Home Sweet Home?

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[It was a small blessing to be in his own 'room' after the... well, horror might be to strong a word and it might not, but horror was the only thing to come to mind, of Felix's room. It gave him insights into his lover's mind he had not known and was not sure he felt comfortable knowing, if only because such information had been so harshly gleaned or for some other reason he could not admit. 

But for the moment he could be put out of mind as he stood on the balcony of one of two palaces, looking down at the forest. It seemed his room had been transformed into a large, floating island in the sky, separated into three parts. Beneath his eyes, at the base of the island in the sea of stars, lay a vast forest - thick and lush, birds sometimes flittering above the boughs. Further up as where he stood now, in a palace supported in the boughs and trunk of a single, massive tree and into the back of the cliff behind it, dripping fines and waterfalls misting from it. And the last part, higher than the palace he stood in now, was the palace from the Castle of the Moon, darker than his, somehow more foreboding, shrouded in a partial mist he to often thought to be to red for his liking. He did not go up there, knowing what waited, and not wanting to relive it. 

He turned away from the balcony, heading back inside the comfort of his home where tea waited and fruit and, in the corner, the way out.]

[ooc: The forest is Ashura's subconcious. The palace he is in now are his good memories and where the door to his room opens into. If you venture up into the higher castle, those are memories of war, so nothing pleasant. You can designate where you are/want to be and go from there. Have funs.]

it's all a bit too much...

[formersocialite]

Who: Vivian Volkoff and YOU
What: Vivian's headspace
When: 5th September
Where: Vivian's room in the Ira tower.
Rating: PG-13

( Vivian's room looks a whole lot different than it used to... )

two badges earned

[gotsmelledlater.livejournal.com]

Okay, okay...

Now that I figured this thing out, I think I should introduce myself. Uh, anyway, hi, I guess. I'm Ash Ketchum from the town of Pallet - though, I dunno if anyone knows about that, and this is my friend, Pikachu! [...who makes a nice happy, cheerful sound]

I'm still kinda new here, so I still don't understand everything, but -- I'm sure I'll be fine, even though Misty and Tracey aren't here.

[OR BROCK, who can cook] Uh, so if y'guys could help me out here, I'm still kinda confused about the whole 'magic castle' thing, and what goes on here.

(no subject)

[playdohsmash.livejournal.com]

[Posted up in the castle and recreated in the journals is the following:]



[Feel free to comment here or actionspam in the shop!]

⇒ 51

[whatialways_do]

Who: Max Guevara, Alaric Saltzman and YOU
What: Max’s headspace
When: Anytime throughout the plot
Where: Room 1616
Rating: PG
Notes: Prose or actionspam is fine. Just pick your poison.

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Scroll Eleven

[huffythedragon.livejournal.com]

[Spike's room looks remarkably like a library. A library, mind you, that's been carved into a tree. Branches reach out of the windows of the room, as if the tree itself has grown inside the space. In one corner sits a ridiculously large pile of gemstones. Feel free to explore, for now the little dragon is not home.

Instead, he's dragging a little cart full of gems toward Rarity's room. He knows she loves them for her outfits and, well, he can sacrifice a few gems for his ~lady love~. The fact she doesn't know she's his ~lady love~ yet is besides the point. When he gets to her room, however, it's ominously empty]

Rarity? I'm too late, he FOUND you!

[Unluckily, the journal is open to capture his distress. Good luck calming him down from this one]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[[ooc: Open or journal. Feel free to explore his room, too, he'll return there after his freakout]

forty-six channels

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[there is a door hanging open on the fourth floor]

( Room 407 )

(no subject)

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[It's snowing in room 405.

At first glance it looks as if the room is actually outside, and simply covered in thick, rolling, winter clouds. It's certainly expansive enough to be outdoors - every direction, even up, seems to go on forever. Those with vertigo may not want to look down, because a close inspection of the floor will reveal there isn't actually a floor, just some invisible force keeping one from falling into more clouds. Aside from all the emptiness it's rather pretty and serene. The snowflakes, which fall slowly into nothingness, aren't even that chilly.

