❀ forty-one unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

Fall usually meant new TV shows, but here it just means that the weather is going to be creepy nice for longer.

I almost wish I had a ... wait, no I don't wish I had anything. Castle, don't get any ideas.

[Harmony sighs, shifting in the seat she's seated on. She's feeling slightly disconnected and even sitting on the round poofy chair in the lobby of the tower isn't helping.]


Does anyone want to go for a midnight swim ... or a stroll, or something?



[Angel, Cordelia, Fred, Wesley, Gunn, and Spike.]

Is everyone still mad about the whole locking everyone inside the tower for a week thing?

seventh examination

[longaevus]

[ Room 609 ]

[ It had been a long trip around the castle, especially finding ways of keeping the young girl entertained. They'd been to the kitchen, the library (which hadn't lasted long due to its size) and after trying to find other places in the castle Helen had eventually taken River back to James's room where it would be easier to keep her in one place until her parents found her. She was definitely feeling more than a little out of practise ]

River?

[ Mischievous was definitely the word for her ]

[ Amy & Rory Pond; written ]

I found River wandering through the castle. I've brought her to room 609.

[ ooc; backdated to september 10th. I know I just posted hiatus too, sorry guys :( I'll try and get this on my phone ]

twentieth phase [ dictated ]

[walkinthruwalls]

So I've been here seven months and one week. I never thought that seven months could pass so quick, although there's been a lot happening to keep me busy. I wonder how much longer I will be here.

How long have you been here?

[ Filtered to Paradisa kids/teens. Under 21's? ]

I was wondering if anyone wanted to get together and do a big group thing? Movie, swimming, beach... I think there's still bowling here. I wouldn't mind what we did but I thought it could be nice.

Talk amongst yourselves? And it can be a frequent thing too. This place needs a little more fun too.

[ ooc; I know I just posted hiatus but for the filter don't let that stop you! Threadjack and discuss and go crazy :D ]

╬ twelfth bite; it's a long way back

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

[ Stefan is dictating. He's also looking at the ceiling of Lexi's and his room. He doesn't exactly know where to start, what to say. First thing's first, he has a few locks. ]

( Elena Gilbert )

I'm sorry for staying away. I've been with Lexi in her room taking things one day at a time. Are you all right?

Also, Lana wants to meet you.

( Damon Salvatore )

Wesley offered to craft synthetic blood. You vehemently opposed this. I didn't agree to it. What I want to know is why you oppose it. What if it can really help?

( Bonnie Bennett and Caroline Forbes )

I'm all right. I know you're worried. But, I'm all right. I'm not lying.

( For Those Who've Spoken With Him Before But Filtered away from Team Angel )

It's Stefan Salvatore. I'm still here. I'm in Room 611.

[ If anyone still trusts him. ]

( Unfiltered all around )

It's Monday. [ And ... time to get up. ]

(no subject)

[iswaswillbe.livejournal.com]

[God—not dressed in white for once!—is in your city…grocery shopping?


Um…


…why…?]

3 ⚔ I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion ☭ dictation

[perspectiveguy.livejournal.com]

Funny thing about throwing a picnic in honor of you not going anywhere. You kinda have to actually throw it. So, consider the picnic inevitable but postponed. Or, evitable. Because, putting 'in' at the front usually means -- not. Right?

Also, I keep accidentally wishing. I think it and it just poofs. Now, I'm not the reckless wishing type. Experience taught me to just...not be. But, I really need to get a handle on it.

( Cordelia Chase )

So, I'd like to be a contributing member of Team Sunnydale-Los Angeles or what have you and I know you inherited Caritas. Any possible, maybe, openings? I'm dyin here, Cor. Magic castle's not as fun as it seems.

( Buffy Summers )

Camping? This was happening? It was spoken of. I assume we will have a camp -- we will camp -- campground races. Or something, camp related. Pretend everything I just said was oh so witty.

( Kaylee Frye )

So, we were friends and we did the kissing thing. Apparently. I'd like to, you know, build on the actual friendship thing first? Meet in person, maybe?

( Unfiltered )

Also, thanks everyone who knows me for not coming by my room during that insanity.

( Lance Sweets )

...Thanks.

