake mix, gnawing on wooden pan handles. Then he topples a stack of cookie sheets in his curiosity. With a bang-clang-clang, he yelps and skitters to the other side of the kitchen, paws slipping and sliding on the smooth floor until he smacks into more cupboards.]


[ooc: Loss start! Feel free to backtag to your heart's content, since I'm kinda busy too.]

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