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[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

Who: Steve Rogers (valuedstrength) and Bucky Barnes (blue_sniper)
What: A little talk on the roof that they should have had about two weeks ago.
When: Right after this.
Where: On the roof
Rating: Erm...pg-13?

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17 PREMONITIONS

[kungfuwitch.livejournal.com]

[Phoebe's in her room, looking out in the direction that flare had come from. Something doesn't feel right. She frowns, they have to be missing something. She lays her hands on the windowsill and gasps suddenly, tensing as a premonition hits her.

Fire. She can feel the heat on her skin, the smoke in her lungs, an overwhelming feeling of...

She falls to her knees, gasping for air. Drenched with sweat, she scrambles over to the desk to grab her journal. At the last minute she remembers to throw up a filter, can't have the other side knowing they know, after all.]

[Filtered away from first gens, etc etc]

[She's breathless as she dictates]

Everyone, listen to me! I just got a premonition. Someone's going to betray us and...

[She turns away from the journal for a moment as she coughs, trying to clear her lungs. When she can breathe again she turns back.]

Fire. A terrible fire. [Her voice steadies, reflecting the confident passion she feels whenever she has a cause to fight for.] Anyone here at the castle who can fight, we need to organize, NOW. I don't know when they're coming but it's going to be soon. We all saw that flare, we need to be ready before they get here. I know not all of you know me, but please believe this. Something's coming. Something bad.

((ooc: OPEN!! Anyone on the expedition can hear this, too, obvs. Mod approved ^_^))

-70- Free Fallin'

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[a big ol' tumbling sound, as something person-sized flails and falls off of Crowley's dresser, kicking open the journal in the process.

THUD.]

--Damnit!


((ooc: there is now one less cat in the castle. and, I suppose thus ends my hiatus!))

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[optimystically.livejournal.com]

( People Who Can Play Guitar )

( Phoenix Wright )

So with a bunch of people stuck underground, I put my detective powers to work! [detective = recalling every underground movie she's ever watched Here is some official advice for everyone who's stuck.

1. Don't make any really loud noises! There's no better way to attract all the creepy crawlies.
2. Also, be careful with your food! If you leave trash out everywhere, then said creepy crawlies are going to be able to follow your scent.
3. No matter what, don't freak out and run away from the group. Nothing good every comes of that.
4. If you see some big beautiful treasure, check out the room for traps before you touch it.
5. It's really dark, so if you start fighting monsters someone should light a torch or something. Otherwise, you could accidently stab someone that you're supposed to be protecting.
6. Draw a line behind you on the cave wall... like with glow in the dark chalk, or something that's not going to wash away. Otherwise, you could just end up going in circles.
7. Even if you get really frustrated, don't start randomly kicking or hitting the walls! That's just asking for a cave in.

... That's all I've got so far. [there's a pause... yeah, she's worried about you guys, especially when she hears about fires and all kinds of stuff. But she knows worrying openly will just cause more panic so... here we are]

Be careful!

E01 action; dictation

[supertwo.livejournal.com]

[ to anyone looking outside near the front gates, it would look like a boy just appeared out of thin air riding a weird-looking flying bike. To Superboy, it looks more like the zeta gate to headquarters just messed up and now he's hovering outside some giant castle.

And with a quick check, he finds that his earpiece is missing, too. Batman's going to be pissed off at him. Again. He doesn't really care, okay, but it's the principle of the thing. Not giving him reason to lecture. And stuff. Unnoticed by him, his journal falls open on the Super-cycle's dashboard as he drives the Cycle in small loops. ]

Okay... This is new. [ let's just... land here, okay, so we can both look around. Gates. Forests. A huge weird castle. Once he's dismounted, the cycle transforms back into Sphere and gives a string of confused beeps. It's probably got the journal jammed between two plates or something. ] Did you do this? Is this New Genesis?

[ oh there are humans over there ] Guess not.


[ooc: I forgot to mention! A few seconds after he arrives, the S on his T-shirt is going to disappear. ]

001 ♑ text; action

[miracidial.livejournal.com]

[ Gamzee has his sopor-slimed sticky fingers going through the pages of this book whipped up with miracles ( -- Beautiful, man. ) Gamzee is sitting on the kitchen counter in plain view.

Who knew how the hell this little motherfucking troll got there or how. Motherfucking poofing out of thin air to be sitting his ass down on the counter.

