t h r e e

[ofkirkwall.livejournal.com]

( hawke's merry band of misfits )

( carver )

The dwarf is gone... well he's been gone for a while, must've forgotten to mention it with the whole castle taking a giant camping trip to Crazyville. [ A pause. ] Figures Varric would be the first to make a break for it. [ Now who is going to listen to her moan about things and turn them into ridiculous stories? ]

Anyway... know of any good caves around here? Haven't had a decent cave adventure in a while.

[ closed ] i'll wait for you there like a stone.

[wield.livejournal.com]

Who: Angel and Buffy
What: Buffy's feeling a little blah and hasn't seen Angel in a while.
When: probably sometime earlier this week.
Where: Angel's room.
Rating: idk, it's Buffy and Angel anything can happen.

( in your house i long to be )

╬ thirteenth bite; i will survive

[historyrepeater.livejournal.com]

( Katherine Pierce )

Even if you didn't hear the entry as it went live, I'm sure you've all ready learned that I arrived here from a time before you. [ A different when as Caroline put it. He takes a breath, mulling over what he's about to say. ] We should meet. I'll put all my cards on the table. [ Like that'll actually happen. But, he'll feel better about Elena being here if he sees Katherine face to face. That, and he has to do something about Alaric. ]

( Elena Gilbert )

I was a rabbit. Literally. What have I missed? [ Another pause. ] Things seem to be quiet minus Katherine showing up. Want to have a night to ourselves this week? Just you and me?

( Damon Salvatore )

I'm going to try and meet with Katherine. The castle thinks it's having fun by shacking her up with Alaric. Maybe I can do something about that.

( Lexi Branson )

I think it's best next time something happens to let everyone know. I know you were...protecting my pride but, Elena and everyone should know [ ... ] when I'm turned into a rabbit.

( Alaric Saltzman )

Katherine. Is living with you. You should move out of your room if you can. I moved out of mine and into Lexi's. Ignore the nameplates.

( Everyone )

And just like that it's coming up to the end of October.

[ Stefan can be found at Death Match. He's been avoiding The Lux - and everything else ever for weeks, But, he's nursing a glass of whiskey.

When not there for an hour, he's wandering the castle grounds. The fresh air is good for him. ]

dorky as fuck

[supes]

[Clark had woken up this morning in the exact same way he usually did. He had gotten up, showered, gotten dressed, had breakfast with the fiancée, fed the dogs, all those good things... but sometime in the early afternoon he experienced a vast change in thought process. For some reason -- which surely had nothing to do with the castle -- he decided to change into a nondescript navy suit with the world's most boring tie, and don those thick-rimmed black spectacles he had kept in his room for so long but not bothered wearing all that often. He certainly looks a little different –– part of it is the suit being one size to big, masking his bigger build as being a lot more out of shape, and the other part is the hunched shoulders, the ridiculously quiet demeanor, and the fact that he's no longer going to be meeting many eyes.

And the armful of books doesn't help. For some reason he decided to return all his library books today, and they're stacked precariously in his arms. It's like the bumbling idiot doesn't know how to move in his own body.

Bump into at your leisure, residents of Cair Paradisa.]

first smiting ⇝ written

[letmetouchit.livejournal.com]

I was told to write in this book, I've yet to have the compulsion to do so but find myself curious as to why the book is able to articulate the thoughts of others. Or even goes as far as being able to mimic their voices.

My arrival here was presented with little warning and even less understanding about my current surroundings.

This haplessness doesn't bode well for the things I need to tend to back home.

Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[As night falls, silhouetting the castle in shadow, a tiny form can be found standing on the path outside. Mouth agape, she's got her head tilted back as she stares in wide-eyed wonder at the building in front of her. Clutched in her hands, a forgotten book (which, unbeknownst to her, happens to be her journal) dangles open, pages swinging in her careless grip.]

Woah...

[someone's not in Tyson, anymore.]

[Loss start! Feel free to find her outside the castle, bug her over the journals or, if you'd prefer, find her once she starts exploring. Because she won't stand still for long]

Case 9: The Amazing Device

[jamesholmes.livejournal.com]

What? What is this?

[And with that voice is this music playing repeatedly.]

Wait, so I have to choose, one of them...I see now...

[...James is playing Satchel Monsters Aqua Version, on a Game Boy Color so he could see how it works while he messed around with it. No he doesn't know what he's doing.]

Alright, fire, water and...wait grass? Grass isn't an element, just where does that bloody come in?

[And yes he's arguing with the game, talking at it really, oblivious to the fact that he left his journal open as he tries to play this game. So all of you can hear his dilemma about picking his starter.]

And there are more creatures in this bloody game so why only three to choose from now? Surely it would make more sense to have more variety.

