might let go.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[there's a lot of floor routine to learn in the year he was with his foster family. plus the confidence he's gained and regained over and over? he's going back to the things he's learned here, though, adding quite a bit of spice into his movements, bending back and swaying hips.]

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[imaladythatswhy.livejournal.com]

[and a very small white kitten dashes through one of the doors.]

Mama, mama! You'll never guess what--

...Mama? Berlioz? Toulouse?

[ooc: I can't believe we don't have anyone from this movie ): ]

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[skies-light.livejournal.com]

[this Sora's in the garden, but chances are it's not out of boredom. her clothes are bloodstained, her eyes are red like she's been crying, and she's...got a shovel in hand.]

[ooc: .....yeah, uh. someone doesn't know about the DR resurrecting people :/]

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[fragmentedblade.livejournal.com]

[Hey look, guys. A Keyblade in a kitchen so early in the morning.

.....wait, what?]

[ooc: for esperingly. sorry, but my brain's alarm clock hasn't gone off yet.]

sharpen your teeth

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

[surprise surprise, for once there's a Demyx utilizing the gymnasium/training room. he's going to town on one of the hanging sand bags, knocking it back and forth with a succession of quick strikes. you can only spend so much time reading novels and playing cards before you get restless. lately he's been itching to do something destructive and physical, but in lieu of picking a fight he's opted to batter something that won't get him into trouble later.

with one last swing that sends the punching bag reeling a fairly impressive arc, he steps back and shakes out his hands. the unpadded knuckles are red and stinging from all the abuse, but Demyx seems particularly pleased with himself despite the irritation. he glances around the gym, sizing up the other equipment, looking for something else to waste some energy on]

out of element

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[when was his last mission to Atlantica again? But finding yourself suddenly half-fish means there isn't any time for thinking in details. It's either sink. Or swim.

Axel, however, is doing neither. He's merely leaning back against the pool wall while he studies his new tail - one that happens to resemble that of a lionfish with its striped crimson scales and sharp webbed spines, some of which also extend from his forearms. After a moment, he sighs in frustration and glances up at the ceiling.

He hates this form and all the memories it brings with it. Why? Let's just say being the only one who couldn't use his powers while on said missions wasn't a very fun experience.]

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[wheresthemaster.livejournal.com]

(don't mind the blanket lying on the ground-wait.
does it have a FACE? it does. and it looks pretty scared.)

Toaster? Radio? ...Kirby?

(dfhdfh-this is so freaky D:)

((Here, have Blanky from The Brave Little Toaster.))

not a party crasher

[royal-thief.livejournal.com]

--I don't plan to stay long, Sora. Just enough to hear the vows and I'll be out of his life forev--

[...where did the boy go? Oh, there he is. And another him. And another, another, over there...]

Hm. Must be the work of that Genie. Though I don't see how multiplying the boy would make the wedding more festive.

[ooc: KH!Cassim. Near the end of the KoT, right before Aladdin's wedding. Has met Sora so...lol.]

Dig Dig Dig...

[feralnumbervii.livejournal.com]

[Digging a hole~ Digging a hole~ Digging a hole for no apparent reason~]

...Hole!

[Dig dig dig. Right through the floor. Saix seemed to be more than content ruining the floors of the dressing room by digging seemingly useless holes. Better him clawing into the ground than at someone's face right? He seemed very calm and approachable for once... Dig...Dig...Dig....]

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[connatus.livejournal.com]

[there's no sense in going back to his room, so Sora's just going to find a corner and sit with an icepack pressed over one of his eyes. he sucks in a breath and lowers his head, murming something under his breath.]

I...don't know how much longer I can take this.

do not pass go

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[he's sitting off in the corner with his back to the wall, although his entire body's drooping -- there's an occasional sniffle in there somewhere too. Bawk is perched in his lap, offering sympathetic peeps when it's not preening.]

Mister big Kid Soras?

[rubs at his eyes with his arms -- aside from the really really tall Mister Skeleton guy, the big kid Soras would know best, right?]

How d'I get off of Santa's naughty list?

End of small sanctuary.

