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[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

Who: Peter Petrelli, and you...?
What: fun with insomnia
When: early 10/09
Where: the first floor pool
Rating: PGish? Open to anyone and actionspam is okay :D

( Can't sleep? Take a dip in the pool! )

Assassin's Rendezvous

[alltenfingers.livejournal.com]

[Ezio sends a written invitation to everyone who has been approached to join the order. It directs them to a small building on the edge of the city. It isn't the Assassin's Bureau but a small meeting place for this one group get together. He has a list of things planned and just hopes Altair approves of his rag-tag bunch of Assassin Recruits.

As much as they all seem skilled, in their own ways, they all need training of some kind. Even so, they're a varied bunch with useful abilities and he hopes they can be useful should the need arise.

For as important as it is to have an Order here, at least to Ezio, he feels as though it will serve as a distraction for them all and if the time comes that they're needed, they'll be ready.

So, he waits, at the meeting point, hopeful that things will go well.]



((OOC: Assassin's Meet Up! Join the party. I will tag around and hopefully tag everyone at least a few times. Anyone who was approached IC or OOC is welcome. Handwaving how they met Ezio is cool too. If you want another category added in the comments, poke me with a PM or on plurk.))

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[maldestre.livejournal.com]

Who: Princess Elena and You!
What: Loss shenanigans.
When: This afternoon. 10/09
Where: The kitchen.
Rating: So very G, unless someone has a potty mouth! Then maybe it'll change later. She is practically a Disney Princess, there is no swearing ever.

( someday my prince will come! .. oh, wait. )

two ❧

[maldestre.livejournal.com]

( Arthur Pendragon )

( Morgana )

[ her journal, which is open on the counter beside her, picks up the familiar sound (to some) of buttons being pressed on the microwave. don't worry! she won't blow it up. she's returned to the castle to find her room, even if she plans to stay with Arthur, Gwaine and Allen in the city. best roomies ever, yes? ]

I did not doubt him, but I never imagined there would be so many unfamiliar things here -- especially in the kitchen. While I can see how useful they would be to most, I think I would only get myself into trouble if I attempted to use any of the items here. If anyone would be willing to explain them to me I would be most grateful.

It would be beneficial to learn to use them, considering my living arrangement. A "hot pocket" is not a proper meal.

[ooc; As to not spam up the comm, there is a log over here should anyone want to help a poor princess out as she succumbs to her loss. She needs a hug.]

29th rhyme without reason

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

( Friends )

[The lobby has paper on the floor today along with a Rhyme. She's laying down on the ground, her ripped out sketches laying on the floor around her, kind of like a leaf pile. She's just doodling random things, it seems, while humming a little  tune over the journals. She's a bit off key, for anyone who might know the beginning part of this over the journal, but she doesn't seem to mind, as she's just having fun doodling away. She stops for a second, looking outside.]

I guess the trees have a lot to shed this year. It's kind of nice. I like autumn, since everything is so colorful. What about everyone else? What's your favorite season?

II

[chosengigolo.livejournal.com]

[dictated; ]

Okay, I get it, castle. It's fall. You can stop with leaves. It's starting to be a real hassle pulling them outta my beautiful hair all the time.

[he gives a very melodramatic sigh. His life is hard.]

Where are all they even coming from anyway? There aren't that many trees.

Are all the seasons this extreme?

i am ( 001 ) and what is this

[draping.livejournal.com]

[ doodles all over the page. a squiggle, a flower, a cat, a couple of stick figures frolicking. then, a name, in fancy penmanship: Gino Weinberg. soon, a line is struck through the name and is rewritten as simply Gino, followed by a smiley face!

there are a few thoughtful taps of the pen against the paper, and a thoughtful "hmmm," followed by a noise of surprise when the word "hmmm" appears in writing beside his drawings. ]

Whoa, how did it do that? Is this like that software that translates speech to text? That's such a trip! This is just a book, I don't see any computer stuff in it. Wow, look! Haha, that's exactly what I said, how uncanny. It even got my laugh in there! Neat!

[ he goes about being fascinated like this for a few moments, and then: ]

...but what is it for?

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[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Who: Gwaine and YOU
What: There's a shirtless man walking around that looks like this. What do you mean what?
When: Today!
Where: Anywhere in the castle and grounds you want except your bed
Rating: P for Pectorals (no really it's all family friendly fun unless someone with colorful language comes along)
Note: Tag yourselves in please! Action spam welcome if you prefer. ♥



Gwaine decided today was as good a day as any to look for his room in the castle and whatever may be in there he could take with him. Mostly it was just the need to get out of the house for a while. Considering he's been studiously ignoring Arthur, this means there was no one to help him through his loss this morning.