Thirtieth Issue - The Sea of Memories

[decibel-chamber.livejournal.com]

[Now that he's back in his human form, Jono finally has time to process all that's happened over the past month or so. Needless to say, he's got a lot to think about. Between acting the hero again, and genuinely enjoying helping out with the rescue mission at Riful's manor, to having his two best castle friends turn into delinquents that he had to help apprehend himself, to seeing a very real-feeling apparition of "Apocalypse" in his mind, he's not sure how he feels about himself. As is typical of Jono, he can be found in the music room, surrounded by pale blue clones wearing the same thoughtful expression he is, all playing a song he's been working on for a while. When he finishes, he turns to his journal, his voice quiet, introspective.]

[Filtered to his friends (Kitty, Galadriel, Mark, Nora, Fluttershy, John Egbert, and Delirium)]

Been crazy lately, hasn't it? 'Tween all that business with Riful, havin' th' castle put our heads on display...I dunno 'bout you folks, but I'm bloody exhausted. I'mna be down at Caritas today, if anyone wants t'catch up. Haven't been in t'work in for too long, an' even though I know Lorne's gone home, I feel like I should still try t'do th' job he hired me for.

[/Filter]

[Later on, he'll be found down at Caritas, alternately going on up stage and playing songs that reflect his mood, and tending bar. He's got his journal open, listening to the chatter of the castle when he's not making himself deaf from his playing.]

017

[ofmywill.livejournal.com]

[ Ah, another beautiful day in Cair Paradisa. It took a few days for Minato to calm down after that triple threat of trauma smashed its way through his defenses- brought into delinquency via his own hidden anger, his soul and fate laid bare for all to see...then his ice-cream flavour tasting like nothing more than Slurpee blue.

Arguably, the worst insult of all.

But today, after a quick jaunt to the city - his first time since that punk of a loss - Minato finds himself sitting in the lobby, a piece of paper in his hand. It's surprising beyond measure: they burned down entire shopfronts, smashed countless windows, caused destruction up and down the main shopping strip-- and nobody stopped them, but for two heroes at the end. Sure, Nora had been arrested, but the serendipity of it all still struck the boy as strange.

So here he sits, thinking over how easily people forgive, staring off into space across the lobby. He'd gone into apologise to some owners, and even they'd seemed dispassionate, uninterested, simply packing up the pieces and going. Then this: a job offer from a music store he'd frequented, part-time starting next week.

Some place, this castle. He wondered if he'd ever get used to it.

Minato glanced to his side, at the journal, and retrieves a pen from his jacket to scribble something down. ]

Have the townspeople ever gotten really angry?

Twelfth Flutter

[3-butterflies.livejournal.com]

[Dictated]

Um... excuse me... I'm sorry for bothering you, but, um, I was just wondering, if... if I could get a job somewhere... anywhere... If anypony wanted some help... I'm good with animals... and I can fly... I think that's all...

[Action]

[Fluttershy is walking around town, seeing if there's a job by peeking into windows of every building she comes across.]

Vriska: Be the gamblignant.

[thiefoflight.livejournal.com]

[You know who is taking this day to scamper about the cast grounds, a cutlass in hand and full pirate gear on?

Yeah, some weird troll girl with horns and stuff.

Her long blue coat is flapping while she practices moves with her blade, swiping at invisible enemies and making a general LARPtastic sounds-- suffice it to say, her skills have the moves down, but obviously they have room for improvement.]

You know what I miss? The awesome world or whatever we went to, the one with the ships and the adventure and the sea! Why doesn't that happen more often? I mean, that's the kind of excitement that is clearly the best!

You know, unless you are a slime-snivelling grub who just can't haaaaaaaandle it!

[There's a wicked little laugh as she leaps toward the duckpond with a growl, subquently startling all the ducks and even getting a puddle splashed ever so slightly on the pages of the journal she has tossed aside.

What a weird kid!]

<sub>(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN! Through the journal, in person-- she will be anywhere and everywhere on the castle grounds, maybe even trying to "pillage" the shops in town (by window shopping)-- in the pond, in a tree, within some bushes, in the air........

oh, guess I have to go to work now. tags in like, 4ish hours or so!)</sub>

7 ∆ i solemnly swear that i have four legs ( action/dictation )

[toerags]

Merlin's beard, I have missed you!

[ James Potter is talking to his legs, of course. Being stuck as a stag for a good two weeks was fun for a little while, but every time he wanted to eat or drink or simply talk to people he was unable to. ]

[ He is admiring his legs for quite a while. His love for them could rival that of his hair. Then he realises his journal is open. ]

Oh, you know, you lot aren't very nice to stags. What'd they ever do to you? Don't think they bit you in the arse and called it a day.

