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ultimaverum.livejournal.com( [Deadpool] )
[Heyyyy, there’s a dude without a face sitting at the fountain in town. He's... juggling. Horribly]
[Like... really quite terribly. But he keeps picking the little bean bags up and trying again each time he drops them so there's... that...]
[Sometimes a guy just wants to learn a random new skill okay don't judge him]
((ooc wtf lj don't post when I'm not done...))
[Heyyyy, there’s a dude without a face sitting at the fountain in town. He's... juggling. Horribly]
[Like... really quite terribly. But he keeps picking the little bean bags up and trying again each time he drops them so there's... that...]
[Sometimes a guy just wants to learn a random new skill okay don't judge him]
((ooc wtf lj don't post when I'm not done...))
ultimaverum.livejournal.com[So… once Charlie realized what was happening, really let it sink in that his head was being suddenly made public, he started camping out in the hallways. Propped up just beside his door, for the most part motionless except every now and then when he’s had to warn the more curious folks away. But a few days of this whole… not sleeping to keep an eye on his door thing has finally taken its toll and he’s… napping. Lightly, mind you, but for the moment he isn’t paying attention at all]
[And should you take advantage of this, the door opens on a hotel lobby. One of those ridiculously posh ones with the gilded everything and the deep, red carpets and wood floors. There’s a single door off to one side, and at the front desk is… Charlie actually, arms folded in front of him, wearing an odd hollow smile as he watches you. There’s something… false in the sound of his voice, like it isn’t really him speaking: ]
Evening.
[And should you take advantage of this, the door opens on a hotel lobby. One of those ridiculously posh ones with the gilded everything and the deep, red carpets and wood floors. There’s a single door off to one side, and at the front desk is… Charlie actually, arms folded in front of him, wearing an odd hollow smile as he watches you. There’s something… false in the sound of his voice, like it isn’t really him speaking: ]
Evening.
ultimaverum.livejournal.com[He's been thinking about death a lot lately. He didn't attend the funeral if only because it seemed too personal even despite with the open invitation. But he did take a walk through town and say a few words for the people who'd died. Normally he'd keep it to himself, but tonight he's more curious then usual]
[So he writes this in a short, plain print, nothing like his usual messy scribbling: ]
We know not everyone gets to come back after they die here. [Namely the townsfolk, but... a few of the residents as well...] Where do you suppose they go instead?
[So he writes this in a short, plain print, nothing like his usual messy scribbling: ]
We know not everyone gets to come back after they die here. [Namely the townsfolk, but... a few of the residents as well...] Where do you suppose they go instead?
ultimaverum.livejournal.com( [Deapool] )
[And later, there is one faceless individual wandering through town. He does still like to keep an eye on things here even if, after a month, the townspeople still shy away from Charlie. So instead he goes as the Question because at least then he knows they're afraid of him because he doesn't have a face rather then because he killed so many of them before. At least this way he can try to help, even if he is not always as successful as he'd like... That's good enough for now]
[And later, there is one faceless individual wandering through town. He does still like to keep an eye on things here even if, after a month, the townspeople still shy away from Charlie. So instead he goes as the Question because at least then he knows they're afraid of him because he doesn't have a face rather then because he killed so many of them before. At least this way he can try to help, even if he is not always as successful as he'd like... That's good enough for now]
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Jun. 15th, 2011 10:10 pmmouthiness.livejournal.com[Room filter]
[Tired Deadpool is.... Well, even more than tired. He hasn't slept in a while. Since the group loss started and oh man that was a while ago. All of his time has been spent on his new hobby! That new hobby being stalking his boyfriend because this is what Deadpool does. But it's time for a visit even if he's exhausted beyond all belief. All he wants is to sleep but there's no way that's happening when he knows Q is still acting like he is.
When he tries the doorknob instead of knocking he's surprised that the it's unlocked. No need for breaking locks or forcing his way in for once! Nice. He opens the door but has to stop in the doorway because what is this madness Q's room is filthy]
[Tired Deadpool is.... Well, even more than tired. He hasn't slept in a while. Since the group loss started and oh man that was a while ago. All of his time has been spent on his new hobby! That new hobby being stalking his boyfriend because this is what Deadpool does. But it's time for a visit even if he's exhausted beyond all belief. All he wants is to sleep but there's no way that's happening when he knows Q is still acting like he is.
