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ihavettk.livejournal.comI had this dream before. But I wasn't wearing pants and there was a math test I hadn't studied for.
No, seriously, what's going on? Cause whoever it is that kidnapped me, man, you are so toast.
No, seriously, what's going on? Cause whoever it is that kidnapped me, man, you are so toast.
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Jun. 25th, 2010 12:46 amscouring.livejournal.com[Hall filter]
[Standing outside Kon's doorwith a boombox, playing Whitney Housten after having knocked on the door. Wearing civvies so that he can shove his hands in his pockets...
And also hopefully look slightly less awkward.
He doesn't feel like it's working though. :(]
[Standing outside Kon's door
And also hopefully look slightly less awkward.
He doesn't feel like it's working though. :(]
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Jun. 23rd, 2010 05:11 pminheriting.livejournal.com[Krik
Crack.
Crik, crik, CRACK
And various other sounds normally attributed to the shattering of a stone shell reverberate around the room and through the journal. Someone's finally waking up from a nice vacation as an inanimate object.]
[Cough, cough]...Ow. Geez, what happened to warning a guy before knocking 'em out?
[He'll take a deep breath and stretch a little. When you've been a rock for a few weeks you're bound to be a little sore. There's a pause, and a sniff.]
--Hey! Who peed on my bed?
[OOC: So...my excuse for Kon not being around for forever is that he got turned to stone. :|b Yes. Let's go with that. HI EVERYONE.]
Crack.
Crik, crik, CRACK
And various other sounds normally attributed to the shattering of a stone shell reverberate around the room and through the journal. Someone's finally waking up from a nice vacation as an inanimate object.]
[Cough, cough]...Ow. Geez, what happened to warning a guy before knocking 'em out?
[He'll take a deep breath and stretch a little. When you've been a rock for a few weeks you're bound to be a little sore. There's a pause, and a sniff.]
--Hey! Who peed on my bed?
[OOC: So...my excuse for Kon not being around for forever is that he got turned to stone. :|b Yes. Let's go with that. HI EVERYONE.]
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May. 28th, 2010 10:45 pminheriting.livejournal.com[Kon is...chilling outside. Tossing a tennis ball against the castle wall and brooding not-thinking.
A lot.
Loudly.
And then the castle just gets tired of this shit and turns that tennis ball into a glitter balloon. Right as he's catching it.
PHOOMPH]
...Oh, that did not just happen.
[OOC: In person or over the journal! Sooo open. :)]
A lot.
Loudly.
And then the castle just gets tired of this shit and turns that tennis ball into a glitter balloon. Right as he's catching it.
PHOOMPH]
...Oh, that did not just happen.
[OOC: In person or over the journal! Sooo open. :)]
halfgoddess.livejournal.comSucks that it's STILL this swampy and gross here. It doesn't look like it's drained out even a little bit since we left.
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Apr. 17th, 2010 03:22 pminheriting.livejournal.com[Soooo Tim and Kon were minding their own business, Kon being a little antsy to get back on the other side of the barrier and into the sky again and Tim just being...Tim so scary until they (or Kon) feels that really weird feeling of suddenly being himself again and jumping up into the air--]
Man, I will never stop loving being able to do this--
What did I just--...say.
Whoa. Whoa, wait a second, did you just--
[OOC: Tim is RED but Kon's thoughts, because he's a loser. Kon is BLACK but Tim's thoughts because he is not.]
Man, I will never stop loving being able to do this--
What did I just--...say.
Whoa. Whoa, wait a second, did you just--
[OOC: Tim is RED but Kon's thoughts, because he's a loser. Kon is BLACK but Tim's thoughts because he is not.]
halfgoddess.livejournal.com[a yawn. Cassie rolls over, coming nose-to-chin with someone. For a moment, she doesn't seem to notice, wiggling closer to snuggle, but then she snaps to reality and opens her eyes.
Oh thank god it's just Kon.
... oh god it's Kon how did he get there.