Tried to say hi to a few of you in the garden, but, dunno if you saw me or if you've got something against the antlers.

[ If you do, he's very offended. He's the nicest stag he knows. ]

[ James is in his room, having turned back into himself a few minutes prior in the garden, and walked back to his humble abode on his two legs rather than four. ]

[ And now he's on his way to the kitchen. He's starving. ]

Could really do with a tankard of Butterbeer right now.

( ooc: James returning from hiatus. Open for talking through the journal or bumping into him on his way to the kitchen or at the kitchen! )

thirty-ninth labyrinth

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

[filtered away from First-Gen's and associates]

Perhaps this is a little presumptuous of me, but does anyone have anything intention of completing our trade with the Outsiders?

Because personally, I think it would be in our best interest to do before we try exploring again.  Lente seemed to think it was a good idea, and I am inclined to trust in her wisdom.

Speaking of which, bribing them might also help confirm whether or not they actually did her any harm after our last visit. Or have you all forgotten about that?


( Dextera )

( Chimera members )

Loss Start [Dictated]

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Shinichi flips through the journal in disgust, before raising his voice and addressing his room.  If this was another one of his mother's pranks he was sure they would have bugged the room to catch his reaction.  There were probably cameras as well.]

Oi.  This isn't funny, Mom.  Haven't you had enough of these ridiculous pranks already?

And why do I have Dad's glasses?

[He sits and waits for a few moments to see if his mother would  reveal herself. Eventually he sighs and ventures out of the room.   Really, it was so annoying when his parents did this sort of thing.  Why couldn'they be more serious? 

He leaves the glasses behind.]

𝛃 - 029

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[Kat's out on the grounds by the Falcon and the temporary hangar. She's going over schematics, her journal, data pad, and helmet nearby, and scratchings can be heard as she makes notations. She's also got three more finished projects on a workbench; two jetpacks that she'd been working on recently, and a shotgun that she'd whipped up one night when she couldn't sleep, thinking about her team that she'd seen recently during the room changes.]

Doubt you'll ever hear this from me again, but I could use a quiet week.

Filtered to Lance Corporal Dante

I've got your jetpack finished, if you want to come give it a test. [She also needs to go over a few things, since she forgot to adjust the schematics to accomodate for a non-Spartan]

End Filter

Filtered to York

You have any building experience? I'd like your opinion on something. [That, and she has something to give you, but right now the schematics are taking precedence.]

End Filter

Filtered to Was


[[ooc: Open post, open journal!!!]]

OPEN

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

Who: wearethemeta and whoever is crazy/unlucky enough to bump into him
What: Trolling the hallways
When: Tonight
Where: Anywhere in the castle.
Rating: Right now? Nothing. Will edit because, lol, it's Meta.

( Read more... )

74 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

[Now that he‘s finally gotten his attention, he‘s leaning forward in the chair he‘s placed before the cell, elbows braced on his knees, staring hard at the figure that not too long ago cut an imposing figure] Do you know who I am?

[His eyes finally meet the other man's, half lidded in both exhaustion and impatience.] Of course I know who you are. You were nearly one of Frostmourne's own.

Now we are getting somewhere. [He doesn‘t really expect much of a response out of this, he‘s just goading him] And this is what they’ve chosen for you? Sit you here to rot?

[A soft grunt -- he doesn't seem at all phased by the insult.] I suppose so. Nobody seems to be interested in sharing details with me.

[That‘s alright, an argument isn‘t really what he‘s after. The conversation is what he wants] Your own fate no longer concerns you. Does that not bother you?

Scroll Twelve

[huffythedragon.livejournal.com]

[Anyone in the courtyard today will see Spike sitting down, a pile of scrolls beside him. He picks each one up carefully, turning it this way and that, before taking a deep breath and blowing his green fire on it. Rather than set alight, the scroll seems to meld with the flame, sparkling almost as it gets carried off on the wind.

Once he's done with his pile, he opens his journal]

Okay, so I'm finally trying out my magic, but I don't know if it'll work without the Princess. So if any of you find a scroll magically appearing in front of you, let me know, 'kay? Then maybe we can see if it'll work the other way.

...Man, I hate the other way. [Burping up magical paper is about as fun as it sounds]

[[ooc:Anyone is totally free to have noticed a scroll appear. He hasn't specified a destination, and he's sent a few of them, have at. Also totally open to anyone in the courtyard]

➳ 7

[daine.livejournal.com]

[Out in front of the castle is a young woman who appears as if she has a bit on her mind. She's sitting on the grass far enough away from the entrance that the occasional wandering animal or two ventures over to visit with her. Castle pets or random strays, it's not a problem.

