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[battleofcards.livejournal.com]

[don't mind him, he's speeding around the room, probably cutting people off and tripping people up once in a while on his roller skates. he's really really trying hard to grind against the railing that leads to some stairs, always seeming to miss.]

Come on, come on...!

waiting isn't good enough

[heartful-memory.livejournal.com]

[Comes out of a door]

...Selphie? Where...

[ooc: Kairi, Pre-Kh2 who remembers Sora clearly.]

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[adamantoblivion.livejournal.com]

[and there's a new Sora bursting through a random door. he stares around at the room for a minute, then turns back to look at someone who--

--isn't there.]

Guys? Where'd you go? Come on, we don't have time for this! They've got Naminé!

[ooc: CoM!Sora. why we don't have one of these already is beyond me. unless we do, in which case I am an idiot. seventh/eighth floor or so. :c]

eta: watching cutscenes~ might lag on tags for a bit.]

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[illusiveparadox.livejournal.com]

[a door opens and in walks a Zexion. Fairly normal looking...if you can ignore the unusual paleness of his skin, as if he just recently had all his blood drained out of him. He stops, eyebrow raising as he takes in his surroundings and the doubles milling around. After a moment or so of this, he raises his arm up against the light.

Not see-through anymore.]

As expected.

[lowers it to his side and goes back to observation.]

I want something that's purer than the water; like we were--

[holeboy.livejournal.com]

[the kitchen's been left in a state of slight disarray due to someone rummaging around in it, searching for something. cabinet doors stand open, counter top appliances have been shuffled around, and scattered open-topped Tupperware dot the table. the culprit stands in the middle of the mess, hands on his hips, looking around with a bit of frustration]

Anyone know where I could find a "paopu?"

i am a dreamer.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[there seems to be a lot of activity in the kitchen today, as this one's waiting for some macaroni and cheese to be done, checking the oven every few minutes. he's sitting at the table with a cassette player, mumbling to himself.]

Good morning. Ohayoo gozaimasu...

nostalgic.

[rikupaunch.livejournal.com]

Fuck!

[a long, colorful string of words follows from the boy lounging on the couch. the reason? in his hands he holds a gameboy console. he must've lost with how angry he looks.]

Fucking... balls...

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[icy-chemistry.livejournal.com]

 [well would you look at that. there's Vexen, passed out on a couch, his tie loose, his jacket over his head. seems he's sleeping pretty heavily.]



(OOC: I'm in the mood for Vexen torment. >>; If you feel like tormenting him in any way short of killing him, feel free.)

...

[minimemory.livejournal.com]

[she's sitting on a kitchen countertop, eating a popsicle and swinging her legs, and she's singing quietly:]

And you know why they come for you
The owls in your dressing room
The owls in your gravy
Even if you hide at sea
There's owls in the navy!

[ooc: I couldn't resist.]

you've been waking up at 4:12

[dreamsoftaint.livejournal.com]

(a KH 1 Riku walks in. he looks like he just woke up not too long ago. in fact, it looks like he hasn't had a decent night's sleep for a while, looking at the dark circles under his eyes. he squints and the sudden amount of light, obviously confused)

What the heck?

((So. Sora was able to save him at the end of KH 1, and instead of leaving Kairi in search for Riku, all three of them returned to the islands. He hasn't dealt with darkness because of this, and he doesn't get nearly enough sleep.))

washed clean.

[doubtfree.livejournal.com]

[here a roxas, there a roxas, everywhere a roxas-roxas. this one is shirtless, blindfolded, and tied to a bed in a rather unfortunate position. his tiny plaid skirt slips a little lower every time he moves.]

Hurry it up, already...

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[xseekerofdarkx.livejournal.com]

[if one were to look around the dressing room they might see White Mushroom heartless hopping around, carrying what seems to be invitations and placing them wherever is convenient.

They read:

You are all cordially invited to a celebration. It has been nearly five months since this world had started drawing in denizens from worlds and realities apart, for reasons unknown, and though one may argue that this world has brought only the unfortunate, I hope to demonstrate that it is indeed possible to enjoy it.