When he tries the doorknob instead of knocking he's surprised that the it's unlocked. No need for breaking locks or forcing his way in for once! Nice. He opens the door but has to stop in the doorway because what is this madness Q's room is filthy]
| Jeeze Q! What did you do?! |
ultimaverum.livejournal.com[So he woke up tucked someplace cold and quiet in town, and he’s been slowly wandering back to the Castle for… awhile now. He doesn’t know. Time has kind of lost meaning to him at this point. All he knows is… he needs to get back to his room. He needs to sleep on a proper bed and eat proper food (…or maybe not, just the idea of eating right now makes him feel… nauseous and awful) and figure how he’s going to explain this to the kid…]
[But as he finally gets to his room and opens the door, the only thing to greet him are the two dogs, quietly padding over to see what’s what. The room is quiet. To his credit, he does do a little bit of searching despite the gut knowing of it, but eventually… Well, there’s not really any way he can deny it, and people need to know. This is… murmured, quite softly: ]
Chiyo’s gone home.
[Then there’s the sound of the bolt of his door sliding home and the journal is shut. He’s just… not gonna talk to anyone for awhile… Yeah that sounds like a really good plan]
[But as he finally gets to his room and opens the door, the only thing to greet him are the two dogs, quietly padding over to see what’s what. The room is quiet. To his credit, he does do a little bit of searching despite the gut knowing of it, but eventually… Well, there’s not really any way he can deny it, and people need to know. This is… murmured, quite softly: ]
Chiyo’s gone home.
[Then there’s the sound of the bolt of his door sliding home and the journal is shut. He’s just… not gonna talk to anyone for awhile… Yeah that sounds like a really good plan]
forward-dated to late evening;
Jun. 7th, 2011 04:23 pmcustodismundi.livejournal.com[once dusk settled over Cair Paradisa and townspeople began finding refuge inside their homes... castle residents starting to filter back to their rooms or go about their evening routines, things began... happening, slowly but surely, throughout the evening hours.
people began going missing.
it was just townspeople, at first. closer and closer to the castle, never returning home from work or school. and then it was castle residents, too... some who'd ventured into the City Royale -- and some who'd been "safe" in the almighty magic castle itself.
Cordelia, Akira, Carl, Vriska, and Adachi have gone missing overnight. their current location is unknown. but anyone who happens upon their rooms will find their doors marked with splatters of blood. one hopes it isn't their own.]
[dictated; OPEN]
[the Commander is currently residing in the half-demolished underground base beneath the Industrial district, reclined back in a solitary chair in what appears to be a console room. his hands are folded over his stomach, legs propped up on the computer console with a variety of fuzzy screens that display nothing but static, a white noise in the background as he dictates for the journal beside him.]
"The world is beautiful, but has a disease called man." - Friedrich Nietzsche.
The Lady-Saint's Christian God proclaims to love man... and even He purges His own beloved children in His wrath with plague or flood or smite, never to return to the face of the earth again. Yet here we are, living in a world whose omnipotent forces see fit to revive the scourge that walks it, even from death...
Curious, isn't it?
Does 'Paradisa' value your lives more than 'God?' Or is it masochism? Morbid curiosity? We can't say 'it' cares for us all; none of the dead in this city will miraculously return to their families as us blessed few would. What makes you different than these terrans...?
[there is the sloppy patter of coppery red on the page. Abel intends to find out.]
[the journal shuts.]
[ooc: VICTIMS ARE GONE FROM THE CASTLE AS OF MIDNIGHT IN-GAME TIME! Abel's dictation goes up sometime after that and is open to everyone in the journals!
the ACTION parts of this post are for victims and vampires to mingle and are CLOSED to them -- but feel free to notice that these guys are gone from the castle/town at your leisure! another post will go up tomorrow for the escapes and rescue, and be backdated to early morning in-game. that post will conclude the loss. (please wait for sections to go up, kidnappees/vampires - UP!) note because of different time-zones, replies may be delayed til later for some and all is backtag-friendly as usual!]
people began going missing.
it was just townspeople, at first. closer and closer to the castle, never returning home from work or school. and then it was castle residents, too... some who'd ventured into the City Royale -- and some who'd been "safe" in the almighty magic castle itself.
Cordelia, Akira, Carl, Vriska, and Adachi have gone missing overnight. their current location is unknown. but anyone who happens upon their rooms will find their doors marked with splatters of blood. one hopes it isn't their own.]
[dictated; OPEN]
[the Commander is currently residing in the half-demolished underground base beneath the Industrial district, reclined back in a solitary chair in what appears to be a console room. his hands are folded over his stomach, legs propped up on the computer console with a variety of fuzzy screens that display nothing but static, a white noise in the background as he dictates for the journal beside him.]