Thus he's wandering around shirtless.

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[nocushywill.livejournal.com]

Who: Robert Chase and OPEN!
What: Arrival and general wandering about!
When: October 9th, Sunday.
Where: Anywhere in the castle.
Rating: G
Etc: Action spam is a-okay. He's going to look for Jo at the gallery, but feel free to bump into him anytime before that.

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-68- Sleeping With The Television On

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[ever since she'd found that her room was right where she'd left it while seemingly the entire rest of the castle had rearranged and changed and shifted around, she hadn't spent much time in it. There was just something about the fact that it was still exactly the same, exactly how it had been for more than two years, that nagged at her.

As she comes back to water her plants today, she decides that she needs to focus on something new for a while. ...Or, something old, really.]

( Julia )

( Jet )

Case 8: Improbable Musings

[jamesholmes.livejournal.com]

((OOC: If you guys are Sanctuary fans and have not seen the Season 4 Premiere do not read the private filter cut as it contains spoilers. The comments may as well. If you don't watch the show, feel free to read and wonder!))

( [Private (Spoilers for Tempus) )

I find myself curious, for those of you with information pertaining to a friend's fate and future, how do you tell them? Or do you not and decide to, respect certain boundaries?  I mean here, and not back in your own world, though if you are in a similar position there as well, I would be interested in knowing that as well. 

[A little later James writes in two filters.]

[Helen Magnus]

I, need to talk with you pertaining to something, going on.  It is nothing life threatening, but, I would like your aide with it.

[/filter]

[Nikola Tesla]

My room, to work on it yes?  Or would you like to, change where we work?

[/filter]

(no subject)

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[anyone who wanders out onto the castle grounds tonight is free to notice that some of the larger piles of dry leaves are on fire. the flames seem weirdly contained so that they don't spread very far--which is a good thing, considering that otherwise the whole place would probably be ablaze in minutes. as the piles burn down, more leaves drop in to replace them like it never happened. but hey. things spontaneously bursting into flames at all is kind of weird. perhaps cause for concern!

but anyone with a bit of perception can find Zelman nearby, up in the branches of a bare tree or just standing around somewhere, out of the way, hands in his pockets. he's appeased enough, though he'd rather be setting something interesting on fire. like a building. or a person. people are so funny when they're on fire. C:]

There are 204 squares in total on a chess board

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

( Aziraphale )

( Faye )

[That done, Crowley sits back in his chair, for once in his own room, rather than trolling the lobby. He contemplates leaving it at that, but no. In a way...he needs to get an answer. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do, and, well, if Paradisa is good for anything, it's giving a varied perspective on things. He sounds his usual carefree self, almost as if he's asking out of boredom, but the truth of the matter is very different]

Question for you, people of Paradisa. If you had a chance to get back something important you lost a long time ago, at the cost of losing who you are now, would you take it?

001 [ dictated. | action. ]

[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

[Mai’s sitting in the lobby with the unfamiliar book open in her lap. It had her name on it, so it had to be hers, right? Tediously, she flips the page and quirks a brow.]

What a waste of paper…[her hand feels along the meaningless righting before she turns the page again, only now her attention has shifted to the walls around her.] What a waste of space…Azula? Ty Lee?

[An exasperated sigh escapes her lips as she sets the book aside.]

This isn’t funny. Someone tell me what’s going on…hello? [She gets to her feet and picks the book back up, noting the last page and blinking.]

…what’s going on?

19 blueprints -- dictated

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Ted was randomly fliipping through the pages of the journal before deciding to go back to the New Year; about five months before he arrived. He read around until an entry caught his attention. Brow drawn together, he read it, until a curious musing slipped out of him.]

Who're Flora and Goldfleck?

[The silence draws out for awhile as Ted scans what comments are there-- there are hints of noises in the background, which he assumes to be the people who hadn't answered the journal coming to see for themselves. After about five minutes, there's more flipping, and when Ted discovers the new page dedicated to him, a noise of frustration escapes him.]

Man, you really can't say anything around these things without it getting recorded somehow, can you?

Anyway, I was looking in the journals, and I found this page.

[The page number is quickly written into the book under his dictation.]

It looks like a lot happened. Did anything come from it? The people looking at the source of the power? ...Does anybody still have the necklaces?

[closed] there's a time to handle business

[compels]

Who: Lana Luthor/Lang & Damon Salvatore
What: Damon tries to warn Lana to stay on the down-low to avoid Katherine.
When: Sunday evening.
Where: Lana's house.
Rating: PG for now.

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