Chesire girl

[chesire-art.livejournal.com]

What's this, what's this? A new place to play? How very interesting.

But out of all these doubles of  my brother, which one's the real thing, and how can anyone tell? And speaking of doubles, why are there so many of my darling sketchbook?

Hmm. I suppose one must play the hand they're dealt. Oh Roxas, where are you~?





[ooc: Chesire!Namine, from waxsimulacra's universe. Just pretend she has ears and stripes, I'll edit the icons later.]

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[fakedshadow.livejournal.com]

Heh...

So what kind of place is this? It doesn't look like any part of the Castle I've ever been to.

[ooc: HEY GIRLYKU YOUR REPLICA IS HERE]

geek

[belowzeronerd.livejournal.com]

[have a small Vexen, Dressing room. about thirteen years old. he's oblivious, lying stomach down on the floor, busy working on what appears to be....his chemistry homework.]

...Ethane is a gas similar to methane which burns in oxygen....

[ooc: same verse as smallsparks, wheresmynotes, petitblossom, psh_asif, tinyberserker and slightgamble.]

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[desireschild.livejournal.com]

[Cupid!Kagami is hanging upside on a parallel bar in the training room. It was fun to watch everyone who got hit by the arrows, but that had ended, and he couldn't do it again so fast because that would be boring.]

So... what's up?

odd one out

[virtualmemories.livejournal.com]

[have a confused Roxas.]

...if this ends up as another simulation, I will go crazy.

[ooc: Roxas, taken from just before his battle with Sora at the end of KH2.]

Am I too late?

[doctor-pyro.livejournal.com]

[An Axel comes running in, wearing scrubs and pulling on a mask and gloves.]

Damn it! I hope I'm not too late, I hope she hasn't had the baby yet. Oh god, why was traffic so bad.

[He stopped, realizing he wasn't where he was supposed to be.]

What the fuck? What happened to the hospital?

on these hands and knees I'm crawling, I reach for you

[fragmentedblade.livejournal.com]

[There's a Keyblade lying on the floor, and a semi-transparent person laying next to it. His right arm is completely wounded, looking already half dead, and it looks like he's in A LOT of pain.

...he's not moving much.]

[ooc: crescentblade injured him badly. Help please.]

The Maestro has arrived

[maestro-of-sex.livejournal.com]

[Axel walked in with a grace, as if he owned the place. He casually looked around.]

While this is not the club, I'm sure it will suit my purposes nicely.

What's this?

[4thwonder.livejournal.com]

[ it seems there's something new in the DR. a huge vending machine stands in the middle of the main room. it has many different globes, filled with all sorts of trinkets and candies - gumballs, chocolate, alien men, sticky hands, you name it. the non-candy items are encased in tiny plastic capsules with multicolored caps. each one has a little door and a slot for money to go in, reading '25 cents' for the smallest things and '50 cents' for the bigger.

a Roxas is standing in front of it, mouth hanging open like he's never seen a vending machine so big.

...Anybody got a quarter?


[ ooc// alright, kiddies. here's your entertainment for today! xD try to find a way to get the stuff in it. use money, try to trick it with counterfeit, shake it, beat it up, even smash it if all else fails. you can control if your methods work or not. :3 have fun! ]

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[seasidesky.livejournal.com]

[ there's a Sora holding up a big picket sign. ]

I support women's rights! You should too!

Malady of Kings and Madmen

[tocattaensecks.livejournal.com]

[a corner of the room darkens, and from nowhere, an organ sprouts out of the floor and begins playing a somber dirge]

[there is a whir of machinery, and Lord Secks of Castle Midnight Moon Raven McGee rises slowly out of the floor, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted towards the heavens]

Black Bliss, wrought by the lady of the eve, shine forth upon thy servant and sing to the night and the naught.

[he flings his arms out, making his cape go SWOOSH behind him]

HEAR ME, O DENIZENS OF THIS FOUL ROOM! TONIGHT, YOU SHALL HEAR THE SOUNDS OF MY PLAYING AND-

[the organ abruptly stops]

Playing? Melodies? Um... crap. Let me start over.

[resets his rising apparatus, climbs back into the floor, the organ starts up again, lather rinse repeat]

HEAR ME, O DENIZENS OF THIS FOUL ROOM! TONIGHT, YOU SHALL HEAR THE ECHOS OF MY DARKENED SOUL REVERBERATING, AND YOU SHALL LIKE IT!

[and sits down and starts playing a very overwrought Organ version of "Nemo" by Nightwish]

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[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[if he doesn't do something soon, he's going to lose it.]

..twenty questions. Go.

curbside.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

Which one of you morons wants to entertain me.

I'm bored.

[he complains vehemently, laying upside down on the couch with his back to the cushions and legs thrown over the back.]

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[stoicallion.livejournal.com]

[Leon's in the kitchen, reading the instructions on the back of some microwavable meal...]

(ooc: cupidly?)

everlost

[afterlightshope.livejournal.com]

(oh, hey, new Namine. pretty normal, except for the boots she has on and the fact she's a ghost. she's muttering)

One more party, then I'm heading home...

(she pauses, pretty sure this isn't the yard of that house she was leaving)

What on-did I finally get out of Everlost?

((Namine if she was in the book 'Everlost' by Neal Shusterman. :D))

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[malibu-pyro.livejournal.com]

[and in walks an Axel in a pretty pretty pink dress and looking very male and shiny... plastic-y?]

OMG! Is this the new Malibu Sparkle Dreamhouse?!

this was a triumph.

[invisiriku.livejournal.com]

[this one's in the lab, wearing goggles and gloves. he's heating up some chemicals carefully, a strange... red-purple potion-like liquid in a closeby container.]

So similar, yet so different...

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*Sora wakes alone in the bed that he and Ri are sharing, and though he's been here for a little while, this Sora is a bit confused...*

*... and heads straight for the toilet*

[ooc; future!verse as windup_boytoy's future 'wife'~]

the games we play.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[RUNS. he doesn't know where, but he doesn't want to stop.]

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[knifeabitch.livejournal.com]

[ Oh look. There are eight knives just laying on top of a table. They sort of look like Larxene's...]



[ooc: More weapons?! Why yes. Yes indeed.]