ℒℒ 41 {dictated} after midnight

[luthored]

[ Lana can actually claim having a quiet couple of weeks for once, strange tension with Damon and Damian’s unique and separate dramas aside. Which is why she has decided to dedicate Friday night a spa night after she finally gets home from work late.

By the time midnight rolls around, Lana’s stretched out on her couch in a plush robe and slippers, a small black lab curled up in her lap while she flips through an interior decorating magazine. A detox mask covers her face, and her hair is wrapped back in a conditioning treatment and a towel, and honest to goodness she looks like a normal young woman enjoying a normal evening.

Until she’s suddenly no longer on her couch, and instead sitting up and reading in a...bed? A fancy bed. And just as she’s wondering if she accidentally dozed off, she looks over and sees somebody next to her.

A familiar somebody. At that, Lana cries out in surprise for all over the suddenly open journal to hear; ]

E—Ezio?!


[ ooc; Initial reaction open over the journal, but Lana would close it right after. Comments from her will 'technically' be from maybe half an hour later or so later. ]

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[kalinda]

[Now, Kalinda hadn't found waking up next to a stranger a new thing by any means, though in a castle where she knew next to little about the residents themselves? That was certainly something a little different.

She'll pause for a moment, staring down at the women before her. Oh, naked. That's... well. Okay, she can understand that. Because, well--

Oh, well. Never mind that! Why doesn't she remember this?

She'll tentatively move a hand to the woman's shoulder, applying just enough pressure to allow for a subtle motion.]

...hey.

[there’s a groan and Isabela finally opens her eyes, squinting at the form next to her.

...

...That must have been one hell of a night if she can’t even remember any of it.]

Hey there, sailor.

[To which Kalinda offers the woman but a simple glance, relaxing only in the sense of pressing her back against her headboard. She'll look down, perhaps let her eyes linger for a moment, before catching the woman's eyes again.]

Is there a reason I don't... exactly remember this?

[She won't make a move to reach for the covers; it's not as thought it would help any.] I'm sure I would have remembered a woman who-- Well.

[Isabela sits up, stretching luxuriously. Shame? What’s that?]

Either we got completely drunk off our asses and managed not to get a hangover, or the castle is up to its tricks again.

[glancing around at the Valentine’s Day decorations] Or I’ve started sleep walking right into other people’s beds. [hm] I wonder how plausible an excuse that is.

[And a glance before allowing her eyes to raise to the ceiling. Well, if she has to stretch...]

Yeah. That's one hell of a trick.

[an amused chuckle as she walks naked to the door]

It could always be worse. [and...the door doesn’t open.]

...Maybe I spoke too soon.

_{(ooc. Kalinda is black, and Isabela is this lovely color. Aw yiss. B] )}

♅ fifth / Valentine's

[themistress]

[Mistress's chambers are never a good place to find yourself uninvited. For one, there are all sorts of weird things lying around, like skulls and whips and not-completely-phallic objects. For another, Mistress is very temperamental, and dislikes being disturbed.

Especially when she's trying to sleep. Which she is. Because heaven knows she's not getting invited to any all-night orgies in this place, so why bother staying up? So she's just sort of peacefully dozing, or a peacefully as she's really capable of being.

Until, of course, the castle decides it wants to be her best friend.

Love you too, Cair Paradisa~]


[ OOC: Plus Washington! Open for (probably slightly delayed) journal reactions. Because Wash's life is not miserable enough. Ever. ]

040; action/dictated

[gottaknockhard]

[There's that odd moment when you wake up somewhere different than where you fell asleep. Spike realizes it before he opens his eyes, which gives him the foresight to keep them shut until his curiosity gets the better of him. Silk sheets, the warmth of someone nearby, and as he peeks one eye open: a journal sitting open near the edge of the bed. Sometimes they really do try too hard.]

...

[When he glances over, it's the golden hair that finally gets a reaction. Julia? Her back is facing him, but he knows by now... it's her. All week, she's been avoiding him (not that he blames her), so of course the castle would see that as an opportunity to mess with a delicate situation. Spike doesn't wake her. If anything, he's very careful not to disturb any peace she's finding before their strange reality comes back into play. After a lingering silence, he slips off the edge of the bed, grabbing the journal as he moves, and finds a place by the window -- barely lifting an eyebrow at the overstuffed heart-shaped chair -- to sit and read.]

I could have sworn I've seen this before. [--he's mumbling, flipping through the last few pages until he has a better grasp on what's happening. He even manages to sound quietly amused at the commentary, even if they can't see his smile. At least it's not just him this time.]

Gets more like a prison every day. [You know, if prison was crossed with a tacky brothel.] They'll get it right eventually.

(no subject)

[secondchances]

[Stephanie was going to call it an early night, changing into her PJs and brushing her teeth with the intent of slamming her face into her pillow and having nice dreams. All was well until she stepped out of her bathroom and into a room that looked like Cupid puked all over it.]

