windandstorm | Entries tagged with *open

backside-360.livejournal.com

[Just by virtue of being one of the muses that have been around for years and years, Tobias is not at all a stranger to the setting shifting around. He's not exactly a fan of this latest shift, though it doesn't show that much in his expression. Still, you wouldn't exactly appreciate being suddenly thrown into a dark, urban alleyway, would you?

Every attempt he makes to think of another place, to shift the scenery, ends up failing. The sky momentarily fizzles, as though it were a huge screen suffering from static, but it eventually just fades right back into the same hazy night sky. He's still not surprised. A little concerned, and he frowns a bit to show as much, but not surprised. Not even worried. ... Much.

He stuffs his hands in his coat pockets and looks around. There's no one immediately in sight, but he can definitely hear all the typical sounds of a large city on a Saturday night clamoring in the near distance. He's probably not far from a popular downtown area.]

So... what does that mean? Is something supposed to happen here?

[Maybe your character needs magical healing? Maybe they're alone and need an escort - safety in numbers, right? Maybe they're looking for a fight in just such a dark alleyway? ~~Maybe they're looking for a certain kind of herb that this guy's probably got, wink wink nudge nudge?~~ Or maybe your character's just stuck in this suspicious looking alleyway, too...?]

((OoC: Totally open! Party post, even, if you feel like it! If you want to go to other parts of the city, feel free to completely make shit up. ♥ I'm doing this to test character voice, so let me know if something seems weird!))

bloodydeduction.livejournal.com

[Sherlock has decided that he likes whatever this place is - a replication of his apartment, yes, but it has just the right mix of quiet and chaos going on in the background that he can get some proper thinking done. And God knows he has a lot of thinking to do right now.

He sits on one end of the couch, hands together and resting beneath his chin, eyes closed. The observant will notice just how tense he is, as if he's expecting something to happen. The ridiculously observant may notice the small spots on the left side of his collar - dried blood stains, there for days at least. And those with a sort of "sixth sense" or whatever for odd things? Well... maybe you can figure it out.

He just sits, unmoving, for now. How long can a person keep this up, exactly...?]

((OoC: BBC'S Sherlock, AU'd! Wide open post, do feel free to bother him. He needs it.))

shapechanged.livejournal.com

[Desiree is feeling very unsettled. Currently, she's standing in what seems to look an awful lot like her bedroom, but she knows it isn't. There are two reasons this isn't her room: One, she doesn't have that many pillows on her bed - she used to, but not anymore. 2) Only seconds ago, she was in a dressing room at a high-end clothing store. So how did she get here...?

She hears something (Someone? You?) moving in the hallway outside. She squeezes into the space between the open door and the wall, wincing a bit when the door's hinges creeeeaak loudly. Still, she positions herself where she can peer through the crack. She waits and watches - and if danger is approaching, she knows exactly how she's getting the heck out of here...]

((OoC: Voice test! She's a shapeshifter, you've been warned. Be gentle?))

Current Mood: nervous

errantsquire.livejournal.com

A cat. She named her cat after me.

... Can someone please remind me again why it is I'm here?

Current Mood: annoyed

punkblaze

About. Fuckin'. Time. Geeeeez, I've been around for how long now?

Ah, this is great! I can finally talk to people! On my own time! ... Well, sort of on my own time. Hell, you know what I mean. Whatever.

[Eithan is practically vibrating in place - he'd bounce, but that's probably not a very masculine thing to do, so he's not going to. But the sentiment is there.]

Man. I don't even know what to do first!

((OoC: Voice "test"! ♥ Please talk to him? Character or 'player, doesn't matter.))

xps1710.livejournal.com

[You've found yourself in a huge house: three stories, seemingly endless rooms. There's music going in all of them: typical beats to dance to, most of them generic. Maybe a song or two that you know actually comes on, but it's tough to say - the music spans across worlds, after all. A little bit of everyone's tastes has gone into this mix. Overall, it is most excellent.

