paradisalost | Aug. 17th, 2011

Aug. 17th, 2011

malfoy-purity.livejournal.com

Who: Draco Malfoy

malfoy_purity and Elektra Natchios

likethetragedy
What: Working at the Bonsai
When: Yesterday morning
Where: The Candy Bonsai
Rating: PG-PG-13 (Depends on Draco's language I guess LOL

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timeresets.livejournal.com

_{[Homura knows she shouldn't use her magic when she has no idea as to what will happen to her Soul Gem while in this world, but surely using it in moderation will be alright, shouldn't it? ... She'd find an alternative to Grief Seeds if she had to, anyway.

In any case, anyone coming across Homura today will find her outside on the castle grounds, transformed and beating up a metal barrel she managed to come across with a golf club. This is... pretty hilarious to watch, probably, but she doesn't have the materials to make explosives and can't figure out how to go about asking people about it without having to explain why she needs them... not to mention Homura's pretty sure the castle wouldn't give her any even if she wanted.

If anyone's keen enough to notice, they might notice that she's stopping time, as well.]}

3-butterflies.livejournal.com

[So some of you may recall last month when Zim sent annoying robotic bees after FS? She was saved, but she decided to keep the pieces around to salvage the poor dears. Then with the help of Pinkie Pie, they repaired the bees. Sort of.

Outside of the castle, but not too high up in the sky, a pink maned Pegasus is gently flying here and there, taking her bees out for a 'walk' of sorts. The bees aren't exactly buzzing... they're 'humming'. As in using their buzzes to make a song. Not quite as annoying as vuvuzelas but pretty close. She doesn't seem to mind, though. she's just happy to float along with her robo-bee buddies. Feel free to come along and go 'what the hell am I looking at'.]

hatesdolls.livejournal.com

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( [zelman] )

That took long enough. Wonder who's going to be the next pain the ass.

tunafanatic.livejournal.com

( Room 1308 filter )

batfail.livejournal.com

( [city filter] )

slicesanddices.livejournal.com

[Training's been on hold during all this battle shit, so the faces Logan's gotten used to seeing most mornings are... who knows where.

He's not concerned, really. Just making sure none of you are going to take this as an opportunity to slack.]

Now that that's all over: Danger Room, tomorrow morning, 8am, all X-Men.

[Oh right. That whole hospitality thing Kitty is always on his ass about.]

Still open to anybody else with powers who didn't get enough brawling in this week. I'll make sure it's not boring in comparison.

[Be afraid.]

demonologist

I know what you did. I remember everything now.

mal-addict.livejournal.com

( Polly/Private )

( Nikola )

[Maladict can be found at her usual spot in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. Except she seems to be so deep in thought, she’s let the cup go cold, the drink within left virtually untouched. Anyone who knows her well enough should know this is the sign of nothing good. After a moment’s consideration, she dictates into the journal. She sounds tired. And annoyed]

This world dragged me into its clutches right after the war I was fighting had finished. I never got to do that ‘the big fight is over, enjoy your freedom, soldier’ thing. I didn’t even have to watch the consequences, see my country rebuild, see people get over what they’d witnessed. Seems I won’t be so lucky here.
I’m not particularly relishing it.

[She taps the table a few times, before sighing, putting up another filter]

( Kate Kane )

hard-talker.livejournal.com

[BACKDATED TO MONDAY @ 10PM. mun fails at remembering to bring her laptop home from the weekend.]

Well, for whatever the fuck it's worth, for starters? Welcome back, Dave and Xander, you goddamn rockstars. Yeah, I know, place couldn't stand in one piece without you. You leave, fucking war breaks out. Life's rough for guys like us, isn't it? After a rebound like that, the real newbies like Kaine and Helen have a tough act to follow.

Unless you're living under a rock, you've noticed. I know you all have. It's done, it's finished, hail the conquering heroes, and all that. Don't get me wrong, you guys rocked the casbah! But how long do we all think it's gonna be until it all gets forgotten because someone's a cat for a week, or blows up a microwave? I know we've got the graveyard out back for the poor schmucks who bite it, but what about somethin' for the ones who stick their necks out on the line time and time again? Anyone ever thought of buildin' somethin' like that? Hard Harry may be gettin' sentimental in his ripe old age after bein' here a good nine months, but it sounds like a good idea to me.