Not a fan of that guy to begin with...

[And then she spots the other person. Whoops, the tacky decorations got in the way.]

Wait, who are you? You're not his understudy or something, are you?

03

[doublethefun]

[Luna drowsed, pleasantly caught between half asleep and half awake. A part of her mind registered the movement of the sun as it inched ever so slowly above the horizon even as another part searched out for her sister’s familiar magic. When the latter didn’t happen, she finally opened her eyes, quietly yawning even as she took in the gray promise of the predawn (Paradisan) light, the purple unicorn sleeping next to her, the gregariously pink and red decorations that seem to have found their way into her room, the –

…

Wait a second. Why is Twilight Sparkle on her bed? Her surprisingly pink bed. Complete with embroidered hearts on the blankets. ]

Nnngh.... [ Twilight Sparkle is less receptive to waking up with daybreak. She's much more prone to staying up late and then sleeping in, unless she has something planned for the morning. And she certainly hadn't planned anything special for today.

But she also usually had her blinds pulled down. The light of daybreak was leaking in and rousing her from her well-deserved sleep.... ]

Spiiiike.... please close the blinds... it's too early to be awake.... [ With that declaration, Twilight pulls one of the (pink) pillows up and places it over her face. Until her assistant closes those blinds. ]

[yeah, she doesn’t know of any ancient royal protocol that dealt with finding mares in her bed. Another moment of pondering, and then she uses magic to close the curtains.

What to do, what to do. A few minutes later:]

Twilight Sparkle. Why art thou in my bed?

[ There's a muffled groan from under her pink pillow before Twilight pulls it off. ] What do you mean, Princess? I art not in thy-

[ Wait. Waaaait. Wait. Hold on a second here.

Twilight's eyes open wide and she quickly turns and stares at Princess Luna. ] L-L-L- [ She scrambles out of the bed, falling off the side and crumpling on the floor in a heap, dragging some of the heart-filled blankets with her.

From the floor, the heap of blankets and single pony speaks. ] What am I doing in your room!?

[[ooc: Purple is Twilight while Blue is Luna…because it makes sense. Open over the journal!]]

empty in the valley of your heart

[cricketycricket]

[when the sun comes up through the windows, that's the Doctor's first clue that the castle is up to its tricks - normally, in the TARDIS, he's not woken by the onset of light, he just ... wakes up whenever he wants.

so at first he's completely up for this, curious as he sits up in the bed he's been placed in. no TARDIS, that's fine - he'll be alright without the old girl and she can handle herself. but it looks like a normal castle room ... ]

Hm.

[well, nothing for it. he gets to his feet and stretches - then turns to survey the rest of the room and realizes who's sleeping on the other side of the --

oh no. Rassilon's earlobes, NO. he is NOT staring at a sleeping Master. he's just NOT.

except he totally is.]


Well, damn.

® .090. what's the equivalent to a rain delay

[banished_dame]

Imagine everyone's already figured it out, yeah? Stuck. Trapped. Whatever the preferred term might be.

Figure this is good time as any to let everyone know the most obvious thing 'bout this happening is that the sale I'd planned on having is going to have a delay. These things have a track record of a week, yeah? [She exhales, frowning a bit. The stack of things near the door were going to have to wait.]

Figure, week of whatever this is -- then settlin' back into the usual routines once more? [She thinks about it, trying to settle on the right amount of time to let things be alright again.]

Anyone have any objections to me holding my sale in two weeks? Say... it'd be the twenty-fifth, if all the calendars still line up alright.

For those that aren't sure what it might've been, and are wondering what exactly I'd be selling - it was more of a bring your own junk sale. Trade, barter, and sell the things you've just managed to collect while here.

I've even got a request for anyone that was around when the castle went to New York, 'got a friend who'd love a bit of the Big Apple. I've only been to New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York - [She takes a breath there] so I'm not sure anything I'd have would be the same.

020

[vengefully]

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(no subject)

[brute_shot_bully]

[Come midnight, Maine is not in his bed and he is not alone. He is, however, a heavy enough sleeper that he doesn't notice right away, perhaps even sidling up to and wrapping thick arms around the supple, long-haired warm body beside him. The idea that he remembers going to bed alone doesn't quite jar him awake. It's more a nagging oddity that gradually pulls him conscious.]

[Eventually he's forced to blink his eyes open and actaully look at his bedmate. He didn't recognize the face, but that's not what had him suddenly shoving back with a startled yelp and falling off the bed. No, Maine did that because the woman he thought he'd been cuddling turned out to be a guy.]

[His tumble off the heart-shaped bed caused him to knock a journal open.] WHAT THE FUCK.

[[ooc: Maine and Duke, open journal for either!]]

