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    <name>Splendoℜocity: A multifandom/original character RP</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:416871</id>
    <author>
      <name>Your Fairy Godmother</name>
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    <title>The Final Ball</title>
    <published>2011-10-31T22:02:08Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-31T22:02:56Z</updated>
    <category term="[event] final event"/>
    <category term="!npc"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[For those of you in Splendor already, you'll probably have noticed the spooky decor the city has donned throughout the past week. With nothing else of of notice to be mentioned, it seemed like everything was just going to be a repeat of last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as the clock struck 12:01AM on Halloween, all the Locals disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not have been obvious at first, they're fairly quiet folk anyway, but as the sun begins to set on Splendor, something is definitely odd in the city. There's a sort of electricity in the air, like the city itself is anticipating something. Finally, as the sun reaches the horizon, a notice appears on the notice board. Even if you're not in the metropolis district you'll be aware of it, as the notice will also transmit itself as text through the seals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is the city's rather irksome custom, the notice is somewhat cryptic, mentioning magic and atmosphere and the like. However, as the notice comes to a close, there is one &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; obvious, straightforward, and shocking line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'The Music Box will return you tomorrow. Until then, please enjoy the Ball.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, the electricity in the air seems to reach a peak, and every current resident of Splendor will find themselves suddenly in the Metropolis District, in the immediate vicinity of the City Hall. The Hall is decked out as it was the year before, banners hanging up advertising the Halloween Ball, inviting everyone in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, someone (or rather, someone&lt;i&gt;s&lt;/i&gt;) very peculiar will also find themselves there, and the current residents of Splendor may be in for a very big surprise.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[For those not in Splendor, you'll be going about your daily routine. Maybe you're having a dream, maybe you're at work, or maybe you're in the middle of a life or death struggle. Hey, maybe you're even dead - you know how Splendor works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the situation, a flash of light suddenly appears, a Pegasus standing in front of you once the light clears. Without words, memories of the city you once knew flood back and you suddenly understand the situation - you're being given a chance to go back and relive those memories once last time. To say your goodbyes, to tie up loose ends, and to bring everything that you experienced to a satisfying end before returning home once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you choose to hop onto the horse's back, you will find yourself immediately in the Golden Entranceway, the Pegasus nowhere to be found. It will seem almost nostalgic, in a way, except this time you'll be surrounded by many others like you, and some rather festive decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all of you new and old, welcome back to Splendor. Please enjoy the Ball.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((All current and former players of Splendor are welcome in this post. &lt;a href="http://splendorooc.livejournal.com/390255.html" target="_blank"&gt;Please see this post for a couple guidelines&lt;/a&gt; (direct questions there as well), and remember - you are free to bring in characters that were not in the game before, however are from canons of characters that were here before or that had CR in previous games with your characters. If you wish to make a post but your character's LJ is no longer a member of the main comm, drop off a comment in the post linked above as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this post is here for people to mingle in. it is a group, general post for the ball, so don't feel obligated to make a new post for your character. just comment and let other people reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, enjoy yourselves &amp;lt;3 And if you're on aim, join us in &lt;b&gt;splendorchat&lt;/b&gt;!))</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:416756</id>
    <author>
      <name>Alfred F. Jones</name>
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    <lj:poster user="starstripedhero" userid="25485567"/>
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    <title>015 ☆ video  </title>
    <published>2011-10-21T20:02:35Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-21T20:02:35Z</updated>
    <category term="canada"/>
    <category term="america"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;[ Hi, Splendor. Today you get a rather unsure looking America broadcasting from his room as per usual. And also as per usual, there are scattered papers about with all sorts of doodles and notes on them. Unlike per usual, though, he seems to be dressed in a rather nice looking business suit with a bright blue tie. His hair is combed and he would like to think he&amp;#39;s looking nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#39;s just like one of the meetings back home he used to carry the responsibility of handling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today, he&amp;#39;s not going to be ridiculous (okay, well, maybe not AS ridiculous, but.... ) he seems to be getting down to business.&lt;br /&gt;... Or something to that nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting his communicator on a hard surface, he&amp;#39;s sort of addressing you all much like the president would via the television. Hands almost folded by the tips of his fingers touching, he starts off sounding rather serious. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow citizens of Splendor! &lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;Man, I really think we need to change the name here&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We are in the midst of a &lt;i&gt;crisis&lt;/i&gt;. Yea, you heard me right! A lot of people seem to be vanishing lately. I.. I&amp;#39;m not sure who is here anymore. I&amp;#39;m not sure if anybody will be appearing in this city anytime soon, and I&amp;#39;m not sure who will be the next to go. I, well. In case it is me, or in case it is you, I want to wish you a farewell and it has been a major pleasure meeting you... just in case. &lt;i&gt;Just in case!