ITS EXACTLY 1000!!!!

[masqueetmiroir.livejournal.com]

[there is a zexion standing up on a podium with a peice of paper in hand]

Ladies, gentlemen, and otherwise, I have an announcement to make.

There are, as of this moment, exactly 1000 persons occupying this dressing room.

I believe this calls for some sort of celebration.

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[bottomsforall.livejournal.com]

[wearing loose pjs and no socks, making himself a cup of tea or two now that it's late and no one is in the kitchen. He's had a shitty day, so maybe tea would make it all better...]

[ooc; so totally 18+]

i wish this could have been any other way.

[cabalism.livejournal.com]

[stepping into the room from the door of another in his world, he shuts it behind himself, staring into the hall.]

... this isn't my school.

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[melodiusnocturn.livejournal.com]

Hey Teresa have you seen....Zex....i....on?

.........................You know I could have sworn I opened the door to the Earth room! Now where the heck am I?

...And why are there like...25 of all the same people everywhere?
This space station is pulling some craaaaazy stuff.
Not that- you know- it wasn't crazy before...
[continues to ramble and talk to himself]


[ooc:Demyx muse saved from the dead mixednyxfiles rp. Three things to note- one he has a heart- two he liked his nobody name so he kept it and also has all his memories- three...he has no powers cause he traded those in for the heart.]

And I told myself I won't miss you

[infinity-cycle.livejournal.com]

[ Sorting through a few books in the room designated as a study, trying to locate any information he can about obtaining the abilities those here seem to possess. In the stead of that he gets tome after tome of folklore and fantasy, myth and legend.]


Where's a how-to, "The Idiot's Guide to Magical Powers?" when you need it?


Ah well-

[One of the hefty items is thoughtlessly chucked at one of the many desks as Roxas throws himself into the plush chair behind. All that Hocus-Pocus was so -silly-.....or would be, if everyone with his face wasn't running around summoning items and playing with mythical creatures. Right about now, he'd really just love to go back home and deal with the annoyances of school-work, aggressive girls pestering him for pointless outings and his sibling's very disgusting romance. Seriously he needed his own place as soon as he got back. No more listening to Sora and Riku bash each other into the headboard every night. ]


....

{Still, compared to this place? Bring on the splintered bedroom furniture.]

There's no place like home...
No place like home.

[Clicks heels together in a mockery of his own desires after tossing feet upon the novel-littered desk.]

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[featheredapple.livejournal.com]

[A new Sora comes in, looking about 10 at most, wearing goggles on his head and chewing on an apple. He also has a strange marking on his shoulder]

Hey, guys! I thought I saw a river so maybe we could catch some fish!

[This is the part where he noticed where he is. He pouts, and a pair of black feathered wings emerge from his back. He flies upwards... and hits his head on the ceiling]

O-Ow...

nothing is true;

[bloodiedsky.livejournal.com]

[the door opens. In comes a rather strangely-dressed person, a pair of bloodstained swords held loosely in his hands. A stray ray of sunlight reveals that underneath the hood is a Roxas. As if in a trance, he shuts the door behind him and then, leaning against it, sinks to the floor. The swords clatter as they're dropped. Drawing his knees to his chest, he buries his face in his arms. Distraught? He hasn't even noticed where he is yet.]

(OOC: Vaguely based off the game Assassin's Creed. This Roxas just finished a mission to eliminate multiple someones who betrayed the Brotherhood. In particular, one Axel [Lae].

EDIT: There was a Roxas here? Now, no one.)

wanna strain at the oars.

[duskly.livejournal.com]

[grumbling. way to dawn, as a weapon, is leaned against the couch. translucent, the form of it's projection is just skulking.]

With all these defenseless people here, I'm surprised there aren't more weapons. Some of you guys need serious protectors.

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[enigmaticmemory.livejournal.com]

[she's sorta walking around, with Aubrey (twilightbree trailing behind, as Mariel has gone off to do her own thing again. The girl was going to just draw something with Aubrey, but she only has her sketching pencils on her; not really anything colorful.]

