17 traps filled - with doggie treats!

[ectobabble.livejournal.com]

[it was a long, long week for one Raymond F. Stantz. the expedition was both super-exciting and super-stressful, and he'd been looking forward to chilling back in his room, gathering together his notes, and making scans and studies of all the samples that he and his traveling buddies had gathered. but coming back to the news of the breakout and all the outpost fires hadn't sat well with him at all ... and the general castle atmosphere was just so charged with negative energy that he felt it pushing him until it pushed him right out the door.]

[Friends - if you've talked to him ONCE, you can see this]

Hey guys, I'm gonna go take a walk around town, get some fresh air. It'll probably be good for this lump on my head, anyway. If you've got anythin' you want me to have a look at, just leave it outside my door in Satis, and I'll check it out when I get back, okay?

[/Friends]

[and with that, he's out for a stroll. eventually, his steps lead him to the Fairyland Animal Center, where he makes nice with all the mutts and Pokemon and other critters. one of them at the back catches his eye, though ... and it's not long before he's signing some papers and walking off with a sheepdog on a brand-new leash ... who looks just about as pleased and dopey and chill as he does]

Oh, boy, Blue, this is gonna be just great. Wait 'till we get back to the castle. I'll get you a nice comfy doggie bed and some bones and a chewy ball and ... maybe like, a stuffed duck. You'd like that, yeah?

[as far as he figures, "woof" means yes. come meet Ray and his new not-puppy!]

brotrayal

[batfail.livejournal.com]

( [Zeke] )

(no subject)

[dupable.livejournal.com]

Who: John and Jade!
What: Meeting up on John's return to the castle
When: Backdated to when John got back
Where: At... the castle, starting off on the front lawn
Rating: G? idk

( What wasn't so nice was all the crazy shenanigans that had gone down while he was away! )

ｔｅｘｔ； ｏｏ１

[lohacse.livejournal.com]

what

42 years

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

( Lakare )

( James Watson )

( Xena )

( Violet )

( Alan )

( Mark )

( Amy and Rory )

[Satisfied, Eleven throws the demterialization lever on his TARDIS. The oh so familiar whirring noise echos through the journals]

Well then, everyone. It seems like we've had enough excitement for a couple of weeks, don't you think? I, for one, need a little sunshine. Between the damp cave and being cooped up in my TARDIS I'm starting to feel like a mole... or one of those fish that live deep in the trenches in the ocean with the lights on their heads. Only without the light... or the swimming... oh never mind.

Iiiiiiiiiiin any case! I'm going to be parking my TARDIS outside for a bit to soak up a bit of this sunshine and enjoy the fall air if anyone'd like to join me.

[And he'll be lounging outside his TARDIS in a lawn chair, sunglasses on, looking like he hasn't a care in the world.]

((ooc: It's the 48th Anniversary of Doctor Who! You know you want to come chill with the coolest Time Lord that ever... Time Lorded.))

006 | written

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[When faced with dealing with a bad breakup, some people mope and cry. Others finish off whole pints of ice cream in one sitting. Julia, however, has chosen a more constructive outlet. For the past few hours at least, she's commandeered a table at the Paradisa Perk to write a letter venting out all of her feelings regarding Gwaine and the entire situation.

Which is all fine and good, except for one small detail. She has accidentally started writing parts of the very rough draft of this letter into the journal.]

You lied to me. You betrayed me. Do you know how much that hurts? I'm sure you can't even begin to understand how much. For what you did, I should never speak to you again. No, I should never forgive you. I thought you'd never hurt me like that. I can't look at you the same way ever again. I can't trust you anymore. I can't be with someone I can't trust.

[The pen pauses.]

But there isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss you. All I want is to hear the sound of your voice again. To wake up next to you. To let you call me your queen. I don't want to think about it, but it's all I can think about. I want for you to come back to me. Without you, there's a hole in my life I can't fill.

I lov--

[The writing suddenly stops.

... Yes, Paradisa. You now have front-row seats to something intensely personal that was never meant to be seen by anyone. It doesn't matter that the one who put it there is now frantically trying to scratch everything out. The damage has already been done.]


[[OOC: Friends loss! Anyone remember the 18-page letter that Rachel wrote to Ross and he fell asleep reading? This is something like that.]]

twenty-sixth phase [ written / dictated ]

[walkinthruwalls]

[ Those with powers, regardless of if you've ever signed up or not ]

[ Got a power, ability, anything supernaturally? Enjoy this message carefully written in your journal ]

Training starts December 1, 11am. If you want to train come to the Danger Room. If you don't know where it is meet in the lobby and I'll get you there. 10.30am is the latest to meet in the lobby.

And I'm keeping note of attendance. It's hard to get better as a group if you only show up when you feel like it. If you have a reason then fine. I'll work out a schedule on the first to accommodate people and if there's enough split into smaller groups.