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-With that depressing note aside, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;[ And now we&amp;#39;re standing up from his seat, slamming a fist into his palm. He&amp;#39;s not as formal sounding now, and w o w, he&amp;#39;s loud. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all should stick together! Close, close together! And by that, I&amp;#39;m talking, man, sharing the same dental floss kind of close, sleeping in the same bunk close, using the&lt;b&gt; BUDDY SYSTEM &lt;/b&gt;close. Okay, dude. I have no idea if people are being sent home or experimented on by some alien mastermind, but I do know the buddy system WORKS. THIS WAY WE CAN COME TOGETHER AND FIGHT AGAINST THOSE SICK SON OF A BITCHES AND NUKE THEM IF WE HAVE TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;[ ... ahem. Simmering down. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we ALL should congregate together. Wish for some sort of huge building to all live in.. closely!&lt;br /&gt;Then, and maybe only then, we can find out about this place for those of us who get left behind and strive you survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&amp;#39;t you all fight about wanting to stay close to me at all time. I have another buddy in my system for you ALL, dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, thank you. Get back to me with what you all think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;[ /end feed. ]&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:416029</id>
    <author>
      <name>Российская Федерация</name>
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    <lj:poster user="za_rodina" userid="41043770"/>
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    <title>02. Action.</title>
    <published>2011-10-16T04:18:24Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-16T04:18:24Z</updated>
    <category term="hungary"/>
    <category term="russia"/>
    <category term="taiwan"/>
    <category term="firo prochainezo"/>
    <category term="anastasia nikolaevna romanova"/>
    <category term="oc: rory connor"/>
    <content type="html">[Russia had almost lost track of how long he&amp;#39;d been here in Splendor. Had it really been two months or had time simply messed with him? He wasn&amp;#39;t sure but thinking about it never really turned up concrete answers. Nevertheless, Splendor was rather interesting, and Russia could usually find something going on if he looked around. But for some reason, today he was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows a bored Russia is not a good Russia to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that why if you happened to be out walking you might happen across a Russian guy settled down at a table, music sheets weighted down on the table and a &lt;a href="http://files.meetup.com/255797/ETNO_Balalaika.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;balalaika&lt;/a&gt; in his arms. He&amp;#39;s rather good, but it&amp;#39;s obvious that he&amp;#39;s playing just for fun. Some times he hums a little along side the music, &amp;nbsp;reveling in the feeling of home he gets from the traditional instrument.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he gets to this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTT7zp9TnFE" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and soon is singing along in a rich baritone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Russia&amp;#39;s going to be playing his instrument and singing some songs So what do you do? Join in, tell him to shut up, ask what the heck he&amp;#39;s speaking? The choice is yours&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!]&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:415980</id>
    <author>
      <name>Black★Gold Saw</name>
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    <lj:poster user="pimpsaw" userid="38101288"/>
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    <title>Golden District ; video/action</title>
    <published>2011-10-15T04:14:26Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-15T04:14:26Z</updated>
    <category term="black★gold saw"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;[It was inevitable that Saw would get bored and do something &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; dangerous for her own amusement. And her idea of entertainment is apparently having several &lt;a href="http://i54.tinypic.com/2i6cnyo.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;giant flying glowing skulls&lt;/a&gt; attacking her at once.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[At least this time she had the decency to stage the battle away from the castles in an empty field.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[One of the skulls disintegrates as Saw stabs it through the jaw, but just as quickly, she is smashed&amp;nbsp;into the ground by another. In the midst of it all, she grabs the skull by the eyesocket and is immediately dragged high up into the air as the others circle her. And then&amp;nbsp;Saw decides it&amp;#39;s the perfect time to stick her sword through the nasal cavity of the skull in order to pull out her seal and deliver a warning to the rest of the city.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come to interfere, I will kill you. [&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;not that the Locals would even give her a chance to.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;[The skull shatters as she&amp;nbsp;yanks her sword back out- and she falls.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:415490</id>
    <author>
      <name>Elizaveta Héderváry (Hungary)</name>
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    <lj:poster user="pureheartedperv" userid="18669311"/>
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    <title>2nd Pan - Action/Video</title>
    <published>2011-10-06T04:37:04Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-06T04:37:04Z</updated>
    <category term="hungary"/>
    <category term="tsunetsuki matoi"/>
    <category term="firo prochainezo"/>
    <category term="oc: rory connor"/>
