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  <title>Typo Chronicles</title>
  <subtitle>Welcome to the game.</subtitle>
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    <name>TypoChronicles</name>
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  <updated>2010-03-22T04:02:36Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:186590</id>
    <author>
      <name>Patchouli Knowledge</name>
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    <title>typochronicles @ 2010-03-21T23:01:00</title>
    <published>2010-03-22T04:02:36Z</published>
    <updated>2010-03-22T04:02:36Z</updated>
    <category term="player: inyourwalls"/>
    <content type="html">[Here, have a Patchy wandering about briefly before just sitting down with a book. Outside.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... it seems to have been very quiet recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-hello? Anyone...? Has anything happened here...?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:185661</id>
    <author>
      <name>Amalia</name>
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    <title>as requested...</title>
    <published>2010-01-30T06:11:26Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-30T06:11:26Z</updated>
    <category term="*event"/>
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    <content type="html">Through some sheer miracle known as Erica, Amalia was able to return all the new people back to their original homes. After she accomplished this, and due to Jin's ongoing vacation, Amalia has been able to get some reading done. Now, anyone who knows Amalia well knows that she enjoys her harlequin romance novels and gets a kick out of people being loveydovey in general. Since Jin is gone at the moment, Amalia has taken this chance to tinker with some codes (like she doesn't do that anyway). With thoughts of blooming, raven-tressed &lt;small&gt;&lt;strike&gt;shutupthisisnowaword&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; Greek gods filling her head, she set to work, giggling all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write in the most flowery prose you can. Yes, this means writing in paragraph form. Yes, this also means that your characters will be spouting purple prose. Yes, horribly-written porn threads are a-okay if you want to do them. Let's make this cliché, people!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:185512</id>
    <author>
      <name>Ada Vessalius</name>
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    <title>HYOURI MADE ME</title>
    <published>2010-01-26T01:50:32Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-26T01:56:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[ Ada's sitting at one of the tables in the cafe, smiling with an air of complete simplicity. She looks a bit eager and excited as she plays with the small white kitten in her lap. ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-so, Elliot, Big Brother, they'll have that kind of tea here, right? The kind that you wanted to teach me about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ ooc: Elliot and Ada had &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/dear_mun/16933153.html?thread=457808417#t457808417" target="_blank"&gt;a small misunderstanding&lt;/a&gt;, Elliot went off on Ada (once again) for her naivety, and Ada, being sweet and innocent Ada, assumed that naivet-tea was something she simply had to try. Conversation is mainly directed at &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="swearto" lj:user="swearto" &gt;&lt;a href="https://swearto.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://swearto.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;swearto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="temperisshort" lj:user="temperisshort" &gt;&lt;a href="https://temperisshort.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://temperisshort.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;temperisshort&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but do feel free to make things more difficult for them! ]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:184080</id>
    <author>
      <name>Kurogane</name>
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    <title>typochronicles @ 2009-12-18T14:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-18T19:15:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-18T19:15:23Z</updated>
    <category term="player: kuro_grump"/>
    <content type="html">-grumbles, kicking dirt around-</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:183838</id>
    <author>
      <name>Sharon Rainsworth</name>
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    <title>Intro~</title>
    <published>2009-12-16T06:46:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-16T06:46:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[The two nice misses had told her this place was called, Erro.  It seemed like an intriguing kind of place, but Sharon had to admit that she was a bit miffed.  It was extremely rude to transport her to this unfamiliar setting while she was having a nice tea party with her dear friend &lt;strike&gt;sister&lt;/strike&gt;, Miss Alice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter, she always had an extra tea set in her possession, in case of a lack-of-tea emergency.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only &lt;strike&gt;Dearest Sister&lt;/strike&gt; Miss Alice would join me, the Darjeeling would taste divine.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:183155</id>
    <author>
      <name>Patchouli Knowledge</name>
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    <title>typochronicles @ 2009-12-04T17:45:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-04T23:46:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-04T23:46:32Z</updated>
    <category term="player: inyourwalls"/>
    <content type="html">[See Patchy. She is seated outside. Most of you know her. A lot of you quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is currently sketching fervently in a black journal.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just isn't working out as well as I'd hoped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Approach?]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:182953</id>