[And while you are all being given this narration through the journal, James is seated in the game room, dressed still as his proper Victorian self, attempting to figure it out. In fact there is also a half taken apart laptop nearby as well, he's been busy.]

➹.20

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[Today, Alleria is seeking refuge among the branches in the courtyard. Ordinarily, she finds pleasure in being outdoors, of course, but the mountains of leaves are not very conducive to taking thoughtful walks.

Instead, she sits high up in a tree, legs hanging off the edge of the limb, taking a whetstone to her sword. The journal lies open next to her, and it may pick up a few minutes of rhythmic scraping as she sharpens the blade in silence, mulling her words over before she speaks them aloud.

Tender emotions were not a thing that came easily to a Windrunner, after all.]

I have been here over a year, trapped in this place. I have seen allies and enemies alike come and go, and still others have stayed here, as I have.

I am sure this is a question that is asked frequently, but I still wonder: what is it that keeps some here, while others are expelled? Does the castle grow bored of us after a time? Does it give and take our loved ones so freely so as to make us hurt? Is it even capable of such sentience?

[A pause, and the scraping sound stops as she examines her blade.]

Will we ever get answers to these questions, or at the very least find someone who can give them to us?

[paradisa scouts] this is the final showdown

[encourage]

Who: Anyone at all, particularly if affected by shards of Darkness, or one of the Light Rock Warriors.
What: The forces of evil gather to face off against good, and be defeated! Not that they want to. Not that they even need forces of good there to defeat them, in the end. Captain Paradisa may or may not be involved.
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Somewhere Setting Appropriate
Rating: PG-Ridiculous.

( Read more... )

-1-

[fatedtobehated.livejournal.com]

[Today, there's a new face exploring the castle with a curious expression on him; a young man casually dressed with a casual stride about him, almost as if he was completely bland and uninteresting. After a little while he eventually stops for a break, stopping at the edge of a staircase and sitting himself down upon the top step, placing his journal down beside him. ]

"Ahhh...this place doesn't look familiar at all. I haven't even seen anything that looks like home outside either. I think I've been taken to a faraway place."

[There's an odd sound suddenly, like a gust of wind blowing through the surrounding area and following it this curious young man looks much tougher and aggressive, his hair brushed back with a single crimson lock of hair streaked through the once solid mass of hazel hair.]

"Oi Oi, Ryotaro, don't'cha mean us? Don't tell me you've forgotten me already?!"

[His voice even lacked it's soft and polite tone now, loud and powerful as if this were a completely different person. Oddly enough, however, he seemed to be talking to himself.]

["Momotaros! Talk goodness, I thought I was alone here...it's good to know that you're with me."]

"Cheh, nice ta' hear...but didn't ya' notice Ryotaro? Somethin' strange is goin' on here, an' I don't mean the sudden change a' location."

["Ah? No, I can't say I've noticed anything out of the ordinary.."]

[The sudden "Whooosh!" noise returns and now, the young man's hairstyle changed once again, with a pair of black framed glasses appearing upon the bridge of his nose suddenly. His voice even changed once again, returning to it's soft spoken manner yet it was suave and charming as opposed to meek and quiet.]

"I think what Momotaros is trying to say, is we can come and go as we please. You're taking a back seat right now, whereas Momo and I have just taken control by ourselves without your consent."

["H-hey! Ya' stupid turtle, whaddya think yer' doin'!? Don't just interrupt me like that. I ain't through talkin'!"]

["Urataros...I think you may be right. I hadn't noticed, but now that you mention it, I don't seem to be able to force myself back into control either...what do you think this means?"]

["Hey, hey, hey, come on! I was the one who noticed it first!....aghhhh, forget it!"]

[So there you have it; a guy sitting in the middle of a staircase talking to himself, who every few seconds seems to be acting like a completely different person, even arguing with himself every once in a while.]

[Open in journal and in person in the lobby]

[lonenoble]

[This isn't been remotely what she'd been expecting to have happen. Not by a long shot. She knows it is only a matter of time before it finally happens. Alone, with all of the Covvies on Reach... It is just a matter of time before the deathblow finally falls. She knows death is coming. But she doesn't regret it.

She just watches on her back as what should be the deathblow starts to fall.

Suddenly, the scenery changes. The Elites vanish. She's indoors. And instead of Reach... It's an unfamiliar room.  A lobby of some kind.  But she's injured. Her helmet is nearby on the floor. And she's gasping for breath as she tries to deal with the injuries from the Elites that she'd been trying to hold off.  When she finally manages speech, it's rushed.]

How did I get here? What's going on?

─ one hundred & twenty-seven

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( crowley-san )