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[littlest-prince.livejournal.com]

[well there's still no sign of his cat, but Kai's been safe and sound for a while now, and finally decided he wanted to leave his room and that general area. so he's gone to the beach room, though a good distance from the water (no supervision, after all!), just seated in the sand and watching the waves.]

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[to-break.livejournal.com]

[ an oversized mutant plant can be found on one of the dressingroom walls, trying to cling to passerbies affectionately. Marluxia sighs by it, patting a leaf, before the plant makes a kissing sound back at him. ]

Well, I suppose when they said one taste of salted water by the roots, they actually meant it. Shush, don't ask me for food, you didn't bloom at all. How ugly.

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[sinfulrain.livejournal.com]

[Out of a door in an empty hallway comes another new arrival. She closes the door behind her and leans against it, looking out of breath. She almost looks like one of those younger Kairis, but her bright aqua eyes set her apart a bit. She seems to be around the age of eleven or twelve, but she doesn't seem to surprised at her surroundings.]

[ooc: oh god I need to stop making new characters. info in profile.]

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[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[Well, for once it seems that Ienzo isn't reading, studying, or any of his usual behavior and is instead walking around the dressing room as though he's looking for something, someone, or a combination of the two all thanks to some interesting information he received recently.

He's pretty focused at the moment, but that doesn't mean he won't stop to converse.]

[ooc: Looking for tinyseeker and anyone who knows him as well as Vexen's lab, but feel free to bump into him, or something. This post isn't restricted to anyone. o:]

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[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[There's a courtyard, somewhere. Open to the sky and the fresh air. And in the corner, there's what appears at first glance to be a pile of armour parts.
Until it moves, unfolds arms in a complex motion, and raises a serpent-like head to the sky.

Kurt gets slowly to his feet and 'sniffs', taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds, the scents and sensations of hearts nearby, the flow of whatever darknesses exist. This - is wrong. What's going on? he starts to wonder...]

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[dawnrise]

[ Riku's in a different kitchen than usual tonight -- one that doesn't get as much traffic as the main one -- standing at the counter and leaning over a cookbook. She seems rather out of her element. Her hair's tied back in a ponytail and she's wearing an apron, for one thing. Said apron is also splattered with cake batter, and one side of her face is smudged with it. Whatever the batter was made for is nowhere in sight, having been thrown into the garbage; a fitting end for such a disaster.

There is, however, a number of bowls soaking in the sink, and a mixer that's waiting to be cleaned.

... Maybe she should just find someone to help. ]