○ 017 Transmission

[helljumper]

[Sleeping in a bed that wasn't the one you'd fallen into the night before was always a startling realization upon waking, more so when that bed was surrounded by all sorts of tacky decorations in light of the upcoming holiday. However, what proved to draw Rookie from his sleep was not the sudden change in scenery (though that certainly helped), but the fact that there was someone laying beside him that he was pretty certain wasn't there when he had closed his eyes earlier.

Moving carefully, he pulled the pink satin sheets away from his face in order to sit up and let his attention shift from the variety of Valentine decor, to the woman next to him. When seeing that it was someone he knew, any visible tension he might have had disappeared and was replaced instead by a far more calm exterior. Didn't mean he felt all that calm, considering the circumstances, but the familiar company certainly helped.

Which is why he's just going to go ahead and try to sneak out of bed so he can check out their new surroundings, while half-mumbling to the opened journal once he catches sight of it.]

Hope I'm not the only one witnessing the castle's attempts at romance. [He'll pause to eye the candles in particular, wrinkling his nose.] Especially when it's just giving me a headache.

[Although that apparently turns out to be the least of his worries, because after a few more seconds of movement from his side, Rookie suddenly gives off an irritated sigh. One that was quickly followed by a whispered mumbling involving something about 'annoying castle', 'hearts', and 'boxers' to anyone that was listening hard enough.]

(ooc: Open to all, as per usual! :>)

➳ 13

[daine]

[Shock and (most of the) awkward aside, Daine and Albus have fallen into a comfortable routine so far. It mainly consisted of reading whatever books were available and discussing the occasional interesting finding. That is until Daine finishes her current read and turns to him.]

I think we've used up our silence quota for the day, don't you? Let's talk.

(no subject)

[caligulas_aquarium]

[Well, oh dear, it appears Mr.Ampora just found out about all of this valentine's day loss nonsense. He's pretty pissed off by everything he sees, y'know the room itself and it's generally unpleasant decor GOD SO MUCH RED EVERYWHERE, but most of all is the fact he's stuck here with some dude he probably hates already.

So he'll just flip a table, cause that is totally the most sensible course of action in a time like this.]

This is fuckin' stupid. Wwhere the shit did the door go!?

(no subject)

[forgedinbattle]

[Some time early in the morning (or late at night, depending on how one counts these things), Xena awakes with a start. It’s not that there’s any conspicuous noise, it’s just she has the feeling that something is terribly wrong. And she always listens to those feelings.

And that’s when she becomes aware of the figure in the bed next to her. In a flash, she’s reaching for a knife, and soon has the edge of it pressed up against the throat of the sleeping man. He should certainly be awake now.]

Explain.

Twentieth Flutter

[3_butterflies]

[The following is scribbled frantically, and thus can be a little messy and slightly unintelligible. After all, writing with a pen in your mouth is hard. Writing with a pen in your mouth while absolutely terrified of the stranger in your room while you hide under your bed is even harder. Dear Fluttershy woke up today to find a human stranger in her bed. Now she is hiding under the bed, and hoping for help... and hoping he doesn't notice her.]

Help

Stranger in room

What do I do

Please only write

Thank you

070

[shirtless]

[Dictated in what he hopes is out of his new roommate's earshot.




...It's not.]

So is this going to become a regular thing? Pretty girls just randomly appearing in my room? I'm not complaining or anything, but considering this is the second time it's happened, I'm just wondering if a guy can get some warning.

~ thirty-eighth fairy tale

[too_fairytale]

Okay, castle. What have you done with my boys?

[Yes, Five, that means you too]

(no subject)

[dupable]

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⊕ .030 caliber

[neverplays]

Okay. This bed is huge and I've already put five sets of hand prints on the ceiling.

The room looks like the Dollar Store exploded in February, but I've been eating all this chocolate and Damian and I are gonna stay up all night watching movies. [She sounds like she's had way too much sugar. It's probably from all the chocolate.]

Is anyone else having this much fun?

XIV

[wilder]

[Backdated to very early this morning]

[Zelos was pretty used to waking up in strange beds or not beds at all. So when he opens his eyes to see a ceiling that he doesn't recognize, it doesn't phase him too much. Not like he had paid any mind to the ceiling anyway. He starts to stretch a little, waking up, and only when does he glance over to the person who is still asleep in his bed does he give pause]

Huh...

[There's a brief pause as he considers this; finally speaking to himself since he's under the assumption the person in bed is still asleep.]

I could've sworn you were blond last night...

─ one hundred & thirty-three

[amiable]

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(no subject)

[deterrence]

[Natsuki's not the lightest sleeper in the world. In fact, one could say the opposite and have it be mostly true. As such, this exciting first tag consists of Natsuki asleep and buried under her covers, oblivious to any overnight changes the castle saw fit to bestow upon her room.]

