Sweating it Out

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

Who:Fred and anyone in Team Angel
What:Fred tries to ease some of the stresses of the past week.
When:Late Friday Night
Where:The Sauna in Hyperion Tower
Rating: PG 13? (For states of dress, possible language)

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[aspectoftime.livejournal.com]

[Good afternoon, Paradisa. There is a giant ghost dragon outside your castle.

...it's actually Nozdormu, but that's beside the point. The time dragon is out of phase, sand covering the ground around him and rushing through the air like in an angry desert. He is looking at the castle itself, massive horn-covered head turned upwards with his gem-stone eyes unblinking and his whole body still, as if he was a statue or a mere imprint in time itself.

Having spent weeks of studying the place, it was becoming more and more interesting to a collector like the great Aspect. He had been tediously writing up every piece of stone in his mental notebook, yet it still seemed impossible to categorize.

The castle, the place itself was a riddle... and enigma he couldn't solve.

Spreading his transparent wings, the bronze dragon roars out his frustration to the world.]

sixteenth.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

[ Today, as you leave your room, there is a little box outside your door. Closer inspection will reveal that it has flowers drawn on it, some of them looking like they were drawn by someone lacking any artistic skill.

Inside are a bunch of cookies. They are tasty.

There is also a note indicating that these cookies are from "Major and Minor." And if you manage to look at the right moment, there are two people disappearing around the corner. ]


{ ooc; both emil and rhyme will be replying to comments, whether or not you feel like finding them. c: }

mickey's choo-choo (9)

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

[In the middle of the day, Minnie Mouse's day has taken a turn for the strange. For those with an open journal, you'll hear this (more or less accidentally) dictated.]

Eek! What... what the... Why am I - eek! [Sound of her falling, and then trying to get back up.] Oh, this is... this is awful! Ooooh, whatever prank this castle is pulling now, it's not very nice! Eek! [falling again.] Oh... oh, I'm hideous! What if Mickey saw me like this? Oooooh!

[as for those who prefer Action, you'll see a black haired human girl stumbling in the hallways, unused to being this tall, and then stopping to rub her rear end over and over again.]

My tail! My goodness, where is my tail?!

dictated/action

[tunafanatic.livejournal.com]

[Haruhi's voice is frighteningly chipper as it comes through the journals.]

Does anyone here do cosplay? I'm thinking of starting a new club - we could work alongside the Host Club! I've got an idea for a Magical Shojou Rangers costume, but I can't do it by myself!

[And if you're a young man? Haruhi may be following you around the castle, preparing to accost you in an effort to join the Host Club. Currently? She's failing so badly at stealth that even Tamaki would be appalled and a little embarrassed for her.]




(ooc: Loss start. I am so sorry.)

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[iamdamnloyal]

Who: Team Angel
What: Intervention then Karaoke & Drinking
When: Sunday Morning & Sunday Afternoon
Where: The Tower
Notes: This log is split into two main events. The content will be in the comments to determine which part of the log it is.

ƒ004. don't tell mom the babysitter's locked up

[msattentionspan]

Other than beating up monsters with tentacles, or each other, is there anything actually fun to do in this place?

I'm sure it's a question asked in this book a million times, so that means everyone should be pretty good at coming up with original answers.

Am I better off wandering the city or is this a hit up the castle standards type of deal? [Because... Angel and his gang is all locked up. No one to scowl at her or wag their finger.]

010 (Voice)

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Whistle] Well. All I can hope is that everyone comes out of this with their tentacle rape virginity still intact. I mean, wounds heal, death only gets you a headstone in the creepy graveyard, but being badtouched lasts forever. Right? 'Course right.

That said, all conspiracy theories about how this is gonna turn into the ending of a bad horror movie start now. You already have the best set-up already: No one stays dead. I give it a month before the cream rises back to the top, and if it ain't the same cream, it'll be off-brand milk that's a little out of date, if you catch my drift.

Welcome to Paradisa. For those of you who just turned in? This was one of the higher points of life here.