and then it hit me.

[aquasinthenavy.livejournal.com]

[Aqua is walking through the halls and stumbles upon a room filled with... costumes! of an extremely questionable nature, actually. bondage gear, see through underwear and lingerie, and lots of things involving creative uses of belts.]

... I should likely close this door and simply walk away.

 That seems wisest...

Gounod: Funeral March of a Marionette

[vinemaestro.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha~!

[Vines covered every inch of his room, creating a solid wall of greenry. From the ceiling hung even more vines... But there was something strange about those. They hung right above his bed, where he watched little flowers and 'human' figures made entirely of vines jumping up and down as if they were puppets. There were two 'human' figures... They seem to be dancing. Who could those two puppets possibly represent?]

The Puppets Will Dance
Dance Until the End of Time
Dance Until you Die! 

[Though his words seemed...cruel? There was hardly any cruel intent behind them. He was, in fact, rather content.]

 

 

 

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[terennewings.livejournal.com]

[excuse him, if there's bleach-white feathers raining down over you. he's preening in the rafters.]

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[destati-13.livejournal.com]

[Roxas is staggering out of a portal, one of his pressed against his chest while his other arm cradled that hand, holding onto something. He takes a few steps, finally just staggering over to a wall and slumping against it. The hand he's cradling seems to be missing two fingers - guess what he's holding - and the adrenalin is starting to wear off, shock taking its place. His hazy blue eyes are flicking around. Looks like he might be trying to find someone to help him out...]

((OOC: Saïx cut off his fingers. Anyone who could possibly reattach them would be much loved.))

oh god, these fleas, THEY ITCH!

[princesstoast.livejournal.com]

[there's a scruffy looking lion seated in your dressing room now, oblivious to the change of surroundings as his eyes are clothes and he's currently scratching fiercely at his side.] Nnnnn-! Damn termites and their... [scratches harder, tilting back as far as he can to try to reach the scruffy parts of his mane.] Damn biting and damn-- OW THAT HURT!

[big lion has managed to run into some strange looking creatures - oh god there's so many of them! - nuka stumbles back and flattens against the wall, just staring.]

M...mother?

{ooc; first disney muse. ;; *apologizes for any impending fail*}