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[fastest.livejournal.com]

Who: [Bad username or site: fastest title=Joshua @ livejournal.com] & [Bad username or site: bedninja title=Pharos @ livejournal.com]
What: Pharos finds out what happened and, having promised once to keep an eye on him, decides he had best check in on the crazy escaped convict! Joshua does not enjoy roughing it like a hobo.
When: November 20th [Night]
Where: Beneath Alexstrasza's tree.
Rating: PG (For now, but they talk about creeper things sometimes...)

( It was strange. For some reason his hand had stayed at every turn. )

log; open

[luthored.livejournal.com]

Who: Lana Luthor & YOU
What: Returning home from Libet with the first group.
When: November 20th [Afternoon & Evening].
Where: In the city and at Lana's house.
Rating: PG-13, at least. Half the people she knows are vulgar douchebags.

( Lana'd had enough of unpredictable magic for one week. )

[ ooc; Sooo open to anyone, and brackets are fine if you prefer, I don't care! I will go with the flow. I separated it into two sections in the comments since obviously random CR wouldn't come to her house. ]

♈ Aradia: Express disappointment.

[psych0p0mps]

well that was disapp0inting
i th0ught thered be s0mething t0 d0 f0r a change

[Regarding the fires, ~100 miles away from the castle... The jailbreak was just one guy who's already gone, so even if she's heard about it she couldn't care less.]

034; dictated

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Ordinarily, stories about prison breaks and explosions would be right up Spike's alley. Today, however, he seems stressed out over something completely different. As if the upcoming holiday -- he hates all holidays, but this one in particular is the worst -- wasn't enough, he's been unemployed for way too long. Bills are going to start stacking up soon.]

Would it kill the castle to put out classified ads once a week?

[He tosses the open journal on the coffee table and sighs as he picks up his oversized mug. How is he going to raise money for a family at this rate? (Not that he's even dating anyone, but you know. It could happen.)]

There's got to be someone looking for a guy with virtually no experience in anything practical. [Hear that journal? He's talking to you. Great catch over here!] Maybe I could start selling jokes and see how that turns out. Or something in marketing. [Hm. There's an idea...] I could do that.

( Gwaine )

ooc - RE: Chandler/Friends loss!

the gorilla mystery (14)

[her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com]

[Who is playing Turkey In The Straw, and why won't it stop? Shouldn't everyone be more focused on fires and prisons breaks and the return of our brave explorers?

Or you could just watch a black and white topless mouse playing a fiddle as she goes through the castle hallways and then out into the streets. She seems to lack most basic bone structure as she wildly plays with loopy elbows and loose legs. Some of you might recognize Minnie Mouse, and others just might want that damn music to stop already. Even when she stops playing for a moment to take a look at her surroundings, it still seems to play on without her. Oh well! She shrugs, and resumes her fiddling, wondering that steam boat has gone.]

002 | Dictated

[futurehokage.livejournal.com]

[A grunt of pain and a hiss can be heard as Naruto opens his journal. He returned from the expedition a little worse for wear, cracked ribs and all. Since getting out of the Dead Zone he's been able to heal a little using Kyuubi's chakra, but not nearly enough.]

Are all the expeditions supposed to be like that? I mean, if was fun...parts of it at least. Getting separated and crashing the train weren't that great, but helping to fix up the train was. [Even though he only carried parts.]

I hope everyone made it back in one piece.

( Sakura )

eight meatbuns -dictated-

[goldencirclet.livejournal.com]

That was the worst adventure ever! People got hurt an' I never saw any treasure. Plus it was real heavy out there for some reason. Not like here.

Aren't adventures supposed t'be fun? I'm never goin' on one ever again!

035. Moby Dick

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[So this is backdated to Sunday, after this thing happened.

Brock is speaking into the journal! Neat! There are also loud as fuck alarms blaring in the background, and Brock himself is shouting to be heard above them. He sounds pretty mad, too. But what else is new, really.]

Right, so that creepy kid was set loose from the jail. So if somebody could track him down and throw his ass back in a cell, that'd be, you know, great.

A guard was assaulted in the escape, so doctors or somebody need to head down here.

[As Brock shuts the journal, you might be able to pick up his voice snapping at somebody. He'll respond to comments as soon as the alarms get shut off; he has a headache. :| ]

rose: kill bugs

[fluthlu.livejournal.com]

[Out in the courtyard, Rose is cleaning out her backpack from the expedition. It's sopping wet and covered in mud and dirt – two main reasons she decided not to do this indoors – but neither of those things hold a candle to what happens when she turns it upside down.]

