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sensiblesusan.livejournal.com

Sometimes, in quiet moments, Susan Sto Helit reflects that even by the standards of a flat planet borne on the backs of four elephants standing on the shell of the great galactic turtle A'Tuin, the twists and turns her life has taken have been exceptionally strange.

( Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease. It made you unsuitable for a lot of jobs and then you had the urge to pass it on. )

And the page turns, and one day—no one is sure exactly when—the First Aid Station is empty.

((And with that, I bid farewell to my longest-standing RP character. We've come a long way and, as several of you know very well, have been through quite a bit together. She'll be back, somewhere or somewhen else, and in my fic, but for now—adieu, and thanks.))

Current Mood: thoughtful

soho-angel.livejournal.com

One quiet afternoon found Aziraphale at the bulletin board, putting up a notice written in old-fashioned flowing script.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

A non-denominational, interfaith prayer assembly will be held at the Golden Horsehoe in Frontierland, three nights hence at sunset. All are welcome, regardless of faith or lack thereof, who come with respect and peaceable intentions.

If interested, please make a note of it here or via post to Mr. Fell at Club 33. Questions or comments are welcome.

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((Sylar is scheduled to wander by and be a nuisance, but anyone else who wants to get involved is welcome))

redo-fromstart.livejournal.com

Ponder had been ambling around in the High Energy Magic Building after pushing his students out the door so he could do some nice quiet research. He had fed the mouse in Hex, given the Cabinet of Curiosity a peer inside and a judiciously applied poke, made a few notes, then waited patiently for something on Hex to stop working right in the middle of important thaumatalogical calculations*. Much to his pleasure, it worked perfectly, although this did mean he could call it an evening and relax, perhaps by going over some notes he made on tortoises.

However, upon walking out the building, he realised it should be darker than this in Ankh-Morpork, and there weren’t normally two-dimensional mice on the Disc. After a brief moment of speechlessness, he sighed, “Not another pocket universe. I hope the other end of this one is not the Archchancellor’s bath again, because I don’t think my eyes can take that twice. … Three times.”

*Namely, the direct proportion of money spent on feasts to the money spent on his department.

( He hoped he'd get home in time for dinner, anyway. )

((Ponder Stibbons from Discworld. Have talked to Susan, Granny and the Feegles. XD Also - for sake of having a pb (I like my pictures, sssh), I'm using Colin Meloy as Ponder. If anyone objects, I'll stop, just poke me. He's actually wearing a pointy hat and robes, despite the icons. He's taken from straight after Making Money. Application may contain spoilers if it comes up. Also, as this is my first venture in a proper fandom, and my first crack at Discworld, please tell me off if I'm doing it royally wrong.))

alcoholit.livejournal.com

Bernard had been slowly trying to convince himself that trying to con Susan was a really, really bad idea, mainly by avoiding doing anything. However, when it came down to it, the distinctive need to screw himself up overrode virtually everything else. So he woke up and scribbled out a note to Katou,

Katou,

Plan. Today. At around mid afternoon. No excuses for not doing it.

Bernard.
( Plans of Epic Proportions. )

Current Mood: drunk

swordandchalice.livejournal.com

As he hadn't heard from her in a long time, Setsuna decided he'd best write to Pearl and find out if she was ~~still there~~ doing well. When he didn't receive a response in a couple of days, though, he got depressingly worried and wrote off a letter to Susan as well.

Susan,

I just wanted to see how you, Calvin and Pearl were doing. You guys ok? ...I got concerned when Pearl didn't write back. You're still here, right? Is she?

- Setsuna

He tried not to fret too much because he knew everyone had a home to go back to, but Setsuna got terribly attached to people rather quickly.

With the letter done, however, he remembered something else that might help him cope with all of this people leaving stuff.

Hey, Adam!

Remember how you said we should go exploring again? Ready to go now? I need something to get my mind off of things.

- Setsuna

( And then he decided to just go sneak up on Kurai. )

[[ooc: Feel free to get to these whenever you have time. Kurai log is open to Arachne as well if Arachne-mun feels like jumping in later; would like to start with Kurai, though. Thanks.]]

