XV.

[hellshaped.livejournal.com]

[Hellboy is standing at the entrance to the Gaudium Tower, trying to engage in conversation a slightly off-looking young man in a bellhop uniform. For his part, the young man is just standing there impassively, holding a tray of cookies and seemingly waiting patiently for Hellboy to stop talking to him so he can ascend the stairs.

Hellboy, however, isn't that patient, so he gives up after a few minutes, stepping aside and flipping open his journal to dictate into it.]

So did the ghosts all get laid off, or what? I kind of prefer them to these ... people.

[He pauses to warily eye the not-ghost as he carries the tray up the stairs.]

At least they had an excuse for being creepy and bad conversationalists.

[ooc. this is happening to the castle ghosts, in case you missed it. open over the journal, or in person if you're around gaudium tower!]

Eleventh Spell

[courageous-wit.livejournal.com]

[Hermione is sitting by the window of her room, pondering] So that was a loss? It was certainly strange... I wonder why some losses only affect one person while others seem to affect a group of people?

In any case, I'm glad that it's over.

( Former Light Warriors )

5 † ( dictated )

[descendent]

( filter: mystic falls except katherine pierce/katerina petrova and jenna sommers )

[ open to everyone except katherine pierce/katerina petrova ]

[ Sorry Katherine. You can troll later. ]

I need to be alone. [ Lie. She needs anything but to be alone right now. ] Is there any place here where I can find that? A room? Somewhere outside? Away from all of ... this. [ The castle is a bit much at the moment. ]

(no subject)

[optimystically.livejournal.com]

Hmm...... [So yeah, Maya is back from being a super bad!!!!!! heavy metal warrior. Doing silly deeds, ninja rolling into all spaces, playing her own background music... it was a pretty intense week. And now that she's walking through town with the journal in front of her- thoughts, Maya?]

You guys are pretty lucky that I'm a good guy, I would be a pretty scary villain! [she says it in a half joking/half completely and utterly serious tone] But I'm glad I'm back to normal! It was a lot of work being mad every day... I wonder if bad guys get ulcers because they're constantly freaking out? Although I guess you don't have to be a bad guy to be grumpy all the time.

Oh well, anyway! Now that I'm back to normal, I have a super important question to ask everyone.

I'm looking for people who have areally cool look, who can also play an instrument!

Do you enjoy touching the lives of other with your soft, sweet music? Have you always wanted to rock out in front of a crowd? Has your respective instrument started to gather dust in the corner of your room? If so, contact Maya Fey! You'll get a once in a lifetime opportunity to rock Paradisa's world!

(no subject)

[forgedinbattle.livejournal.com]

[Xena’s life is, on occasion, very strange. So when she finds herself suddenly transported to an unfamiliar place…well, it’s a more familiar situation than it would be for most people. What is unusual is that she’s standing on top of a kitchen counter, her right foot covered in someone’s meal (was it yours? Sorry about that.) She removes her boot from the middle of the odd dish, in the process knocking over the journal that appeared beside her. It falls to the floor, opening on the way down, and thus records her first words in this new world. And she doesn’t sound happy.]

Cute. Real cute. So which god is it this time? Ares? Seems a little dry for Poseidon. Look, point is I’m getting real tired of this, so why don’t you just come on out and we can get this over with nice and quick. I’m not a patient woman- I won’t play nice forever.

[She’s totally talking to the air with the not unreasonable expectation that whoever brought her here is lurking somewhere nearby, preparing a speech about how he needs her help to save the world (or wants her to return to the dark side, in the case of Ares). That’s how these things work, isn’t it?]

Chapter One- And So It Begins...

[thetrudger.livejournal.com]

[There’s a small groan from the castle lobby. Geoffrey Chaucer picks himself up off the cold stone floor, letting out a soft curse.]

Ow! What in the-

[He cuts off as he realizes he is entirely naked and stripped of all possessions. Sadly, this is not surprising for him. He sighs, looking around. Had he passed out? The last thing he could remember was gambling with those wretches, and losing. Again. He had begged them, told them Sir Ulrich (William) would pay his debts, if only they would ask. And what had happened? “I don’t have the money,” he had said. So much for finally making friends. Chaucer ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. Where was he now? He began to panic, remembering his time as a prisoner.]

Pardon me? May I have a word?

[Chaucer, after looking around, notices a plain journal on the ground. He picks it up and starts flipping through it. He notices his name.]

Odd…

[ooc: Here, Paradisa! Have a (naked) Geoffrey Chaucer! XD Feel free to come meet him/yell at him/blush at him/talk to him over the journals. He’s not shy, so he won’t be hiding his nakedness. He doesn't care he's naked.]

