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eamagination.livejournal.com

[Eames happens to be in a library at the moment (or what appears to be one, in any case), and is walking along the outside line of the shelves, grinning.]

This isn't half bad, really. I could offer a few suggestions, of course, but just the lack of projections means it's cosier than most dreams I've visited.

maxwellian.livejournal.com

While the movie was on, it hadn't been so bad. It wasn't a silent experience, by any means (when Duo involved, it rarely was), but comments were directed toward the screen instead of each other, and any silence was easily filled by the film continuing on. Once it ended, it was harder to keep himself distracted from the fact that things were off-balance, and that made it harder to pretend that they weren't. It was a stupid cycle, but he wasn't going to let the fact that he'd asked about something he probably shouldn't have screw up their friendship. Especially since it hadn't. Not yet.

It wasn't the asking that was causing the problem, it was the fact that things seemed different, but they weren't different, not really, and that was seriously throwing Duo off. It would almost be easier if Heero had been angry, if only because then Duo's nervous energy could be used trying to fix things instead of trying to not mess things up by anticipating nonexistent issues. He was trying to ignore all of that, though, so he just leaned back in his seat and stretched. If he acted like there wasn't anything wrong, there wouldn't be anything wrong... right? "That one wasn't terrible. Told you I could find a good movie if you gave me another chance."

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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♥ Start a comment thread
♥ Your character falls madly in love with whatever character tags your thread.
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♥ This is stolen from strawlaw, who stole it from

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

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!~~))

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.

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

pridefulscholar.livejournal.com

Winning should come with some kind of satisfaction. And it might, Wufei supposed, with time. For now, he wasn't much other than frustrated. None of his opponents had fought with any kind of honor, retreating the instant things turned in his favor. Fighting against that kind of weakness could never truly end with success, unless he was able to completely destroy his opponents.

As soon as his last opponent left, taking most of the other fighters along with him, Wufei moved to stand by his car and wait for Heero.

lostandfinder

If there were any luck in the world, Chivason would have been sound asleep by now. He'd had a wonderful dinner — courtesy of sweet, old Mrs. Jann — and he'd eaten enough to be pleasantly drowsy, and then some. To cap it all off, she'd offered him a bed (a bed) and tucked him in as only a grandmother could. He didn't really have much to worry about, still having a few valuables tucked away in his knapsack, enough to cover a few weeks even if she decided to change her mind about letting him stay free-of-charge, and he certainly hadn't been here long enough to need to think about moving on.

Whatever the reason, though, he stayed in bed long enough to need to roll over half a dozen times before he finally gave up. Carefully tucking the blanket back under the pillow, he snagged his knapsack and tiptoed outside. He let his mind drift as he walked, hoping it would help him relax enough to actually sleep. He had liked his last stop, even gone so far as to make a few friends. He should have known better than to try helping Lia find her necklace. She was too excited when she asked him if he would walk with her. He scoffed softly at himself— then tripped, tried to catch himself, and faceplanted in the dirt. ⋅⋅ ⌊ ☆ ⌉ ⋅⋅

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heartofspace.livejournal.com

[Another day, another hour of preparation. Quatre had always liked getting there early, especially when he got to see the other hosts before anyone arrived. It was different when it was only the five of them. Less... showy, less fake. Well, for some of them, anyway — he was pretty sure Aren and Chris didn't mind showing most of their normal personalities to the girls.

Besides the last time he was late, someone (he was very pointedly not asking who) had managed to completely ruin the tea and he simply wasn't standing for that.]

I think we're ready.

iwillleadthem.livejournal.com

Bored, bored, bored, so let's play a game. No neithers, no boths, no "this one if"s.

Would you rather be able to go forward in time on three different occasions in your life or go back in time once? Quick, quick, time's wasting.

((OoC: Welcome to anybody at all. ~~Please?~~ There's a bunch of questions here if you want to question back (or you can IM me, I've got like 100 of the things), and you're very welcome to threadhop. ~~Like I'm going to let Ben have all the fun~~.)

squintsitter.livejournal.com

[Booth's discovered a box full of modeling clay and he's not asking any questions about how it got there, just like he's trying not to think about how he got there.

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Instead he's making a surprisingly well-crafted bear out of it. And talking to himself.]

There comes a time in any man's life when he's just got to take whatever it is that's coming to him. I'm not kidnapped, that I know of. I'm not stuck here, that I know of. I'm just... here. [a minute or so of silence as he works more on the bear] Yep, just here, nothing weird about that at all.

((Anybody commenting might get a reply from somebody who isn't Booth. Consider this fair warning. :|))

therosefern.livejournal.com

I've heard of lucid dreaming, but isn't this a little over the top? Maybe I hit my head. I swear, if I find out Tony had anything to do with this..

Um. Is there anyone out there? Hello?

Current Mood: lost

pridefulscholar.livejournal.com

( In which the dragon is a moron. )

seamuszharper.livejournal.com

I've been around here for who only knows how long and I'm still finding out new things.

Right now, I'm looking for a show of hands. Ben-the-lawyer is under the impression that vampires and werewolves are pretty much old hat. Now, I've lived through Magog attacks and Nietzschean raids, but I've never met anything claiming to turn into a fuzzy thing when the moon shines right. Besides, what do you do if you're caught off planet? Whoops, the blue moon threw off my month, better luck next time?

That's not to say I don't believe him, some of you are weird enough that I'm pretty sure I'd believe someone who showed up claiming to be the King himself at this point. I'm just saying, it all sounds really out there.

maxwellian.livejournal.com

[Duo was trying to be serious. Honest. It's a serious matter, to have the Angels threatening their security to the point where he was going to stay with Heero. But... well, it was a very good reason to hang out with Heero. He'd taken the chance to swing by the grocery for some peeps and toothpicks, as well as a few other goodies. Who knew what Heero would have for snacking purposes? And, of course, he'd brought the useful stuff. Hell if he was giving Heero a reason to yell at him, and hell if he was going to make it any easier for the Angels than it had to be.

Arms occupied with way too much stuff, he used his head— to knock on the door.]

Heero, buddy, open the door. Maybe you should invest in a push-in door. [another knock] So I could, you know, push it. You'd probably still lock it, though. Meaning my pushing still wouldn't do anything. [knock! Okay, that one was a little too hard. Ow. He'd be putting a hand to his head, if he could get one out of the bags]

lawfulslayer.livejournal.com

[Ben looks around before speaking, but nothing he sees helps — obviously. He doesn't exactly know why or how he got here.]

This is not my hotel. [another look around] Hello? Is there anyone around? It's not that I want to go to the Senate hearing, but I would like to know where I am.

iwillleadthem.livejournal.com

Come one, come all, Benny's got a question~

See, I was thinking... There's all of us here, and it's still so quiet. It just doesn't seem right. So, I've got a challenge. Or was it a question? Maybe both. A challenge-question~!

Who can make the idiot in plaid shut up?

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"Have a holly, jolly Christmas..."

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Ah, for some optimism

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first encounter ; 0 days

A multiversal host club? Stranger things have happened.

Questions, questions everywhere

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