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[bonniewitch.livejournal.com]

[Have a Bonnie in pjs, raiding the freezer of the kitchen. What is she looking for at one in the morning?

Ice cream.

She woke up with a craving for it and instead of just wishing for some ice cream, Bonnie found herself heading to the castle kitchen. It reminded her of what she used to do back home.

After locating the tub of ice cream, Bonnie closes the freezer before grabbing a spoon and then sits on one of the stools by the table. The flavour is cookie dough and it tastes really good.

It won't last very long at this rate.]


((ooc: open like an open thing! :3 /replies will come tomorrow when I'm more awake))

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[huntersdaughter]

Who: Jo Harvelle Max Guevara, Alaric Saltzman -- and SOMEONE?
Where: Corner booth at the Lux.
When: Late, a bit before/after closing. Mostly after this conversation with Sam.
What: Drinking. Lots of drinking and feeling like shit.
Note: ANYONE is welcome. PROSE or [SPAM] is a-okay with me.



It wasn't as if she hadn't considered things with her and Sam different, but she never thought of it as weird. She never wanted to be something Sam could just discard like that. Everything, everything she'd been through - that he'd been through... she just thought that he was getting better. Maybe better was glossing it over too much.

Jo's hand moved to cup to the glass she'd emptied, staring at the ridges at the bottom of the glass. Her other hand grabbed the bottle, nearly half-way empty by now, as she poured herself another drink.

If she wanted to get technical, really get down to the line, she had died for them. She had stayed behind so that they could get a run at Lucifer and then it didn't even work. Her mom died and it was for nothing. If anything it should be weird for her to be around them. Sam had been possessed and tortured her. She forgave him and they moved on.

Maybe being with him had been a mistake from the start. She knew that getting in with Dean would've been a ticking time bomb, but maybe that was what she needed. Maybe she needed something that had an expiration date so that when things got too difficult she could just pull the cord and be done with it. Then things could go back to the way they were.

Really, that's all she wanted. Things to be normal. Years of the road, of the hunt, of being alone or being the one left behind -- all she wanted was something that was stable. For the first time ever and what did she have? Something 'weird' with her ex, who she still considered her friend, another friend avoiding her because something was going on that he didn't feel like telling her -- and whatever it was had cut off the random fun things they had been doing when they weren't just hanging out and drinking.

What was her problem? Really. What had she done in her life that had made her this messed up when it came to relationships? Her folks managed to work out the hunt and the married thing. Her mom didn't really so much as look at another man after William passed. Yet here she was, last chance to have anything and she had nothing.

Nothing except this bottle of Jack and another empty glass.

Pouring another drink, she figured it was a start.

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[aviarius.livejournal.com]

[ Outside near the duck pound is a guy meditating, he sticks out like a sore thumb so it is pretty hard to miss him, though you may be wondering why.



Well... that is because there is an eagle perched on his head. ]

[Written]

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[The text appears slowly, in  deliberately childish letters with an odd precision to them.  Someone paying close attention might notice that they appear much more practiced than the writing this boy had used earlier in the week.]

Can anyone tell me the date?   I think I have lost a few days.

[ooc: Loss End.  Conan has no memory of anything that happened this past week.  Please, freak him out by mentioning Shinichi.  He has some damage control to do.]

~ thirty-fifth fairy tale

[too-fairytale.livejournal.com]

[so Amy's been thinking, throughout River's recent loss and after she woke up herself again, and has decided she might as well just air everything out in the open--partially keeping in mind her promise with Rory to not keep secrets from each other, and partially in hopes that talking about and acknowledging this situation might make it feel more... real, and less like a massive cosmic in-joke that she's not a part of.

Therefore, castle, you get a clearing of the throat before she starts speaking into the journal]

Hiiii, castle... Amy Pond here, making an announcement. Rory and I are--we're parents now. Surprise!

[she's trying to sound lighthearted. It is so not working]

As it turns out, River Song is our daughter. Now I know she's a big... girl... and can take of herself, but you listen to me: anyone who hurts her is gonna have to deal with Mum and Dad. Especially Dad. Rory knows how to use a sword.

So. Right! That's settled.

one hundred and seventy:

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[printed out very neatly in Lucy's handwriting is a simple list of names]

The Doctor
Harold Saxon
Jan Valentine
Peter Carlisle
Adam Monroe
Inara Serra
Peter Petrelli
Mort Rainey
Emerson Jayne

[below the list, she writes in cursive]

I miss you all very much.

not since I was younger

[i-neverlose.livejournal.com]

Who: Mindy (and Damian) and OTHERS??
What: Waking up... in the castle again.
Where: Their room.
When: Thursday. Early, early morning.
Notes: 666 AU Loss. It moved them to a shared room, but all of their respective "kid-stuff" would still be in their old rooms. So, feel free to run into her on the way to her old room. Or on the way to the kitchen. Or on the way outside. ANYWHERE.


( Good morning, Murder. )

I

[chosengigolo.livejournal.com]

[Dictated; tapping the journal a few times]

So this is some kinda communicator? That's why all the voices coming from it, right?

Okay. Glad we got past that!

[claps his hands together, it's a bit muffled because he's wearing gloves]

So! Who wants to explain to me what in the world's going on?