More beetles. Positively charming.

[The crunching sound that follows can unfortunately be heard clearly over the journals. Feel free to be completely disgusted.]

Not precisely what I was hoping to get out of my first expedition, though I suppose it could be worse. We could be shaking venomous snakes out of our packs instead. Or manure.

((ooc: open to courtyard and journals))

41

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

[There's a cyborg in the kitchen tonight, sitting at a table and looking like he wants to smack something or punt it across the city. He briefly looks up to stare at the microwave on the counter.

A minute passes.

And another.

... the microwave promptly explodes.]

Feh.



[ooc: open kitchen post! Mind the debris.]

The One in the Lobby

[huntersdaughter]

Who: Anyone!
Where: Central Perk Paradisa Perk aka The Lobby
When: Monday. All Day.
Notes: Threadjacking. Action. Prose. It's all welcome.



[The lobby coffee shop is somewhat peaceful. Though, Jo is trying to figure out her menu plan for the holiday and how to get Julia to not be so depressed over her own brother being a jerk. It's really not Jo's fault. Of course, he was always the favorite, so she's really not surprised to see this huge fall from grace. It just upsets her to see her friend (and her brother) so upset.

Honestly, her brother is miserable. If she has to look at Gwaine and hear that sad, near-honking, '...hhhhi' again? Yeah, there will be blood.

You can find Jo buzzing between the kitchen in the Lux and the couches in the coffee shop. She should be working, but it's the middle of the day! Who wants to work?]

dictated

[tunafanatic.livejournal.com]

Please remember that the Host Club meeting is this Saturday on the 26th, and everyone is invited and encouraged to attend! If you have any questions, I'd be happy to field them, but otherwise: we hope to see you there!

And to everyone who has returned from the expedition: welcome back.

[Written]

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Conan taps his pencil lightly on the page before rapidly writing the following.]

.. ....  /  ..... ..  ... ....  ... ...  . ....  . .....  .... ..  /  .. ....  .. .  /  . .  ... ...  ..... ....  ... ....  ... ...  . .....  /  . ...  . .  ... ...  /  .... .....  ... ...  . ....  . .....  .... ..  .... ...  .... ....  . .  ... ...  . ....  /  .... ....  .. ...  .. ....  .... ...  



[ooc: Conan is extremely bored and testing who here has some knowledge of code solving.  You can find a decoder here]

⇒ 53

[whatialways_do]

[Given that Max has spent two years in the castle, was built to pick things up quickly and doesn't sleep, it's totally feasible that she's learned to play the guitar in that time. And not only did she learn to play the guitar -- she also picked up songwriting as well.

Warning: She can neither sing, nor write songs. But she can actually play the guitar. Needless to say, she flips open her journal on the stool next to her in Paradisa Perk, and strums up]

Ladies and gentlemen, this ... is Smelly Cat.

♬ Smelly Cat, Smelly cat what are they feeding you?
Smelly Cat, smelly cat it's not your fault... ♬

♬ They won't take you to the vet.
You're obviously not their favorite pet.
You may not be a bed of roses,
And you're no friend to those with noses. ♬

Everyone!

[and everyone is supposed to join in with her on this one]

♬ Smelly cat, smelly cat what are they feeding you?
Smelly cat, smelly cat it's not your fault! ♬

[a pregnant pause]

Thank you.

[and there will be all the applause. When she's finished she'll close the journal and step down mingle at Paradisa Perk. But you're more than welcome to leave your complaints praise over the journal for her to respond to later.]

♛ 43

[emit.livejournal.com]

( Room Filter )

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[waterbends]

Who: kyasdaughter and honorinflames
What: Zuko comes off of his loss. Katara is not prepared.
When: Some afternoon.
Where: Zuko's room with Zuko.
Rating: PG at worst.

( Read more... )

☠ 031

[molotov]

[So, back at the beginning of the month, Molotov and Brock discussed the fact that his cabin needs a bearskin rug.

Well, like any good consumer, Molotov has decided that she needs to weigh the options properly. But a little input from others never hurt, so she asks the journal.]

I cannot decide on a color. Tell me, what looks best on a rug: black or brown? It also appears that a light tan is an option, but it might not look appropriate in all seasons.

[And then there is some roaring in the background. This is because Molotov is currently standing on the front lawn, surrounded by bears. Just a whole bunch of bears. Grizzlies, black bears, honey bears. There's even a polar bear, though Molotov seems to not be considering that one as a rug, so much as a pet. All of the bears are chained to the ground, and they have muzzles, and Molotov seems to think that makes them safe enough to be petting as she feels their different fur qualities.]