    <author>
      <name>Sharon Rainsworth</name>
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    <lj:poster user="queencomplex" userid="24090453"/>
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    <title>because i promised kuri i'd bring her back~</title>
    <published>2009-12-04T12:59:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-04T15:14:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[ you guys, this is your old Sharon okay. New account is new. &lt;s&gt;also, inb4 fail :|&lt;/s&gt; ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, where could Miss Alice and the others have gone now?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:182646</id>
    <author>
      <name>Aziraphale</name>
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    <lj:poster user="gayestangel" userid="24109395"/>
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    <title>typochronicles @ 2009-12-01T14:37:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-01T19:37:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-01T19:37:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[Aziraphale is standing outside the hotel wearing a &lt;a href="http://www.robertomanzoni.it/pics/imgBig/berretto_scozzese_tartan.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;really awful tartan hat&lt;/a&gt; and looking rather dazed.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Well. I think I can safely say that this is not good. Not good at all.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:182213</id>
    <author>
      <name>Ada Vessalius</name>
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    <lj:poster user="tenyearsbustier" userid="24145026"/>
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    <title>intro~?!</title>
    <published>2009-11-28T03:08:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-28T19:25:48Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">A-Ah! Snowdrop, don't just run off--! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-Wait, where are you going? I'm supposed to go meet oniichan, and--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Ada comes to a stop, realizing that she now has NO idea where she is. Latowidge was never &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; large a school, was it? ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... S-Snow? Oniichan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;small&gt;Oz and Elliot had better be nice to her after doubleteaming her into this. :'[&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:181899</id>
    <author>
      <name>Beato</name>
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    <lj:poster user="justbeatoplz" userid="24134839"/>
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    <title>~*~MAGICAL~*~ intro</title>
    <published>2009-11-27T07:00:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-27T07:00:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[Looking around, very confused and very frustrated. Tries to telaport via ~*~magical~*~ butterflies, but fails.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Alright, what did Ronove put in those damn cookies this time?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:181723</id>
    <author>
      <name>Luke Fon Fabre</name>
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    <lj:poster user="crimsonflamer" userid="24124833"/>
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    <title>intro~</title>
    <published>2009-11-26T12:55:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-26T12:55:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;[Have a Luke gazing at his surroundings, confused.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't seem to be anywhere in Auldrant and I have to get back to everyone as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tries to find a way back without knowing that it is of no use.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ooc: Note that this Luke had a spiffy haircut and is short-haired. :D]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:181466</id>
    <author>
      <name>Alice [ B. Rabbit ]</name>
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    <lj:poster user="blacknredrabbit" userid="22451621"/>
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    <title>[Intro] I guess...</title>
    <published>2009-11-24T07:39:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-24T07:40:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;[She stared blankly around to examine her surroundings. Where the hell was this place? How annoying.....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tch....Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;[Well better off looking for her man-servant now than sit there looking like an idiot. He better not be hard to find...or else she may throw a fit after.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:181196</id>
    <author>
      <name>Seth Nightlord || Empress Augusta Vradica</name>
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    <lj:poster user="alessergoddess" userid="23331697"/>
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    <title>intro</title>
    <published>2009-11-24T06:40:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-24T06:40:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[&lt;em&gt;Okay.&lt;/em&gt; This was not the Empire at all. So Seth just happens to be wondering around a bit clueless as to where she's ended up.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Now where on earth am I~?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:180687</id>
    <author>
      <name>Nadeshiko (Nagihiko) Fujisaki</name>
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    <lj:poster user="guessthesex" userid="21264563"/>
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    <title>room #8</title>
    <published>2009-11-19T22:59:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-19T23:00:03Z</updated>
    <category term="*event"/>
