patchworksniper: (hey man nice shot)
[personal profile] patchworksniper
[Xigbar's not really had much need for lighting in all this darkness, what with being able to see in the dark and all. When the lights went out, he went hunting. Not that that was much different from any other day, but with the other chaos from the monsters and all the people completely blind in the darkness it was perfect.

Since the lights hadn't come back he'd not seen a reason to stop reveling in the mayhem potential.

While he's keeping himself busy creeping through the halls snuffing any torches or lanterns and crushing battery powered lighting hard working DR residents have put up to better navigate the halls, he's still got an eye out for something to chase. Like say, for example, you.]


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[Meanwhile, on a less aggressive note.
 
 
Luxord has largely stopped seeing much call for sleep without a sunrise to knock him out each morning.
 
 To say nothing of how hellish the schedule is for those who've the misfortune to be among his pets right now.
 
 The biggest downside is that this has exponentially increased how much blood Luxord needs. Not that this is a particularly huge problem. With such an abundance of time on his hands, there's plenty of time for feeding while still having room on the schedule for socialising and engaging his own little games.
 
While he doesn't need the light to see, today he's keeping torch on hand and sticking to 'safer' hallways for the greatly reduced the risk of errant fireballs and unintended frenzies ruining his day, or evening, whichever it was.
 
 It also had the benefit of making him slightly less suspicious that those that chose to lurk about in the dark. Useful little things like carrying a torch he didn't really need, or presenting as less than able to defend himself from things in the dark that made him seem a less threatening or maybe even approachable sort when he went looking for someone that wandered off from the herd.

Dinner, conversation, maybe a bit of both.]

[[ooc: two-for-one post since I'm no longer as hideously ill as I was when the event post went up,
Xigbar will probably be violent no matter what but it's up to you how far that goes. Maybe some people may want some 'words' with him given some of his activites with cetain Soras and Rikus but... yeah, good luck with that.
 
Luxord will flipflop between hunting, mayhem and chitchat based on whether he knows the people thrown at him and if you personally feel sadistic.*cough*you know who you are*cough*]]
noneuclidean: (You can't change fate)
[personal profile] noneuclidean
[Greetings DR, here's a new... well, she's not exactly a newcomer anymore having arrived a good while ago, she did her research first by thoroughly indulging one or two of her top ten favourite activities: lurking and eavesdropping.

Now Xigbar's got it all down, she's all set to engage another of her top ten: being a dick with gravity. Which is why pretty much anything and anyone that visits this hallway shall find themselves experiencing a distinct lack of it.

Spotting the culprit isn't too hard, even with her hood up the style of her coat is pretty distinctive and even if that didn't tip anyone off, she's still the only thing in the hallway not bolted down that's firmly planted on a surface. Sure the surface is the wall, but her choice in vertical hardly matters when you find yourself unable to maintain one.
]
patchworksniper: (this will end well)
[personal profile] patchworksniper
[Did this hallway just get dark or is it just you? Maybe it was just the transition from a bright sunny hallway to an enclosed, more indoors one? Maybe it's just the DR messing with you?

Perhaps it's time to be on the lookout for grues, heartless or any other monsters that might be lurking in the dark.
]

[ooc: for the sadists looking to make their character's suffer a bit. Just let me know how far you want things to go so I can make accommodations.]
censoredpilot: (Is that all ya got?)
[personal profile] censoredpilot
[See, happy as  [personal profile] censoredpilot  is to dick about with engine bits all day, he can't go and let himself get soft even if he doesn't see much (read as: any) fighting nowadays. Which is what finds Cid in the training room.
Though with his spear against the wall instead of in his hands and a large portion of floor cleared, it probably looks more like he's performing a gymnastics routine than anything really fighting related.

There's a method to his madness though: all those jumps and hand springs aren't just for his health. Though that may assume his chain smoking didn't indicate his blatant disregard for his health.
]


[personal profile] patchworksniper is getting some sun in the Destiny Islands. Without a shirt or his coat he's giving a nice view of the extra metal on him. 'Course sand isn't real good for his mechanical arm, but the sound of him caring is apparently 'zzz.']


