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[He still doesn't really understand the concepts of this place. But then again, he's never understand the world all that much before ending up here. Maybe that soft ping in his head didn't make him better but worse, and maybe Meg is currently wiping drool from his catatonic body.

Again.

On the other hand, he can't exactly say he's been trying too hard. Castiel has been allowing for his mind to tumble as he met people, surveyed the premises, searched the garden for bees. How long he's been here, he doesn't really know. And frankly, he barely even cares.

The edge of the lake is beautiful, serene, and Castiel doesn't look up when someone approaches. Instead he says the first honest thing that comes to mind, which strikes him as strange, because he usually lets it tumble far away from things he doesn't want to contemplate.]

I, I don't think I like lakes very much anymore.

prepareyourbladder

That foolish Earth pig was going to PAY. Not only did he drag him into some bizarre doom-filled nightmare world in his big dumb head, then sacrificed him to the Halloweenies and left him to rot... but then once he FINALLY gets a chance to escape- gets the wrong coordinates and sends him into some filthy human dwelling! What was worse was that he couldn't get into contact with GIR to come pick him up. Which... wasn't entirely unusual but he couldn't help but worry how the little robot would fair again the candy starved zombies.

He needed to assess his location and get back to the base... and to do that he needed to go outside. He turned to the door and tried to pull it open. Hm. Stuck. Well, nothing some good Irken ingenuity couldn't fix!

...

So after about ten minutes pounding and kicking at the door like a two-year-old having a tantrum, Zim decided to take more drastic measures. Four spider-like appendages come from the odd pack-thing on his back and from the tips shoots a laser blast at the door... and problem solved. With a content little victory march to the front porch taking a deep breath of sweet, sweet, victory air!

Human Door: 0
Irken Empire: 1

shy-blade.livejournal.com

[Outside on the grounds, a lone black leather clad figure stands on the fountain that has been iced over. He tilts his head one side then the other before he takes the first cut to carve. Ice flakes fly up and over in an arc a few moments later and a shape begins to take form of a winged fairy reaching out to catch a snow flake.]

100percentmail.livejournal.com

[At first, Matt isn't really sure what he's doing in the halls of a house that isn't Wammy's. It makes no sense. He's driving, pwning the fuck out of those wanker japs campaigning for Kira- and now he's here. And Mello said that playing GTA and Simpsons driving game wouldn't get him fuck all--

But wait.

..
Did he crash?
Did he ...crash and die?

Maybe he's in a hospital right now, bleeding out his ass and still looking awesome doing it.]

Right.
Ask yourself, Matt.
Anything you can do 'bout it until you figure this shit out?

[He takes out a cigarette, hating how he's pretty sure he'll have to use them sparingly and drags in a long bit before exhaling.]

Nope. There isn't.

[Hands in his pockets, the begoggled successor begins to walk the hall, reading the names. Great, more Japanese.]

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: Harvey Danger - Flagpole Sitta

sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com

What the fuck is this? Look at it. It's grey and has some goop on it. Is that supposed to be gravy?

[He takes a bite and winces before taking a large swig from his water glass.]

Okay, that's supposed to be gravy. The potatoes are too lumpy, the gravy tastes like watered down bat shit and who knows what the rest of that craps is supposed to be.

[He picks up his plate and tosses it back into the kitchen, hitting the chef with the plate.]

Learn to read a fucking recipe.

[He doesn't say much else as he walks away.]

badatfetch.livejournal.com

[To anyone in the kitchen there in a unusually large dog rummaging around, meekly exploring the foreign room in search of food. He pulls a box of cereal out of one of the cabinets and sneaks his way under the table, he didn't want to get in trouble for taking anyone's food.

So he is under the table, eating cereal out of a torn up box... with his tail sticking out from under the table cloth]

angels-watch.livejournal.com

[Dean, the little version, looks at the bowls on the table from where he's climbed up on a chair. He's already practically vibrating from the amount of sugary treats he has already consumed, a small, sticky mess covering his hands and face.

Right now? Climbing on the edge of the table seems like a good idea, as does jumping on it. there's a big grin on his face as he does it, too.]

100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com

[Dean woke up in his room. Or, it looked like his room, but there were two big beds instead of his one little bed. He didn't understand, but surely Daddy must have put in there while he was sleeping.

He rubbed sleepily at his eyes, and walked out into the hall-

The hall was different. Why he looked back in his room, and then in either direction in the hall. But he went to sleep in his bed at home.]

Daddy? Mommy? [A little note of fear coloured his voice, but he blinked back the scared tears.]

...where's the baby? [He asked himself quietly as he started wandering the halls in his pajamas, trying to find his family.]

strtles-witches.livejournal.com

[As far as Zoey knew, she was running into a saferoom, Louis, Francis and Bill not far behind her.

When she instead finds herself in what looks like an entry hall to a big ass house. Well, colour her surprised]

What the hell..?

finalarbiter.livejournal.com

Yes, Light has been missing for several months. No, Light does not know exactly why he's back in the Manor. As for the dress? He wishes this damn thing didn't inspire such horrific deja vu, but...