    <content type="html">[&lt;i&gt;So this whole wish thing has of course left Hungary intrigued. Finally, the time had come where she just needed to try it. Her wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;"I want to be someone's knight in shining armor today"&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reasonable wish, given the fairytale-esque scenery of Splendor. Somehow, the city took it literally enough to &lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/XMaPx.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;dress her up&lt;/a&gt; to look the part, though the sword at her hip is merely a sport fencing saber. And so, Hungary meanders about the city near the Wonderland district, looking for damsels in distress for her to rescue.&lt;/i&gt;]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:415441</id>
    <author>
      <name>Shouichi Irie</name>
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    <lj:poster user="shouchan" userid="23080480"/>
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    <title>splendorocity @ 2011-09-29T12:10:00</title>
    <published>2011-09-29T19:10:38Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-29T19:10:57Z</updated>
    <category term="shouichi irie"/>
    <category term="jade curtiss"/>
    <category term="anastasia nikolaevna romanova"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt; [ Shouichi wasn't sure how to feel about being away from his safe bed and in a new weird land. The last memory before he woke up in this peculiar world was at home trying to sleep, calming himself with his headphones and music. At least his still had his music though, the cd player was in the large sweater pocket and the headphones sat on the top of his head, playing soft music to ease himself again, trying to drown his wild thoughts of the place that made him more nervous and anxious.  ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ... unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; [ his voice sounded thick, as if he was thirsty or trying to swallow something heavy. his anxiety perhaps. ]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:415077</id>
    <author>
      <name>Francis Bonnefoy</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="creme_master" userid="32420898"/>
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    <title>02. Passion is in {action}</title>
    <published>2011-09-28T14:05:19Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-28T14:05:19Z</updated>
    <category term="france"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[Splendor, today is a sad, sad day. Why? Francis, the Nation of L&lt;i&gt;ooo&lt;/i&gt;ve, and too French to function, has under no pretense beyond boredom and an ego the size of Texas, decided that today be the day he test the boundaries of Splendor’s wish granting capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does he wish for that makes this such a mournful day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Everyone that comes across his path will fall in &lt;/big&gt; enthusiastic, passionate &lt;big&gt;love with France!~&lt;/big&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…desu sparkles not necessarily included but much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who’s decided to take himself a &lt;i&gt;stroll&lt;/i&gt; through the shops for a bit of mid-afternoon fun. Has there ever been a more perfect day for mischief and adoration? Francis thought not!]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:414853</id>
    <author>
      <name>Kotetsu T. Kaburagi ✪ ＷＩＬＤ　ＴＩＧＥＲ</name>
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    <lj:poster user="toratetsu" userid="37205816"/>
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    <title>02 » voice</title>
    <published>2011-09-27T22:34:22Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-27T22:34:22Z</updated>
    <category term="barnaby brooks jr."/>
    <category term="kaede kaburagi"/>
    <category term="shirley fenette"/>
    <category term="firo prochainezo"/>
    <category term="kotetsu t. kaburagi"/>
    <category term="oc: rory connor"/>
    <content type="html">So---! Uh, hi there! Whoever is listening... I had kind of a question I wanted to ask. Well, actually two questions but they're both related so that makes it one big question? In two parts... half a question and half another question. That makes it one. Right? --ah, but before that, I should probably say thanks to all those people that helped me out with finding my daughter! &lt;small&gt;Gosh, that was a long while ago.&lt;/small&gt; I mean I would have said it sooner but taking care of a kid takes up a lot of time, y'know? I'm not doing it alone but there's only so much Bunny can do. Guy's like a kid himself afterall, heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Wait where was I going with this...&lt;/small&gt; questions! Right! --no, half a question and half another question! Got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone here know if something happens in the next month? Y'know, October. Like, in general? Does anything usually happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other half is, if you could ask for anything, like some kinda gift, what would it be? Forget about that wishing thing we got here, that ruins the answer. ...and I know all that stuff about friendship and love and-- that's not really the answer I'm looking for. I mean it's a good answer, of course! But I wanna try to hear something else. Like, think of when you were a kid and you wanted stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you never wanted stuff as a kid then... wait, huh? &lt;small&gt;Does that ever happen? That sounds pretty sad actually.&lt;/small&gt; Uh, just make something up! Anything!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:414321</id>
    <author>
      <name>Riku ("Ansem")</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="justabignobody" userid="32306792"/>
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    <title>[2nd Night Fallen - Video] Backdated to before the event</title>
    <published>2011-09-21T15:14:53Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-21T15:37:28Z</updated>
    <category term="riku"/>