Current Mood: worried
Current Music: "Ask the Lonely" / Journey

iron-and-latin.livejournal.com

((Closed for Susan and Sam))

Sam had spent the last… well, it had to have been at least a month by this point… mostly hidden away in the Hungry Bear Restaurant trying to bend spoons or lift glasses off of shelves with his mind. So far all he had gained for his trouble were a lot of rather severe headaches.

( They’re steppin’ on his gold terrain, he’s movin’ on with bold refrain. )

Current Music: Ben Kweller - In Other Words

yourshadowking.livejournal.com

Kyouya liked to think of himself as a quiet, solitary person. Although he was quite comfortable socializing, he only did it out of necessity, and preferred to be by himself and to be acting productively. He had been that way all of his life, never particularly wanting to do things or spend time with people when it didn't benefit him. It was Tamaki who had forced him out of this habit, and who had brought him into the crazy world of Host Clubs and Commoner Games.

( Kyouya wasn't one to emo, but... )

Current Mood: drained

katoustheshit.livejournal.com

Katou was, to say the least, bored as fuck. He practiced his guitar in his spare time, and had now not only become as good as he had been back home, even with the fake arm, but had also become better, in his own humble opinion. He had learned how to fly quite well, and doubted he'd ever really need to learn to improve any more (Hell, flying was a skill he hadn't needed at all during the war). The rides had gotten stale already. Part of him wondered if he would have been this bored before the war. As nice as it had been to just relax after fighting so hard, that had gotten old as well.

And so, he found his mind wandering back to the way it had been before he had died. He had been sure he'd stay sober (with the exception of being drunk once in a while), especially since he had to protect Setsuna. But there wasn't much to protect Setsuna from here. Besides, his body wasn't even a human one. He doubted he'd ever become a junkie again, because he didn't think this body could become addicted.

So, after thoroughly justifying it to himself, he found himself outside of the First Aid station, ready to break in and steal something that would fuck him up. It was a First Aid station. Of course it had something.

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: Mr. Brownstone - Guns N' Roses

caycep

((Closed to Cayce, Sylar, and Crowley.))

( Cayce had developed a bit of a prejudice against vague, unspecific warnings )

((ETA: Warnings for violence, language, and torture, albeit nothing significantly worse than what you'd see on network TV these days—apart from the f-bombs in Cayce's inner monologue and from Crowley.))

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: David Bowie, "I'm Deranged"

thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com

Well, at least he wasn't falling in love with his worst enemy (not today in particular, anyway) or being all sappy and emo and...okay, let's not continue that train of thought. Let's not think too hard about any of this: his brain couldn't take it. It could be worse: for most of elementary school he always got at least one Aaron Echolls character-valentine in the mix.

( Given to Cayce, Susan, and Kira )

( Given to Lilly, Una, and Elle )

( And then there was this one. )

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: "The Desperate Things You Made Me Do," The Magnetic Fields

mickey-cops.livejournal.com

The music, mercifully, didn't start until an hour after dawn, and it was at around elevator music-volume and fairly ignorable until you started noticing what a bizarre jumble of songs from throughout recording history it was. As a matter of fact, it rather sounded as though forces with very little taste of their own had just cued up a random mix of anything labeled "love song," however appropriate or inappropriate, and had done with it. And then locked the door of the radio room behind them.

The decorations, however, had gone up at midnight, and if you'd been awake you might have seen them go up - strings of white and red heart-shaped lights unrolling and flinging themselves from place to place, great bunches of foil heart balloons tied here and there, vases of long-stemmed roses gently set down everywhere.

The shops were filled with formal wear; the restaurants, empty and attended alike, were lit with candles. All the water rides in the park gained little banners above their entrances reading "Tunnel of Love," and the characters within seemed to be doing a lot more offering of flowers and chocolates to each other than usual. (It was hard to say whether this was more disturbing from the pirates or from B'rer Rabbit and B'rer Fox.)

And every person in the park, whenever they woke up, found by their pillow a little pile of valentines, personalized just for them to send out, and a helpful list of all the people they might want to ask to be theirs. In other words, everyone. Oh, and a box of candy hearts, also personalized with adorable mottos.

Welcome to the most romantic place on Earth. Or...somewhere.

((Mushy songs to be posted here, OOCly and to your heart's content. Also feel free to comment here about your character's valentines and their reaction thereunto, or if you wish, to start a new post for those purposes. The lock's just a mundane deadbolt, so if your character gets fed up and decides to break it/pick it/use a spell on it they should be able to get in and take over.

