four paintings burned

[thehangedrose]

[It's a (mostly) peaceful day in Paradisa. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and some guy is shrieking at the top of his lungs in absolute terror over the journals.]

[Wait, what?]

HHHYYYEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!!!! NO! NO NO NO NO NO no no no nooooooo...

No, I don't want this! I don't want you! I never wanted you! So, if you please, just go bug someone else...really, that would be the best thing!

[There's the sound of running, and then it stops and there is a slight gasp.]

Oh! Oh. Why won't...just leave me alone, okay?! I don't want to take you! Nor play your games...just go. Go! Oh...this has to be a dream. I'm dreaming, right? First the rose, now this...

[And now, Garry sounds annoyed- annoyed that the gallery is coming back to haunt him (or is it the castle's doing...? he doesn't want to think about it), annoyed that he has to be reminded of everything that he went through, especially that room...]

I don't think this is doing well at all for my mental state at all...

[He lets out a shuddering sigh and then realizes that he's been holding the journal open the entire time. Welp, that is kind of embarrassing- he moves and turns away from the doll that has been following him everywhere, and speaks in a rather horrified whisper, as if he's afraid the thing can hear him, somehow.]

Um. Sorry. About that...though I have a quick question.

If...you had a specific problem that came back to bother you, what would you do about it? And this isn't a problem that I can get rid of that easily...

[ooc: Garry's first loss! And he'll be found all over the castle in a hysterical state, if you want to run into him. YAY FOR CREEPY DOLLS.]

1 dehydrated cube

[mispronunciates]

[it's a quiet afternoon in Paradisa, for the most part, with so many people gone ... the start of fall is coming, it's that lazy afternoon hour where not much goes on ...

and then the lobby doors blow open. a massive cloud of fog pours through the doors, and electric guitars split the silence. over the music, a very loud, very triumphant peal of maniacal laughter drifts out, and a pretty impressive silhouette stands in the fog - broad shoulders, high collar ... HUGE head...]

GOOD AFTERNOON, METROCITY! Are you all PUMPED-UP? Let me hear your excited fanatical little human voices!

[Megamind comes sweeping in out of the fog, arms raised high -- and his jaw drops. not only is there no crowd, but, well--]

... Okay, CUT IT. Cut it!

[the music stops]

Minion...? Did you give me the wrong directions to the Googolplexarama Mall opening? [he turns around, and well --]

No Minion. ... No giant throng of brain-bots .... and where'd my boombox-bot go. ... Alright, ha ha! I get it. You can come OUT now, Mr. Mayor, that was very funny ...

[greetings, castle residents. your newest neighbor has arrived, and he's ... well, blue. come say hello...?]

Like a band-aid!

[persequor]

( Spike the dragon )

(no subject)

[save_the_souls]

[Dictated; a bit quiet and tired. He seems to be doing a lot of these messages these days]

I know she was here only a short time but...Lenalee Lee has gone home.

I'm sorry to anyone that knew her.

58

[cheerupemoborg]

[There's something scuttling up and down the castle halls this evening, stalking from the shadows.

Maybe you see something out of the corner of your eye - a flash of red and black. Maybe you hear the sound of metal briefly scraping against the the floor, or maybe you sense something else entirely.

Either way, walking down any of them, you can't help but like you're being watched. Or followed.

Or, y'know, both.]

eighteen ► where have you been

[gentleidealist]

[Filtered AWAY from Zelos and anyone who would spoil the surprise for him.]

Hey everyone, Lloyd here. So, it was Zelos' birthday while we were at Lastlook. He didn't tell anyone that I know of... probably because he didn't want his friends to make a big fuss over him.

Weird, right?

I'm thinking we should all get together and throw him a surprise party. It'll be late, but who cares. If you're interested, leave me your name and when you're free.

As far as what to give him, I... don't know. I'm still kinda stuck on that myself. It's hard to shop for someone who has everything. Just being there is probably enough.

Oh, and try to keep this a secret. He's really sneaky, so you can't say anything.

( [Genis] )

103.9 - please call me only if you are coming home

[hard_talker]

[ten pm! and here comes Mark's Monday night theme song, right on schedule. he cuts it out relatively late in the song, tonight - he's feeling mellow, and just enjoying the tune, himself, while he finishes off a cigarette]

Heeeeeey, Happy Monday, everybody. Are we having fun yet? ... Just a few newbies this week, so a nice personal hello to
Paige, Alucard, and Megamind! You guys came in a lull, so hold on to your socks, there's probably some crazy shit just over the horizon! As for current events? The DeathMatch reopening party is s'posed to be sometime tonight, for those of you interested in booze and loud music and crazy shit. Yours truly might show up once he gets done here. Right now, though, I'm gonna spin a little somethin' for the people who tromped their asses all over the wilderness. By the looks of the schedule they put in the journal, they should be gettin' back sometime tomorrow, so ... here's a little marchin' music for the last legs ... [he kicks back in his chair and sets the week's list spinning]

Those've you who had cars and stuff, where you're from? Tell me your favorite travelin' tune and I'll add it to the mix. Also! I'm gonna be DJing Phoebe and Peter's wedding, so if there's anything you want me to play besides the usual, you all better start tellin' me now. You've got advance notice, so if anyone whines about Whitesnake when the time comes, it'll be their own damn fault.

[Steve Rogers]

[he hasn't heard from the older man since the Crap In The Halls incident, but ... he seemed like a decent guy. he scribbles in the filter, then hesitates. how do you tell someone you want to try and get to know them because they remind you of someone who isn't there anymore?] Hey, uh ...

How's it going?

[/Steve]

❥ 7 [written]

[whathedoves]

Sakuya's left.

How selfish of me! Acting like this even now...

In the end, I still wasn't a very good brother! Right up until the last.

I'd always hoped he would find a lot of friends here. If you were a companion to him: Thank you. I'm glad he was able to meet you and that you were looking out for him. You have my undying gratitude, a rare and not particularly valuable currency, I fear. You all did what I couldn't! What heroes.

That's all today. Adieu.