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[cardcastlelord.livejournal.com]

[is sitting on a couch, lounging, with a book]

Hnn, too much insipid insanity here.

[flips a page]

Better than the other place at the very least...thought I'm sure Larxene is probably losing her mind...or tormenting Demyx and Ryuichi. One of the two...Most likely the second.

....[looks up and about for a secon then back to his book to read-no more talky for him, he's just become aware that he was talking to himself]

in my crowd, I am king. I love their endless worshipping;

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

[just... floating around the keyblade, looking contemplative]

Axels are weird. N' so are Soras. Keybearer, where are you?

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[drawingly.livejournal.com]

[hey, is that a sketchbook on the floor? looks like it belongs to a Naminé.

... why is it glowing faintly?]

[ooc: ugh, imakeygoodsir's 'verse.]

was it fate?

[destined-twins.livejournal.com]

[Who's been leaving behind their weapons? Now there's Oblivion and Oathkeeper on the ground. A moment later, each blade starts glowing, Oathkeeper radiating a pink whitish glow, Oblivion emitting a dark blue one.]

[ooc: Yay bandwagons?]

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[deceptioning.livejournal.com]

Ummm... [glances down at palm]

Does anybody know what a '104' is?

[ooc: kh!sora that got thrown into a version of the reapers' game from the world ends with you. he doesn't remember riku or kairi, though he remembers everybody else he met in the first kh.]

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[team-desu.livejournal.com]

[Anixthe is bored...not that this is anything new. Xianthe's gone off to brood and sulk and essentially plot against thirteenthday, her own brother, in a bout of common sense, didn't wind up in the dressing room, and, well, bored Nobody is bored. Watching her cats go crazy over catnip, the illusionist glances around the dressing room.]

So!

S'there anything interesting to do? Aside from watching multiples of everyone run around and pushing Parixils off ledges, that is.

Bonus points for creativity.

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[lightnkeys.livejournal.com]

[Here's a Riku clutching onto the Keyblade, currently with the Oblivion Keychain, just sort of...staring]

Okay, if this is supposed to be one of that "Karsaburo" guy's tricks, it's not funny. Dealing with one lookalike was bad enough, but this? It's like a nightmare. All those versions of Roxas... Here's to hoping they're not like "Sora".

[shrugging, he crosses both arms]

What exactly is this place, anyway? Almost seems familiar.

[ooc: Keybearer!Riku again, just from farther into the plotline than gotowardslight. He's from vxs_rp, so he knows about the Org, has met OU versions of most of the main characters, and his own world's Roxas (goes by "Sora" due to fake memories) is there, which has sorta given him a grudge against all da blondies around. Be forewarned~]

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[hiimabook.livejournal.com]

[well, that's odd. There appears to be a strange book floating in midair, glowing a purplish color. Its pages turn every now and then, but otherwise, it's just a floating lexicon.]

[ooc: Bandwagon tiems~]

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[slavetothewheel.livejournal.com]

[waiting for Roxas (boardspeech ) to come around - leaning against the wall by the door with a small stack of paper and several plastic containers]

...What are you lookin' at? [slides down against the wall til he's sitting, arms still folded, checks the clock]

[starts looking closely at the corners of the ceiling]

[ooc: Going on a spider hunt to feed a frog. xD]

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[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[looking down at the DR from... the attic]

[sign taped to the retractable attic ladder: "DEMYXES ONLY (maybe some Axels) - Sorry Soras!"]

Hellooo down there. [finger-wiggle sort of wave]

[has his sitar leaning against a pillar and a decent supply of sodas and chips next to the insulation]

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[thirteenthflame.livejournal.com]

[lazy Nanaki is lazy. Yep, hasn't moved yet from the chair where he took a nap yesterday. Head resting on crisscrossed paws, fire-tipped tail swaying and dangling off the seat, he's merely people-watching. The diversity here is interesting, since the canine doesn't just rely on outward appearances.

But he sees way too many black coats for his liking...]

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[roxaschu.livejournal.com]

[this Roxas is bushed. he's been slouching on a couch for hours with a comic book over his face, and looking none too pleased. might be the oppressive atmosphere nowadays.]

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[darkenly.livejournal.com]

[and in the middle of the dressing room we have a dark inky black keyblade. My doesn't it look scary.]




[[ooc:bandwagonwhut'sthat?]]

to be.

[duskly.livejournal.com]

[whoever's been leaving their weapons around, they're going to get a lecture. Way to Dawn is laying innocently, propped against a couch with it's blade up.]


[ooc; bandwagon? what bandwagon. >> this is, of course, way to dawn. unlike the sorablade, this blade was taken away from his bearer. why? who knows~.]

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[traitorousfire.livejournal.com]

[guess who's lying in the middle of the dressing room floor, leaking darkness? Yep, Mr. can't-make-up-his-mind Axel.]

Just like an Axel to get in trouble, right? I had this one coming, though. Karma and all of that.

Where do people go when they fade from this place, anyway?

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[oathskept.livejournal.com]

.. I think there's a Sora I need to talk to.

(ooc; referring to amnesiatically. guess who saw?)

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[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

With all of these interesting new arrivals, I'm starting to feel a little outdated, here ...

[click click click tap blade fingers against the wall he's leaning on, the lace of the trail beneath his coat just pooled around booted feet.]

to testify.

[silverlocked.livejournal.com]

[now, he has a large gun-like item sitting in his lap, pulling it apart or--is he putting it together? no one really knows. he screws it together and aims it at a target. a bright blue blast suddenly comes out of it, scortching it dead-center. pause.]

Hm. The total contact area is too small.