[some part of Shizuru has registered the fact that she isn't in her own bed anymore -- for one thing, her sheets aren't this garish shade of red. For another, there appears to be another person in it with her. Coherent thought is for the appropriately caffeinated, though, so all she manages is to squint blearily at her companion, finding familiar features; and come to the conclusion that this must be a dream of some kind. Yes.]

[Well, your dream bedmate has decided to roll over and stuff her head under the pillow. Must be the intrusive morning light filtering through the curtains. The amazingly tacky, glittery and red curtains.]

[so cute. There's a long moment where she takes the sight in, not bothering to hold back her smile. Besides, doing that is preferable to considering their surroundings. What is the place supposed to be, a love hotel room? How predictable has she become?]

[Consider that while the alarm on the bedside table suddenly starts blaring. Although it’s closer to Natsuki, her only response is to curl up into a ball and ignore it. Typical. Crazy conspiracies are relatively good excuses for cutting class, but it’s hardly the only reason she’s usually late.]

[an alarm is...new. She stares blankly at the thing, wondering if it corresponds to the one she has -- too much meta, not enough brain. When no amount of willing the alarm to stop has any effect, she reluctantly drags herself out of the nice, comfy (also disgustingly pink) blanket and manually turns it off]

[ooc: Natsuki, Shizuru. This is backdated to 6-ish in the morning, and open to responses to the noise coming over the journal]

Mission Twenty One

[triela]

[there is an unknown person in Triela's room. Luckily, she's overheard other people have unknown people in their rooms or she would've attacked poor Django. As it is, she tries to put on a friendly face]

I'm used to roommates. It's just... the one I had back home was a girl named Claes.

(no subject)

[billiardsplz]

[There’s a soft THUNK as the journal crashes to the floor followed by hysterical laughter. Edward swings the pool cue wildly as she rejoices in her win.]

Yaaaaaaaay!! [She dances around the table]

You just got lucky that time! I hereby challenge you to a rematch! [he stands up and puffs out his chest to appear all manly]

[Edward swings the cue around like a sword, brandishing it at him] Challeeeeeeeeeenge accepted!

[Gold lightly taps Edward’s cue with his own in acknowledgement] Get ready then, because I’m going to win this time!

Nooooo you’re noooot! [Edward cackles and whirls around the table, collecting the balls and racking them up for their next game.]

Ooh, then you’re in for a surprise! [as she resets the table, Gold digs out a coin] Heads or tails?

[She makes a show of thinking, tapping her chin with her finger and squinting her eyes. Clearly this is the most important decision she’s made all day] Heads!

[he flips, and it lands on Heads. He grumbles;] Heads... You may have gotten lucky again this time, but you are so going down!

[ooc: Gold, Edward]

Another day in the ballroom...

[paradisamods]

[How are you faring in the ballroom, residents? Have you gotten to know your fellow Paradisians? Had enough of the never-ending buffet?

It's only day two!

TEAM BUILDING EXERCISE OF THE DAY

The room seems a tad divided today, and for good reason. On the west side of the room is a vibrant purple flag surrounded by pillows and beanbag chairs stacked high. It it looks much like a makeshift fortress.

On the east side of the room, there is a brilliant pink flag that is also surrounded by a makeshift fort.

Between them is clear, open space. You may need that space.

The game is simple: capture the opposing team's flag while defending your own flag.

Reward: a bouncy castle complete with slides.]

Terezi: Find out more about this delicious holiday.

[flavors]

( Filtered to John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Jade Harley, Tohru Adachi, James Watson, and Alleyne )

K4RK4444444T
WH3R3 H4V3 YOU B33N H1D1NG >:]

((OOC: A small post for right now. RL is super busy right now, but I'll throw up a more open post soon.))

[Backdated to around midnight. Action]

[cantacquityou]

 

( Event Filter )

[/Edit: Room now looks something like this: Bed, Ceiling, Kitchen, and various elements from these rooms.  And when the lights are off, the walls of the room glows like this, this, and this. Others: Couch, Toilet, Misc1, Misc2, Misc3.]

➹.23

[ex_avenged224]

[It's beautiful morning! The sun is streaming through the windows -- well, the sun has just begun to rise, actually; Alleria wakes up at the crack of dawn because she is insane -- and the birds ... well, there are no birds in Paradisa, so they're not chirping. It's winter anyway.

But the point is, it's a lovely morning as Alleria rises from her sleep. She stretches her hands up to the ceiling, arching her back, and then slowly lowers them as she realizes she's not ... in Vereesa's quarters.

This room is much more rough-hewn, much more to her liking than Vereesa's soft touches of Dalaran. She frowns and looks around a bit more. But how did she ...

Oh. The journal picks up a quiet noise of recognition.]

Ah.

[That'd be it.]

Good morning, Alleyne.

[ooc. backdated to the morning of the 11th obviously!! feel free to react to anything over the journals if you'd like]