[[personal profile] datafreeze is in the library, trying to surreptitiously poke through the filthy harlequin  'romance' section without being seen there. Unfortunately for her, Vexen's attempts to be stealthy probably draw more attention to her than if she tried to be nonchalant about it.
This, however, will not stop her from denying this till the heat death of the universe if caught.
]


[ [personal profile] gameofpretend  is busying himself examining a room that bears a very distinct resemblance to an M. C. Escher artwork. Said examining currently involves rolling marbles down stairs and watching the room say 'fuck you' to gravity but Luxord is putting some serious consideration in to seeing if the same thing happens with a person.]


[Meanwhile, [personal profile] justalittlesick  is on a nice hallway stroll. With his more obviously identifying features hidden and a squealing boar piglet under his arm. Whether Even's about business or pleasure today chances are, it's going to suck to be piggy later.]
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[personal profile] witchiest
[ her worship returns.

xigbar has disappeared from the dressing room for a long time, but today she finds herself playing audience again — sitting down on top of the tram with her legs crossed over one another, whistling loudly whenever she sees a familiar face. will they catch her, or will they ignore her? because if it's the latter, it will be something to get off the tram for.

the heart always finds its way; the girl with the red hood, braig, is around and has been for a few days — and accompanying her is a little black puppy. she believes it to be a normal wolf puppy who lost its way, which is something different from the multitude of cats that she keeps on bumping into. therefore, she decides to keep it. if anyone objects, she will send it off to someone to bite — something to learn a.s.a.p., she believes. with a change of clothes ( a black, long-sleeved turtleneck, pants and knee-high kitten-heeled leather boots that fits her like a charm ), sans her favourite hood, she is outside and trying out the winter weather for once. typically, she hates it because it's too cold. however, for now, she decides to grin and bear it — see if she will get used to it.

the direwolf pup barks rather fiercely at the first person it sees that's not her.
]
[identity profile] shootingdown.livejournal.com
[ her worship returns.

[livejournal.com profile] shootingdown has disappeared from the dressing room for a long time, but today she finds herself playing audience again — sitting down on top of the tram with her legs crossed over one another, whistling loudly whenever she sees a familiar face. will they catch her, or will they ignore her? because if it's the latter, it will be something to get off the tram for.

the heart always finds its way; the girl with the red hood, [livejournal.com profile] rosered, is around and has been for a few days — and accompanying her is a little black puppy. she believes it to be a normal wolf puppy who lost its way, which is something different from the multitude of cats that she keeps on bumping into. therefore, she decides to keep it. if anyone objects, she will send it off to someone to bite — something to learn a.s.a.p., she believes. with a change of clothes ( a black, long-sleeved turtleneck, pants and knee-high kitten-heeled leather boots that fits her like a charm ), sans her favourite hood, she is outside and trying out the winter weather for once. typically, she hates it because it's too cold. however, for now, she decides to grin and bear it — see if she will get used to it.

the direwolf pup barks rather fiercely at the first person it sees that's not her.
]
[identity profile] dudeisapirate.livejournal.com
[There's a new Xigbar in the DR today. One not in the Organization coat. Rather he's dressed as a pirate. And he's snoozing on the sidewalk. Try not to step on him--he can be a bit cranky about that.]


((OOC:Some info in BIO--doing this because a friend asked me to play him but I'm kinda anxious about it.... ~.~ Be gentle?))
[identity profile] shootingdown.livejournal.com
[ The problem with the world that, even with the change, it's still terribly unpredictable.

Xigbar wants to visit Agrabah's inner castle to explore it—she has several times back in the real palace, per se, but she has yet to set foot in the dressing room's version of the palace. Alas, she's been in and out, awake and asleep these days, and it barely gives her time to sneak a peek because she'd fall into darkness asleep after five steps (what happened the last time, that is). She refuses to go to bed this time, but out of the multi-world hub would be a good thing because she needs to, ah, take a look around the universe.

