I'm far from ashamed of my body, but  I would rather decide for myself  who gets to admire it in all its glory, and under what circumstances it occurs.  There is something rather amusing about the sudden nudity and flash of a camera though.

Do enjoy the photos while you can, by all means.

River; I apologise if you stumble upon any.


As it seems that I am not the only one posing for nude photography, I've decided to do us all a favour and collect up all the pictures -- at least, the pictures of those I know.  There is only so far my charity extends.

Have no fear, Superior. I shall properly dispose of all Organization nudes.


(OOC: By dispose, he naturally means put then in an album for posterity. And yes, this includes Roxas.  :3)

...I preferred my physical heart within the confines of my ribcage.
I'm far from pleased.

To those of you who feel emasculated by pink and feel the need to whine about it: don't. If it bothers you that much, you're welcome to pay me a visit so that I might cut you down with my pink scythe. Then you can whine about something worthwhile.

...In the end, I did not finish the game, though I'm sure I managed to see the best parts. I did not like where things were heading by the end of the day.

Yesterday was mostly spent working on introducing further species into my lovely rainforest garden, and I intend to finish the task today. Some must be carefully placed; it is not healthy for them if they overeat.

If anyone wishes to contact me, I'd prefer it if you used the gadget, instead of intruding on the fourth floor. I'm rather busy.

Unbelievable...!

Axel just killed Vexen.

Vexen begged like a dog to be spared. On his knees, desperately pleading...  Larxene, you should have been here to see it. I have no doubt you'd have gotten a kick out of it.

What an interesting little game this is.

This new room assignment is proving to be strange, though not necessarily bad.

My hair is growing rapidly. My fringe is now to my shoulders, the rest is half way down my back. It is not much of a concern right now; I have tied it back, out of my face so it is not inconveniencing me. If the growing does not cease, I shall simply resort to cutting off the excess. Luckily my hair never was prone to tangling, despite its thickness.

Issues of vanity aside, I found something of great interest upon my bedside table.

Normally I have little interest in computers. The small console wasn't very important until I saw what was inside it. The hotel kindly left the packaging in my view.

( Here; a picture (courtesy of my gadget) is worth a thousand words. )

Now, take your eyes off of the Keyblade master for a moment. Notice Axel on the far left? And at the bottom, one of us with our hood up.

I decided to turn this... 'gameboy advance' on, and it started with a short movie of Sora and his two companions being lured into Castle Oblivion. By yours truly, I believe. Imagine my surprise!

Then it became... pixelated and deformed, and required me to press certain buttons to move along the conversations and to control Sora.

How does it know of us, and Castle Oblivion? What is its purpose?

Naturally, I have concluded that I must play along and see where this is headed.

To those whom it concerns;


Why do you all persist in meme after meme, about your sex lives?

One is easy to ignore. One per day is just irritating.

Are you trying to bait partners? Why not use conventional methods - they're going to be far more successful.
Or are you trying to compensate for a lack of skill, or just an overall lack? It doesn't work, you know. We hardly care if some quiz proclaims you as a wildcat in bed. I for one am disinclined to believe you, if that is all the proof you can muster.

Really now, why not just go out and have sex? I promise you, the results will be much more accurate.


It detracts from all the interesting journals.



((OOC: Someone is being grouchy today. X3))
 

This hotel is unbelievable. The sheer audacity.


This is ridiculous. Beyond ridiculous!

Why must we sit back and endure such ridicule? As I have come to understand, we are far from powerless, so why do we let this persist?

Half my nights have been sleepless. My patience is wearing incredibly thin.

...

( A note for Larxene; not private )

( A note for River; not private )

...!

It can't be!

Outside.
I'm outside.

I've never seen this place before; It's a city, and it's rather...dank, almost as if it has just been left to fall into ruin. Even the sky is dreary.
The streets are strangely deserted, and the vehicles lining the side of the road I'm on appear to be neglected. A sign on one of the buildings in the near distance proclaims, 'UMBRELLA'...