    <category term="jade curtiss"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[The video feed jumps on, showing a darkened room with cave walls and strange machine like equipment that looks rather destroyed for the most part. It moves to show some pieces of far better working machinery; two strange glass tank like structures, each holding the form of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The low sound of steps echos through the cave as the Seal is moved closer, revealing the two figures to be Sora and Prince Siegfried as the owner of the Seal starts to speak, his voice maybe almost familiar to some.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All worlds begin in Darkness and all so end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart is no different. Darkness sprouts within it, it grows, consumes it. Such is its nature. In the end, every heart returns to the darkness whence it came!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[The feed turns to show indeed Riku - his skin tanned darker, his eyes visible and gleaming in amber madness, a triumphal smirk on his lips.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This boys heart was returned, and soon the Key that will unlock the last barrier of this world, shall be in my hands.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[He laughs as darkness starts to cover him, seemingly swallowing his form, only to release &lt;a href="http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110906202825/kingdomhearts/images/thumb/1/15/Ansem_Render_%28Idle%29_KHI.png/577px-Ansem_Render_%28Idle%29_KHI.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;a very different looking figure&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have long waited for this day, to unlock this worlds heart, to return it and myself to where we were truly meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time... no one shall stop me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[With that he starts to laugh, as the tanks containing Sora and the Prince start glowing in the background; laughing, laughing, laughing until the feed cuts and only darkness remains.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[And final post of the Ansem!plot is go. The take-down log can be found &lt;a href="http://splendorlogs.livejournal.com/52603.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:414101</id>
    <author>
      <name>klavierkavalier</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="klavierkavalier" userid="39812118"/>
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    <title>01: Action</title>
    <published>2011-09-20T01:56:13Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-20T01:56:13Z</updated>
    <category term="hungary"/>
    <category term="clare"/>
    <category term="france"/>
    <category term="austria"/>
    <category term="russia"/>
    <category term="taiwan"/>
    <category term="jade curtiss"/>
    <category term="america"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[Well then. Of all strange places to be spontaneously moved to, this is not the worst. The architecture of the City Hall is quite beautiful, though nothing like Austria has ever seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does pause to turn the seal he found in his pocket over in his hand, but promptly decides that there is nothing much to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far too stubborn to explore his surroundings &lt;strike&gt;it's not at all that he's worried he'll never find his way back if he wanders off no never...&lt;/strike&gt;, Austria is just going to stand outside the City Hall and &lt;strike&gt;demand&lt;/strike&gt; request an explanation from every single person that passes him by. &lt;i&gt;Someone&lt;/i&gt; in this place must have half a brain, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His typical introduction goes something like this:]&lt;/small&gt; Good day, my name is Roderich Edelstein. I believe there has been quite a misunderstanding, and I must insist that I am returned to my home immediately. I have a number of things to attend to, and my people require my presence at all times. I trust you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[The locals are all ignoring him, which only makes his frustration grow. He expects a straightforward, prompt answer that explains this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up, he doesn't have all day. : | ]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:413834</id>
    <author>
      <name>The Locals</name>
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    <lj:poster user="splendorsoul" userid="31183214"/>
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    <title>splendorocity @ 2011-09-16T21:34:00</title>
    <published>2011-09-17T04:34:38Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-17T04:34:38Z</updated>
    <category term="rin okumura"/>
    <category term="russia"/>
    <category term="asahi yuki"/>
    <category term="!npc"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;[ In the middle of town, one of the Locals can be seen putting up a picture on the notice wall: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/EYdu4.jpg" title="Hosted by imgur.com" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;[ It&amp;#39;s the very clear, high quality picture of a tree, with a label in big, bold red letters at the bottom that reads &amp;quot;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NO APPROACH; LEAVING THE CITY HIGHLY RECOMMENDED&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;. If you&amp;#39;re lucky and you hurry, you might be able to catch the news poster before he leaves for more information. ]&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:413563</id>
    <author>
      <name>mystic_heresy</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="mystic_heresy" userid="36751124"/>
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    <title>{003 Glasses Pushes}//{Video}</title>
    <published>2011-09-16T22:30:02Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-16T22:30:02Z</updated>
    <category term="jade curtiss"/>
    <category term="hana adachi"/>
    <category term="ace"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[The video seeming to be looking around for a moment. The area around the owner of the video is decidedly vacant save for a few locals here and there. It's sunny and bright and sandy; most likely the Bungalows.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I've misplaced a few people, and there's talk of disappearances. I suppose I'm confused~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[The video jerks a bit and lands on Jade's face, looking somewhat quizzical and almost exasperated. Peony was here recently, and now he's gone. As was Luke and a few others Jade actually &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind him, the Bungalows apartments could be seen and he seems to be on the beach. ]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:413217</id>
    <author>
      <name>Firo Prochainezo</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="immamartillo" userid="33731932"/>
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    <title>5 [Action]</title>