Of course, the dressing room decides to mess her magic up; she casts a dark corridor and steps through it, thinking it leads to the palace—it hasn't failed her recently, so she thinks it's okay.

Instead, she's lead to Wonderland, into the small garden of the March Hare and the Mad Hatter. Needless to say, the music is playing their version of A Very Merry Unbirthday. However, it isn't an Unbirthday.

After all, it's July 16. The table is set with tea, desserts and a cake with a lit candle. Anyone nearby Wonderland can hear the madness that is the loud tooting of the tea pots and bells from wherever it came from, no one has a clue. It's Wonderland, anything can happen.
]

... But it's not my birthday. [ She says with a lady obvious tone. After all, her heart wasn't torn on the day—the day was when her Other was born. ]
[identity profile] shootingdown.livejournal.com
[ In one hall, there would be a woman with a firearm in hand. It didn't look like her usual purple-shaded, sharp-edged weapons that she would use in a fierce battle. Instead, it was a large shotgun-like water pistol, and it looked as though she was having fun with that grin on her face. She was looking for one specific person, but any unfortunate souls that passed by would get a burst of strong water right at her face, whether they were her siblings, parents or children. That was the fun part in the game.

Xigbar whistled, mimicking the sound of a mocking bird to lure out a certain little girl. Perhaps lure out others as well, who knew?
]



[ ooc; I know I just posted two days ago, but this is for the family event post! Joint with [livejournal.com profile] canarystars. ]
[identity profile] shootingdown.livejournal.com
[ It was driving her nuts.

Halloween was over, the masquerade was done and all the effects were over. She was out of that stupid uniform with the rabbit ears and realistic tail, and she was back in that black uniform of hers. Xigbar was as normal as a Nobody can get, as existent as a body and soul could be. She would have gone back to her usual ways, gone back to having a little fun.

Instead, it looked as if her favorite drink just evaporated.

Xigbar was still craving. She wasn't a monster anymore, but she sure still felt (ha ha) like it. She wanted two things, and she only knew three people that can do that for her. It was why she immediately started to warp from one room to another, glancing around for a minute in search of those individuals before leaving again to check another.

She wanted it now.
]


[ ooc; Backdated to the 6th. I know, that's long, but this post has been way too delayed for it! All comments I've made past the 6th will still be replied to! This is. Just. Delayed. ]
[identity profile] shootingdown.livejournal.com
[ The season was Halloween, and the typical food for thought — especially for the children — was a combination of deliciously made pastries like pumpkin pie, chocolate cake, ghost-shaped cookies, chocolates and candy. That was the tradition, along with having a little trick or treat because it was fun, it dragged around the spirit of Halloween.

Not everyone was able to have a great time during the holidays, whether it was Christmas, Valentines or St. Patrick's. The phrase is if only, the problem is that they were occupied, forced to do other things due to realization — for instance: realizing a certain thing was running out.

For Xigbar, that certain thing was blood.

In one of the many infirmaries in the dressing room, one was occupied by a woman in quite the fashionable uniform, which was most likely a costume. The ears and tail, however, unfortunately, were not. The medicine cabinet was broken into, and so were bottles of iron and vitamin b supplements. Those children's chewable vitamins went along with the ride as well. Maybe they'd help with her current state, being a Ghoul of all things.

That was the candy for the night. Why disturb a disturbed woman?
]
[identity profile] warpingwings.livejournal.com
[Off in one of the larger areas of the Dressing Room, there's a rather loud splash, followed by a sizable tidal wave - the sort you get when something big is forced to crash land in a body of water.



In this case, 'something large' would be about 80 feet of dragon.]




((Yeah, so I have weird AU ideas sometimes :|a))
[identity profile] pandorascreams.livejournal.com
[ As much as people hated or loved the dressing room, it still had convenience for people. Today it had convenience for the grey-haired woman and the [livejournal.com profile] justalittlesick -- a few chairs, rugs and a couch in the middle of a large hallway. It felt homey, they didn't have to look for the living room, it was a nice rest stop considering the popcorn machine close by.