Is anyone here an interior designer? I have a feeling that the largest size available might not be the best option as far as decor goes...


[ OOC: Open! Everyone is free to come and play with/be mauled by Molotov's collection of bears. ]

28th Seal Unlocked

[shadow-immortal.livejournal.com]

( Private )

050

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

[a long sigh before dictating]

Call me curious, but what's the longest a temporary loss gone?

I have a friend whose been a bit...indisposed for awhile now.

96.7 - three hun dred six ty five de grees

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[at ten o'clock, Concrete Blonde's rendition of the now-familiar Leonard Cohen tune comes BLASTING out of the journals, at full volume, as loud as Harry can make it go. no one's ignoring him, this week. even if you've got your journal closed and locked in a drawer, you're probably going to hear him.

yes, him - not just the music. as the first verse really starts to get cooking, it's cut off by a loud, pronounced, mechanical whine... the only warning the residents get before their resident shock jock and newshound starts hollering into a megaphone aimed straight at the journal]

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! HEY, EVERYBODY! THIS IS NOT A TEST OF THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM! YA KNOW WHY NOT?! 'CUZ WE AIN'T GOT ONE! That's right, folks! If this had been a set of first-generation fuckhead assaults on the castle itself, and not just a few outposts, we'd ALL BE ON VACATION RIGHT NOW! And to top it all off, one of the crazy violent asswipes we had locked up down in the basement? POOF! Gone like rum balls at an Al-Anon meeting!

So, no, hey, you don't get any happy little list of new people, and you don't get to hear all the quaint, crazy shit we comparatively sane people got up to, and even more, you don't get to hear what I've found out from the folks who went wandering out into the Great Beyond. No. No, you don't. And you know why?

Because this is fucking unacceptable. With the exception of a handfulla people whose voices I heard pipin' up over the last couple've days to help out? YOU ALL FAIL. Yeah. Even those of you who went on the expedition. Even me. Yes, EVEN ME. You know why we're all sucking on a six-foot long, foot-wide faildick right now? Because NONE OF US have an emergency plan in case this kinda shit goes down. We're all so wrapped up in our little crazy "Oh, my friend's a cat" lives that we don't stop to think how fucked we are if we actually turn our backs for too long.

And believe me, I've talked to a few people who just came back with rock-solid, titanium-plated proof of just how utterly dry-boned on a paddle-less raft in Shit Creek made outta swiss cheese we could be if we don't watch it. So LET'S GET TO IT, Paradisa.

I wanna see some fucking initiative. Let's all get some kinda fucking plan worked out. I wanna hear from each and every ONE of you about what the HELL you intend to do with yourself if shit like this happens again - because let's face it, it will. As much as we all wanna stand around with our heads up our asses, enjoying the smell of our own shit and the castle's jizz, we gotta GET WISE. Somebody - or a group of somebodies - needs to step their ass up to the line and help getting our mutant ducks in line.

And before you ask, wisenheimers, don't even look at yours truly. Think about it. Do you REALLY want a teenager on a Irish Spring Diet to tell you where to go in case of emergency? Because, if you do? Well, sorry, I'm just gonna tell you that you can take your unprepared ass right on down to hell.

[he switches off the megaphone, finally, and sighs. the journal picks up one last grumble:]

Jesus motherfucking Christ, what a bunch of puke-guzzling sheep....

[before he turns on the stereo again, still at full blast. happy post-expedition, post-raid Monday, Paradisa.]


( Filtered to Hermione Granger; written )

2nd Day

[reset-week.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[Kaito is hanging around the duck pond tonight, doing some stargazing. ever since the war started the portal to the Demon World blocked out the stars and there really wasn't time once everything was set in motion.

but here he could actually relax somewhat for the night. so Kaito decided to stay a little while longer. who knows? maybe if the mood struck him, he'd sleep outside tonight. it had been fun to do that in the Dead Zone.]

[ooc: open~ and as a note, if your character can sense demonic energy, ect, they'll be able to notice quite a bit coming from Kaito.]

(no subject)

[eternityalone]

Who: Katherine Pierce and You?
[note anyone from her cast please PM me first before you sideswipe her with your presence.]
Where: The Onsen/Hot Springs
What: Do you really need me to explain? She was on the expedition. Now she's back.
When: Late Monday Evening.


( Katherine at the Onsen )