06 October 2012 @ 12:21 pm
Hey! What's goin' on here? Can't a guy find a bite to eat 'round this place? 

Sheesh! They must have really lowered their service standards or somethin'. I try and order a sandwich and some lady comes at me with a broom! I'll tell yeah one thing for sure - I ain't ever eating there again! 

You hear that? This is an outrage! Why, leaving us to starve. Where do you get off doin' this, huh?!

[The sound of a door closing interrupts his rant and a woman is heard shooing him away.]

Whoa, hey! I'm leavin', lady! I'm leavin'! Stop it! 

05 July 2012 @ 01:38 am

It has come to my attention that while my bowtie wearing fiancé might know many a folk to invite to our joining ceremony, I do not. And, I am not fully aware of whom he has invited. That being said, the best solution to this awkward issue is this:

(the lad with the affinity for bowties)
(the woman living with the lad with the affinity for bowties)

Problem solved, I should think!

…although that only resolves the one awkward issue.

Another is that I haven’t the foggiest whom will even conduct the ceremony. Does anyone know where I can attain one of those earthling priest persons? Or someone else who can perform such a task?
03 June 2012 @ 07:26 pm

You know, this is starting to get real old. I've had it up to here with everyone avoiding me lately. Just cut it out already, would you? It ain't funny anymore. Believe me, I know funny.

I mean it, guys! This is where I put my foot down. Well, maybe not there. The floors kinda dirty in that spot but I'm putting it HERE! My foot. Down. So you better fess up.


Unless... Unless you're really not here anymore. And everyone already went home. And I'm the only one left! No, that can't be it. I can't be the last one here, can I?

... CAN I?!

14 March 2012 @ 04:57 pm
[when Marluxia speaks, his voice sounds a little more emotionless than usual, as though he's trying to keep what memory of unease he has from leaking through. This information troubles him greatly--enough, obviously, to eschew his typical cloak of anonymity] While taking a look through documents in my possession, I've come across something... curious. Secrets are being kept from us all, it seems--more than we could have possibly imagined.

As there are more than a few of you who are unlikely to take me at my word, allow me to provide you with an image of the document itself. There are pieces missing, but I assume you can understand the gist of it, as well as the insight into our dilemma it provides.

((cut for image)) )
12 February 2012 @ 11:55 pm
So... If someone were to hypothetically swallow some... Oh, I don't know, supposedly 'magic' beans, what might be the result of that?
16 January 2012 @ 07:12 pm
[there's a soft click as the journal is turned on, followed by a a soft giggle. A couple beats of silence go by, broken occasionally by taps and clicks, as if the device were being turned around several times. Flandre talks aloud, because well... she's used to talking to herself in the first place.] Mmmn...so what does this box do? It lights up... and it has lots of things to press....but does it do anything but show a map??

[There's a hard static for a brief moment as she tries to pry the journal open, then stops.] I don't think there's anything magic inside, either...[She sounds incredibly perplexed by this.]

[There's a sudden, excited squeal.] OH! What's that!?

[Her voice comes from a short distance.] It's all white...it's really cute! [It sounds like she's dragging something closer to the journal. She giggles.] Come on! You can't get away that easy.~ [Whatever she's holding snarls and struggles.] Hee-hee! What's wrong? Don't you want to play with me? [She sounds very happy; the creature, however, sounds like it's in quite a bit of pain.]

[Her tone drops suddenly, an icy tinge to it.] Or are you going to break like every other toy?
[his voice is quiet, his tone still, but despite this, the anger is quite obvious by the way his words tremble slightly. He takes a deep, slightly shuddering breath before he speaks]

I assume that most of you have seen the new information that's come to light. I'm not sure when this started, or exactly why this started, but one thing is inescapably clear: this all needs to stop. All of this. The experiments, the disappearances, the arrests. All of it. And we need to stop it ourselves. I'm sure some of you already know what I'm going to suggest, and some of you might already be ready to suggest it yourselves. Maybe some of you did, before I got here.

We need to stand together. We need to be strong enough and brave enough to weather the storm that's ahead of us. The longer we stand idle, the longer this goes on, and the more people get hurt - and I, for one, am not willing to let this slide. We have to gather together, and I think you all know exactly what I'm talking about.

Oh, I'm angry. I've never done that before, not as this me. I honestly have no idea what I'm going to do now, or what's going to happen. [a shaky laugh emerges]

Anyway, who's with me? We can have meetings and get into group hugs and everything. [despite the lightness of his words, it's clear he's deadly serious about gathering an army, even though he - barely - refrains from saying it]
13 December 2011 @ 04:22 pm
Quaint little city, isn't it? If only they hadn't been so rude about my... accommodations. But what's past is past. I must say the locals are a joy in themselves, busy like little worker ants. 