Does, er...

Does anyone know where I can find some colored pencils? Or maybe paints...watercolors, maybe?

when i saw it i couldn't believe it.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[someone's hunched over a table secluded from most of the bustle of the dressing room, making work of something on the table with the handle of a knife. he almost looks a little jittery.]

You're Poison Running Through My Veins

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

[Well well well, Hell certainly had gotten a once-over by someone with a little taste and flare for fashion. That, or he wasn't precisely rotting within some wretched system of bowels composing the Underworld. How fortunate for him. Some manner of deity or saint must think he deserved a second chance to undo evils, right-wrongs and all the triflings akin to it.

Too bad he's going to disappoint.]



[ ooc : Just~ following the grand arrival of [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]. I'm a-coming to get you, Babe. Unless, you know, you've got someone else picked out to claim this spot.]

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[betwix0between.livejournal.com]

[there's a Sora in the kitchen, by the stove. he's stirring something in a pot, until he drops his spoon, curses, and runs towards the oven. he opens it, waving away some smoke, and pulls a tray out. it looks a little pitiful, but he's trying, okay?]

I should have asked Riku to help me..

[[ooc: robo!Sora is currently making something for his two masters; jailedbait and rifiuto, sort of as an apology.
'course, he hasn't mentioned it to them or anything, so they're welcome to ignore him.]]

the worst luck

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[someone's wiping at his eyes and cursing, trying to figure out where he should go since his last choice was downright abysmal. he's currently looking rather worse for wear, shaky and red-eyed. anyone he passes he tries not to look at, eventually giving up and huddling in a chair in a corner]

I shouldn't have ever believed anything he said, anything he did. It's just like everyone else and I should've known it. Shouldn't have listened or cared or c...

[he won't admit he was crying so much that his head hurts, his pride's not allowing that, and he's grumbling to himself because he's really got no one to turn to with this]

All those things he said were just flowery fucking lies. He wasn't different. Wonder if he had that scheduled or just decided to fuck around with the first person he saw.

...It's not my problem.

[and now he's tugging at something he was wearing around his wrist]

I'm tired of it hurting already.


[ooc: Taking place after this and this. Roxas had the misfortune of hiding in the wrong room]

smile for the day.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[yaaawn.]

What time is it...

[an unnaturally well-tempered question for this Sora.]

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[drawingly.livejournal.com]

[she's just wandering aimlessly, a little lost.]

Hey, am I the only weapon who's found her real wielder?

[curiosity killed the sketchbook? quite possibly.]

is it any wonder?

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

Dad said my eye turned black after it got stabbed.


....I wonder if the same would happen if I stab my other eye.

carpe diem

[thebarbaricyawp.livejournal.com]

(an older Axel appears. he looks to be in his early thirties, and is dressed like a teacher. (which he is). he doesn't look so good, like he hasn't had a good nights sleep, and he looks really guilty. he is holding a book of classical poetry, open to the title page, and just staring. he covers his face with one of his hands, and just shakes his head. he hasn't noticed that he's not where he's supposed to be yet)

((Axel based off of the Dead Poets Society. He takes the place of Mr. Keating. This is right after the part where he finds out Neil(Roxas) committed suicide, so he's feeling pretty awful right now. And any Roxae will creep him out. That's about it.))

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[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[call the waaahmbulance, 'cause someone's sobbing in a locked room.]

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[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Fine, I can accept this whole "everybody looking like everybody else" thing.

But that still doesn't tell me the hows and whys.

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[hesreallythere.livejournal.com]

Okay, I made a list of all my dragons, and who has them, but I think I have them. If not, just write your name by the picture.

[holding up a sketchy piece of paper with Polaroids of all his dragons]

( Under here. 8D )

Ones that are growing :
24.   25.   26.   27.    28.

[ooc; fff, yeah, screw you too html D8]

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[gotta-problem.livejournal.com]

[singing quietly to herself, not really paying attention to what she's doing, and swims into the dressing room]

Just keep swiiimming, swimming swimming~

[notices where she is]

AAH! AAAH! AH! OH MY GOSH! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AAAH!