"The world is beautiful, but has a disease called man." - Friedrich Nietzsche.
The Lady-Saint's Christian God proclaims to love man... and even He purges His own beloved children in His wrath with plague or flood or smite, never to return to the face of the earth again. Yet here we are, living in a world whose omnipotent forces see fit to revive the scourge that walks it, even from death...
Curious, isn't it?
Does 'Paradisa' value your lives more than 'God?' Or is it masochism? Morbid curiosity? We can't say 'it' cares for us all; none of the dead in this city will miraculously return to their families as us blessed few would. What makes you different than these terrans...?
[there is the sloppy patter of coppery red on the page. Abel intends to find out.]
[the journal shuts.]
[ooc: VICTIMS ARE GONE FROM THE CASTLE AS OF MIDNIGHT IN-GAME TIME! Abel's dictation goes up sometime after that and is open to everyone in the journals!
the ACTION parts of this post are for victims and vampires to mingle and are CLOSED to them -- but feel free to notice that these guys are gone from the castle/town at your leisure! another post will go up tomorrow for the escapes and rescue, and be backdated to early morning in-game. that post will conclude the loss. (
ultimaverum.livejournal.com( [Filtered away from Contra Mundi] )
[There is one Methuselah going through an existential crisis in town! He’s sitting on the edge of a roof, legs dangling as he watches the street below. He’s justifying the break to himself by saying he’s weak, needs to rest occasionally, since his team keeps using him as a chew toy B( Mostly though he just wants to see who responds to his question. Trying to confirm something he’s pretty sure he already knows]
((ooc Open... for... nomming?!?! Also non-nomming. Also over the journal))
[There is one Methuselah going through an existential crisis in town! He’s sitting on the edge of a roof, legs dangling as he watches the street below. He’s justifying the break to himself by saying he’s weak, needs to rest occasionally, since his team keeps using him as a chew toy B( Mostly though he just wants to see who responds to his question. Trying to confirm something he’s pretty sure he already knows]
((ooc Open... for... nomming?!?! Also non-nomming. Also over the journal))
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May. 22nd, 2011 04:02 ammouthiness.livejournal.com[Room Filtah]
[It's just your average morning for Deadpool. He actually went to bed last night for the first time in a few days so he's completely conked out. Getting drunk probably helped that. but the fact that his boyfriend has apparently slipped into his room at some point last night hasn't gotten noticed.
And you know what else he isn't noticing? The two little girls whispering and giggling quietly as they try sneaking into the bed to lay down next to their dads. Yeah it's that time of the year. His little Skippy is back along with her new BFF, Q's daughter Emily. Deadpool's so out of it that the girls can keep pushing and poking him until he mutters in his sleep and scoots over to give them more room. This is going to be a long week]
[It's just your average morning for Deadpool. He actually went to bed last night for the first time in a few days so he's completely conked out. Getting drunk probably helped that. but the fact that his boyfriend has apparently slipped into his room at some point last night hasn't gotten noticed.
And you know what else he isn't noticing? The two little girls whispering and giggling quietly as they try sneaking into the bed to lay down next to their dads. Yeah it's that time of the year. His little Skippy is back along with her new BFF, Q's daughter Emily. Deadpool's so out of it that the girls can keep pushing and poking him until he mutters in his sleep and scoots over to give them more room. This is going to be a long week]
ultimaverum.livejournal.com[So Charlie has spent today in his room, which isn't all that unusual for him, hermit that he is. What is unusual is that he's spent the entire time in front of his window, waiting for a certain birdchild to reappear. Just trying to be... hopeful, even if he already knows at the back of his head...]
[Eventually he makes one last trip over to the kid's door, watching the blank plate as if expecting the name to come back somehow. But it doesn't. Finally, he gives in and flips his journal open, murmuring: ]
Tobias is gone. Sorry to everyone who knew him...
[Then... the journal is shut and he heads back towards his room. If he responds to this at all, it’ll be quite awhile )8]
[Eventually he makes one last trip over to the kid's door, watching the blank plate as if expecting the name to come back somehow. But it doesn't. Finally, he gives in and flips his journal open, murmuring: ]
Tobias is gone. Sorry to everyone who knew him...
