36 - छत्तीस - Happy Eid

[drugged-chai.livejournal.com]

As what happens to us in this place becomes more extreme I've found that I savour the quiet times between them and in that vein I wish to say Eid Mubarak. Firstly to Hesam. I have some jalebi if you'd like it, I may have sneaked a few myself.

Oh, the sentiment is also to any muslims in Paradisa, if there are any other than Hesam. I know it's hard for people to celebrate holidays away from their families but I hope you have or have had as wonderful a day as you could. Take care.

Third Motto

[about3seconds.livejournal.com]

( Buddy Filter )

[[OOC: Basically, if your character has spoken to Meowth and were on pretty good terms with him, you can see this. Off the top of my head, Alleyne, Coraline, Toothless, Spike (the dragon), Nepeta, Courage, Kitty, Percy, and.... Several others would be able to see it.]]

one hundred and sixty-nine:

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[today's ink color: black. Just plain old black. She's feeling rather moodily contemplative]

In a few days, I'll have been here for four years.

Is there anyone else left who has been here as long?

thirty-seventh labyrinth

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

[Felix is sheltering in the gardens for the day with a rather dark expression on his face. This week hasn't been going all that well for him. After getting assaulted by a teenager in the library and ending up with a sprained wrist, then having the Magick Box vandalized and having an argument with two people he considered friends. Whatever was up with these kids, he wasn't impressed. The problem was, he could, in some ways, sympathize with the impulse to destroy everything in his path out of sheer rage. But the fact was, he'd resolved months ago that he'd no longer be the conduit for that sort of force. Destruction was easy, which is exactly why he tried to avoid it. He still wasn't sure if he should be mad at Mark and Nora, or just let them be and do as they wished. Which path was he the most obligated to follow, if he was to call himself their friend?]

[His thoughts are cut off, rather abruptly, by the feel of something brushing up against his legs]

What the---?

[Sitting there is a large, pink-furred, dark-eyed cat-like creature. It mewls plaintively and rubs it's head against his leg again]

I...are you lost?

[He reaches down to check to see if the thing maybe has a collar. He isn't sure if this is a native lifeform, though he doubt it would wander this close to the castle if it were. The cat gives his hand a lick instead]

Ah! I suppose...not.

*******

[Sometime later, an exasperated wizard is opening up the journal]

Ah...I seem to have collected a stray. I'm not certain, but I'm guessing it's one of these pokemon creatures I've seen about.

Eeeeeeeeeee

[A sigh] What do you want from me, hm?

Eee-eeeeee

[An 'oof' sound] Somebody...please...what do I do with it?

((OOC: Felix is being adopted by an Espeon, whether he wants it or not. Oh, the pink is the as yet ICly unnamed Espeon. As far as I can tell, that's close to how they sound. Don't hurt me, I stopped watching in the first season or two. But anyway, open through the journal or in person in the garden, if you want to find him being followed around by the pokemon))

049

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

[Today strikes Tex as a good shooting practice day, but variety is the spice of life. She's bored with good old fashioned rifle and pistol shooting. So she asked for something different for a change of pace.

And she got it. She's still chuckling a little to herself as she dictates into the journal.]

I just got a hold of an oldie but a goodie of a nonlethal weapon. Anybody up for a little more extreme version of paintball?

York, Wash, and Maine, you prick

You guys remember this?

[Fired onto the page is a glob of something pink-purple and rock hard. Nothing says nonlethal-but-annoying like fast-hardening paint.]

111.0

[encryptedlock]

[Filtered to the Doctors, Yuan, Clark Kent, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, and James Rupert Rhodes]

[Yeah, he's never met those last two and their names aren't on any doors, but if Stark had them in his system, they must be important. And hey, maybe they'd come back some day.]

If you can read this message, Tony Stark left permissions for you to pilot one of his iron suits. We have six of them here in the Peace Patrol headquarters.

I'm familiar with their use, enough to teach you how to use them. And frankly? There's no reason not to learn. [Yes, Clark, he's even talking to you.] If the First Gens can get them working out in the Dead Zone, we can eventually unlock it, too.

Plus, you know. Flying. Always fun.