[and he sets back to taking it apart.]

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[twinchakram.livejournal.com]

[weapons lying around the dressing room seems to be a regular occurrence recently... and now you get two abandoned chakram. If you approach, you can hear the high-pitched giggling of two girls... but where are they?]

[ooc; from the same 'verse' as imakeygoodsir . Axel's chakram are twin girls, though. 8D]

sigh, vampires

[neck.livejournal.com]

[is in a bathroom carefully replacing the bandages on his neck. half of him was hoping they'd magically disappear while the other half knew that wasn't going to happen, and so he's left covering those punctures up]

Alright, that's not too bad. Now to just...

[and now he's trying to wrestle into a turtleneck he found, not wanting people to see the bandages he's not so great at putting on himself. man, he's being reminded why he hates these shirts - not at all fun to put on]

who put the 'glad' in gladiator?

[herculeez.livejournal.com]

A-And... that is why you should try Herculade!

No no...

And THAT is WHY you should TRY herc-u-LADE.

[sjdfhsjk. Aw man, he was never gonna get this sounding right. Heaving a great sigh he shrugged open the door to Phil's hut]

Phil... I don't think I can go through

...

with...

this?

[and... what? Just gonna stand here and stare, thanks]

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[houndsowar.livejournal.com]

[lounging in a big velvety chair, looking content, and if you look up at the ceiling there is a skewered young dragon on a small sword stuck there- yes she found one randomly and stuck it on the ceiling, dragons don't mean crap to her.]

Hrrn. You know I've been seeing loads of talking weaponry drop in. I'm starting to wonder if someone really is siphoning off my powers.

Costume Party - Tenatively tomorrow

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[He's been: Chased. Given prompt cause to file sexual harassment charges. Bitten by a small creature who will certainly add to his delightful set of round-the-clock nightmares. Walked in on several events which sincerely make him rethink if there really is a God.... And it's all for the purpose of notifying the Dressing Room's occupants of tomorrows likely 'Optional Costume Party' dance. It's still a bit uncertain, and Roxas was attempting to collect a consensus of what people preferred time-wise.]


....Huh.


[After a few more hand-outs, Roxas is returning to the ball room in order to finish it up. But for now he's busy fingering the rather sizable hole in his shirt.]



[ ooc : Follow up from this. Because I still owe you conversation, keyto_memories and Everlyafter.


Also - I'm mostly trying to get the word out for the actual bash. Don't really have to reply to this unless....uh...you really want me bothering you with chit-chat. Please let me know what times are good for you on the post concerning this, within Heartsroom.


Edit: 11:14pm- Going to crash for a while. I'll reply in the morning~.]

a secret promise.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[blink blink. now he's never been into this room before, but he knows very well what all this equipment is used for.]

O-oh. Th-this is... a... B-BDSM r-room, r-r-right?

[curiously looks over at a whip. reaches up to take.]

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[jimbohawkins.livejournal.com]

[someone took over the kitchen. he didn't exactly intend for it to happen, really- but the kitchen reminded him... well, that didn't matter much. he needed a large open space and a table to tinker with the airsurfer he crashed into the wall.

though he wasn't so much as tinkering with it... than just poking at some of the trashed pieces and looking seriously miserable and broody.

ah... to be a teenager]

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[heslikesunshine.livejournal.com]

Honey, I'm home.

[mocking tone, this one was filled with sarcasm and smiles. he went to toss his keys on Axel's kitchen counter-

clunk

and they fell to a heap on the floor]

...

Either Axel redecorated... or.

[looks around, caught between 'amazed' and 'freaked out' right about now]

Huh.

[ooc: Justin!Roxas from Queer as Folk, yus. lD]

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[mistagentaya.livejournal.com]

[is checking her items list- she has a tonfa, a nine, some bullet clips, some recovery items and some mp restoring items]

Hnnn...Man if I run into any actual trouble I'm going to be in over my head.
...[looks at her gun a few times] Maybe if I get figure out to self restore my energy I could run it off just energy shots without bullets.[thinks to herself as she works it over]


[ooc:obligatory click the dragon egg part of post]

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[islandwaters.livejournal.com]

[this guy looks kinda familiar, but kinda not- his blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail, wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. He's about 20 or 21, and he's frowning]

Sora, seriously! The beach'll still be there when you... get... back...

[now he seems to notice where he is]

Uh, or not. This kinda sucks.

[ooc: This is Edym, Demyx's Somebody. In his world, he's Sora's older brother. =D He's post game with most of Demyx's memories, and he's trying to hide the fact that he was a Nobody from Sora because he's worried Sora might feel kinda bad for pretty much killing him. He's pretty much the basic cool older brother to all Sora's friends, though his relationship with Riku may or may not be a little bit more than friendly. =| Riku's taken, but a Sora would be cool~]

Bored

[aural-insert.livejournal.com]

Ugh, okay, there is NOTHING to do in here anymore. Someone ate all the M&Ms, there's too many people in here to keep track of, and all the buttsex has gotten boring.

Where'd the sues go- wow, there's a line I never thought I'd say, but you know what? I'm bored as SHIT. At least the shenanigans in that other room last night were halfway entertaining.

Fuckin' A, what I wouldn't give to meet up with another Insert. At least then maybe I'd be able to have half an intelligent coversation.

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[heart-astray.livejournal.com]

[...sigh.

he wasn't sure what was wrong, exactly. but something was. he felt listless and lethargic and... nnn]

... Mm.

[he was lounging in the library, trying to read... something. he forgot what book he picked out and where he was in said book, he was just staring at the pages right now. so he just closes it and lays back, book on chest as he stares at the ceiling]