I'd prefer a beautiful woman with a sexy voice, but I'll take what I can get. ♥

sixteenth glamour

[thatsnotnancy.livejournal.com]

( Zelman )

( Minato )

Episode 79

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[lets out a sigh. He opens his journal to write] Must be that time of the year. Someone else has disappeared from the castle. If anyone knew her, Rory Gilmore is gone.

[after a moment of hesitation] A lot of people have gone home recently. There's a church in the castle if anyone needs it.

nine scoops of sorbet

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

[the journal opens up to Stocking letting out a content sigh as she eats some ice cream, and then silence. a few seconds later, there is the sound of paper rustling about, and she makes another content sound before turning her full attention on the journal.]

I wonder if that ice cream guy will come back with some new flavours. Hm... But, there were quite a number of flavours that were absolutely delicious! He can come back with those, too. [insert way-too-excited- squeal here] They were excellent. But, some of those flavours were pretty bad, though, and others atrocious. Especially the aftertaste, oh G— [verbal keysmash] —ugh! Disgusting, spicy, and some left me feeling like I was eating a human being. [you can't see her but she's shuddering now and making "ew ew ew gross" sounds under her breath]

Anyway, I tried every ice cream available and compiled a ratings list, from Best to Worst. Don't take any offense if you're in the Bad/Worst category.  You just suck as an ice cream flavour.

( oocly cut for your sweet, or sour, pleasure )

[ ooc; I took the flavors associated with each character from the ice cream ooc post. If you would like to see where your character would land on here, drop me a message! Oh, and hover over the names for their flavours! Ranking is sweeter and cleaner the flavour, the higher the rank.  Spicy = automatically lower. ]

BATMAN in PARADISA 2

[heirdom]

[It's disorienting, to say the least.

Damian feels like his memories were thrown into a dryer and tumbled for a good time. He can structure it all reasonably: his childhood, his adolescence, his adulthood, that first bout in Paradisa, back to Gotham, that delirious time in someone else's dream Gotham, and then...

Paradisa. Again.

It all feels... off.

He spends a good ten minutes sitting in bed, staring at walls and staring out the window and staring at the ceiling. He's back again, but he's older now; how much time has passed here? Are Dick, Stephanie and Tim still here? His mother? Mindy's here, he knows that much -- her things are in this room, and she has been moving his goddamn bottles around again.

He doesn't want to consider his position, though he's forced to. He's been so wrapped up in the upcoming gang-bust that he has put himself squarely in "work mode", and a week or more on "vacation" seems horribly unwelcome. He had crime to deal with, he had a momentum to keep, he had bones to break and lessons to teach and a city to save.

And now he doesn't have what was keeping him going.

He might have to rest and observe the chaos that is his life, without any distractions.

The thought chills him. If he wasn't stoned, he'd fly into a rage instead.

He should find Mindy, and find his family, and see how things are in this miserable old place.

So Damian showers for what feels like an eternity to delay things a little longer. Then he gets dressed in jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and a leather jacket, and crams a pill bottle in his pocket. He runs a hand over his head and notes to shave off the stubble later, as well as the stubble on his chin. For now, he'll be clean but unpolished. Story of his life.

And then he stalks the halls, trying to avoid looking surprised or otherwise unfamiliar. He's just another resident.]


[ooc: wide open :> ]

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[hesam-bb.livejournal.com]

[Hesam is in the clinic being incredibly sick.

If anyone is around, he's just sitting on one of the beds, wrapped up in a blanket with a bucket in his lap. He's trying to keep the noise level to a minimum though because he's gotten better at being a more agreeable patient.

When he has a chance, he'll flip open the journal and groan miserably before managing to write in it]


[Anyone who looked after or kept him company as a dog]

If you can read this, I just wanted to say thank you.

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((ooc: Hesam is back to being human. Also a good time for any of his friends to notice his disappearance for almost a month. And tease him.))

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[walkinthruwalls]

[ Today you'll find one Kitty Pryde in the hallway. If you see her mid-whatever she's doing she's just standing there. She's trying something new out, at least to her it's noticeable anyway.

So what is she doing?

Dropping through ceilings.

Something she doesn't really do much as... landing's trickier. She's done a lot of walking through the walls and a little bit of ceiling/floor work but she wants to practise her landing.

Because if you see her drop through a ceiling on one of her many attempts they're not always that graceful. Think jumping from something high and landing on your feet crouched - it's what she's aiming for anyway.

And failing seven times out of ten. She'll keep going, and bruise herself up a lot as she tries to perfect it. Clearly she needs to work on her center of gravity, eh Brock? ]

[ ooc; feel free to run into her anywhere in the castle provided it's in a hallway. and drag her off to the clinic if need be, some of those landings are tricky ]

abloo

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

Who: Sakura and Uru
What: AWKWARD DISCUSSION... Possible talk of violence and kidnapping.
When: earlier today? Let's go with afternoon.
Where: in the library of the castle.
Rating: PG to be safe.

( CUT CUT CUT )

38 - अड़तीस - On the cusp of October

[drugged-chai.livejournal.com]

Ah well at least we have Hesam back thankfully. I'm glad you're alright, if a little under the weather.

I truly can not believe we have reached the end of September already. I confess, the idea of halloween coming up in this castle is a little worrying. I've rather had my fill of horror.