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Sep. 17th, 2011
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gunnfire.livejournal.com[Watch your step, Paradisa. There's a black man just a little over 6'3", sitting cross-legged almost in the dead center of the lobby. His eyes are closed, his breathing is even, and - yup. He seems to be meditating.
Try not to trip over him -- or do!
(OOC: Loss start!)]
Try not to trip over him -- or do!
(OOC: Loss start!)]
justcharles.livejournal.com[Having finally found some free time, Charles and Fred had finally decided to stop putting off the date they'd been planning for close to a month. Wheeling himself out of the elevator, Charles wheels himself down the hall. He'd cleaned up as best he could, as he'd refused the help of the ghosts this time, but his was nevertheless smartly dressed in one of his nicer, non-professor suits, and clean-shaven. He's got his notes on Cerebro safetly tucked away in the bag he keeps strapped to his chair, and a whole speech planned out for introducing Fred to the possibility of extended psychic projection. When he reaches Fred's door, he reaches up, and gives three quick knocks.]
Fred? Are you ready to go?
Fred? Are you ready to go?
001 | i may seem crazy or painfully shy
Sep. 17th, 2011 01:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
secretshame[ well this... isn't what jenna had expected to open her eyes to after that half-hour nap. by the time she opens up the book she found, she's been wandering around for a little bit. this place is... huge and very weird. she's pretty sure she's dreaming. still. ]
What... the hell?
[ eloquent, jenna. ]
Stefan?
[ she'd be calling for elena, but for the whole elena, alaric, and damon are at duke today. they're kind of not in the area. ]
Okay, I'll bite: what's going on? This book's kind of cool, but seriously, does someone want to tell me what this is?
What... the hell?
[ eloquent, jenna. ]
Stefan?
[ she'd be calling for elena, but for the whole elena, alaric, and damon are at duke today. they're kind of not in the area. ]
Okay, I'll bite: what's going on? This book's kind of cool, but seriously, does someone want to tell me what this is?
checkbelowdecks.livejournal.com[Isabela is in the lobby, fussing over an unamused looking white wolf. And yes, she's carefully tying a rather interesting bandana around his neck. Maker only knows how long it'll stay there before he notices what it says.]
Alright, I need you to stay here and look cute. You don't have to slobber all over everybody but I'd appreciate it if you don't try to bite their hands off.
[[ooc: Extremely open. What better way to pick up chicks (or dudes) than by exploiting a friend's loss?]]
Alright, I need you to stay here and look cute. You don't have to slobber all over everybody but I'd appreciate it if you don't try to bite their hands off.
[[ooc: Extremely open. What better way to pick up chicks (or dudes) than by exploiting a friend's loss?]]
ofkirkwall.livejournal.comHello? Guys? This isn't funny, my birthday isn't for another two months. [ A sigh and she starts pacing, loudly. ]
Fenris? Isabela? [ Long pause. ] ...Anders?
Can someone tell me why I can't smell Lowtown burning anymore and when exactly did magic books become a thing? They would have been incredibly helpful six years ago.
Fenris? Isabela? [ Long pause. ] ...Anders?
Can someone tell me why I can't smell Lowtown burning anymore and when exactly did magic books become a thing? They would have been incredibly helpful six years ago.
33 - Family Days - 33
Sep. 17th, 2011 03:45 pmonemanshort.livejournal.com[If Para was a rollercoaster, Kaylee was currently at the top of the hill.
Mal was there.
Mal was there.
Everyone was safe and unharmed by the ice cream and headspaces and, miraculously enough, the tequila.
Tesla being let out was...unsettling...but the captain was in the castle, now. That sorta thing...it wouldn't happen again. He wouldn't let it. She knew. So she took comfort in that fact and did her best not to let it get in the way of a very good mood.]
It's too bad that ice cream truck couldn'ta stuck around. It was sorta shiny, even if there is somethin' a bit creepy about namin' flavors after folks.
Still...all these sweets and sittin'. I can't help feelin' I wouldn't mind doin' something a bit more physical. Anyone up for a game of some kind? Without havin' all of Serenity to run around, it's all gonna start goin' straight to my thighs.
( Mal, Zoe, Spike Spiegel, Fred, & Jack and John Marston )
Mal was there.
Mal was there.
Everyone was safe and unharmed by the ice cream and headspaces and, miraculously enough, the tequila.
Tesla being let out was...unsettling...but the captain was in the castle, now. That sorta thing...it wouldn't happen again. He wouldn't let it. She knew. So she took comfort in that fact and did her best not to let it get in the way of a very good mood.]