Speaking of popcorn, there was a large popcorn bucket in between the two (who were whispering to each other as they watched passerby's walk down the hall). The woman laughed, nodded. Considering it was a Xigbar -- no, a Braig, technically, something was up.
]




[ ooc; Dual post, ergo threadhopping! ]
[identity profile] shootingdown.livejournal.com
[ No wall's complete without spray painting! The colors are plain -- black, grey and white, although there seems to be a pink and purple can on the floor as well. Of course there's more things planned.

It's easier if someone with the same [Bad username or site: triqqerhappy title=taste @ livejournal.com] helps.
]




[ ooc; Pseudo-open post? Just mention either of their names and I'll reply as them (I'm avoiding playercest --). If you want both(individual threads), though, write both on the subject title. ]
[identity profile] shootingdown.livejournal.com
[ There was a black-haired little girl walking down the hallway wearing a pale pink dress, a pair of black Mary Janes and a sour look, slightly pouted although she didn't mean it. Obviously she wasn't happy about something, opening every door she passed by. It seemed as if she were looking for something, some place, or someone. ]





[ ooc; I've been wanting to do this for a while. Someone became young again, retaining her memories of the DR. It'll only last for 24-hours ICly. ]
[identity profile] shootingdown.livejournal.com
[ Everything was normal this time. No magic, no spell, no time-changing events that would force a totally and completely different situation of choice that Xigbar would be in. She wasn't in that one room she claimed months ago, but this time out. The thing is: She's relaxing.

No warp tricks, no whoopsie daisy upside-down sitting arrangement in a vacant living room with sofas, chairs, coffee tables and a few neatly-decorated Persian and Chinese rugs around. The sniper looked very much content, letting that one [Bad username or site: skinbonesnfur title=Even @ livejournal.com] lie on her lap because she was scratching him behind those fox ears of his.

There's one good reason why she was out, though. ♥ Considering that good reason isn't around yet, she'll laze about.
]


[ ooc; A dual post, so there may/will be threadhopping -- ]
[identity profile] teleportgun.livejournal.com
[There's no portal that comes with new arrival, and no door suddenly opening. He's just simply... there, all of a sudden. Of course, given who he is, this might not be a surprise in the last.]

Okaaaaaay, this is not where I was going.
[identity profile] pandorascreams.livejournal.com
[ One door is open to a suspicious looking room.

There's a glass panel that leads to the outside -- infact, it looks like a space station when they look around and see the large cubes and electronic turrets. Certain people might recognize the area.

Others might recognize a hooded woman in a black coat sitting on one of said cubes, legs crossed, watching a large Jellybowl Unversed float around. It looked like there was no harm so far. It's a bit cute, even, wouldn't you say?
]


[ ooc; I've been meaning to do this since forever. ♥ ]
[identity profile] objecting.livejournal.com
lucky seven. )

[ There is a slot machine, and beside it, in gold letters, is a prize room. It looks like said room is locked.

The symbols on the slot machine are simple compared to the ones in the image, pretend: gold, silver, bronze. Care to try your luck?
]



[ ooc; In celebration of my perhaps-it's-finally-working internet, have one of those character roulette. 8) Anyone on this list will show up by random/choice/you will see -- ]
[identity profile] triqqerhappy.livejournal.com
[ A Xigbar? If people only pulled down the hood, they would see a Braig.

In a tea room. Everything, though, was set up like the Mad Hatter's tea party -- big cups, small cups, mouse cups, you name it and it's there. Braig wasn't much of a tea person, really, but some of them smell really, really good.

Score.
]


[ ooc; A repeatedly stolen meme ahaha. Thread hopping encouraged.

edit; More flavors!

Irish breakfast tea: Emphasis on the Irish, enjoy your booze.
Hong Kong-style milk tea: Suddenly speaking a different language altogether! Is that Klingon you just said?
Bubble Tea (cold /w tapoica balls): Shoves you into those colorful layers and layers of strange clothing some Japanese teens wear. ]

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