The next most obvious thing about the room(?) are the shots, the bolts of coloured light whose shape resembles very large neurons. They split off and condense at seemingly random points, and they're all moving at different speeds. Some are sluggish, while others exist for only a split second. They're very pretty to watch, and they give off a strangely comforting feeling. In fact, the entire room gives off happy feelings.

... Which is the last notable thing about the room. Whoever enters will immediately feel the lights and the room radiating warmth and calmness. It's pleasant and almost affectionate, which seems a little weird, but affection is certainly preferable to dread, right?

Yuki is hanging out in her room, reading a book, like there's absolutely nothing unusual about any of this.]

♐ [HeadSpace]

[equestrian-envy.livejournal.com]

[DISCLOSER: Because even I, Equius mun, can be a shy derp with this ridiculous muse... Please don't take offense to the imagery that is going to be referenced in this head space room. I will link things directly from canon so ... keep in mind that the imagery, though blurred/censored, is still rather, nsfw. Now... Let me begin.]

[Why would someone so STRONG lock his door? he hasn't since that little gender problem a while ago, well, more of a gender and LACK OF STRENGTH problem, but ever since then the large amount of locks on his door have no been used, even now, an unlocked door is all that would be in the way of any wanderers into his room. Well, room, it can hardly be called such a thing now.]

[I suppose the first thing you would notice is exactly how quiet it is, so quiet you can hear your heart beat, your breath is louder then it's ever been, ever step, movement, sound, echoed, accompanying the chill that this cavern brings. Yes. Cavern. It seems this room starts off like a metallic lab, but the floors and walls soon warp into cold stone and dirt, dark with a purple to blue tint to the rough material making the cavern as a whole. But before you venture further into the cavern, why don't we take a look at the walls. They seem to be hung with a number of strange fine art pieces, each wall on either side as well as the wall the door you are walking through is set in, each image is in a regal, beautifully carved frame. Though they don't continue down much further, especially when the walls start to be made of hard aged stone. You do see a broken bow here and there laying on the ground as well, a rather sad sight to be honest.]

[Silence, quiet, that seems to be a theme as the cavern continues, and soon pale green light begins to shine from odd tubes inset in the walls of the cavern up ahead on either side, like capsules filled with green slime bulging from the stone in various places. Each clear tube is not only filled with a glowing green slime, but also various strange creations, most more robotic then biological, the mechanical machinery mimicking the various attachments connected to and ingrained in the walls and the tubes that seem to beat with a blue liquid, weaving in and out of the stone.]

[Further in, darker, except that green light, you finally would reach a large dark room, the only lighting is from various larger tubes set around the high ceiling-ed room and a high voltage light in the way back (where a figure is moving, it's later seen to be Equius), still a stone made cavern, shining with various contraptions and tubing running through the walls and far away ceiling like metallic veins, still beating with that deep blue liquid. In the middle of the room is a large statue, perhaps ten to twelve feet tall, carved in a white stone, something like marble. It's of a proud white centaur, built and standing with a towel over one arm and a platter with a glass on the other. It's a shining piece of craftsmanship, standing oddly in this misshapen cavern full of mechanical knick knacks and en-capsuled metal creations.]

[Upon further inspection you may find Equius, sitting at a rather large metal work desk, covered in blue prints and pieces of projects he's started, the walls near the work top are covered in more plans and designs as well as posters mimicking the ones that had been near the door starting into this cavern. He seems to be hard at work, occasionally moving to a large metal thermal hull (fridge) and removing a metal thermos from it, one of the many that fill the fridge as a whole. The thermal hull seems to be accompanied by many shelves on the wall near it, all holding what look to be perfectly folded, white towels, each with a well embroidered blue 'E' at the lower right corner.]

(no subject)

[loveablecoward.livejournal.com]

[After speaking with Spike (the dragon), they are both convinced one Pokemon trainer with a red hat (onwards referred to as The Creep) stole one Rarity. Courage (onwards referred to as The Neurotic) managed to convince himself in a span of two milliseconds The Creep might be targeting all ponies still here.

Thus explaining The Neurotic's mad dash through the halls of Paradisa calling for Fluttershy (onwards referred to as The Ponyfriend).]

Ohhh! FLUTTERSHY!