In a matter of days there will be a ball, taking place within the Grand Ball Room, and while not everyone is required to come, it is encouraged. After all, there will be food, music, and even a 'surprise' towards the end. The only requirement is that you all dress reasonably, meaning that street clothes are out of the question.

I look forward to seeing you all.

Sincerely,

A]

[ooc: So, between the chat and the OOC post, there seemed to be enough interest. The party itself'll occur a little later this week, tomorrow at the earliest, but possibly a bit later. The invites are located all over, so feel free to notice them, and no, this isn't required. To those who are unaware, see here.]

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[donttouchher.livejournal.com]

[there's another Namine - this one's dress covers her neck, and she's wearing long silver gloves, with matching leggings beneath her dress. Her hair is streaked with silver and she's moving around sharply to avoid bumping into anyone.]

[[OOC; AU!Namine. From a mostly normal world, except with mutants. Basically X-Men with KH characters - she's Rogue. More info in profile. Note: Touch her skin and she'll start absorbing whatever powers/memories/energy/life is there.]]

I'll Martyr You Mama, If I Can Ride To Hell Between Those Thighs

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

[Simulation room. Occupants one. Goal? Well, do you want the honest answer or something a little more dazzling?

Let's just say this is 'exercise' or even 'training'. Then again, Axel really couldn't care what you may be thinking of his activities or how bloodied he looks. He's enjoying himself within the steel-room's holographic projections which needs neither goggles or gear. And like any good masochistic adrenaline-junkie....engaging in his own personal indulgence: a little marathon spar through the various programed environments.

The Medieval setting left him laughing, though.

This one has to give the machine credit for making it feel like the real thing.
He'd been on the receiving end of..a decent amount...of attacks before. So for the reality factor, scoring "How Much of a Bitch it Hurt Afterward"; the red-head gave some kudos along with that four out of five stars.]

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[ihatepennies.livejournal.com]

--Ooookay then, the on-call room has changed a bit since I was last in here. It got bigger. And didn't have, you know, multiple versions of everyone I know.

Maybe I'm daydreaming. I'll stop in a minute.

...

...

...

Aaaaany minute now.

[ooc: So yea, certain people starting pointing out how Demyx is like JD from Scrubs. So I started watching Scrubs. So here's JD!Demyx. Turk is probably Axel and Carla is probably Roxas, but that's about as far as I got. XD Also I just started watching yesterday, so I'm into the beginning of season 2. Forgive me if I don't get everything exactly right please.]

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[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ he feels like a child again, walking around the dr all alone. he knows he's lost; it's worse when everyone around looks like, acts like, is someone he knows or knew.

Riku stops. he's tense; scared and intimidated, he's gone into defensive mode. he doesn't make eye contact; he doesn't look at others for very long without feeling like he's lost his identity.

and he would know all about that. ]

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[crushedchains.livejournal.com]

[there's a Riku on the floor somewhere. Nothing too shocking, unless you count the fact that his clothes seem far to small...as if he'd been wearing them for a whole year.

He's out like a light and doesn't seem to be moving. Feel free to poke.]

[ooc: I blame the chat. :| Especially you, Zoe.]

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[pouty.livejournal.com]

[someone's trying to get around the fact that he has absolutely no artistic talent, dipping his hands in blue paint and spreading them all over a large white paper laid on the floor. it all looks like.. just a bunch of Axel silhouettes with narrow white eyes, holding hands.]

Mm..

noise keeps chasing me.

[ambermyth.livejournal.com]

Riku, wait--

[he's shoving the door open with several groceries, dressed in his normal traveling clothes.]

... up?

... uh, I guess Pete got to us before we got to him.

[ooc; normal post-KH2 sora. ♥]

shut your eyes and think of somewhere.

[interrogatingly.livejournal.com]

[with his left arm mangled, fractured in at least two places, there's quite a bit of blood under the passed out Axel. his face is terribly pale, body spasming every now and then. shirtless and clad in jeans that fit just right, he's definitely seen better days]

((ooc: got in a fight with sorakick. technically won, but not without a price.))