    <published>2011-09-14T20:56:47Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-14T20:56:47Z</updated>
    <category term="leoben conoy"/>
    <category term="taiwan"/>
    <category term="firo prochainezo"/>
    <category term="oc: rory connor"/>
    <category term="xerxes break"/>
    <content type="html">[ He should know by now the costs of making idle wishes, but Firo just wasn&amp;#39;t paying enough attention. Splendor caught on to his mumbled wish for something from home and decided to grant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the form of every single domino Isaac and Miria bought neatly lined up from the base of the mountain right to Splendor City Hall in the Metropolis District.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firo can be found following the trail of dominoes, loking rather perplexed, mumbling to himself. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this from that wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ A sigh ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it&amp;#39;d be somethin&amp;#39; like this.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:413137</id>
    <author>
      <name>Trunks</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="saiyajinsoul" userid="17077744"/>
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    <title>08. [ACTION/VOICE]</title>
    <published>2011-09-13T20:14:18Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-13T20:26:17Z</updated>
    <category term="makoto konno"/>
    <category term="taiwan"/>
    <category term="trunks"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;All around Splendor, &lt;b&gt;ACTION&lt;/b&gt;, morning to afternoon. &lt;b&gt;OPEN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[These last few weeks have gone by so quickly. Juggling the aftermath of Alex's vicious attacks, the disappearance of most of his co-workers and some serious technical problems with the time machine had consumed most of Trunks' time and attention. He'd managed to deal with the last one, but had regrettably failed to make progress on the other two. Before he'd even noticed, he'd already lost a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Trunks is definitely out and about today. Armed with a book and a camera, he's currently going around Splendor like a tourist making the most of a short but unbelievably scenic stopover. He's walking at a pace short of jogging, stopping here and there for pictures (of &lt;i&gt;anythingeveryoneeverything&lt;/i&gt;), pockets the pictures as soon as they develop, mumbles to (&lt;i&gt;the book&lt;/i&gt;) himself now and then, trails a photo or two behind him as he speeds up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not really avoiding anyone apart from not barreling into them (he might've even flashed his camera at you without noticing), but the long ponytail, the light scar down one cheek and the tight look on his face don't exactly invite casual conversation.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the baseball field, afternoon. &lt;b&gt;LOCKED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[To Makoto. VOICE.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid2-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[OOC: Sorry for the late return (of sorts). School work is still hammering me ;__; Downgrading to slowatus at present.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:412840</id>
    <author>
      <name>Belphegor</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="royalbum" userid="40717180"/>
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    <title>ACTION: Murlberry Castle</title>
    <published>2011-09-12T15:17:02Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-12T15:17:02Z</updated>
    <category term="oc: regina"/>
    <category term="black★gold saw"/>
    <category term="jun"/>
    <category term="france"/>
    <category term="ruca milda"/>
    <category term="xerxes break"/>
    <content type="html">[So Belphegor has just arrived at his supposed home, and it doesn't look half bad, but where's the welcome ceremony? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks around, taking in the surroundings. He isn't uncomfortable and is relatively unfazed considering he has no idea how he got here (except that it's a pretty castle) - and would be making himself at home riiight about now, except he's looking for the other residents in the building because he's curious.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeey---- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[His voice echoes! This is automatically an excellent castle. He giggles--]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ushishishi~~ it echoed again. Is anyone there? The prince has just arrived and is feeling awfully bored without a welcome party~</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:412624</id>
    <author>
      <name>Gilbert Nightray</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="starkravening" userid="27559001"/>
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    <title>02.-[Action.]</title>
    <published>2011-09-11T20:17:03Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-11T20:17:03Z</updated>
    <category term="gilbert nightray"/>
    <category term="leo"/>
    <category term="hana adachi"/>
    <category term="oc: rory connor"/>
    <category term="elliot nightray"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[So, BELIEVE IT OR NOT,&amp;nbsp; Gilbert isn&amp;#39;t having a great time here in Splen. What with traumatic incidents around every corner, half of his friends gone missing, magical food that he can&amp;#39;t even trust to eat anymore, and to top it all off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz still wasn&amp;#39;t here. A small portion of his comfort lay within the thought that Oz was with the stupid-rabbit, somewhere-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mood significantly soured since his arrival but luckily he&amp;#39;s managed to last this long without barging in somewhere demanding he speak to whoever ran this place. At least not yet. His restraint was loosening, little by little. And today, in particular, it seemed to slip from his grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gil had just wished that if he couldn&amp;#39;t go to Oz, then &lt;i&gt;please let Oz be here, &lt;/i&gt;and after a short pause, waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, due to a recent food scare &lt;strike&gt;thankstothatidiotBreak&lt;/strike&gt; Gilbert has been kind of iffy about eating any of the local produce nearby, rather, ANY of the food available. So he&amp;#39;s been pretty hungry...and he may or may not have been unconsciously waiting for something to eat. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this place just so happened to actually &lt;i&gt;grant &lt;/i&gt;his wish. Because before Gilbert realized what he had done-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was staring down at a little &lt;a href="http://www.cosplayisland.co.uk/files/costumes/2826/43862/chara01_oz.gif" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Oz-shaped&lt;/a&gt; cookie. Like a ginger-bread Oz, with frosting and little gum-drop buttons. And before he could cave into his absolute frustration and horror-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one fell down. And another. &lt;i&gt;And another. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ANOTHER. Needless to say Gilbert was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pummeled by several &lt;i&gt;hundred&lt;/i&gt; smiling Oz cookies. Once they had stopped raining down on him, the kneeling, shaking, frustrated raven only had one thing to say:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;W-WHAT THE HELL KIND OF WISH IS THIS?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[[FEEL FREE TO MUNCH ON AN OZ COOKIE. there&amp;#39;s plenty to go around!!]]&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:412383</id>
    <author>
      <name>Prince Siegfried</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="swordofswans" userid="40465252"/>
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    <title>4th Swan's Flight // Action</title>
    <published>2011-09-08T01:44:36Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-08T01:44:36Z</updated>
    <category term="hungary"/>
    <category term="black★gold saw"/>
    <category term="prince siegfried"/>
    <category term="ahiru"/>
    <category term="asahi yuki"/>
    <category term="taiwan"/>
    <category term="duke"/>
    <category term="matrim cauthon"/>
    <content type="html">The Prince prowls the streets, a soft smile gracing his lips. Though, if one was to stop and truly take him in, the slight twist of his features might be taken in a more sinister light. Or perhaps in the lack of any light, with the absence of the pale glow that often seems to shine around his features replaced by a shadowy tinge. His lithe steps are soundless on the stone, but that only serves to worsen the chains of stillness that bind all in his wake into silence. His poise is prideful, the disdainful restraint of his movements boasting of a right to claim the open sky on black wings if he so chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he will have everything. Yes, he has no one anymore, and so nothing to hold him back from claiming all the loving hearts of this city for himself. He might even rule here; there was no need to venture anywhere else. After all, what does he have to fear from this place, as long as he is free from the burdens that threatened his heart? He is &lt;i&gt;complete&lt;/i&gt; now, at last strong enough to stand outside of a story as that cygnet could not have done, and he can do anything he wants to stop the faint sting in his heart from growing worse. Such wonderful &lt;i&gt;freedom&lt;/i&gt;... He has fought so hard for it, and all it took grasp it was that little push. His smile widens, and his bloodstain eyes catch the fleeting light to reveal their clear certainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those who have come to know him will question who he is for a moment, as the sight of him sets a shiver along the veins. But for some, his corrupted elegance offers something tempting, the costly protection of a darkness fouler than any natural night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;(OOC: He&amp;#39;s pretty much just hovering around anywhere, as many places as possible but primarily Wonderland and the Golden District, so come stumble across him! Links to details can be found in &lt;a href="http://splendorooc.livejournal.com/382786.html" target="_blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/sub&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:412105</id>
    <author>
      <name>Barnaby Brooks, Jr.</name>
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    <lj:poster user="luckyfooted" userid="37920322"/>
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    <title>01 ♦ [action]</title>
    <published>2011-09-07T01:20:59Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-07T01:20:59Z</updated>
    <category term="barnaby brooks jr."/>
    <category term="kaede kaburagi"/>
    <category term="oc: edel"/>
    <category term="kotetsu t. kaburagi"/>
    <content type="html">[&lt;i&gt;Barnaby's a mixture of many emotions. Torn and confused and upset, it's all summarized itself into a deep scowl etched on his face and movements fighting the urge to rush by being strained and controlled. He's trying his best to keep calm, but he is definitely &lt;/i&gt;not happy&lt;i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After realizing that he can't just leave through the way he came, he's decided to explore the Metropolis district a little. And by 'explore', he means walking into almost every building trying to figure out where he is and how to get out. Sure, his tight-fitting black bodysuit is a bit bothersome, running around this much, but he's ignoring it because he needs to suit up in his gear anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter. He just doesn't need to be here. He's got shit to do! If Jake Martinez brought him here, Barnaby's going to make him pay for it.&lt;/i&gt;]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:411474</id>
    <author>
      <name>Seles Wilder</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="mini_meteor" userid="38778508"/>
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    <title>2ND FALLEN STAR ☆ (VIDEO/ACTION)</title>
    <published>2011-09-05T02:43:07Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-05T02:43:07Z</updated>
    <category term="seles wilder"/>
    <category term="asahi yuki"/>