It's too bad that ice cream truck couldn'ta stuck around. It was sorta shiny, even if there is somethin' a bit creepy about namin' flavors after folks.
Still...all these sweets and sittin'. I can't help feelin' I wouldn't mind doin' something a bit more physical. Anyone up for a game of some kind? Without havin' all of Serenity to run around, it's all gonna start goin' straight to my thighs.
( Mal, Zoe, Spike Spiegel, Fred, & Jack and John Marston )onlyanapple.livejournal.com[The journal picks up a yawn and a flicking of pages as Crowley catches up on what he missed while he was asleep]
Okay, I've been asleep for a week and it could be residual drowsiness making me see things but... was there seriously a few days where everyone started to talk about ice cream? What happened, did everyone suddenly become trapped in one of those online dating questionaires? Did you all have how you like your eggs tattooed on your foreheads, too?
...I'm really starting to worry about the sanity level of this castle. I think you all need to take a moment to think about what you've done this week. Feel the shame, people. Feel the shame.
But, for curiosities sake, what did I taste like?
...
Nope. No way to not make that sound dirty.
Okay, I've been asleep for a week and it could be residual drowsiness making me see things but... was there seriously a few days where everyone started to talk about ice cream? What happened, did everyone suddenly become trapped in one of those online dating questionaires? Did you all have how you like your eggs tattooed on your foreheads, too?
...I'm really starting to worry about the sanity level of this castle. I think you all need to take a moment to think about what you've done this week. Feel the shame, people. Feel the shame.
But, for curiosities sake, what did I taste like?
...
Nope. No way to not make that sound dirty.
Nepeta: Show off your new-found skill.
Sep. 17th, 2011 08:12 pmrogueofheart[The journal picks up the sound of an excited Nepeta. She currently has Sollux by the arm and is pulling him eagerly toward one of the computer stations in their lab.]
--can't wait to show you! I worked really hard on it and I think it came out just purrfect. You are the best coding teacher!
Yeah, I know, I'm the betht coding teacher there ith. Can you not drag me along like thith?
Oops... Okay, here! This chair! Sit here, sit here! Are you ready to be amazed?
Or traumatized. [He sits down, warily.]
You're so silly! Readyyyyyy? [She drags the word out as she slowly reaches for the mouse and... click! Nyancat can now be heard over the journals.] Tada! Isn't it beautiful??
... Oh my god. [What the fuck is he looking at?]
I know, right? It's okay to be speechless. [giggling]
I teach you the thacred language of code, and thith ith what you do with it??
Uh huh! And look, I even gave you credit right there at the bottom of the page! [She points to the screen proudly]
You put my name on it?! Holy fuck, take it off!!
But then how will anyone know who taught me how to make beautiful webpages like this one? It's staying... furever!
I don't want to be a part of thith. [SO SERIOUS RIGHT NOW, NEPS.]
[SHE WORKED SO HARD ON THIS. Defiant Nepeta starts to come out.] It's staying and that is that.
WHY. [HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND...]
Beclaws, silly. It reminds me of what a good furriend you are! [This is the worst possible moment to hug him but she doesn't care. She does it anyway.]
[He just. Freezes. And then quietly and grumpily.] Fine. Keep it on. Jutht make it really really thmall.
(ooc: Green is Nepeta and yellow is Sollux. He taught her how to code webpages and she created THIS THING. Feel free to overhear their conversation or comment on the latest link that can be found on CastleNet.)
--can't wait to show you! I worked really hard on it and I think it came out just purrfect. You are the best coding teacher!
Yeah, I know, I'm the betht coding teacher there ith. Can you not drag me along like thith?
Oops... Okay, here! This chair! Sit here, sit here! Are you ready to be amazed?
Or traumatized. [He sits down, warily.]
You're so silly! Readyyyyyy? [She drags the word out as she slowly reaches for the mouse and... click! Nyancat can now be heard over the journals.] Tada! Isn't it beautiful??
... Oh my god. [What the fuck is he looking at?]
I know, right? It's okay to be speechless. [giggling]
I teach you the thacred language of code, and thith ith what you do with it??
Uh huh! And look, I even gave you credit right there at the bottom of the page! [She points to the screen proudly]
You put my name on it?! Holy fuck, take it off!!
But then how will anyone know who taught me how to make beautiful webpages like this one? It's staying... furever!
I don't want to be a part of thith. [SO SERIOUS RIGHT NOW, NEPS.]
[SHE WORKED SO HARD ON THIS. Defiant Nepeta starts to come out.] It's staying and that is that.
WHY. [HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND...]
Beclaws, silly. It reminds me of what a good furriend you are! [This is the worst possible moment to hug him but she doesn't care. She does it anyway.]
