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slayersong.livejournal.com

[Headspace is now graced by the presence of a delightful little redheaded girl in very flamboyant medieval garb, not unlike... well, a bard! Whaddya know! She's curled up in a big, poofy chair with a couple of throw pillows, thumbing through pieces of thick parchment paper and "Hmmmmn"-ing very thoughtfully at each of them.]

You know, Milady duchess, I know you've a desire to put me into one of these games. So any moment now, I feel you should go right ahead and admit to being a sadistic, twisted soul with a very strange and partly demented sense of humor. Hmm? I'm waiting~... ♪

[ And with a heavy sigh, she tosses the papers into the air, letting them flutter their way to the floor as she crosses her arms beneath her breasts and pouts like a petulant child.]

Hmph. At least I know I'm certainly not first in line.

millenia

Just outside of the city, on top of a hill that used to be the best natural playground for children, a young woman stands beneath the shade of a group of trees. With a thoughtful frown on her face and her arms rather stiffly against her sides, she almost looks like a soldier placed there to watch over the area, and with a view like the one she has, it would almost be a logical assumption.

She brushes a strand of long, black hair out of her eyes, but goes back to her original stance as soon as it's taken care of. She may be waiting on others to show, but for now, she is alone. And that means, she can think without being teased into awareness of her surroundings. Best to take advantage of that while she can...

daluci.livejournal.com

Sunset was a wonderful thing. Or it would have been, if it wasn't taking hours to actually happen. Scott was currently laying right next to his car, his shirt off and balled up on top of his face, and wishing he were dead. Okay, so perhaps not really wishing he were dead, but at least wishing he were anywhere else but where he was: stuck in the middle of nowhere with a nonfunctional car. The only bright side was that his friend was on his way, hopefully with some way of fixing the current car issue.

If he had any energy left after the hours spent baked by the sun, he would probably be pacing and worrying about how he was going to get his car home, or what he was going to do about work if he couldn't get his car home, or just how he was going to repay the huge favor of driving six hours just to help him out... But he didn't, which was why he was currently sprawled on the ground just off to the side of the highway, waiting for his ride.

daluci.livejournal.com

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Anyone and everyone is welcome. That includes you, dear reader, and anyone you care to invite.

leftitonpurpose.livejournal.com

[Musespace is looking rather posh this evening, much like an old-fashioned London-style parlor with appropriate furnishings. There's even a tea set at the table. There's even tea in said tea set. Oh, and some flat biscuits, too.

The great Sherlock Holmes is here! And he is... .... staring at the wall he's standing nearby and fully facing. He looks rather ridiculous actually, especially when you don't know what's going on in that head of his.

He takes a few puffs of his pipe, still carefully studying the wall, free hand behind his back.]

... Hmm.

polishedsteel

The covering panel of an air vent slowly popped off of the wall, and out crawled one Heero Yuy, without a sound. He carefully lowered himself to the warehouse floor, gently setting the grate down beside him, careful not to let it make any noise whatsoever. It was convenient that there were boxes all around. So long as he stayed crouched down, he would not be seen.

Of course, the first thing he did was look for anything that did not exactly match intel. Aside from there being two fewer soldiers patrolling nearby - which was by no means a bad thing, leaving only two for them to have to deal with to start with - everything seemed accurate and in place. Good. It was always easier to work when everything was mapped out properly before you.

Satisfied, he leaned against the wall, gun out and at the ready. No moving forward until his partner arrived, and that should be any moment now...

lostandfinder

~~Isn't this Duo's job? I don't even have a tag!~~ Can somebody explain something to me? How's it supposed to work that she wants me to get to know someone, but won't let me talk to them?

denebcandy.livejournal.com

[The default room has been enlarged somewhat and filled with a strange assortment of items, which Deneb is currently fiddling with. There are beanbags scattered around, and stuffed animals of various shapes and sizes.]

Hm-mm-mm. [He adjusts the bowtie on a very large teddy bear, and then pats it on the head.] Alright! I think everything is ready. Maybe... [An alarm starts going off...] The hot chocolate! [He rushes over to stir a large bowl and turn off the alarm.] Ahh, it smells perfect! I hope someone will come soon.