    <category term="anastasia nikolaevna romanova"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[ VIDEO ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;['Sup, Splendor. Do you recognize this face? It's okay if you don't -- she hasn't really been a social butterfly these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or... uh, ever. But, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of social activity, there's a teenage girl on the seal, giving it a strange look.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question, Splendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She does her best to feign indifference, but her eyebrows knit together just a little ask she asks:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people, sometimes... leave this place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A pause, before she adds:] ... I am, of course, aware that nobody has discovered a way to willingly leave this place. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She shifts uncomfortably. She should have thought more about this.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I am wondering if it's normal for people to suddenly be gone, without a trace. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ ACTION ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The castle has felt so empty lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Well... not that she knew anyone who lived there particularly well. But she'd become used to the sound of movement, however faint. Even back at the abbey, there was always at least a one or two people to keep her company (even if it was only the guards assigned to her that day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The sudden silence, when combined with the apparent disappearance of a certain important person, makes for a restless Seles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[That guy. She hasn't seen him at all since he made that broadcast what feels like forever ago. And she never even said anything to him then... She thought she would have more time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ugh. She needs to do something. Anything. Just sitting around and &lt;i&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt; is enough to make her crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A walk may take her mind off... things, she figures. And what's the point of all this newfound freedom if she doesn't even take advantage of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[So she walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[One can find her wandering around the Golden District, or perhaps just outside the Dark Forest on it's border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She's not going to enter the forest, of course. It looks foreboding. Even if it would provide her the solitude she craves, she's no fool.]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:410920</id>
    <author>
      <name>Kotetsu T. Kaburagi ✪ ＷＩＬＤ　ＴＩＧＥＲ</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="toratetsu" userid="37205816"/>
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    <title>01 » action</title>
    <published>2011-09-04T00:02:28Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-04T00:02:28Z</updated>
    <category term="ryuji suguro"/>
    <category term="rin okumura"/>
    <category term="kaede kaburagi"/>
    <category term="agent washington"/>
    <category term="momotaros"/>
    <category term="kotetsu t. kaburagi"/>
    <category term="russia"/>
    <category term="tsunetsuki matoi"/>
    <category term="taiwan"/>
    <content type="html">[&lt;small&gt;This was apparently not a good time to arrive at some strange foreign land with a daughter that you're not on the best terms with. Kotetsu barely manages to figure out this probably isn't where he and Kaede should be before she tries to get some confusing details cleared up with him. Something about him not being a bad guy but being stupid in letting certain things happen and where's Barnaby? (Wait, why is she even asking about him? No hello? Daddy what's going on I'm scared pick me up and hold me because you're so brave and strong?) None of which clears things up &lt;i&gt;at all&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when talking didn't work, she ran away. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what brings anyone around the Metropolis District the rather sad and pathetic sight of a frantic older man calling out a girl's name.&lt;/small&gt;]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:410419</id>
    <author>
      <name>Анастасия Николаевна Романова</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="tsarchasm" userid="28638599"/>
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    <title>01 ♕ Video</title>
    <published>2011-09-03T00:07:32Z</published>
    <updated>2017-01-12T02:51:21Z</updated>
    <category term="hungary"/>
    <category term="clare"/>
    <category term="shirley fenette"/>
    <category term="firo prochainezo"/>
    <category term="hana adachi"/>
    <category term="russia"/>
    <category term="kobayakawa sena"/>
    <category term="taiwan"/>
    <category term="jade curtiss"/>
    <category term="anastasia nikolaevna romanova"/>
    <content type="html">So do all French gardens have their own cities or is it just this one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I must admit that I am impressed with how realistic it is. In fact, I'm even willing to wager that this crazy-looking device actually works. Unfortunately, as much as I would &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to admire the handiwork a little more, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to take a rain check on this little tour. It would be terribly inconsiderate to invite a lot of people to a party and then not show up; not to mention the papers would probably have a field day if the lost Romanov daughter was found only to get lost &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anyone that is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a creepy, disembodied voice can hear me, d'you think you could lend me a hand?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:splendorocity:410309</id>
    <author>
      <name>Leoben Conoy</name>
    </author>
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    <title>9. [Action; Alpha District]</title>
    <published>2011-09-02T18:36:17Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-02T18:36:17Z</updated>
    <category term="leoben conoy"/>
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    <category term="oc: rory connor"/>