Not to mention there is a mass amount of junk around him. His sylladex must've exploded when he come here. Bike horns crowding around, sopor slime pies hit the ceiling, bottles of faygo hissing, juggling pins dropping on the ground.

Shit.

Beautiful.

When he directs his vision to the book, he starts to uh...write. On it, in purple. And maybe slight splatters of green from the slime. ]

gOt tO GeT My tHiNk pAn oN StRaIgHt bEfOrE KiCkInG Up tHiS MoThErFuCkInG WiCkEd mAgIcAl pLaIn
bEiNg sLaMmEd oUt oF My lAnD AlL WrApPeD Up iN MiRtH To sOmE PlAcE WiTh pInK MoNkEyS
MoThErFuCkInG ToWeR oF MiRaClEs
FrOm sKaIa tO ThIs mYsTiCaL IsLaNd
fLyInG MoThErFuCkInG HiGh oVeR A RaInBoW CoVeReD In fAyGo

[ Gamzee doesn't bother looking around when he writes next. Instead he dips his finger into a pie that was just motherfucking sitting there. How did it just appear there -- ? ]

mOtHeRfUcKiNg gAlAxY Of mIrAcleS BrOtHeRs
LoOk aT ThIs mOtHeRfUcKiNg fAt oF HiVe-pApEr bOuNdEd lIkE An oLdSkOoL HuSkToP
sTaRiNg aT ThEsE PiNk mOnKeYs pOpPiNg uP LiKe hOoFbEaStS
AlL Up gEtTiNg tHeIr hOrNlEsS AnD PiNk oN My pApEr hUsKtOp
hAhAhA WhO ToLd tHeSe mOtHeRfUcKeRs tO Do tHaT :o)
aLl wHiPpEd uP LiKe tHiS BrOtHeRs bOtTlE Of fAyGo

It'S MiRaClEs bRoThEr
mIrAcLeS GeTtInG AlL SqUeEzIFIyInG mY HoRnS aNd gEt mY MoThErFuCkInG BaKe oN

[ Is he high? Hell fucking yes. Now he will proceed to staring into nothingness. ]

[[ ooc; uh. okay so yeah Gamzee's in the kitchen GETTING FAT people who watched him drop in can come say hi and share a pie or two, totally open for actions and sdlkjakls blah

EXCUSE THE FACT I COMPLETELY FORGOT THERE IS NO VIDEO IN PARADISA. ]]

ten seconds of freshly baked cookies infiltrating your nasal passage

[saccharosium.livejournal.com]

[Today, Stocking is in the mood to bake. She needs something to munch on while she tunes in to see how much nonsense & trouble the residents on the expedition encounter, and cookies are great for snacking! Especially chocolate chip walnut cookies. Gooey, melt-in-your-mouth chocolate with a nice, nutty crunch? Yes please!

But today, these cookies are not being arranged on a plate to form a cookie pile. No, today Stocking has arranged the cookies in a circular formation on a fresh cookie sheet, with two cookie sticks in the center to act as clock arms. She lets the cookies cool as she gets another batch ready, singing to herself.]

Tick t0ck, on the clock, DJ turn this oven up tonight~

Or...wait. No. Tick t0ck, on the clock, the baking don't stop, no~

.........

Oh, whatever. Tick t0ck, stupid song...


[ ooc; This is Stocking's unwilling participation in Aradia's tick t0ck l0ss. Come mooch a fresh cookie, or two, or three, from her! ]

jukebox selection F04 - Good Intentions ; Toad The Wet Sprocket

[huntersdaughter]

[Jo is curled up on the couch in the lobby of the castle. She's got her feet resting on the table in front of her and she's surrounded by cook books. In the moment you can either pass her by, or you can come bug her.]

[She dictates to the journal:]

Does anyone even like cranberries?

And who comes up with the twenty different ways to cook potatoes? That's not even counting all the different ways you can slice them. It's a potato. People ate them raw. Why do I have to find twelve different ways to cook them?

[She sighs, trying to be apologetic, but she's trying to make this perfect.]

I think I have it narrowed down: Mashed, Sweet, Roasted, and ... okay I lied; I don't have it narrowed down.

I only have five days left!

BETRAYAL!

[heirdom]

So someone here is going to betray us soon. It may or may not involve deaths by smoke inhalation or third degree burns.

Anyone want to take bets on who it is?

I'm thinking Pinkie Pie. No one's that happy, and she has ties with the hostiles. That'd be suspicious, but sadly, she probably can't hold matches or a lighter with her creepy little horse feet.