Enough about them. I'm a sociable man, so let's do the best to make light out of our unfortunate situation and socialize. Go on, do tell me about your minuscule lives--a name, anything. I'm dying to know. 

Or maybe you'd like to discuss holidays. Christmas will arrive any moment, you know. Any plans? I know have one or two of my own...

06 December 2011 @ 07:03 am
[There is shaky breathing at the beginning of this feed.]

Kiara... [Mufasa's voice is strangely...weak.] Kovu...

[He groans, coughing.] I would like to see...both of you.

[Each word sounds like it's costing him.] Timon...and Pumbaa...if you are free as well... [Somehow, he manages to touch a button, giving everyone his coordinates.]
06 November 2011 @ 11:52 pm

[Locked from his mother because he's a bad son]

With all this snow and all does anyone know if the trains are still running? A guys still gotta get around, you know.

Actually, are any of the stores even open?

[Late night posts seem to be trending, this one being no exception.]
16 October 2011 @ 11:21 pm
Citizens of Paixao, I ask that you forgive my absence from our fair city. I have journeyed to these other "worlds" that our Outsiders have spoken of and in my travels I have deemed these unruly worlds as a threat to our existence. Therefore, in an effort to protect Paixao from these dangers, I have come to the decision to once more put restrictions to those who wish to leave the domes. Any who try to exit will be be arrested and face punishment under law.

In addition, on the issue of the recent weather: the matter is being looked into.

Thank you,

Mayor Marcus Praetoris
16 October 2011 @ 05:29 pm
What am I supposed to do with all this snow - is that what folk have been calling it? The cold is treacherous and my son is sick from being out in it so long. [pause] I hope everyone's taking care of themselves. When you stop shivering it doesn't mean you're suddenly not cold anymore!
09 October 2011 @ 11:49 pm
Alright, fine. I'll admit it already. I lost the pen. Sheesh!

[Yes Rosemary, he's talking to you.]
28 September 2011 @ 11:07 pm
[a very tired, but cheerful-sounding Doctor sounds off. He sounds older now, more wearied than he did before, but he's making an effort to keep the majority of it out of his voice]

Right, then! Hello, everyone. Sorry I've been out for so long, but somebody decided it would be a good idea to try and blow me up, among other things. And I see it's snowing! Not that I couldn't see it where I was, at least until I was blindfolded, but I love snow! That's brilliant. Only how's it falling beneath the domes? That's something. I might have to poke it with a stick.

Anyway, enough about me. How are you all doing? And Roxas, don't think I've forgotten about you. If you're ready, I can help as soon as I recover.
28 September 2011 @ 09:11 pm
[Well, if anyone had more information, this seemed like the place to find it.]


Has there been anyone here who's seen this 'Organization' before?
28 September 2011 @ 04:02 pm
[a deceptively proper-sounding and feminine voice sounds over the MB, sounding both amused and more than a little confused]

Snow, falling beneath the domes? I must admit, this is not at all what I expected. But then, I wasn't expecting this place at all, I was expecting Wonderland. It's lovely; certainly better than that dirty snow in London. But what could possibly be causing it? [despite the slight playfulness of those words, Alice's tone is dry and sarcastic] Perhaps a snowman somewhere had a cold.

Several of you have been here far longer than I. Is this normal?
26 August 2011 @ 03:22 am
I wonder...now that there's somewhere else to go, did everyone enjoy themselves in my kingdom?
25 August 2011 @ 08:52 pm
This is the first time I'm using this technology that you people call "journals".
Indeed, I believe this might prove to be useful. For now I will leave a notice for my master, the soon-to-be Overlord Mao, the most evil Overlord the universe shall know.

Young Master please refrain from staying close to Miss Yorda.
She's worse than a delinquent and a terrible influence
(Trying to keep her at bay 24/7 is getting on my nerves.)
Young Master, always keep in mind that you're an honor student!

As for the rest of you, don't meddle, it's troublesome.
23 August 2011 @ 04:40 pm
No big deal but I found one of those door you all keep goin' on about. With all that whining you do, you'd think it'd be hard or something.

Huh? ... Oh, okay, fine. We found it. Pumbaa helped. A little.
21 August 2011 @ 08:54 pm
Hello! I know several of you have been to this "Spira" floor and I was wondering if there were any sorts of meaty creatures there. It'd really help me out to know; thanks!