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    <category term="*hotel"/>
    <category term="player: notanassch"/>
    <category term="player: somecurtissy"/>
    <content type="html">[&lt;strike&gt;Nadeshiko &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Nagihiko&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Nadeshiko&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Nag&lt;/strike&gt;- THIS DUDE DRESSED AS A GIRL FOR TRAINING, takes a look around the room he's in. The one bed and the kitchen catch his eye.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke-san, Curtiss-san, if you're hungry, I'll gladly prepare something for you!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:180415</id>
    <author>
      <name>石田雨竜　//  Ishida Ametatsu</name>
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    <lj:poster user="archer_chan" userid="23031074"/>
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    <title>Intro... Oh, hell.</title>
    <published>2009-11-19T01:19:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-19T01:19:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[Hello, Erro, prepare to have every piece of clothing you own secretly emblazoned with a Quincy cross... Once Ametatsu figures out where exactly she's landed this time.  For now, though, she'll be walking down the streets with a definite air of caution, ready to call up her bow should this city prove to be as uninhabitable home as some of the previous places she's been.  &lt;strike&gt;If one plans to take notice of her, they might have to do some careful looking, considering she's a solid few inches shorter than Ed.&lt;/strike&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...What is it this time, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[OOC: UHM.  HI.  So, for those of you who know Bleach, yes, she's still a prude.  Any and all who can provide some humour for Quincy-chan are welcome~  Oh, and because this is not the place for angst, I'm bringing her with memories of some other current/previous homes, such as BDR, TLH, etc.]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:180094</id>
    <author>
      <name>Edward Elric</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="shutupimtall" userid="18805316"/>
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    <title>Room #I forgot - Sunako, Ed, and the new Alice</title>
    <published>2009-11-17T22:07:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-17T22:07:05Z</updated>
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    <category term="player: shutupimtall"/>
    <content type="html">[I believe this icon about sums it up.]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:179763</id>
    <author>
      <name>Zabel Zardrock</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="undeadrawkstar" userid="12400631"/>
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    <title>First post - Plz tell me if I'm screwing up already.</title>
    <published>2009-11-17T22:01:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-17T22:01:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*Hello fabulous citizens of Erro, Have a certain australian undead rockin' zombie dude comin' your way. He's currently wearing a black trenchcoat and carrying a huge guitar on his back and looking just a little lost. Not that he's bothered about getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's actually more bothered with whether or not there's somewhere to throw a proper Rock concert around here somewhere.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The fuck is this?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:179634</id>
    <author>
      <name>Gilberta Nightray</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="nightrack" userid="23432983"/>
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    <title>Room #IDK.  also, I post too much.</title>
    <published>2009-11-17T11:45:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-17T11:45:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[Gilberta is sitting at the edge of the bed in her room, half-reading a random book she pulled off the shelf and half-wondering HOW MUCH LONGER SHE IS GOING TO BE STUCK IN HERE AND IS OZ OKAY &lt;del&gt;AND WHO THE HELL IS THIS GAREKI PERSON&lt;/del&gt; and if there's a phone and - just worrying, really.  (Is there a phone, by the way?)]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:179282</id>
    <author>
      <name>Dug</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="cheerful_canine" userid="24033482"/>
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    <title>typochronicles @ 2009-11-17T05:30:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-17T10:30:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-17T10:30:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[Hello, residents of Erro.  You might notice a dog sniffing around your feet.  Enthusiastically.  And &lt;i&gt;grinning.&lt;/i&gt;  Please be nice to him - though even if you're not, he'll probably still love you anyway.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[[OOC: re-watching this movie and GUH SO CUTE SO CUTE SO CUTE *A*  I had to pick him up.  Also, tag?]]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:179076</id>
    <author>
      <name>Envy</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="shape_shifting" userid="18151363"/>
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    <title>Room #1</title>
    <published>2009-11-17T09:08:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-17T09:08:53Z</updated>
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    <category term="player: sadistictrap"/>
    <content type="html">[It's pretty sad that he's stuck bouncing a rubber ball (found in the minibar, for some odd reason) against the wall, but he's already spent half an hour trying to break the door down, smash his way through a window, &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; - no luck.  Yeah, not looking like a particularly good day, all in all.&lt;br /&gt;Not that days in Erro ever are.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's she doing renovations for anyway?  Not like it's going to make this fucking place any better.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:178802</id>
