what is it?

[hesreallythere.livejournal.com]

Um, so I found this. In a room. And this little scroll next to it with a list of stuff, was all "keep it warm!"

...What is itttt?

Roxas, do you know?

U-um. And anyone who wanted to suggest what it is, can. Also, I've never had a pet before, so does anyone know how to take care of something like this..?

[Ooc; It's like, you click it and if it gets enough clicks, it hatches. :O Sora wants a baby dragon lulz. Sorry for failing when posting this earlier, some people couldn't see it and others the link didn't work for. I think it's fixed now..?]

you used to make this all go away

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

 Cup~cake, you really aren't here, are you?

Mm ... I'm tired of waiting. So very tired and pained.

.. haha. [snorts, a breath of fire huffing from his lips.] I can't play this game anymore.

[so instead he'll play a new one that involves burning things with his blowtorch mouth.]

It's in their blood

[captain-goof.livejournal.com]

[Silence, dark... and then--]

Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah
Show 'em how we do it now
Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah
Show 'em how we do it now, show 'em how we do it now

[Disco balls and lights invade the dressing room, and you got one groovy Goofy already busting a move in the center.]

Let's PARTY!

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[has-twins.livejournal.com]

I'm tired of hearing constant whining about how "all the Axels and Roxae are completely inappropriate and should be castrated".

Therefore, I say that "all Zexions are just whiny bastards and are jealous because they aren't getting any".

Any complaints?

alone I was blinded

[blinded-wave.livejournal.com]

Roxas? Are you here?

[Namine is holding a leash that is currently attached to a Golden Retriever. She stops walking for a bit, bending over to stroke the dog's back.]

....Twilight, can you sniff him out?

["Twilight" sniffs the ground, then gives a small whimper and bark. Namine looks a little disappointed.]

What's wrong, boy? [She starts to scratch him behind the ears.]

[Oh, yeah. Twilight is definitely confused since he can smell a HUNDRED Roxae.]

[ooc: Orphaned and Blind!Namine. D: She can recognize voices and has a heightened sense of touch. The Roxas she's looking for is her best friend in the orphanage and was the one that watched over her. Twilight is her guide dog.]

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[twicetomorrow.livejournal.com]

[is in the kitchen, pulling a few things out of the cabinets. Three 2L bottles of Diet Coke. A package or few of mentos. A package of notecards]

Okay, Sora. I've got everything ready.

UNSENT ANONYMOUS LETTERS;;

[pedofood.livejournal.com]

O-okay, so ... I came up with this weird idea after getting a bunch of things and I figured ... well. There are some things we want to say to or about people and we can't bring ourselves to admit it. At the same time we want to get it out and get feedback about what we should do, right? So ... I made this thing--

[points to a large board on the wall with a small ledge, a box of note cards, pens and thumbtacks balanced on it.]

--and I figure we should use this board to post up anonymous letters, and leave them for other people to answer to if they wanna. It's kind of like a public journal ...

So if you have something to say, just drop it in the box and I'll post them up. Sound good?

{ooc; for some clarification, in this post if your character wants to post up a letter, feel free to post anonymously with what the letter says. also feel free to clarify if their handwriting is neat or scratchy, etc. those not posting letters may post comments to the letters with a reply on their appropriate account, or just a simple post as if observing the board of letters. if you're confused i'll try to explain more, but i thought this would be a neat idea.}

fallen cold and dead

[hardlyreal.livejournal.com]

But he promised--!

[ooc; canon divergence. he agreed to go with Riku in order to get the answers he so desperately craved. here's his critique post.]

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[hiddenaether.livejournal.com]

[wandering about the hallways, half-aiming to find an Axel, who would more or less be most likely to have an answer to his question. would appreciate anyone who could help, though.]

... Does anyone know where we could find something to keep a fire in? A big metal bin, or maybe if there's a fireplace in a room somewhere?

In lieu of Xemnas' remark

[xdarkillusionx.livejournal.com]

To any and all Organization members who seem to believe it's necessary, I have something to say to you all:

I refuse to return to the Organization, for there is no reason to. Not only am I whole, but it's been a year and a half since my resignation, and during that time I've changed, not only by gaining emotions, but my perspective has also shifted. I see now that turning thousands into heartless for our own sake was a fool's game... and, if anything, I have my regrets.

Therefore, no, I am not "VI". I've come to accept the name "Zexion", rather than using "Ienzo" once more, but my alliances have long since been cut.

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[fire-spawn.livejournal.com]

Caleb!

[wanders around, looking for him]

Caleb, I wanna play. Will you play with me?

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[theroomconfines.livejournal.com]

[ dressing room inhabitants beware: a wild Sora appears! he's an older Sora; sort of dirty-looking too, like he hasn't had a shower in a while.

he's also swinging a rusty ax. ]

I'm not afraid of you!

{ ooc; I should be shot but-- Sora Townshend thanks to Silent Hill 4: The Room. }

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[fire-spawn.livejournal.com]

[is standing with ice shackles on her ankles thanks to Vexen and is crying now]

Daddy... Momma...

[ooc: Yeaaaa, Emma just got herself in trouble. 8D]

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell.

[holeboy.livejournal.com]

[he's pacing back and forth restlessly, sort of just talking to himself and anyone who's willing to listen]

So, I figure I've handled this whole mess fairly well, you know? Considering... this shouldn't make any sense... illogical... Right. But damn if this place isn't startin' to get to me. I mean... isn't there anyway to the outside? Windows? Nothin'? Anythin' that isn't just the same over and over again?

[he tugs at his tie, trying to loosen it from his neck]

I think I'm goin' a little stir crazy...