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[ at 12 noon the doors and windows inside the ballroom unlock on their own and slowly open. holy guacamole, FRESH AIR IN DAAAAYS. the victims inside are free to stop and stare at the open doors... and resist to face palm themselves AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT. ]

[ HOW DOES IT FEEL, being sane again? feels good, man. the castle is sure you'll remember those days of rocking out to your alter ego and look back at them... fondly?? ]

[ and residents chilling outside the doors are free to WTF at everyone and everything. ]

[ ooc: LOSS OVER. NO SECTIONS THIS TIME AND GRAB SOME MORE RANDOM CRRRRR. THANK YOU COOL GUYS SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING IN THIS TRASH LOSS LKSFJWEOIURWEKR residents will have their powers back and are free to just... leave and go shower or something. /goes to backtag ]

compete.livejournal.com

[ FRIDAY MORNING. sleep well, soldiers? or were you guys up all night getting teams/forts set and ready? YEAH, WELL. THAT'S NOT ENOUGH. YOU AIM TO BE THE BEST, BEST, BEST.. How will you do it? Set traps, ambush others, bomb forts and take what remains for yours?? EVERYONE is in the way towards your path of becoming the NUMBER ONE top dog. Go stir crazy, or just plain crazy in general. ]

[ oh, and there's a new note on the door ]
"FINISH THEM."
TEST YOUR MIGHT.

[ okay, seriously now. the ballroom looks like an absolute mess. there are all sorts of forts set up in different sections of the room, the shelves are nearly bare and some aisles are completely trashed. also random fog machines are up and stuck in between the most random places to SET THE MOOD. YA'LL ARE IN THE ZONE, AFTER ALL. CAUSE THIS IS HOW WE DO IT. ]

[ ooc: sorry this had to be super early ;; I am being called out for the afternoon /sob will be back in a few! ]

compete.livejournal.com

[ Did you guys sleep all right? It's the A.M. and ya'll are ready to get up and ditch the ballroom and start your day! ... But it's been hours since the doors have closed on their own and they still won't budge. The heck? ]

[ That's not all. If you take a good look around, it seems like the castle's turned the whole ballroom into a furniture warehouse overnight. Random couches, tables, chairs.. Oh, and all sorts of toy weapons. The heck? ]

[ .. But first thing's first... there's a small note taped onto the door which reads: ]

Pillow & Sheet Fort Warz.
IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED! GO FORTH AND CONQUER!!!

[ ooc: OKAY GUYS. TIME TO START ROCKING AND ROLLING? residents still have their journals, they can find them buried under their blankets if they originally... weren't poofed with it! and any muns who signed up after the first post.. can still throw in their characters! you can say they were poofed in late or walked in before the doors closed! srsly, it's allll goood!

Also a few residents should be feeling wonky vibes as the day goes on. feel free to start making ridiculous names and getting into WAR MODE. ]

compete.livejournal.com

[ It's 11 PM, you maybe just heading into bed or at least getting ready for sleep.. before you're suddenly 'poofed' into the castle's ballroom. Wait, what? Well, the castle decided to throw YOU special snowflakes a surprise sleep over! Why? WELL, CAUSE YA'LL DESERVE IT. And the castle is a hip-daddy like that. The place is pretty decked out.. ]

[ Couches, tvs, ...futons.., sleeping bags.. to piles of dvds, bowls of popcorn, and sodaaaa. Even a filthy DDR machine with broken pads form the game room and telescopes... BUT THAT'S NOT ALL, right outside the entrance is a sign that reads: ]

"SURPRIZE HIP SLEEPOVER INSIDE"

[ from the peeps inside the ballroom to the folks peeking in from the outside. WHAT DO YOU DO? ]

[ ooc: DONE. ANYONE PASSING BY IS FREE TO JOIN IN... THIS FILTHY LOSS. ]

protecteurdelac.livejournal.com

[Lancelot is being slightly less of a stalker today! Instead of sitting around at Halloween or Arthur's door, he's sitting under a tree with a book. He's not alone, though -- he's accompanied by a hot blonde chick.

Who he happens to be reading to.

He turns the page smoothly, moving on to the next page and making sure that Guinevere can see the pictures before reading in a monotone.]

"See Spot go. Go, Spot ... go."

[ooc: OPEN POST, feel free to come ... comment on how retarded this is LKSJALKAS]

royalrack.livejournal.com

[ Having essentially settled in to the best of her ability, Guinevere chose to spend the morning wandering around the courtyard. In less than two days, it has already become one of her favorite haunts due to the familiarity of it as well as the view. From her seat, it almost looks like -- at least to her -- she could reach out and touch the quaint little city that loomed in the distance.

Soon, she wanted to go there as well. Perhaps Halloween and Lancelot would accompany her later and she could dote on her, that would be fun. This morning she has traded in her long, flowing gown for something a bit simpler but no less elegant. She is even sans her hat today though she made sure to place it in a safe place in her room. It wouldn't do to misplace something as important as that. Her journal is open beside her but it's been all but forgotten as she's lost in thought.

They had finally been reunited, her and Mordred. She couldn't be happier. Everything was finally starting to come together. ]

[ooc; Open~ ]

royalrack.livejournal.com

[ for any castle residents who might find themselves in the lobby, they will be treated to the sight of this woman descending the stairs wearing a somewhat anxious expression on her face. once she reaches the bottom she pauses and turns her head off to the left followed by the right, an action that sends the little ornamental tassels that are attached to her hat whipping around her face.

he is not here. not there. more over, while none of the faces of the people she passes are particularly judgmental, they aren't familiar either. they shouldn't have been here, these strangers. it's worrisome. plus, she can't help but dwell on the injury Lancelot sustained -- it was a terrible wound. she has her journal in tow, almost unconsciously wringing the pages between her fingers because she isn't quite sure what to do with it at this point ]

Ah..

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