And she's pretty sure this isn't her bed.
Cassie props herself up on one elbow and reaches to shake him. Loudly:]
Wake up, stuff's happening.
Oh thank god it's just Kon.
... oh god it's Kon how did he get there.
And she's pretty sure this isn't her bed.
Cassie props herself up on one elbow and reaches to shake him. Loudly:]
Wake up, stuff's happening.
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Mar. 2nd, 2010 07:24 pminheriting.livejournal.comI kind of want cupcakes.
The kitchen's right over there.
Come with me.
You can go by yourself.
So?
I'm doing something right now.
Liar.
[Silence as he...holds up a mechanical thing he's tinkering with.]
That doesn't count.
How does this not count?
Because I want cupcakes.
Then go get some.
Come with me.
... Conner.
What? I'm bored, you're not doing anything, I don't see the problem here.
[...Is giving him a look. :(]
[":D"ing back.]
I don't-- ... What is that?
[OOC: Kon and Tim have discovered a suitcase of cupcakes! Though they aren't aware of it yet.
Come laugh at their lameness? Or join the party!]
The kitchen's right over there.
Come with me.
You can go by yourself.
So?
I'm doing something right now.
Liar.
[Silence as he...holds up a mechanical thing he's tinkering with.]
That doesn't count.
How does this not count?
Because I want cupcakes.
Then go get some.
Come with me.
... Conner.
What? I'm bored, you're not doing anything, I don't see the problem here.
[...Is giving him a look. :(]
[":D"ing back.]
I don't-- ... What is that?
[OOC: Kon and Tim have discovered a suitcase of cupcakes! Though they aren't aware of it yet.
Come laugh at their lameness? Or join the party!]
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Feb. 25th, 2010 07:31 pminheriting.livejournal.com[In super awesome big font with thick letters in ink that bleeds through at least three pages;]
VOLLEY BALL
IN THE SEASONS ROOM
RIGHT NOW
[OOC: Annnnd this is the open post for Volley Ball in the Season Room too! IT'S A SUPER OPEN POST. Seriously. Get your ass in here. Threadjack like nobody's business. If you think you can't participate in this post DO IT ANYWAY. This is for random and awesome CR! ANY AND ALL ARE WELCOMED. I will cut whoever doesn't join in. B| I have shivs.
And yes. The volley ball is the Companion Cube. They promise not to kill it?!]
[OOC: Annnnd this is the open post for Volley Ball in the Season Room too! IT'S A SUPER OPEN POST. Seriously. Get your ass in here. Threadjack like nobody's business. If you think you can't participate in this post DO IT ANYWAY. This is for random and awesome CR! ANY AND ALL ARE WELCOMED. I will cut whoever doesn't join in. B| I have shivs.
And yes. The volley ball is the Companion Cube. They promise not to kill it?!]
tagged
- adrian veidt,
- bart allen,
- cassandra sandsmark (wonder girl),
- dr. venture,
- dug,
- hollyleaf,
- joan harris,
- kon-el (superboy),
- koriand'r (starfire),
- magda waldescu,
- ryou bakura,
- starfire,
- stephanie brown,
- takamura uru,
- terry mcginnis,
- tim drake,
- weighted companion cube,
- wyborne lovat,
- yami no bakura,
- zatanna zatara
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Jan. 26th, 2010 04:10 pmbatfail.livejournal.com[So, if you replied to Steph's earlier post, you got a note delivered by ghosts this morning to meet at the Four Seasons room--which is currently a sunny, happy beach with blankets and junk food. Last minute wanderings gave Stephanie a good idea.
Eventually, Steph comes in guiding Cassandra, hands over her eyes.]
One... two.... three...
[she removes her hands :D surprise social situation!]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CASSANDRA!
[[ooc: Open beach post! If you were either invited (feel free to imply RSVPing if you didn't reply to her earlier post), or just hoping for a quiet day on the sand, feel free to jump in ♥
OH YEAH, KON, YOU GOT INVITED TOO /tl;dr]]
Eventually, Steph comes in guiding Cassandra, hands over her eyes.]