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

[After seeing what the simulation room can do, Kairi's decide to see if she can remember what home looks like. All she came up with, however, was the inside of what looks like a hospital room. It's anything but white and sterile though- once your eyes adjust to the dark atmosphere, there's rust and bloodstains everywhere. She's sitting on an empty hospital bed, a grim look on her face.]

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[im-me-again.livejournal.com]

[Oh look it's a new Kairi. Well actually she's been here for a little wile but this is the first time she could actually walk around the dressing room.]

You know... This place is really weird.

[She just really wanted to say that since she got here. And she's walking around looking for a room for herself.]

just how i feel.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[sitting in a classroom-like room, sitting on the teacher's desk. his eyes are closed, and he changed into one of his uniforms for kicks. he's got his back to the half-open door, more staring towards the blackboard.]

... mm. I'm not open, huh...

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[mouseyqueen.livejournal.com]

[is that Minnie Mouse walking down the hall? Nope, she seems to be wearing Mickey's clothes, but it's definitely a female mouse. She pauses to look around, and it's clear that she's new by her confused expression.]

Minnie? Donna? Sally?

Welp. This isn't the castle, so it must be another world. Now how'd I get here?


[[ooc: ...meet Queen Mickie, guys. Post KH2.]]

Whisper, Whisper, Don't Make a Sound

[boy-w0nder.livejournal.com]

[His adrenaline is pumping so fast he can't bring himself to care if he looks ridiculous, sneaking around as he is.

Here. Have a male Alice fleeing from a crazy king. Be a dear and try not to startle him ~ his poor heart can't take it. ]

. . .I really need to stop antagonizing crazy people. It just doesn't end well.

[ He's found himself in the kitchen again, which is rather convenient since his stomach is declaring it's need for sustenance quite adamantly. ]

Food. Food is good. Should be safe. I hope. . .

[ He thinks maybe he should stick to packaged food. Some of the people here were nuts. ]

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[omnomsouls.livejournal.com]

(Soul decided to investigate that 'tee-vee' thing again.
Golden explained it to him, but he still doesn't quite get how this is entertaining :|)

((Muse went 'post with me'. So I did.))

curiosity doesn't always kill

[unmasking.livejournal.com]

[don't mind him, he's just tinkering with some odd mixture of some sort in the kitchen, pouring a transparent liquid into a pot and dropping in something that resembles an oversize carrot. with a puff of smoke, the carrot seems to be gone and the contents of the pot have turned white]

...I wonder if it really is a restorative as he said...

[...ladels some of the stuff into a flask, debating what to test it on]

watch your step

[seasides]

[he hasn't been paying attention to where he's been wandering, so when he comes to a door he doesn't recognize... well, of course he's going to see what's inside it. glancing back, he steps in-- and falls several feet into a pit of pillows. after a moment he digs himself out and looks around.]

...well at least it's not zombies.



(ooc: Wall to wall pit full of pillows a few feet under the door. Currently there's no way back out besides trying to haul yourself out.)

every now and then

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[inhabitants of the Dressing Room, you might want to step out of the way of a full-grown chocobo hurtling by at blazing speeds. with the way it's warking and flapping its wings, it looks like it's on some sort of over-excited rampage.]

[there's a kid chasing after it, although he's clearly got no chance to catching up with the thing. he stops, leaning over, huffing and puffing all the while.]

-- Bawk, get back -- [pant.] -- here already!

[... obviously, some things really do never change.]

Is that a beached whale?

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

[No, no actually, that is a Sora lying on the beach in the sand, and she might lose it if you were to actually call her a whale.]

i tied myself to the wheel;

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[It took a couple days, but Larxene has fully recovered from her recent death and revival. She definitely intends to get Saix back for that one, and to that end she's mixed something up from Marluxia's garden... But that's for later. Right now, she's training, practicing her combat moves on a wooden dummy. She'd prefer a living opponent, but she doesn't need to get injured again so soon after that.

If you're a Saix or Sora and approach her, though, you're probably getting kicked in the face. :/ ]


((aaand the thread with Axel is officially Not For The Kiddies.))