[He's being pretty loud. Oh and he's got random tufts of hair as if he was shaved and it started growing back in patches. The Neurotic does not look his best.]


((ooc: I am still on hiatus and have a test in two weeks so responses are likely to be slow. But this was necessary. And lulzy. And yeah.))

Sixth Cycle

[userless]

[Have you investigated Gibson's room yet? No? Why not?

It's a wonderfully dark place with no sun, a green colony carved into calcite-like rocks, pulsing like an emerald in the dark canyons. Off in the distance are two other gem-like vistas, the dark blue towers of Tron City and the stunning white crystal of Arjia City, home of the ISOs.

Approaching the colony, there are walls of sheer cliff and a few pathways leading to more residential areas. Although hissing, painful yellow pixelated clumps of virus-infected lands scatter around the place, there are more areas that are healthy and populated by scantily-clad, green-glowing Bostrumites. None of them seem to be much for conversation, repeating only a few lines--but then, they're only memories and representations, not like Gibson himself.

Gibson himself is in one of the generator rooms, smiling faintly at the falsified power output readings. He knows it's just a representation--Grid energy feels very different from castle energy--but it's as close as he'll get to home, and he's taking all he can get.]

acht; dictated

[whitecovered]

[Though he never really bothered to sleep in his room (he had no use for it after all), Weiss decided to visit his own room after hearing all the ruckus. And then he ran into...himself. A bit more different than he expected, but after hearing him out, he concluded it was definitely him.]

...Talking to yourself is quite strange. Moreso if they do not look the part.

[ooc: info is here. feel free to wander in and poke at it. Regular ol' book Weiss won't be too happy about it, but headspace human Weiss won't really mind. If anything, maybe poking at memories more will help him regain some.]

wheel; the eighth

[entailing.livejournal.com]

[it may well be a blessing in disguise that the room bearing Sayaka's name is located in a fairly unoccupied tower, for her headspace does not welcome visitors with friendliness.

( cut for episode 8/9 spoilers )

]

Leave. This is not a place you should be at.

[ooc: at work, tagging will be inconsistent. sorry about that!]

.oo1

[ratherskilled.livejournal.com]

Paradisa, is it? This certainly isn't where I expected to find myself.

[ Indoor swimming pools were seriously not a "thing" in Thedas. ]

first hymn ♫ what a sad song to sing

[ofhymns.livejournal.com]

[The journal picks the sound of a delicately-gloved hand flipping through the pages, and then a soft gasp as someone finds her name-- and her handwriting-- inside the journal.]

What kind of diary is this?

[There are voices coming from it. She waits for them to stop, and then, despite her reservations, reports in a cool and calm voice:]

This is Locrian Sergeant Tear Grants. If anyone can hear this message, please respond. My precise location is unknown. I request assistance in the form of information.

[A moment, and a sigh.]

I'll take this with me for now.

[Rather than wait around for someone to rescue her, Tear can be found wandering the castle cautiously, pointed staff in one hand, journal in the other. She has yet to see any ghosts, but as soon as she does...]

[ooc: Forward-dated to Wednesday morning ♥]

030

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

( Room 705 )

[If the puddle of water that has managed to spread down the hall isn't noticeable enough, the image of a very wet bounty hunter wishing up a hammer and nails, followed shortly with some enthusiastic hammering might be.

He sighs, and picks out a damp journal from his pocket. Spike had been avoiding... well, 'avoiding' isn't the right word, it was more like he was intensely focused on one very specific thing that drowned out the rest of the castle and all the nonsense that came with it. But he'd heard enough that eventually he just had to check what was going on. Must be what he gets.]

I didn't really like that bed anyway.


ooc: Trying something here;; This is how this post works: it's open to either going in the room, running into Spike in the hall, or over the journal (just mention in the subject which you're replying to). The man is Laughing Bull, an old shaman that Spike encountered from time to time, and you're welcome to talk to him for some deep insightful advice that may or may not make sense coming through Spike's mind. ... Also caution: you will get wet on this ride... :|

(Apologies for being so late to the plot! I'm just now catching up, so please don't mind me if you see some really late tags come in. :);;)