One... two.... three...
[she removes her hands :D surprise social situation!]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CASSANDRA!
[[ooc: Open beach post! If you were either invited (feel free to imply RSVPing if you didn't reply to her earlier post), or just hoping for a quiet day on the sand, feel free to jump in ♥
OH YEAH, KON, YOU GOT INVITED TOO /tl;dr]]
inheriting.livejournal.com[You know, somehow after everything that's happened to him over the years, all the time-trips and transporting to other dimensions, you'd think he'd be used to this sort of stuff. Maybe he should even start expecting it. Nevertheless, our Kon-El here, clone of Superman and his psycho-enemy, will just stand there for a long moment, scratching the back of his neck idly.]
Again?
[There are a few sounds of someone moving around the room, checking it out.]
I should start keeping track of this stuff. Bet I could beat whatever record's out there now.
Again?
[There are a few sounds of someone moving around the room, checking it out.]
I should start keeping track of this stuff. Bet I could beat whatever record's out there now.
so-pregnable.livejournal.comSo here I am, in a magical castle, with a magical book thing, and all I can think of is "At least it doesn't look like I have to play baseball to save the world this time." Or punch a man-shark. How messed up is that?
My questions, in brief: 1) Are you all people with magical books that have writing on the inside like I am or are you magical book people living in a magical book land? (Yes, I have to ask. I always have to ask. My life has stuff like talking gorillas in it and I made out with a mermaid once, of course I have to ask).
1a) If you're magical book people that live in a book, do you eat the pencil shavings or something?
2) If you're not magical book people, what the hell's going on? One minute I'm bench-pressing a cow and wondering if I should do my chemistry homework, and the next I'm in some freaky castle and I don't even remember a zap. Or a poof. Or any of the typical noises you hear when stuff like this happens. Not even a zork or a paff. Also, I'm feeling major major good vibes. It's...sunny here. P.S. I'm sorry about somebody's door? I was upstairs and I just...kind of leaned on it, and well....
Anyway, I feel really good right now. Which almost makes up for the fact that I'm confused about who I am.
Somebody fill me in on the nitty gritty: What is this place? Why are we here?
And whose butt do we have to kick to go home? I'm good at that part.
[Have one hella confused half-Kryptonian, who some may recognize. He knows something is missing from his memory, but hasn't figured out what it is yet, and the whole solar flare thing is not really helping to make him feel normal. It's like finding out you're partly amnesiac and being high at the same time. You feel real good when you know you should probably be feeling pretty bad. ]
My questions, in brief: 1) Are you all people with magical books that have writing on the inside like I am or are you magical book people living in a magical book land? (Yes, I have to ask. I always have to ask. My life has stuff like talking gorillas in it and I made out with a mermaid once, of course I have to ask).
1a) If you're magical book people that live in a book, do you eat the pencil shavings or something?
2) If you're not magical book people, what the hell's going on? One minute I'm bench-pressing a cow and wondering if I should do my chemistry homework, and the next I'm in some freaky castle and I don't even remember a zap. Or a poof. Or any of the typical noises you hear when stuff like this happens. Not even a zork or a paff. Also, I'm feeling major major good vibes. It's...sunny here. P.S. I'm sorry about somebody's door? I was upstairs and I just...kind of leaned on it, and well....
Anyway, I feel really good right now. Which almost makes up for the fact that I'm confused about who I am.
Somebody fill me in on the nitty gritty: What is this place? Why are we here?
And whose butt do we have to kick to go home? I'm good at that part.
[Have one hella confused half-Kryptonian, who some may recognize. He knows something is missing from his memory, but hasn't figured out what it is yet, and the whole solar flare thing is not really helping to make him feel normal. It's like finding out you're partly amnesiac and being high at the same time. You feel real good when you know you should probably be feeling pretty bad. ]