#3-In the Lobby

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

[Bucky is currently sitting in the lobby in one of the couches, since the Castle has kicked him off the roof. No, really. It has. He closes his eyes for one minute, and he ends up in the lobby. He's tried to go back up a few times, but somehow he always ends up back in the lobby. Even when he tried to go to his room he ended up back in the lobby. Sometimes he has no idea how it happens. Damned magic living Castle.

He's hoping that nobody who knows he's been up on the roof walks by, because he doesn't want to explain that the Castle got fed up with him being up there. He doesn't really want to explain it to anybody, actually. He sighs, and the journal catches what he says to no one in particular.]

Sometimes I really do hate this place.

f i v e

[ofkirkwall.livejournal.com]

That was disappointing. I was expecting something grander, more dramatic, with women sobbing and men shaking their fists at the sky. [ It's a late reaction to the whole betrayal nonsense, but she's been a busy Champion the past few days. Besides, better late than never.

There's the sound of rock being kicked across the floor. ]

I suppose this is a good of time as any to tell you all that Carver has gone 'home'. Well there you go, there is one less tit in the castle. I'm sure you're all devastated about the loss.

you called my name in the dark ( ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ )

[ofkirkwall.livejournal.com]

ᴡʜᴏ: Marian Hawke (ofkirkwall) & Fenris (wolfuncaged)
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: CAVE ADVENTURING!! Other such shenanigans.
ᴡʜᴇɴ: Afternoon of the 27th.
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: The caves near the castle.
ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: .......Let's go M. Just in case.

( called me back to the start )

➳ 11

[daine.livejournal.com]

[Dictated as always]

( The Doctor (both) and any parties interested in The World Beyond (sans First Gens and allies )

[Daine's currently in the lobby with a few books in addition to the journal. Two are open on the table in front of her, one with intricate illustrations of a rabbit's skeletal structure and organs, and the other with pages of small text, unreadable from an arm's length away.

There's some rhythmic tapping recorded on the journal pages before Daine speaks again.]

I'm well aware there are many people with pets in the castle, and I'm very interested in speaking with them [Pause] and you, of course. Simple conversations should work if you're willing. I'd just like to get an overall feel for things here.

Related to that, what there is in regards to healing for them here, I don't know. I'm not sure I've ever heard anything mentioned along those lines at all. If that's the case, something can easily be set up, can't it?

4th Gate - Witch Lights [pretend it's at night, yah?]

[peacockherald.livejournal.com]

[The expedition, like so many of his previous missions to the borders, had left it hard for him to get sleep. He was twitchy, jerking awake at every noise, at every breath, expecting something, anything, when none was coming. Yfandes would scold him sleepily in his mind, telling him it was fine, that they were fine, and if they planned to get home he needed to have his energies at full - which required sleep. If only it were that simple. 

Giving up on it for now, he got up and tugged on a pair of loose pants and indoor boots and an open jerkin, not much caring for being preened when his only intent was to head downstairs to the kitchens to get a treat - and he probably owed Yfandes a little something for continuously waking her, the poor thing. But unlike most people, rather than grab a candle to navigate the night, he merely summoned a bobbing ball of mage-light. It shone white-blue over his head as he padded through the halls and down the stairs, making things seem a bit eerie, but to him it was a comfort. He did not fancy going to the Dead Zone again and loosing his magics, his link to Yfandes. 

Once in the kitchen, he grabbed himself an apple from the fridge (it still scared him a bit, this cold box, but he found it fascinating too) and went to sit at the table in the center, the light bobbing above him and spreading his journal out before him. Quietly he began to flip through it, at the things it had to offer.]

Do all of them miss their homes, I wonder? 

[Of course, he forgets the journal can pick this up and transmit it. Newbies.]

[ooc: in person ( to the kitchen, in the kitchen, whatevs), or over the journal. come on all you night owls]

Twenty Five red letters

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[Nora hasn't heard from Sakura since she last saw her as that little black cat earlier this month. Worried about her friend, she heads to her room to check on her. Wait... That's not... She looks around to make sure she's got the right room. No... this is the right room, there's just something missing from it. She stares at the door for a moment before slamming her fist against it.]