The Shindig (13)

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

[A squeaky yawn is heard over the journals.]

Oh, my... hello everyone... How long have I been asleep? I feel just like Sleeping Beauty! Heehee... Did anything happen while I was gone? I want to know everything and anything.

[She giggles a little, until she notices something's amiss.]

Huh? Where... please excuse me for a moment.

[She places the journal aside, and starts searching her bed. She can't find 'it'.]

What... where did it go? It couldn't have just slipped off! Where is it?!

[Suddenly panicked, she begins going throughout her room - pulling out drawers, throwing things out of her closet, searching under her bed, getting worse and worse. She sounds ready to burst into tears.]

Is this another prank?! This is just... just mean! Where is it?! Nooooo!

#1- Heaven or Hell?

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

[He's finally figured out that you can speak into the book to talk to people, after looking at is suspiciously for a while, and even poking it with his foot, because he doesn't trust talking books, period. Even less after HYDRA, He was sure for a while that he'd been captured by HYDRA again been dreaming. But then he remembered that he fell off the train and was probably dead. Shit. Which means that this was...]

Okay, so... this is Heaven. Really, it's not all it was cracked up to be. No fluffy clouds or female angels. Unless this is Hell... Actually, it's probably Hell. I'm not nice enough to get into Heaven. If so, whoever decorated did a really swell job. Staring at these stone walls for the rest of eternity sounds like punishment enough for whatever sins I have.

So... what are you people in for?

[ooc: Wait until Tuesday? Riiiiiight.]

[ETA: I'm going to bed. If anybody tags I'll tag them tomorrow.]

12

[wolfuncaged.livejournal.com]

[Fenris has awoken today to the familiar feeling that comes after being stomped on by an ogre. Now, this is a pretty regular feeling for a warrior, as they often get knocked about a bit and sometimes, indeed, get stomped on by ogres. Everything hurts and oh Maker why does it feel like his brain is about to explode out of his head?

Did he go out drinking last night? No, he’s pretty certain he didn’t. The journal picks up a sickly groan as he tries and fails to convince himself to open his eyes. No. Light would be bad. Dark covers and hoping for unconsciousness again is good. For a moment, he starts to achieve this, but is pulled out of it by the fact that something is licking his head. Just typical. You want to achieve oblivion and something always comes along to...

SOMETHING IS LICKING HIS HEAD. For a second, he wonders if Isabela’s got into his room again, but no. Her tounge isn’t that raspy. And she doesn’t purr. Much. This, sadly, means he has to open one eye to determine exactly what is licking his head and then somehow muster up the energy to kill it. There is a long, confused pause, before his voice gets marginally louder as he picks up his journal to speak into it]

...Anders why is your cat in my room? [Another pause] And why is it dressed in...

[And then, through the pained swirly-sloshy-achey-brain mess, all the memories of the past week rush in like that horrible night of drunken regrets. Except it was a whole week of drunken regrets, and there was no alcohol involved]

Oh vishante.

032 | Dictated

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[There's a breaking point where witnessing insanity stops having any effect on a person. They go numb to it. Spike reached that point about halfway between his old girlfriend and former partner going at it over ...magical light and darkness or whatever-the-hell that was about... and where he's at now: standing in the woods, looking at the backside of a Bentley sticking out of what was once a perfectly nice cabin wall. Judging from the cigarette pile getting headway on the leaves at his feet, he's been staring at it for a while, just waiting for the weight of everything he saw to hit him.

Nobody over the journal has to know any of this though. With any luck, nobody else was around to see it and he can move on to pretending none of it ever happened. -- For his part, he sounds eerily calm, considering the circumstances.]

So much for that.

( Brock )

( Crowley )

ooc: To sum up what's still being threaded: during the scout plot, evil!Julia burned Spike's room down, hopped in Crowley's stolen Bently, and was chased by good!Faye into the woods where she healed the darkness in her heart etc etc. and she crashed it into Brock's cabin. Nobody was seriously harmed, but Julia was taken to the clinic (as per normal over-reaction to these things). Hence what this is about;; Yep, that happened. Open for everything!

Cause we got one life to live, one love to give (Closed)

[daisy-wick.livejournal.com]

Who:  Daisy and Sweets
What: They're having a discussion about where they stand when it comes to their relationship here
When: 10/24
Where: Lance's room
Rating: PG-13 at the most

( Only one )

(no subject)

[housespecial.livejournal.com]

( Aigis )

[okay, now that he's got this journal thing mostly figured out... mysterious grumpy new guy will dictate a message.]

I'll keep this short. Who should I know about around here?