Happy Valentine's Day!))

Current Mood: romantic
Current Music: "All You Need Is Love," The Beatles

sensiblesusan.livejournal.com

((Closed to Susan and Elle))

It was another quiet morning at the First Aid station, ~~conveniently~~ a day off of lessons for the children, and Susan was relaxing with a book of poetry borrowed from Psyche. She'd grown accustomed to the relative peace and quiet of the park and of her daily routine, and of late she tended not to expect anyone to show up with the occasional minor injury.

It never did to become complacent, though, and sometimes even Susan needed a reminder of this fact.

Current Mood: content

average-adam.livejournal.com

Adam was never bored. A young man with that much imagination never needed to be. He did, however, on occasion, get a little lonely. Even when the space inside your own head is limitless, it's nice to be able to talk to other people sometimes. That's why he was walking around the park, hoping to make a few new friends and find some old ones.

palletkid.livejournal.com

( Bulletin Post )

Current Mood: confused

grimsirius.livejournal.com

Early that morning, a large sign appeared on the Bulletin Board.

Feel like forgetting? Want to be able to look your family and friends in the face once more?

One-day Memory Charms for the low low price of one bottle of alcohol!

Contact Sirius and James if interested.

Current Mood: amused

redheadshizuka.livejournal.com

( Hot Streak )

( Susan )

( Sirius )

Current Mood: guilty

sensiblesusan.livejournal.com

((Open to anyone who wants to ask Susan what the hell happened yesterday, commiserate, or otherwise chat with the poor woman about the horror of Bad Fanon Day. Pikachu-mun, if there's anything you want me to edit or fix, let me know.))

When Susan woke up and saw the small yellow creature snoozing next to her head on her pillow, she knew, with considerable despair, that it had not been a dream.

( Bloody, bloody damn. )

Current Mood: distressed

grimsirius.livejournal.com

Sirius had run off from Susan, but that didn't mean he'd given up. Instead, he'd gone to James, and they'd planned together until they found the perfect way to win Susan.

First, Sirius set up the stage in Tomorrowland, and found two electric guitars for himself and James. He connected the amps to the park speaker, got out the microphones, and began to strum a tune on the guitar that he'd written especially for Susan.

He nodded at James, and James began to play too.

"Susan, I know we were meant to be," Sirius shouted, and then began to sing.

( Your a CANARY I'm a COAL MINE )

Current Mood: flirty

sensiblesusan.livejournal.com

In hindsight, Susan felt that the clothing should have been some kind of tip-off.

But that was the strangest part: that she'd gotten up, washed, and dressed without noticing at all that she was lacing herself into a lacy, low-cut corset and slipping into a long, slinky black skirt slit nearly to the hip. On both sides. Never mind the pointed, stiletto-heeled, over-the-knee boots. Even Calvin and Hobbes's stunned puzzlement and flight as soon as breakfast was done (no lessons today) didn't seem to alert her to anything being amiss.

( Nor did what happened when Cayce Pollard dropped by to say hello. )

((Feel free to bother/be alarmed by Susan. She's become what Psyche-mun once referred to as "the little black dress of Discworld femmeslash", so if your character is female, there's a very good chance that she'll get hit on.))

Current Mood: flirty

caycep

There was absolutely no good reason why Cayce hadn't passed on Boba Fett's news to the others. She'd gotten distracted by the holiday activity and her own self-absorption, she decided.

Well, better late than never. The letters she sent to Susan, Logan, Daniel, and John were all basically identical:

( Read more... )

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: David Bowie, "Rock 'n' Roll Suicide"

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Entries tagged with susan

'Questions don't have to make sense, Vincent,' said Miss Susan. 'But answers do.'

Bulletin Board Announcement

Application - Ponder Stibbons - Discworld

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Letters to Susan and Adam - Visit for Kurai

The butterflies are passive aggressive and put their problems on the shelf , but they're beautiful.

Closed RP: Tamaki and Kyouya need to talk

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Funny how secrets travel

Logan's Valentines

Be Ours.

All in a day's work?

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Posted on the Bulletin

Bulletin Post

Letters to Hot Streak, Susan and Sirius

The morning after the night before

Winning Susan's Heart

"And maybe a bit more ... bodice." (Bad Fanon Day Open RP)

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth

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