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[If you're outside sometime during the morning, you'll probably come across Ryotaro, dressed lightly in a t-shirt and shorts going for an early morning jog. His pace, however, isn't exactly great because of the rather large tire he has attached to himself by a rope at the waist, dragging it along the ground behind him. He did this quite frequently at home, usually before work started.

Eventually, he'll just sort of stop on the spot, then drop onto his back to catch his breath. It was obvious he wasn't in any sort of apparent danger or pain, just exhausted. He'd been going for much longer than he should have been, but he's constantly determined to push himself. He just lacks the stamina to actually do it.]

[ooc: Open to everyone! In-person or journal, but replying to heavy breathing over the journal...no idea who'd want to do that.]

11 tiny!fury of the night - action

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[Well, it seems today's turning out to be another lovely day at Paradisa. The residents are slowly awakening, one by one, and getting a shower and getting dressed, and getting their morning breakfast, for some of which is simply coffee. And then their day starts and they can do whatever they please.

And then there's the nightfury on the kitchen cupboards.

To be more precise, there's a nightfury hatchling on the kitchen cupboards. It's kind of pacing about a bit, looking over the room, and making a lot of noise in general through hums, croons, and its feet hitting against the wood. Eventually, it just satisfies itself with flopping down, a hum coming from it as its forebody dangles slightly on the edge. There's no fear or worry in those big, green eyes, but the little dragon certainly does seem to be stuck.

Well. What now, Paradisa?]


((oops forgot to mention this in the ooc comm besides yuu?! anyway, Toothless is on his second loss; he's become a little nightfury with no memory of Paradisa, nor any memory of any of the events that happened in movie. For now I'm going to have this loss last two weeks, although I might extend it! Also, side-note that nobody needs to care about; Toothless does have both tail fins, but they're pretty much useless for being anything other than a fanning device since his wings are just silly and tiny right now.))

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Who: Anyone!
What: John Wayne Movie Night
When: Tonight, Saturday November 26.
Where: The Movie Theater
Rating: PG
Notes: Prose or Actionspam is welcome. Threadjacking/threadjopping/general CR grabbing is all good. Movies are mostly going to be implied, but the line up includes True Grit, El Dorado, and Red River.

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In case anyone is still interested -- tonight we're going to be having a John Wayne movie night in the Movie Theater. The entrance is on the seventh floor, so just follow the stairs down -- it's not that hard to find.

There will be pizza, popcorn and soda for those that want it, but if you want to bring your own snacks you're more than welcome to as well. We're going to start the first film at around six, and see how many we can get in.

Everyone is welcome, and I hope to see you there.

[And the log post is up HERE for those who are interested.]

Lady Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 43 (1-100).

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[Backdated to last week;]

[She could not believe it.

After a year of having felt the worry and the hatred riddle her corrupted soul, it appears as though her closest confidant would, of course, not lie to her. Not about this.

Arthas Menethil was gone.

Yes, the feeling of euphoria and relief absolutely seeped into the very bone of Sylvanas' scourge-pickled corpse. And was beginning to show.]

Arthas...

[And so she would laugh. An enthusiastic, darkened laugh (though really, to any that might have heard it might liken it to one of a villainous chortle) that filled the very hallway that once housed his personal quarters and the ghastly chill of his magic.

How lovely.

Minutes later, she cannot help but dictate into the journal. For once, the bitter elf sounds... in a good mood for once? Better accept it while you can.]

It seems as though we, as a populace, cannot find ourselves at a loss when we band together under the name of a single ambition. Through years of threats, through countless trials and tribulations, we have all stood strong against that which challenges our well-being. Though it seems as though we are in a constant state of strife within the invisible walls of this world, I dare say that the only limits we shall ever face are those that the castle's magics themselves place upon us.

Though something is taken away from us, though we are pulled from our respective worlds, though we find ourselves separated from those who we value, we continue on-- and rip our enemies to shreds, suffocating them with our valor and overthrowing them with our trepidation.

This past month is proof of that.

In spite of our losses, we can rebuild. Though it is one thing after another, I have every confidence that it is we who will triumph. We shall, as time has proven over and over again.

Those who think otherwise? Well, then. All you deserve here is to rot within these confines.

[It's not the most user-friendly speech of encouragement, but hey-- it works.

Minutes later, she cannot help but stride through the hallways, something catching her eye, and amusing her once again.]

The wretched king as well? [A chuckle and a sinister grin.] Excellent.

<sub>(ooc. OPEN! OPEN TO ALL, especially over the journals. If you'd like to catch her in person, she will be in the hallways. She's only intentionally dictated her speech, but if you'd like to accidentally catch the EVIL LAUGHTER-- that's cool as well.