Living rooms, parlor rooms, bedrooms... whatever you want, it's there. Just look hard enough. One room is entirely dance floor, with colored lights and strobe lights and plenty of shiny, reflect-y things that just serve to add even more flare and color to the room.

And, of course, there is a huuuge bar that takes up a rather large room, complete with booths and tables for your seating pleasure. And, of course, little miss Kiori here is your bartender.

She is grinning. Smugly. She has also already poured herself a huuuuge drink of God only knows what. She raises it high, laughing.]

And so, now that the little duck has been shipped out for repairs three times now, and is about to get completely wiped and reformatted... we now have even more proof that I was the best laptop ever! Time to celebrate! Woohoo!!

[Enjoy, everyone. It's totally time to party, drink and misbehave.]

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.

errantsquire.livejournal.com

[Really, all wooded roads look the same, so in theory, it would be difficult to know if one was really lost or not. Still, Fisk has this feeling that he just can't shake - that this is not where they're supposed to be, and that they're no longer on the right path, and this is not a good thing. He's decided to take it in stride, though. Michael should know what he's doing, right? Well, insomuch as he ever knows what he's doing. Still...

A few more paces, and... no. Just no. This isn't right.]

Do you have any idea where we are right now?

((OoC: Wide open, and we'd love to have you. But you may get replies from

noblesir as well/instead. You've been notified. ♥))

lunarstatic.livejournal.com

[Eithan (who has no journal /swt) is sitting in a huge armchair, softly playing guitar.

Faythe is sitting on the armrest of said chair, and she's taken it upon herself to start singing along with Eithan's playing. Of course, it's an octave higher than the original, but that only serves to make it... more soothing. Sure, it should sound sad, but Faythe's too happy to let any sort of negative emotion into her voice. As a result, it's much more uplifting.

Care to listen to the free show? Pull up one of a million cushions, chairs, pillows... there are some couches, too. Plenty of people to talk to, plenty of nice music. Something in the room will lift your mood, you just have to find the right bit of it.]

Man... I haven't been around in a while. Any requests? [Grin!]

((OoC: relaxing time. Feel free to jump in, we'd love to have you.))

spellblood.livejournal.com

[Jacob knows all about musespace. Hell, technically he was born here. So, what has he made of this area? A flawless duplicate of the courtyard of The Academy of the Darker Arts. It's sunset, autumn, and he's taken a seat beside a fountain that looks like it hasn't been turned on since at least the summer before last. He's hunched over, head in his hands, still. Something is troubling him, that much is obvious.

But he does eventually look up, as do they all when they have something to say to the muser.]

Hey. ... I know you care, alright? I get it. Just stop putting it off. That could just... make it worse, I don't know. ... Hell, do you even know exactly what's happening? [Sigh.] Know what? Forget it. Do whatever.

[With a sigh, he stands. His little dragon is here, too, and she kicks off the stone she's perched on and lands on his outstretched arm. She chirps, as if trying to comfort him, and rubs her head against his shoulder.]

... Not your fault. All hers. As always.

pulselancer

Well, alright now.

[In strolls a dark-haired woman, looking the main room over very carefully as she goes, though it seems like nothing more than a passive, disinterested glance at her surroundings. She stops in the center, one hand on her hip, and sighs.]

I'm here. You asked, I came. So what now? Somethin' in it for me?

[She flops backwards into a rather comfy looking overstuffed leather armchair, crossing her legs and drumming her fingertips against the armrests.]

Besides the comfy furniture, I mean.

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.

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.

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?

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?

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

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Entries tagged with *open

>> System Error?

Just have to find another place to go

we both know the mirror's cracked and everybody's in the act...

On Names

Trying to keep him quiet is like trying to put a tiger in a carrying kennel. jklfadfaj

Ego much...?

(no subject)

A knight and his squire. Sort of.

Here's a hand to lay on your open heart today...

on the soon to be "canon" bump

She wouldn't shut up. :|

Unhappy bard child...

(no subject)

Adventures in... Musespace?

can we say "random"?

A not-shocked newbie? wow.

Voice practice!

Changes All Around

Lost Kitty!

Ah, for some optimism