[swims around frantically]

WHERE AM I WHERE AM I OH MY GOSH PARLIN?! ELMO!? WHERE ARE- ...

[sees a "different looking fish" (human) and swims over]

Hi I'm Dory. Who are you? [stupid excited happy face]

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[emptiedcup.livejournal.com]

It pleases me that the library has been left, for the most part, to itself.

It's one less thing I need to clean up.

Peaceful, as well.

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[godofanew-world.livejournal.com]

[have a Riku dressed in a tan suit, looking confused]

... Where am I?

[ooc: because I lack self-control, here's a Light Yagami!Riku. Yeah. Info's in his profile, but if anyone wants to play anyone from his universe, go for it? :D]

MOD/SPAM POST

[ex-enables28.livejournal.com]

Oh hai, another mod post, but this time it's a POSITIVE one \o/

We've reached 1000 members, so I'm opening the floor for a

SPAM POST

You can post IC, OOC, have your character post love/hate confessions, whatever you like! LET'S SEE HOW HIGH WE CAN GET THE COMMENT COUNT!

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[orangeprint.livejournal.com]

[And here is an older Olette, late twenties. Clothed in a flattering orange halter sundress with a pale orange floral print, and holding a basket of laundry. To say she looked... confused- it would be an understatement. Confused, concerned... etc.

Brows knit together, she bit her bottom lip (a nervous habit of hers since she was a kid) before she placed the laundry basket down, next to bare feet.

Rubbed her eyes once, blink, twice... blink.

S-She had nothing to say, it hadn't quite... set in yet.]

[ooc: Single mom Olette, she adopted twin little boys. ♥]

questions~

[neck.livejournal.com]

Hey Roxas, mind if I ask you a few things?

[why no, he didn't write a list, silly]

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[childofdawn.livejournal.com]

[Kagami is exploring the dressing room, aiming to hunt down something. What it is, you'll have to ask...

He did find a heartless plushie similar to the one he had as a kid, though, so that's under his arm.]

[ooc: Hey, any future!verse people. I got bored one day and started writing a little fic around them (mostly the kids) so if you have any past things in mind or random ideas throw them at me please. =D (And it is by no means an official history. XD)]

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[leaderofmuses.livejournal.com]

[As the god of music (and at least five other things), Demyx is appalled by the lack of music. ...the lack being that it's either bad by his standards or not constant. So there's a constant, but changing melody flowing through the room- pleasant, but changing so it won't get annoying. It may or may not heighten your feeling of happiness or contentment. If you hate music, it could do quite the opposite.]

that i die with.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[he's in the kitchen, humming and fishing out dumplings from a large, large pot.]

Mm, Shadow dumplings. My favorite.

[omnom--... pauses.]

Hm. I think I need some soy sauce...

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[heslikesunshine.livejournal.com]

[lounging in the kitchen, nibbling on some snacks that that cute Sora had made, Roxas was concentrating on a drawing he was in the process of making. Of course it was of his favorite subject; Axel... in the nude.

He had no shame drawing this in public. It was art, and it was good.

Chewing on a cookie he reached for his milk, eyes never straying from his work- currently shading in Axel's chest. His delicious chest.]

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[sendingasign.livejournal.com]

[ Axel stumbles in, dressed in... normal clothes. Black, button down shirt, dark jeans, black boots, and a pair old-school headphones around his neck, the wire disappearing into his pocket. He pauses, glances left, and then right. Huh. Definitely not the bathroom.]

[ooc: Here. Have a deaf!Axel. Woo.]

the nightengale trapped in the cage, won't you sing for me?

[prettyspecimen.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, I guess the garden is the only substitute for the actual outside. It seems no matter how much I try, I will never see the daylight or smell real, fresh air.

But there are plenty of things to do here. Nice conversation with intelligent people as opposed to being with that bumbling fool!

So who wants tea?