    <author>
      <name>Gilbert Nightray</name>
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    <title>Room #7</title>
    <published>2009-11-17T03:04:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-17T03:04:17Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">[Gil is laying on the bed with his head jammed under a pillow.  That's the second time in ten minutes the alarm clock's started on "Smell Yo' Dick"... he's going to go absolutely stark raving mad, he knows it.]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:178678</id>
    <author>
      <name>Patchouli Knowledge</name>
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    <lj:poster user="inyourwalls" userid="15518558"/>
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    <title>Rm. #10</title>
    <published>2009-11-17T02:57:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-17T19:02:58Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">[Patchouli is sleeping peacefully on the bed, having rested Ciel and Sharon against her chest. Everything seems to be okay. Then. Suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm clock emits the most obnoxious song ever!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrrrr... [She wakes up.] Oh, for the love of... [She picks up the alarm clock and hurls it at the wall! So, the alarm clock goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;SMAAAAAAAAAASH!&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm clock is damaged to at least some extent where it stops making so much noise.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to sleep, it's early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc: ffffffffffff no that was notan Earthbound reference, what are you talking about!]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:178212</id>
    <author>
      <name>elliot nightray</name>
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    <lj:poster user="temperisshort" userid="23497134"/>
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    <title>room # 9</title>
    <published>2009-11-16T22:13:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-18T00:36:40Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">[ &lt;small&gt;i hope it's fine that i'm making our post nii-san~&lt;/small&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decent place to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;small&gt;He's going to be checking the bedroom now and is completely unaware of the fact that he's sharing this room with someone else.&lt;/small&gt; ]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:177841</id>
    <author>
      <name>Regene Regetta</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="vedachessmaster" userid="22107777"/>
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    <title>typochronicles @ 2009-11-17T00:28:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-16T18:58:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-16T18:58:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">[Regene flops down on the couch bouncing on it a bit, while taking in and assessing his new surroundings.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like they shifted us into a bigger room. Isn't that great Tie-- [Notices the bookshelf. Stocked with books. The genre of books Regene loves reading. BRB going into YAY!Books mode, and acting like a five year old with a mega sweeth-tooth being given a room made of candy. Please check back later.]</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:typochronicles:177236</id>
    <author>
      <name>Jin</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="passed5thgrade" userid="16910106"/>
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    <title>[here we go]</title>
    <published>2009-11-16T17:34:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-16T20:31:21Z</updated>
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    <category term="*hotel"/>
    <content type="html">[[ooc: &lt;div style="display:inline;font-size:18pt"&gt;IF &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/typo_ooc/142825.html#cutid1" target="_blank"&gt;YOUR ROOM IS FULL&lt;/a&gt;, GO AHEAD AND MAKE A POST FOR IT!&lt;/div&gt; if not, then continue to do room sign-ups]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[You may now notice that you're in a hotel room with one or two other people. Jin's voice can be heard through intercom]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal. I need some entertainment, so I have to make some preparations. I've put you all in rooms and fixed up the doors so that you can't get out before I'm done. &lt;small&gt;I don't need you brats ruining anything; that's Amalia's job.&lt;/small&gt; Anyway, try not to kill each other yet. &lt;small&gt;Don't strain yourselves, though.&lt;/small&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Things that are in each hotel room (because Jin hates you all and there are secret cameras in each room so she can sit back, watch, and laugh while doing her renovations):&lt;br /&gt;✜ONE king-sized bed &lt;strike&gt;piranha's idea&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✜one couch (this may be your saving grace &lt;strike&gt;along with the floor&lt;/strike&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;✜a fully-stocked kitchen&lt;br /&gt;✜standard bathroom with a large shower and hairdryer on the counter&lt;br /&gt;✜one dresser with one drawer for each person. There are clothes in there already &lt;small&gt;(Jin didn't care enough to see if people got the correct clothing, so feel free to just have whatever outfits you want in there)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✜an alarm clock that plays an obnoxious and/or dirty song every so often &lt;strike&gt;piranha's idea&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✜bookshelf with several books on it&lt;br /&gt;✜minibar&lt;br /&gt;✜complimentary ashtrays, shampoos, notepads, misc. crap like that]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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