Rorschach's journal. December 17th.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[the ghosts have folded his laundry. they have made his bed. they have organized his painting supplies. he stood for all of that.

but now they're trying to help him put his trenchcoat and mask on.... so, the journals get treated to a very frustrated, loud, growly sort of scream.

and then silence]


.... not even worth wearing, if you're going to be like this about it.

[tromps down to the lobby in his plainclothes, and proceeds to brood THAT way, instead, gazing out at all the snow. he's also attempting to pointedly ignore the ghost holding the tray with the baked beans and the grilled cheese sandwich.]


... this is getting stupid. ... Wonder if holiday season here is always this cloying.

Comments

[why-born.livejournal.com]

[Guess what, Rory? You've just had something cold and wet go "splat" at the back of your head. Slushy snow is trailing down your neck, I bet you wished you wore the mask now, right?]

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[whirls around with a growl, ready to tear a limb off whatever just did th----

oh.]

What was THAT for? [wipes the snow off the back of his neck with a glare]

[why-born.livejournal.com]

[Wybie shrugs]

There's snow outside, I'm a kid. You do the math.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

Doubt math has anything to do with this.

[flings what's left of the slush at him, flippantly. so there]

[why-born.livejournal.com]

[Laughs and gets out of the way of it]

Aww come on Inkblot, where's your sense of fun?

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ stares at the ghost and him because... man this is getting a little weird ]

Is that a cheese sandwich?

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

Mmh.

... Can have it if you want.

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

No thank you.

...you're Walter-san? I recognize your voice.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[nods] I am. [thinks for a moment]

Uru, right?

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

Mm, it's nice to meet you in person. [ random ghost appears and begins brushing her hair ]

over the journal;

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[a very soft snrrrk]

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[goes into ignore mode. otherwise he's got to deal with that giant ball of weird uncertainty your presence seems to bring up, and he's so not into that right now]

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[fine, fine. Do try to enjoy the holidays, Rory~]

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[do try to drop dead and not come back, Joshua]

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[you know you love it, rory~]

journal;

[payback.livejournal.com]

I don't remember it being quite like this last year.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[YOU. THE ONE WITH THE SECRETS. ... just stares at the journal for a while, debating. try and threaten the truth out of her? or ... get some new information? ... the latter would probably be more successful. even if the former is a more pressing personal matter]

What happened last year?

[payback.livejournal.com]

[So many secrets. Which she'll be keeping, thank you. You got in enough trouble and caused her enough stress the first time around.]

Still kissing... but there wasn't this - homey feeling. It was more business as usual.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[okay, but it's going to tear him apart, you know. and that'll be your fault for not telling. just sayin', Rin]

Don't like it. Was already too comfortable here without it. ... Ghosts always act this way too?

[payback.livejournal.com]

[Better learn to deal, Rorschach. Or figure out a way where she'll feel safe talking to you.]

Mm. [She doesn't like it either, on one level. It reminds her too much of the home she can never get back to. But that's personal...] No, they didn't... the castle is influencing them. They've gotten weird before on other days.

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[There may or may not be a Question peering up at you on the other side of the window. He may or may not be grinning a little giddily as he crouches lower in what's left of the bushes, wondering if you'll notice him]

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[sulk sulk sulk sul----- OHAI. tilts his head at him as if to say "WTFH are you doing down there?"]

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[Grins a little wider and... shrugs. Knocks on the glass and mouths, 'Come here', gesturing outside]

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[looks puzzled for a second, then .... stuffs his hands in his suit coat pockets and does indeed go outside, ignoring the ghosts that are trying to shove a coat and hat on him]

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[Meets him at the door and frowns at his coat-less-ness. Tugs his off and drops it around his shoulders]

You owe me a snowman. [Quietly accepts the coat that's being shoved at him now]