YEAH SYLVANAS POST YE YE-- OH GOD THIS GOT SO LONG! welp)</sub>

All the Leaves Falling Down [action/dictated]

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[If there was one thing Ashura hated, it was being cooped up or bed ridden. He fidgeted, never able to really enjoy being confined to spaces for long. Not that anyone would, but Ashura especially. So today he had wrapped himself up in thick robes, the outer ones lined around the edges of a bit of fur to keep him war, and headed outside. Yup, outside. Crisp and cool and wonderful with that sort of bite to the air he knew meant the snows of winter were coming soon and not quite all the leaves gone from the trees - still enough left to be lovely, though enough gone to know their time was at an end.

So he would take advantage of this and hobble himself out to sit beneath one of said trees, wishing up a warm blanket to sit on and some pillows for his ankle, and then a warm meal and warm drink to compliment. He cupped the steaming cocoa in his hands and sipped, looking up into the red, orange, and yellow leaves with a little smile.

Next to him was his journal, as always, the pages open. He glanced down and back up and then hummed to himself before speaking -]

What is your favorite season? I know it seems a silly question, but indulge me, will you not?

[ooc: see him under the tree(s) or answer through the journal ~ Go for it :) Something light after all the mayhem]

006 || written/dictated;

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[He does his hourly scan of the journal after that, which essentially amounts to rapid flipping and a lot of skipped entries. He's had a bit of excess energy since John forced him to "be reasonable" and "take care of his health."

So he dictates, cheerfully sarcastic (which is as close to regular cheerful as he's able to get, really):]

God forbid the lot of you talk about anything more engaging than the newest reason to stuff your faces.

[American Thanksgiving is kind of his worst nightmare. Who makes a holiday just to eat and socialize with family members? Terrifying.

Tap tap tap.]

"Dark meat" -- so called because of pigmentation created by high concentrations of myoglobin -- consists primarily of slow-twitch muscle fibers designed for extended exertion. Very useful for determining typical patterns of behavior in an unfamiliar specimen.

There, I've even kept to the theme. Next year you might even have something intelligent to deflect with when your host asks you how you like their sub-par cooking.

You're welcome.

Terezi: Be a badass legislacerator.

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((OOC: So I wanted to sneak in one last post before I go on complete hiatus. Thank you, break, for giving me some extra time ♥))

Thirty Sixth

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This time of year, a person should be with their family. Abigail would have made a feast fit for...

Well, the coyotes, but that ain't the point. It's about being together, as a family.

Startin' to wonder if I'll ever get to be with them proper again.

#004 Spaceman

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[It's that time again! The doors to the ballroom and opening with a swish this time, electronic and state-of-the-art. Inside, the Host Club members, old and new, are waiting to entertain their guests.

The interior of the room is unrecognisable from being a ballroom, as per usual. This time it is all neon lights and smooth plexiglass surfaces, to create a futuristic bar. In the centre of entertaining area is a round table at which lights are illuminating Delta – the star attraction of this particular meeting.

The other hosts are clustered around other tables and the bar area, which is serving a variety of colourful non-alcoholic cocktails, all wearing spaceman costumes!

COME ONE AND ALL, THE HOST CLUB IS NOW OPEN!

For anyone wondering, the Hosts ready to entertain for your pleasure are:
Suoh Tamaki
Kasanoda Ritsu
Fujioka Haruhi
Haninozuka Mitsukuni
Allen Walker
John Marston
Delta
Geoffrey Chaucer
Gwaine
Tohru Adachi
Vanyel Ashkevron
Barney Stinson
Jet
Carl Clover
Zidane
Jade ]

[There are two sections. First for the Hosts only to arrive (please assume Tamaki sent out a call over the journals to when and where) and react to their surroundings and new clothes. Second for the customers. Everyone is welcome, just tag around. Tag other customers, and Hosts will threadjack around too. Hosts, feel free to talk to as many customers as possible, as well as other Hosts in the first section. Have fun <3]

o1 ✞ voice ✞ dictated

[oncewinged]

[ There's a soft clearing of a throat, before a smooth, accented voice begins. ] I'm hardly going to say that this is the first time I've been… surprised with a sudden visit to an exotic location. Then again, London is hardly an exotic land, even in its many forms. Mm, over the years. Though I'm sure I'm bound to ruffle a few feathers, regardless of where I've been placed. It seems to be my prerogative, as it were. Bored and all that.

When you've lived for such a long time, "easily bored" becomes its own symptom, though it really is far beyond ease at this point.

It goes without saying that I'm not thrilled about this turn of "exciting" events. [ A pause. ] Well.

Not yet, anyway.