In fact, right now? He wouldn't mind torching the whole place. As the Author has seen fit to place him in the middle of a hallway, he's more or less trying to find his old room quickly, without calling attention to himself. If that's even possible while he's wearing this pink dress.

~~It isn't.~~

cry-moar-anon.livejournal.com

[Wandering through the halls of the Manor is a rather sad sight, it seems. A young woman, clad only in her underwear, is staggering slowly down the corridor. She's weeping into blood stained, taloned hands which are clasped to her face. Her cries are harrowing and sorrowful as she stumbles a little, but doesn't seem fazed in the slightest....]

((WARNING: If your character has no way of defending themselves, please have a way out :Dd The witch, if you bug her too much, she will attack without hesitation and take you down like a BAWSS))

demon-curls.livejournal.com

[Stepping out of one of the rooms is this strapping young heterosexual. And by strapping young heterosexual, I mean curly haired diva in Renaissance clothing. Slowing to a stop, he narrows his eyes as he looks around him]

Che..cosa?

[He frowns..this wasn't Leonardo's workshop..was this even Italy?..Better question; where the balls was he?]

Maestro? Leonardo-!

[He sounds more annoyed than anything else, as if him being stuck in this strange place was his masters fault]

If this is some kind of joke, I do not find it funny.

100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com

[the author has got bored of him doing the same old things, so she's moved his canon-point. He's now a year younger, and he's... well, he's snapped. The wraith he was hunting took his half-crazy, and turned it into a full-on melt down.

He's sat in the corner of the room at a table, staring straight ahead. He looks like he's about one step away from rocking back and forth. And, ooh yeah, he's now in blue hospital clothes instead of his clothes.]

I don't... Is this real? Is this real?

canhazheadkthnx.livejournal.com

[One of the doors to a previously empty bedroom opens, revealing a woman clad completely in motorcycle leathers and a yellow and blue cat eared helmet.

She looks around at her surroundings, completely confused as to where she is or how she got here. She knew she wasn't dreaming..or least, she thinks she knows..]

soiled-my-cuffs.livejournal.com

[Balthier picks up the blackberry, and inadvertently turns it on. You hear him talking, because he's turning it over in his hands to investigate it. ~~I hope you don't get sea-sick watching his feed, what with the walls, floor and ceiling keep switching places.~~]

...What an odd contraption. I wonder how much it would be worth on the market.

[ The feed stops flipping and you get a nice view of this guy. He seems to realise it's recording because he focuses on it as he speaks this time.]

I'm clearly no longer in Ivalice, however. If this, as it appears to be, is a communication device, can someone tell me where exactly I am right now? And, more importantly, if someone has seen a vierra by the name of Fran - I would rather like to find her as soon as possible.

ara-dementis.livejournal.com

[Let's pretend for a moment that the Manor is back to normal.]

[As you wander the hallway, you may find yourself with this funny creeping sense of dread - like SOMEONE is STALKING YOU.]

[In fact - ]

[See the little eyeball with insect legs in the icon?]

[It's sitting in the middle of the hallway.]

[IT'S WATCHING YOU.]

[Wut do?]

andsuddenlydynamite

[Anyone by the music room may hear the familiar sound of a familiar Italian a piece that he had played once before when he was younger... though back then there was a CONSIDERABLE amount more anger behind it. Now as his ten years older self plays, the piece is played without flaw, and he seems to be rather enjoying himself... and not making any immature ploys to make sure no one hears him play this time.

Of course he was just waiting and biding his time until the Author got bored with him AGAIN and switched him back with his younger self.]

quarian-bucket.livejournal.com

[Tali was nearly done with the repairs she'd been working on on the Normandy. Remembering that she needed to speak with the Commander briefly, she steps outside-

..and into a hallway?]

What the...

[She walks a little further down the corridor, though the silence puts her on edge]

Hello..?

100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com

[there's some fiddling - Mobile phones were accessible to him usually, but not this fancy, so he's not all that familiar with this one's functions. Dean looks a little different this morning - He's his seventeen year old self.]

...This is not the motel. [Then something occurs to him.]

...Sammy? [there's a nice shot of the cieling as he goes into the hallway, and you can hear "SAMMY" yelled down the hall, before he comes back in and picks it up.]

Who ever took my brother? I'll find you, and I'll rip your lungs out.

[and with that promise, the communicator is turned off and put in his pocket, and there's a young, pissed off Dean stalking the halls.]

lovesagoodparty.livejournal.com

Oh! Oh! What is this thing! It looks fun, but I can't work it.

[Pinkie Pie, starts jumping up and down happily, before bouncing around as she moves around.]

Maybe I can throw a party!

[She stops, as she gasps.]

Oh! But I don't know any of you. Hello everypony! I'm Pinkie Pie, I love a good joke and parties.

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