0 1 3

[aviarius.livejournal.com]

( tomoe, ezio, aradia )

( alexstrasza )

[ Early in the morning a hooded figure can be spotted around the town, but he is not hiding in the shadows or traversing the rooftops as he would usually does. This time he appears to be shopping? Well that is certainly a change. Try not to knock the bag out of his hand, he'll be very unhappy. ]


(ooc; SO VERY OPEN.)

029; dictated

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Jet used to say life goes in cycles, but to Spike, here it's more like a spiral. Lose everything you never really had until you're left with the nothing you started with -- all those ways of thinking that make you a productive member of society. Just wait around for the next suicide mission to pop up and spend the meantime catching up on some sleep. As it happened, Brock's cabin was conveniently left up for grabs, and Spike found his nice little getaway to not give a damn in.

After briefly getting cheered up by the mischief of the 'new gang' in town, he returns with a case of beer to the only place that has nothing but solitude to offer. Sure, it could still use a big TV and a fridge full of food, maybe a decent fan to get some of that musk out of there, but he isn't in the mood to be picky.

It's only after he makes himself comfortable on the couch that he hears something off to the side... Movement catches his eye, and he automatically draws his gun. In the shuffling that follows, the journal falls out of nowhere and opens just in time to pick up a screeching animal and the hollow sound of empty cans scattering to the ground from a nearby pile.]

Hey! [Gunshots fire, but from his shouting, it sounds like he only succeeded in scaring something away.] Sonofabitch... Raccoons now.

[So he'll admit to some drawbacks in this brilliant plan. Maybe the castle is trying to make a point with that journal he sees on the ground and reluctantly reaches for. Everything's always got to be complicated.] Might have had better luck with a tent. Can you wish up bear traps, or is that against the rules?

[Good job checking in, Spike.]

Penny for your...

[its-worthdoing.livejournal.com]

Where do people go to think, here? I mean -- the less thought places.

Not if you have a place that you don't want to share? I am not here to force sharing. That never ends well.

But if anyone has any suggestions?

I would appreciate it.

(no subject)

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

[ A bit after a certain run in Peter had earlier that night. ]

Kids these days!

06 ☣ party like an irken

[superiorheight.livejournal.com]

[The sounds of celebratory champagne corks a-popping, party horns a-honking, and gleeful giddy two fingered hands clapping may catch your attention drifting out of the journal today. Why? Well that doesn’t exactly long remain a mystery.]

Ha! All that planning to send Zim off to a horrible messy tentacle monster death and we didn’t even have to do anything! This stupid castle-thing really does grant wishes. No more Zim! [a happy and contented sigh that dissolves into giggling. like a little fucking girl. .__. ] Oh, oh! Do you think that next it’ll get rid of that annoying bee-hurling Eternian?

It should after all we’ve done for it... I mean, we haven’t even tried to blow it up yet. That’s more than most enemy planets can say. We should have monuments. [There’s some glugging noises like someone’s chugging the shit out of his champagne. This is not what you’re supposed to do with champagne, but whatever.] Augh. Headrush. [He clears his throat] I guess I can settle for it sending our enemies to meet a grisly fate. Even if it isn’t as fun as watching. It’s nice not having to do... Any of the work.

[As their laughter and self-celebrating fades into gentle snickers, Purple leans back in his comfy chair, hands behind his back, thinking of all the swell Zim-free days stretching out ahead of them.]

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

[Awkward crickets]




Uh, what … now?

[There’s no response from Red’s end. He’s just staring into the void, although no one can see that, like suddenly he’s just received a revelation that CHANGES EVERYTHING ABOUT HIS LIFE.

...This might take some getting used to.]

♦ 010

[percepts.livejournal.com]

[ forward-dated to nighttime. ]

[ written in the journal is the following! ]

alis grave nil

[ she spent a lot of time copying the font, writing it big and inking it in, so she's feeling pretty proud. dictated: ]

I found this in a book of Latin phrases. It means "nothing is heavy to those with wings". I thought it was pretty.

[ she now starts drawing random little flowers and angel wings over the page. doot doot ]

Whatever was going on in town earlier is done now, right? This last month has just been waaaaay too hectic and dramalicious; I can't handle any more excitement in my life right now. At least, not that kind of excitement, you know?

[ if anyone wants to find her, she's out in the courtyard with her journal, wearing a jacket, just doodling a doodle. ]