As she lounges, idly stroking a random cat behind the ears, Daine reaches behind her, feeling around for her journal. Soon enough, it's located and opened for another round of 'idle chatter'. Yayyyyy?]

Myths, legends, folklore... things that aren't supposed to be real. Sometimes they do exist, but they're forgotten, passed down through stories and tales for so long that the reality of them is dismissed as fantasy, the original experience so far gone it's seemingly impossible to recall.

Other times, the details are distorted by the one telling the tale, be it for dramatic effect or to get a message across. [Her voice changes, sounding as if she's about to recite some incredible work of prose that starts with a disclaimer.] 'There's a moral at the end of the story, a lesson to be learned from this, so listen closely...'

[Daine pauses, voice falling back to her previously mellow and slightly curious tone.]

Ancient and all powerful artifacts, a hero who braved the great unknown for the glory of his kingdom, creatures so fierce that not even the sharpest blade or most forceful spell could bring them down. It sounds like a lot, doesn't it? Though, I'm sure most worlds have something like this, right? You don't have to be a child to enjoy the thrill of such tales. [She's silent for a little, journal only capturing the purr of the cat in her lap.]

What sort of stories are present in the worlds represented here? Fact or supposed fiction, I don't mind. I'm curious to hear what's out there.

[OOC: Sharing time is now? :D? Open journal or in person, whatever.]

95.1 - song lyrics with relevance go here

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[for anyone sitting around with their journal open? the sound of Leonard Cohen's smoky drawl, the crack and hiss of a fresh can of soda, the creak of a desk chair, and the rustle of pages ... all are standard signs that it's Monday night at 10 PM and a certain teen is about to let his mouth run...]

First off, let's thank Nepeta for putting something new up on CastleNet. I think it was starting to gather dust. As for everything else, I really think this place has a preoccupation with food. First ice cream, then we get cake batter floods. All our new people? Yeah, I'm looking at you, Kasuka, Jet, Jenna, Marian, and Asch... you might want to start putting your heads together to come up with the Paradisa Diet so you don't gain the castle equivalent of the Freshman Fifteen.

[he snorts, dismissively] But really, is that all we've got goin' on around here? Gastronomical bullshit? You guys, every single week for nine months now, I've been telling you to get your heads out of your asses. You'd think we'd give birth to SOMETHING interesting, but I think around the fifteenth case of "Ohhh, it's just that wacky castle", we had an involuntary abortion! So come on. Let's get something done! Screw around, see what takes root. Think up the craziest thing you can, and just get it out there! I don't care if all you can think of is streaking through the lobby with your socks hanging off your ears, we gotta throw some life back into this place! Or I'm gonna have nothin' to talk about. And when I don't have anything to talk about, folks, it gets dangerous. That's when I start amusing myself and making you listen.

All.

Night.

Long.

So GET TO IT, YOU GUYS! Let's make something happen! [and for good measure, he'll blast this over the journal. enjoy your weekly dose of music, Paradisa.]

[Peace Patrol, particularly Lois the Bosslady]

In case any of you missed the memo, Tesla's out. What're we doing about the other prisoners? Any word?

Ninth Party

[elementoflol.livejournal.com]

[The sight of a pink pony outside the castle may not be an odd one now, but this pink pony is much... smaller than is usual.

A scant couple of feet high, with straight mane and tail instead of the usual bounce, and a very blank flank; this Pinkie Pie has a serious expression and seems rather quiet.

She's slowly nudging rocks towards a pile by the front door of the castle, sound of hooves coming over the journal with none of their usual bounce.]

[ooc: Start of the loss as tiny Pinkamina Diane Pie. Open over the journal for hooves, or in person at the castle entrance. Please excuse icons just being of her normally, this is what she actually looks like now.]

(no subject)

[videres.livejournal.com]

( private )

[ --the journal opens to a gust of wind, something (or a good number of things) shattering loudly and a rather undignified shriek from someone familiar. Okay so she may not be as good as she thought, but everyone makes mistakes right? ]

Dammit. [ Shards of glass and mirror are scattered around her, the sword is now wedged in the floor. She glances around both startled and annoyed, unaware of the journal being opened. ]


(ooc; open like an open thing. over the journals or anyone loitering around on the second floor. all her windows, mirrors and other glass objects have shattered. tis quite the mess.)