[After a few moments of happy humming + stirring, he realizes he's forgotten one last thing:]

The banner! [He wipes his hands on his apron and pulls a long banner from... well, we won't ask. When he shakes it out, you can see "PERSONAL HAPPINESS DAY" written sloppily (but lovingly) in whatever language you happen to understand. He drapes it over a stack of beanbags he set up just for that purpose, and steps back to admire his handiwork.]

((ooc: ... you may get Yuuto's Deneb or Ryotarou's, depending on the thread. Because I say so. ~~which assumes someone tags XD!~~))

grandbellknight

[Please welcome Croix Bartel to Musespace. He's definitely not as confused as the average newbie. In fact, he rather looks like he's got the hang of this, or that he's used to appearing in strange worlds created entirely by the minds of females. ...Yeah, about that....

He takes a good look around, calmly, then shrugs a shoulder.]

Alright. So this isn't a Cosmosphere, but it's... sort of similar. There's no Reyvateil behind this. I'm also not here on purpose. I don't remember diving into anyone, at least...

Wonder how I'm supposed to get out of this one... Well, I can at least have a look around.

Current Mood: calm

seekinghonor.livejournal.com

[An Elven girl in a simple little skirt and blouse ensemble has arrived in musespace, kneeling near a pretty little pool of water. She splashes her face a bit, shakes her head, runs her fingers through her hair... And when she opens her eyes and blinks... she frowns, disappointed, like she expected to see something else.

She stands. She has a sword in her right hand, and her left hand is fiddling with the hilt of the dagger attached to her belt. She seems to be just faintly worried; in fact, she looks more self-conscious than anything, constantly looking down at herself in between bouts of examining her surroundings.]

... I guess this isn't The Fade. I can't possibly be dreaming... but where have I been taken? And where is my armor?

systemspark

Landing was easy enough, especially since the small, commercial passenger ship was designed to do it all on its own. Kyle didn't have to lift a finger. He was grateful for it, too. Modern technology was awesome, especially when it meant he just got to kick back and watch. He considered looking into what made the ship tick that way and adapting it to things around his workplace, but he'd probably get caught, knowing his luck. The risk outweighed the benefit. Oh well.

Besides, he had more pressing things to think about, like what he could possibly wish for once he got out of the ship and into The Point. That was the whole reason they came to this hunk of rock in the middle of who-knows-where after all, why should he walk away empty handed? The possibilities were endless... why couldn't he think of anything?

His thoughts were interrupted by the convenient little tone that announced the ship had come to a complete stop and it was safe to remove your seat belt and disembark. Thank God. He practically slung off his seat belt, adjusted his hat, and started toward the ship's exit with a grin. Fresh air would be very, very nice right now, and given they'd landed in the middle of a clearing in what appeared to be a vast forest, the air would certainly be very fresh.

maxwellian.livejournal.com

Tree-picking had turned out a success, not that it was ever anything but. Duo won the unfortunate duty of preparing the living room for the arrival of the tree, so he was the first back to the house. Everyone else was going to be arriving sometime the next day, tree and other miscellaneous purchases in tow. One of his favorite songs was on the radio, which was the only reason he could name that he didn't notice his three friends waiting on the lawn.

He pulled into the driveway and stopped the car, still nodding his head to the radio. Another thirty seconds and he'd turn the car off (assuming the dj didn't pick another good one to follow this one), besides, why hurry? He could get everything done in the few hours tomorrow before the old man and everyone else showed up.

trulybored.livejournal.com

[Whether you happen to care or not, Sheridan has claimed a goodly portion of the bridge as his own personal drawing board. He couldn't sleep, so he has pulled out every scrap of want-ad he has (which is a ridiculous amount, by the way) and spread them out in a formation that likely makes sense to no one other than him. He's standing over it and occasionally moving to adjust a page or two.]

Hmmm. No, they want something... [He trails off into a mutter and flips over a small multi-colored ad] Maybe if we— MAC! How far are we from Paris right now?

Forty-one point three three three six five seven nine four seven—

Okay! Stop. Forty-one point whatever what?

Kilometers.

So that's... [He steps forward and picks up a newspaper sheet covered in highlighter, reading it over carefully.] If we try that, and maybe buy a few... hmm.

komponiert.livejournal.com

[This is Agent Nein. As for what he's done to musespace? It's entirely blank. White space. ...For now. Since discovering that he can directly affect musespace's appearance just as much as the Duchess can, he's decided to experiment with how much freedom he actually has with this.