[He just. Freezes. And then quietly and grumpily.] Fine. Keep it on. Jutht make it really really thmall.
(ooc: Green is Nepeta and yellow is Sollux. He taught her how to code webpages and she created THIS THING. Feel free to overhear their conversation or comment on the latest link that can be found on CastleNet.)
030. Hot Dog
Sep. 17th, 2011 09:00 pmicarustattoo.livejournal.com[Good evening, Paradisa! Are you enjoying whatever it is you're doing? Well, that's about to be interrupted -- it's time for the journal to do that thing it does, wherein it falls open and picks up in the middle of a conversation.
The two people having a conversation happen to be Brock and Molotov.]
Just show it to me, I am sure it is not that bad.
You can't laugh. It's probably smaller than you're used to.
Brock, I have seen it before, you know.
[Stalling] Well, not up close ...
I would never laugh, Samson.
[SIGH] Alright, fine. Whatever.
[There is a pause.]
Hmmmmmm.
What. What does that mean, 'Hmm'?
[Hesitantly] I suppose... it is not so small...
What, are you kidding? It's tiny compared to my real one. This place sucks.
[Sigh...] Okay, da. It is tiny. But... well, everyone has a loss. I am sure you are not the only man around who lost something like this.
[Brock just grumbles, still feeling defensive and annoyed about the whole thing. It sucks! Everything is horrible.] Well, they probably don't use it as much as I do.
You wouldn't have used it that much here anyway. You barely ever use this little one.
Well ... it's the principle of the thing.
Poor baby. Perhaps you would feel better if you figured out some way to use this one creatively.
[Smirking] Creatively, huh?
Well, I can think of a few things.
[ooc. open over the journal!]
The two people having a conversation happen to be Brock and Molotov.]
Just show it to me, I am sure it is not that bad.
You can't laugh. It's probably smaller than you're used to.
Brock, I have seen it before, you know.
[Stalling] Well, not up close ...
I would never laugh, Samson.
[SIGH] Alright, fine. Whatever.
[There is a pause.]
Hmmmmmm.
What. What does that mean, 'Hmm'?
[Hesitantly] I suppose... it is not so small...
What, are you kidding? It's tiny compared to my real one. This place sucks.
[Sigh...] Okay, da. It is tiny. But... well, everyone has a loss. I am sure you are not the only man around who lost something like this.
[Brock just grumbles, still feeling defensive and annoyed about the whole thing. It sucks! Everything is horrible.] Well, they probably don't use it as much as I do.
You wouldn't have used it that much here anyway. You barely ever use this little one.
Well ... it's the principle of the thing.
Poor baby. Perhaps you would feel better if you figured out some way to use this one creatively.
[Smirking] Creatively, huh?
Well, I can think of a few things.
[ooc. open over the journal!]
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Sep. 17th, 2011 10:03 pmparadisamods[Ah, the town. Sometimes, sadly, a site of bloody carnage. Sometimes an idyllic if rather large hamlet where a castle resident can go to unwind, get a bite to eat, or find work. Sometimes, a site of weirder chaos than just plain violence.
Today there seems to have been a very unfortunate accident, on the latter note – an egg cart and a flour wagon have collided together, crashing into a sugar-and-chocolate store and the contents collectively, flour, chocolate, sugar and eggs, have somehow managed to mix and form a sludgy, battery flood that's washing over the cobblestones and lapping up over the ankles of the townspeople...
Children are grubbing around in the mess scooping up handfuls and eating it, to the horror of their parents. Innocent working folk are wading through the mess with it flooding their shoes. The street is in chaos! It's flooded with protocake! And the mess only continues to spread...
What better place for a confused resident to try and help, or make things worse? What will you do, Traveler? Help reunite confused children with their parents? Sample the cake yourself? Turn around and go back to the castle because fuck this shit? The choice is yours!]
Today there seems to have been a very unfortunate accident, on the latter note – an egg cart and a flour wagon have collided together, crashing into a sugar-and-chocolate store and the contents collectively, flour, chocolate, sugar and eggs, have somehow managed to mix and form a sludgy, battery flood that's washing over the cobblestones and lapping up over the ankles of the townspeople...
Children are grubbing around in the mess scooping up handfuls and eating it, to the horror of their parents. Innocent working folk are wading through the mess with it flooding their shoes. The street is in chaos! It's flooded with protocake! And the mess only continues to spread...
What better place for a confused resident to try and help, or make things worse? What will you do, Traveler? Help reunite confused children with their parents? Sample the cake yourself? Turn around and go back to the castle because fuck this shit? The choice is yours!]