December 1. 11am. Danger Room.

[ And if you don't want to train? Just ignore her message ]

[ Nudge ]

Bossy works for leadership right? [ She's hoping she sounded bossy. Or even slightly authoritative ]

[ ooc; I'll put up a log on the first too for anyone that wants to tag into it. And if you want to show attendance but handwave interactions I'll have a section for that :3 ]

ᴏɴᴇ

[buysmilk.livejournal.com]

Sherlock...? [ He was right there, right--

John leans his head back, hitting the wall of the lobby with a soft thunk. This isn't happening. It can't be. There's no sane explanation to how he went from a darkened pool to some sort of tacky, medieval hotel lobby. (That's what it is right? Yeah, it has to be) ]

Alright, just--just breathe. [ It's harder than it sounds, though by some miracle he manages it. Shame it doesn't do anything to change his current predicament. He's still in the lobby, crouched up against a wall with his legs refusing to do what his adrenaline addled brain wants them to do and Sherlock's still not where he's supposed to be.

This was not how his evening was supposed to go. ]

21 blueprints -- dictated/action

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

( ----Actiony Cut---- )

So it wasn’t very long before he was raising his knuckles to give a very loud, sharp knock on the architect’s door.]

[Naturally, Ted’s caught off guard by the knock. Eyes slightly bleary, he blinks and looks over from the spot on his bed where he’d been thinking.


With a clearly confused tone:]

Uh.. come in?

[Hearing that, Rookie lets himself in after some minor hesitation. Any clues as to what he was currently thinking hidden well beneath that helmet, but it did little to stop that friendly nod once that door was closed behind him.] Hey, civvy. Mind if I bug you for a moment?

[Ted blinks, his reaction a bit slow, almost like he’s coming out of a trance. His voice is subdued.]

Rookie? What’re you doing here so early?

… Early? [A bit of a head tilt, before he’s fluidly folding his arms across his chest.] Don’t tell me you just woke up?

[His confused look becomes ever more perplexed.] Yeah? Isn’t it around nine-ish?

[Staring at you from under that visor pretty hard, bro.]
More like two. [Pause.] In the afternoon.

...Oh. [oops he forgot how to care] What’s up?

[Sighs, slowly shaking his head.] Nothing. Just wanted to check up and see how you were doing.

Mm. [He turns his head back to stare at the ceiling.] I’m alright. [Just kind of traumatized, no big deal.]

[... Dude, he can tell that you’re lying. Don’t even try that charade, civvy.]

Didn’t seem like that a few days ago.

Huh?

Back in Libet. [A visible shift of his helmet downwards, watching Ted carefully.] After the incident with the train, remember?

[Truth be known... Ted can’t even remember the last part of the train ride. He just remembered riding it, and then someone on the train crying out-- and then, suddenly, he was outside the train wreck, throwing up. Apparently, his brain thought it was scary enough experience to kick to the curb. Still, Ted’s no less aware of how close to death he had been.

His expression can only really be described as “uncomfortable” as he shifts in his bed. It was one hell of an experience after all, and not enough time had passed for him not to feel strongly emotionally attached to what memories he did retain.

His voice becomes quiet again.]

Yeah.

[If Rookie had any doubts about there being something wrong with the civilian prior, they were all but gone now.] Ted, look. I’m usually not the best person to talk to when it comes to stuff like this, but -- [He suddenly stops, before giving a quiet, muttered swear when attention happened to drift towards the journal lying open on the architect’s desk. He was really starting to hate these things.]

… Hold on. [There’s going to be the sound of armored boots making their way closer to where the book was sitting, followed by a distinct snap as Rookie calmly closed it, leaving those who may have been listening with silence for now.]


((Ted is turquoise, Rookie is black. Some time after this encounter Rookie is going to encourage Ted to leave his room (read: shove him out), so you might find him just kind of... wandering around, looking a great deal less lively than he usually is. Journal responses are open for the both of these two as well.))

⚡ 003.

[necrologio.livejournal.com]

( Percy )

[After spending the better part of the past three days just sleeping and hating his life here, Nico has finally emerged from his room and moved up to the roof for more lounging and general recuperation. He's lugged a record player from the music room up there with them, and over the journal you can hear the sounds of Jack Albin and the Hotel Pennsylvania Orchestra.]

Well. That trip sure made me want to leave the castle grounds ever again. I can hardly even wait for my next encounter with a giant octopus.

[A long pause.] 

Are they always like that? ... The expeditions, I mean. Not the octopuses. 

((ooc: open to the roof or journals))

written;

[letmetouchit.livejournal.com]

I still have trouble understanding why American culture has decided to celebrate the bribery, manipulation, and slaughter of a fairly peaceable culture.

Given the follow up to their decided commingling.