[Then... the journal is shut and he heads back towards his room. If he responds to this at all, it’ll be quite awhile )8]
ultimaverum.livejournal.com[There is one Charlie out in the garden this evening. This... late evening... Don't judge him. He's slowly rolling a few of the gold acorns he got from Totoro around in the palm of his hand, kicking over little piles of dirt as he wanders through. After a moment, he huffs faintly, runs his free hand through his hair and reaches into his jacket for the journal]
Um... anyone know anything about gardening? Well, planting seeds, really. I'm pretty sure I have no idea what I'm doing...
((ooc open *^*))
Um... anyone know anything about gardening? Well, planting seeds, really. I'm pretty sure I have no idea what I'm doing...
((ooc open *^*))
ultimaverum.livejournal.com[It is very late at night and there is a Charlie moving as quickly and quietly as he possibly possibly can towards his room. Something just went horribly wrong with that last conversation and clearly he needs to go to his room and look after Chiyo and maybe sleep for a couple hours because really… that was not okay]
[However, this particular Charlie is also quite tired and a little bit panicked which means… chances are he’s going to fail his stealth check at some point. Care to surprise him on his way up? B)]
((Loss!))
[However, this particular Charlie is also quite tired and a little bit panicked which means… chances are he’s going to fail his stealth check at some point. Care to surprise him on his way up? B)]
((Loss!))
ultimaverum.livejournal.com[So… scouring the castle and the grounds and the town and… everywhere hasn’t gotten him any closer to finding where Chiyo’s gone. He’s had his journal open most of the day, but most of what’s going on has faded into a low buzz in his ear compared to the memory of her screaming. He finds himself in the library eventually, knows they need people looking for any information even if he doesn’t remember who exactly said so]
[He's lost track of the number of books he’s checked, just pulling anything that seems like it might be relevant. But then, flipping through a book on ghosts and tradition and people, something red catches his eye. He opens to the page, reads the circled passage… over and over, setting a finger against the words and following them one by one just to be sure]
[The voice that comes over the journal is slow and not a little shaky. He won’t read the whole thing, just the most important bits...]
Blood trees… store the blood of the taken children until it is sufficient enough to be consumed… There have been occasions where communities have managed to retrieve their children. H… [A pause, wondering how many Good Guys are going to object to this]
Human sacrifice is often the only method… These creatures cannot be reasoned with or destroyed, and they will seldom leave their trees once they have rooted them.
[There’s another, longer pause. Then he sighs weakly and murmurs: ] We could save them now…
[Because really, what is self-preservation when your pseudodaughter just disappeared...]
[He's lost track of the number of books he’s checked, just pulling anything that seems like it might be relevant. But then, flipping through a book on ghosts and tradition and people, something red catches his eye. He opens to the page, reads the circled passage… over and over, setting a finger against the words and following them one by one just to be sure]
[The voice that comes over the journal is slow and not a little shaky. He won’t read the whole thing, just the most important bits...]
Blood trees… store the blood of the taken children until it is sufficient enough to be consumed… There have been occasions where communities have managed to retrieve their children. H… [A pause, wondering how many Good Guys are going to object to this]
Human sacrifice is often the only method… These creatures cannot be reasoned with or destroyed, and they will seldom leave their trees once they have rooted them.
[There’s another, longer pause. Then he sighs weakly and murmurs: ] We could save them now…
[Because really, what is self-preservation when your pseudodaughter just disappeared...]
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Feb. 15th, 2011 11:59 pmmouthiness.livejournal.com[Backdated to this afternoon!!! After a long Valentines night, Deadpool is just getting his butt up. And by getting up I mean rolling over and groaning, accidentally smacking his journal open]
Oooh. Two minute hangovers are still just as bad as all day ones..l..
[He sits there for a minute, before he remembers why he drank so much. It was a celebration. Him and Q were celebrating because.... Oh. OH. Oh man he's got a ring and Q is right next to him still sleeping WHY. Starts angrily whispering to himself, .]
Oh. My. God. OH GOD. We really- Why did we?! I'm just going to blame him this wasn't my fault! [Gets up out of bed, scrambling for his journal. ]
Is there a lawyer in the house?!
Oooh. Two minute hangovers are still just as bad as all day ones..l..
[He sits there for a minute, before he remembers why he drank so much. It was a celebration. Him and Q were celebrating because.... Oh. OH. Oh man he's got a ring and Q is right next to him still sleeping WHY. Starts angrily whispering to himself, .]
Oh. My. God. OH GOD. We really- Why did we?! I'm just going to blame him this wasn't my fault! [Gets up out of bed, scrambling for his journal. ]
Is there a lawyer in the house?!