[Good Guys Filter, same as Yuan's post]

If any of you want in on this kind of thing, and weren't already, and missed it ... the Peace Patrol's still recruiting.

[/Filter]

Anyone feel like callin' in? I feel like playing it loose tonight, playin' 52 pickup and seein' where everything falls. Let's kick it, Paradisa. Gimme whatcha got.

[he'll put on Nirvana's infamous Unplugged album, kick back, and wait for the comments to roll in]

spongetastic.livejournal.com

( Claire )

beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com

[Booth hadn't been sleeping well. It wasn't the act of fighting...or even the nearly dying part. At least, he told himself it wasn't. Neither of those were new issues and he'd learned how to deal with them a lot time ago.

But here he was, staring at the clock from his position on the couch, watching it edge somewhere past 2am and sipping a scotch as he tried to find the urge to sleep.]

[There is a small figure in a romper suit glaring at him malevolently from where he's standing in the doorway to the bedroom.]

Oh, there you are. I should have guessed you'd be out here practically crying like a little girl.

[halfway through a swallow, the voice is enough to get him to choke.]

What the hell?!

[His eyes watering as the alcohol goes down the wrong way, stinging, really doesn't do him any favors, but he can't even find the presence of mind to argue. There was a baby standing in his bedroom door.

A cartoon baby.

A talking, cartoon baby.

....Nope. Not making sense]

Oh yes, that's original.

[Said in the flatest tone of voice possible, baby folding his arms.]

Lets get this over and done with, shall we? What the hell? This isn't real. What was in my drink? Ecetera Ecetera. Are we finished, Boothie?

[he looked down at his drink when it's mentioned, then back at the apparition. He rubs his eyes. And then, because he can't think what else to say, he manages a question] ...What do you want?

Maybe I want feeding.

[He paused, before snapping a hand in the air and grinning.]

Because you're such a woman, get it? You can feed me with your breasts... because I'm a baby. Ohhh yes, burn.

[A pause.]

But no, really, you need to grow some balls. [Should a baby enjoy saying the word "balls" so much? Probably not.] Maybe then you might ask that woman out.

Wha- Bones?! No. No, we talked about this. [or, avoided talking about it really, but it had been understood] We're just partners.

....okay, why am I talking to you about this anyway?

I'm sorry? All I heard was wah-wah I'm too much of a whining bitch to get laid.

[He gestures to where the journal is laying open on the table.]

Perhaps they heard something different? ...I wouldn't count on it, though.

[Booth follows the gaze. Something soft is muttered under his breath. It probably wasn't polite.]

[OOC: Thanks to the stress of having a clocktower collapse on him, Booth is currently experiencing a minor hallucination. Black is Booth, Red is Stewie from Family Guy (thanks to the fabulous Ena) who is...well..not really there. Feel free to ask Booth why he's being a crazy person and talking to himself.]

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Who: Elena Gilbert and YOU!
What: Elena decides she needs to chill and the Lux is the perfect place for her to collect her thoughts.
When: 17 August.
Where: The Lux.
Rating: PG. If it changes, will be updated.

( caught in the crowd )

☻ relaxed

neverplays

[the voice dictating over the journal sounds like it just woke up. It's possible she did. She sleeps all day to patrol all night. Still, it'll get more awake and alert as she shuffles around.]

I just had the craziest dream. I mean, not even waking up in this castle thinking it's a dream can compare to this dream.

There was a river of pudding. That was alive.

Not even hot lava river. Pudding river. That rice stuff with the gross maggoty looking blobs.

[shuffle with the journal to go brush her teeth. she'll talk with a mouth of foam]

Anfhyway... I gog wahgging down guh bwig... [SPIT! RINSE!] The bridge and then the blobs of rice started to turn into maggots. Then the pudding stuff parted and it was just a river of putrid remains and gurgling sounds from all their dead mouths.

All... "Gllaaarrgh..."

[she moves from the bathroom to the front room where she's going to start getting dressed. She's not patrolling tonight, though. She's going to go play outside.]

Then they just got really quiet. Creepy quiet. The bridge started to dissolve, like sand... and I tried to cling to the rope but it was slimey and I couldn't hold on.

Then I woke up.

I think I need therapy.

I'm also never eating that rice pudding or oatmeal or anything gooey and lumpy - ever again.

PARADISA LOST

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