I fucking hate this place.

[She sniffs back tears as she pulls her journal out (not caring that it had already been stuck open in her bag).]

Anyone who knew her... Sakura's gone home.

[Not feeling the need to say anything more, she lets the book slip from her fingers, not even looking to see how it falls. Thinking for a minute, she wishes some of her art supplies down from her room. Setting the box of paint on the floor, she pulls out a brush and picks out the most vibrant shade of orange she has. The castle may get rid of it tomorrow, but that's no reason why she can't paint a memorial today.]

((ooc: Nora's painting a Phoenix on what used to be Sakura's door. Her journal's propped open, so replies in person or over the journal are welcome. Feel free to come by at any point in the painting process))

(no subject)

[heraldofnoldor.livejournal.com]

Who: Elrond and You
What: Wanting to learn more about the castle Elrond goes exploring
When: Today all day
Where: All over the castle and the grounds
Rating:...If this goes over PG I will be surprised
Notes: I'm kicking this off with prose but action spam is just as good. And just put a note where you run into him in your subject line.

It had been some time since he had arrived and he had spent much of it in his room, listening and learning. The few times he had left had been at Galadriel's prompting, and he was now seeking to amend that, as now his curiosity had gotten the better of him. A new home, one so different from his own, and he knew little about it, and little enough concerning where things were.

And so early in the morning, he set out to explore, looking to fix at least one of those two things.

(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

[it's kind of strange for him, his 5th anniversary is approaching]

Are there special numbers for anniversaries? I know most celebrate first year anniversaries, then fifth, then tenth, twentieth... But I was wondering if anyone celebrated weird numbers like... seven.

[though he does wonder if he'll be here for seven]

f☼ur

[rockthehula.livejournal.com]

One good thing about being in here instead of back home is there's no Myrtle Edmonds! I think her bright hair was starting to blind me... Maybe that's why she wears glasses? Yeah. Probably. I don't miss her. Another thing I like is that it's a big castle! A real, big castle! Like ones you see on TV or postcards!
That's pretty cool.

D:

[matchmaker.livejournal.com]

Who: Cupid and whoever wants to forge CR.
What: Basically he is off being emochans.
When: At any point following Thanksgiving.
Where: Near Eris' Ares' abandoned temple.
Rating: I will update warnings as needed.

( Read more... )

Two - Dictated

[virginwarrior.livejournal.com]

[Lenneth has spent a day or two in the library, reading anything she could get her hands on. After Thanksgiving had passed, and she was still pretty much clueless about the significance of the holiday, she searched for a book regarding holidays.]

You mortals have a great many "holidays". What is the difference between Christmas and Yule? What is Easter?

I can't understand the need for so very many celebrations. Platina's family rarely celebrated, not even for the day of her birth.

Perhaps you can tell me about the holidays you celebrate. I'd like to better understand them.

first problem [ dictated / action ]

[withmymind]

[ There's a scream across the journal, a very panicked, female scream. If you know enough to tell that voice also happens to belong to a young girl. She's scared, the unfamiliar place, sounds and items exacerbating those fears ]

N-no. Don't want to sleep. Don't want to be gone, can't make me.

[ If you were able to see anything you'd see that the young girl is curled into a ball, arms resting over her face, muffling her words slightly ]

Didn't mean to. Wasn't my fault, didn't want to hurt them. Don't make me go.

[ It's then when something clicks. Messages, feelings that she'd not listened to and then the lack of Serenity's distinctive hum. The confused babbling stops for a moment, but when the girls speaks again the panic to her tone has increased. One of her many thoughts is that they've got her - the Alliance. They found her, turned her into a killer and took her away ]

Simon?

Simon?

No. No!

Gone. Not our place, thrown out to the wolves. Can't stay here. It's so loud, everything's so loud, can't make it stop.

Simon!