The white space is now an upscale living room, done in dark colors and sharp corners.

And now, we have Sasha's lab.

And finally, we have-- no, musespace fizzles as though it were all some big monitor going out, and it reverts to whitespace. He looks around, thoughtful.]

Hm. Interesting.

satorisatellite.livejournal.com

[Typical musespace: the gigantic "living room" with couches, chairs, cushions, tables... anything else you'd find in a comfortable home. Sure, it's warm and inviting, but it wasn't at all what Ao was expecting when she woke up from a nap at her desk and ended up on a couch.

She abruptly stands and looks around, hoping to recognize something. When she doesn't, she closes her eyes, her catlike ears twitching as electricity sparks between them (minus the facial expression). ... Nothing of use happens.

She frowns, looking around once more, albeit a bit more slowly this time.]

Where is this...? Helloooo?

((OoC: Really could use the voice practice. Totally open post. ♥!))

hurog.livejournal.com

[The surroundings have decided to be a cavern at the moment. (The one underneath Hurog, in fact, not that anyone else would recognize it.) Oreg isn't entirely sure what to do with the fact that it looks like it should but he still can't sense the keep, especially since he can't decide if that's a good or a bad thing. He's standing and looking at where the dragon bones should be, arms crossed]

What's the point of this place if nothing here changes anything in the real world?

Current Mood: blank

01bullet.livejournal.com

[Day after Halloween. Heero's one of the few people (on this side of headspace) that's awake and not hungover or suffering from a sugar overdose coma. What is surprising, however, is the fact that he's actually wearing a witch hat.

He's sitting on the floor with a mug of freshly brewed hot tea, using a honey stick as a stirrer and waiting for it all to melt.

He'd never admit it out loud, probably because he wouldn't even dare admit it to himself, but he's... actually bored. Anyone want to bother the perfect soldier ~~with a silly hat~~?]

kairoticpoint.livejournal.com

Kieron was so sure that he would receive weird stares for lying around in the complex's walking park wearing mostly black on a bright and sunny day, that when he realized that not very many people were out at all (and most of them weren't staring), he was actually mildly disappointed.

He turned a page in the book in his hands. Reading didn't usually go so well with thinking, and right now, he didn't want to do much thinking. Last night had not gone well. What should have been a simple in-and-out of a deal had quickly escalated to gunfire and fistfights, and before he could get his friends out of there, most of them had been injured. Someone he wasn't familiar with, but whose name he knew, had even been shot and killed. Who knew there was so much bad blood over a simple suitcase of money...

Growing tired of the idiotic antics of the protagonist, he decided to use his book as a shield for his eyes instead of actually reading the words. Eventually, his arm grew tired, so he resorted to placing the open book over his whole face. Hmm... maybe that would get him some weird looks.

kairoticpoint.livejournal.com

It was early afternoon, and Kieron was far more bored than he should be. He didn't have work until six, there was nothing to do in his apartment, he'd finished the only book he felt was worth rereading lately and none of his buddies were around to talk to until after sunset... when he would be at work. He hated when things fell out that way.

Kieron dropped a book in the return slot as he made his way into the library, trying to think of what he wanted to do with his time. He was bored with looking through the published journals that only the college library had - those had lost their shiny after about a year, anyway - so that was out. He considered taking over one of the computers in the corner, but decided he didn't feel like breaking into someone else's student account to do so. Yet. Maybe he'd get bored enough. He could look around for people he knew, but something told him he wouldn't quite be that lucky today. With a shrug, he decided his best bet would be to find a book he actually hadn't read yet.

Figuring the top floor of the library would be his best bet in finding something new (he rarely went all the way up there - five floors was a lot, thank you), he decided he was too lazy for the stairs and instead made his way to the elevator. He pushed the button... and then played the waiting game. As far as he could remember, the elevator in this building was pretty slow...

kairoticpoint.livejournal.com

[There's a newcomer to musespace. He appears mid-walk — possibly mid-rainstorm, too, as his shoulders are a bit wet and his hair is sticking to his face no matter how many times he tries to push it out of his eyes. It takes him a few steps, but he soon realizes something is amiss and he's no longer on the road to the campus library.

He pauses, takes a slow look around... and smirks.]

Haha, about damn time.

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