pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

[windsurfs.livejournal.com]

[Stumbling his way out of the Halloween Town world room, Ven gave the door that shut behind him a cautious look. Sighing, mumbling something along the lines of 'bad memory', Ven then dug into his pocket and pulled out... was that a fruit punch packet?

Maybe.

Considering how he bit the top and sucked without a straw, two fangs peeking from his upper lip...

Well. Maybe that wasn't a fruit punch packet at all.]

Intro~

[derpgirl.livejournal.com]

[There's a Ventus that's asleep nearby a door that leads to...Well, somewhere. She's curled up in the middle of the hall fast asleep, and hasn't noticed the change of scenery just yet, thanks to being asleep. And she hasn't even noticed she's not on her bed anymore, either. She's now sprawling out into a more lax position, just don't trip on this derp.] Nnn..... [Snoooooore.]

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[twilightes.livejournal.com]

[This Roxas is currently on the ground on his back, looking up at the ceiling in a ballroom. His skin is pale and almost all bloody. He fought long and hard with this heartless and was seriously wounded. He is breathing but barely. He's not dead but he's staring at the ceiling like he is.]

....

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[skinbonesnfur.livejournal.com]

[Animals shed for a number of reasons, changes in season for example but the time isn't quite right for it and the clumps far too large for a simple seasonal shed. In this case it's not an animal, but telling that from the trail of browny-orange and white fur clumps is a bit more difficult. Eventually the various trails ends at a door.

Through the door (presumably bracing nostrils for the smell of bad, cheap motel) the trail ends at a tail sticking out from under the bed looking quite uneven but still not missing enough to notice without close inspection. He hasn't gone bald yet, no matter how much the trails look like he should be.]

((ooc: Mostly for shootingdown and probably urrose_ihasit since he's been a bad kittypet but open to anyone.))

destati

[stagnant-memory.livejournal.com]

[ down a hallway from one of the main rooms is a familiar, stark white room. in the center of that room is a familiar white pod, closed tight around its occupant and its attached machinery humming softly.]

[what isn't familiar is the hooded figure seated nearby, a music box in its hands as a tune plays at full tempo, then slows to a stop. the hooded figure glances down at the box, then begins winding it again.]

[it's not much, but Demyx had told Xion once that playing music for flowers helps them bloom.]