    <content type="html">[So, Leoben is doing marginally better since the mongoose incident, and he&amp;#39;s been doing a lot of thinking as he wanders around Splendor. One of those thoughts has been about how he hasn&amp;#39;t heard the hybrid&amp;#39;s voice in a long time, and that has been his source of guidance for a very long time. Perhaps now he is ready to hear her voice once again, and perhaps start rediscovering his role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he makes a wish.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f3c76747ce59d2280514b3935ab92534202a2029da24817049aedb26c993f9b7/P2WlxyVijxKvg25q_8xVU0Mdsf-ah7h0zFqDU7tQwdjc5AvAgMejH0U0C1Q5HUJ8-UVcmnKMM1MSUFoVnwoy-wsMimWCKOCC-U9CoQIseVzmA-Tbqw:MxKxpk7IzJmgw_jtPNOqFA" style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This car is now on the front lawn of 1115 Brixton Avenue. Leoben is staring at it in confusion. This isn&amp;#39;t what he was looking for.]&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[ooc: &lt;a href="http://en.battlestarwiki.org/wiki/Hybrid" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://en.battlestarwiki.org/wiki/Hybrid&lt;/a&gt; This is what he was wishing for.]&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <author>
      <name>Hana Adachi</name>
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    <title>01 ☆ Intro! ☆ Video</title>
    <published>2011-09-02T03:44:57Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-02T03:44:57Z</updated>
    <category term="kobayakawa sena"/>
    <category term="shinagawa daichi"/>
    <category term="hana adachi"/>
    <category term="elliot nightray"/>
    <content type="html">Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;small&gt;The camera seems to be focused very closely to the face of this high school senior- she clears her throat as she moves the camera back, bringing a hand up as if she were to straighten a pair of glasses.&lt;br /&gt;... Not that she's actually wearing any glasses.&lt;/small&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Hana Adachi, former student council president of Mon Shiro High School.  I'm not really sure about where I am but it doesn't seem like a bad sort of place.  I can see other people on this thing so there must be someone that can see me, right?  I think so!  So, to all of you who can see me, until I get back home I hope that we can all become friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;small&gt;She makes a quick, sincere bow and smiles before the feed clicks off.&lt;/small&gt; ]</content>
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    <author>
      <name>Francis Bonnefoy</name>
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    <title>01 ↝ Arrival  {action}</title>
    <published>2011-09-02T03:00:01Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-02T03:04:47Z</updated>
    <category term="canada"/>
    <category term="france"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[When Francis comes to, he’s in a similar position as he was before arriving to Splendor, seated at a sidewalk café. There’s a large cup of coffee, black with sugar, on the table with him. He’s clutching an erotic novel opened to page 213 which is conveniently &lt;i&gt;his page&lt;/i&gt;. The signs that something is horribly awry simply are not there. Not to any passerby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man on the side of the street is experiencing himself a &lt;i&gt;dilemma&lt;/i&gt; of surprising proportions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place smelled strangely like milk and honey, though he was chalking it up to this being a mere dream. It also failed to resemble the bustling streets of Paris. Or London. New York… It was completely and &lt;i&gt;utterly&lt;/i&gt; foreign to him and that was the worrying aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He supposed that the place seemed nice. A dream come true.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to stop reading mystery novels before I sleep… &lt;small&gt;[Did I say erotic novel? I meant erotic mystery novel—one of Francis’ favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, when he spoke and the shimmer of reality, of plush sheets and a nice dark room didn’t push at his awareness he frowned and dog-eared the novel, putting it on the table. He then proceeded to pinch himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did it again. Harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, still nothing. Around him the sun shined and people milled around, seeming to be quite pleased with their place in this bizarre city. Francis was admittedly even more confused than before and on top of that his arm throbbed smartly from all of his attempts to wake himself up.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What…in the &lt;i&gt;world&lt;/i&gt; is going on?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[He’s looking around him. He is, for better lack of the word, lost. It’s a rather unnerving thing for Francis to experience and he’s getting more anxious in that thick head of his.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <author>
      <name>Duke Pantarei</name>
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    <title>03 - Squirrigle ( very, very late at night) [ Voice/Action ]</title>
    <published>2011-09-02T02:15:16Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-02T02:15:16Z</updated>
    <category term="prince siegfried"/>
    <category term="duke"/>
    <content type="html">[ &lt;small&gt;It's been the season of new-arrivals, and Duke remembered what Yuri had said something about different &lt;i&gt;times&lt;/i&gt; that people could be pulled from. The purple archer had been from before Zaude surfaced, the blonde knights from after, but that wasn't really what Duke was thinking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was thinking about what if someone could be pulled from &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; that. Before he had encountered the Child of the Full Moon and Yuri in Deidon Hold, before he had left humans alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very, very late at night, very, very quietly over the seal...&lt;/small&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... &lt;small&gt;Elucifur?&lt;/small&gt; [ &lt;small&gt;Faintly hopeful, because Duke knows that it would be very, very ... &lt;i&gt;miraculous&lt;/i&gt; for his friend to appear.&lt;/small&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;small&gt;Of course, immediately after, Duke seems to realize how very &lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt; that was of him, as the sounds from his seal are movement, and some sleepy noises from those bunwigle monsters he'd wished up, then the shutting of a door and silence but for crunching snow.&lt;/small&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;(( OOC: for the action, Duke is wandering around, outside, at night, around the Alpine district. If anyone wants to find him, he's not wearing gloves or the gold and black part of his coat.))&lt;/small&gt; &lt;/small&gt;</content>
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