[ That final word turns to a pained cry. Lost. Alone ]

[ ooc; for those that want to action with her she's in the clinic :3 ]

96.9 - oh mercy me, God bless catastrophe

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[Generic All-Purpose Anti-First Gens/Sympathizers Filter]

[your weekly broadcast is back to manageable volumes, this week, Paradisans. how are your eardrums healing? Leonard Cohen's gravelly rumble comes drifting out of the pages of the journals, and Harry lets it play for a little bit before crossfading into something else to play while he talks]

Heeeeeey, kids, welcome back to another Monday with your favorite resident loudmouth, Hard Harry. Sounds like we've got the show back on track this week, all your usual features and creatures. For our new fresh faces out there in Castle Wonderfuck, a big warm, uncomfortable, up-in-your-personal-space welcome to Greg, Mindfang, JJ, Dave Strider, John Watson, Haibara, M'Gann, Karkat, Renji, Merlin, Azazeal, and River. I know a few of you are comin' back to crazy town for your second or third run, so hey, you're welcome for the memories you don't have. If you ever wondered where the fuck deja vu comes from, this is prrrrrobably it.

Now, on to the meat and potatoes of things, the part where I sit here and talk about how none of you ever do jack shit about what goes on around --

Wait.

Wait, what's this? What's this?! People taking initiative? People discussing what actually happened? We've got Carolina organizing emergency plan groups! Arthur's looking for volunteers to help create safe havens! We've got the Peace Patrol starting to get its shit together! We've got other people like Sherlock and Tesla getting just as steamed about all of this as yours truly -- and on top of it all, Sylvanas may as well have just given us all a giant collective pat on the ass for not completely turning into blubbering idiots!

HO-LEEEEE SHIT, everybody. Hold on, I think I -- yes -- wait -- what's that sound?!

[and this comes rolling out of his stereo into the journal, not quite as loud as last week's broadcast, but still pretty loud]

God help me, I think this flock might be breakin' itself up after all! Marie Antoinette painted her sheep, yaknow. Every day. She'd have her maids paint 'em to match the color of whatever dress she was wearin'.

You might still be sheep, for the most part, but I'll be damned if some of you haven't started pickin' out your own warpaint. If you're still stuck on what to do, ask one of those fine folks I pointed out earlier, they're still lookin' for help. Keep it up, kids, and I'll see you next week.

ƒ006. don't tell the castle it's me

[msattentionspan]

[Faith doesn't have very solid memories of holidays. Thanksgiving coming and going wouldn't have been a big deal, except she knows there's food somewhere. She'd already checked the kitchen - but it felt like the castle hadn't provided the feast this year. No grazing from the leftovers for her. Unless she actually asks for some.]

So, what's a girl gotta do to find where everyone's hiding the leftovers?

I mean, the usual kitchen thing is a bust. Two-hundred people in this place and you must've cleaned the place out already.

[Written]

[beyondimagining.livejournal.com]

It will be Christmas, soon.  Amazing how the time passes.

...I wonder if there will be snow for my birthday?

open ] [ the one where at midnight furniture will vanish

[huntersdaughter]

Who: Anyone who wants to hang out at the coffee shop on its final couch-infested day.
Where: LOBBY aka Paradisa Perk.
What: Final day of the Friends Loss. 11:59PM marks the end of the loss.
When: ALL DAY.
Notes: 3rd person. [action]. threadjacking. All are welcome in here.



Jo moves through the front area of the lobby, her hand shoves a pair of feet off the coffee table and slides a coaster beneath their drink.

"Please, use a coaster." She doesn't want to see rings on the table or spills. Honestly, is it too much to ask? She's dusting and cleaning things up, trying to get things to be somewhat presentable after the holiday rush. She moves past the person seated at the couch and spots the drink being set down -- not on the coaster. Her gaze narrows, glaring at the back of his head. He has to feel her staring, but he just leans back and goes back to reading his book.

Jo flicks his ear, "Hey! Buddy! I told you to -- actually I asked you to use a coaster!" She even said 'please' to him.

Perhaps, someone should stop her from beating up this person... over a lack of coaster use. Or they can ignore her freaking out and just enjoy the comfy couches.