Dark portals are still failing. I wonder, could this be --


I hear something. Something suspiciously like a gro

There is something I wish to... discuss with you, Vexen.

On the night of the meeting, I witnessed something I'm sure I was never meant to see. You'd be surprised by what a gadget can capture. I shall leave you with a metaphor, in the form of a 'pritty picture'; it seems far more fitting than words and so nicely links together your shameful drunken escapades.




Would you care to talk?



((OOC: HURHUR, I DECLARE STICK-WAR, BITCH-WIFE! <3

I'm sorry for blinding/mentally-scarring everyone (especially you, PQ), ahaha! But Marly is a bastard who loves to mock Vexen. And you know it had to be done. FOR SERIOUS.))

Does this hotel almost constantly wish to deprieve me of sleep?
I will strive to ignore the continuous mindless chatter, but I cannot stand the stench of burning. Thankfully this is not the forth floor.

If you are roomed on the forth floor, leave the flora in the hallway be. I am in the process of remodelling and I will not be pleased if even a single plant is damaged. It is my territory now, and you will not like the consequences if you disrespect it. I hope we are all clear.

...

Note to self: Invest in some earplugs.

I dislike ice. Thoroughly.

Now that nine in the morning has finally rolled around, I shall take up residence on one of the sofas in the lobby and sleep some. I believe it is best to have my wits about me this afternoon.

Please do not disturb me.

For your own safety.

ATTENTION, OCCUPANTS OF FLOOR 7: do not ignore that persistent, damnable, little blue man if he starts blowing on your face when you're trying to sleep, in the hopes that he will go away.

Trust me.

I... have just had a very close call. Worse than the flock of flying turtles that attempted to devour my hair.

If there is anyone else unable to sleep due to... forces out of their control, please humour me, and provide me with some entertainment to see this sleepless night through with.

...

In my boredom, I looked into these... 'memes' people seem to like doing, and I found one that was more to my tastes, simple and open to everyone. May I present to you:

I have a sneaking suspicion that I will not be able to squeeze through any doors today. Or even dress properly, for that matter.

I'm having a little trouble with my back, you see.


I am now under no illusions that the sense of humour those responsible for this hotel possess is anything but twisted.

Yes, a gardener is usually well-acquianted with butterflies. That does not mean I habour any secret wish to become one.

This species, I believe. The antenna are less of a problem than the wings, but are still annoying. At least I have had no cravings for nectar.

I was unpleasantly surprised by my new room assignment on floor 10.

All issues of existence aside - I appear to be transparent in the middle of a blank, unending void, you see - I have been roomed with Vexen.

Vexen.

Perhaps the gravity of the situation is still not clear. We will be locked in together for twelve whole hours with no barriers between us.

Do not let appearances fool you; though transparent, I am still a solid being, able to touch things without passing through them. The same will be true for Vexen. Is the problem clear yet?

I believe it will be a miracle if we both still exist by the time morning comes.

And I had foolishly hoped for sleep tonight.

It has been, more or less, a day since I arrived.

This whole indefinitely trapped business leaves my mind wandering back to the fate of my garden, without my care and attention. What shall become of my hydrangeas, my hibiscus, my lilies? And what if my vines and ivies aren't kept in check? A short absence will not make any difference, but that much is certainly not guaranteed. I do not trust the others not to have run-ins with my flora once they figure out I am not about to suddenly return, past incidents in mind. If you tune out when I happen to say I've been working on a species very similiar in nature to the strangler fig, then it is your own fault  when it has you ensnared and attempts to suffocate you - not the fault of the plant in question.

At least I do not have to worry about any mysterious frosts.

I have come to understand there is a rainforest themed floor with actual flora; maybe this shall fulfil my green-fingered needs. I'm sure I could add to the diversity of plants with my considerable experience.

...In fact, I believe I shall take a look later on today.


On a related note, I do not see the supposed charm of cutting down a tree just to hang tacky decorations upon it and display it as if it should inspire some sort of cheer.

There are worse stories being whispered around, and yet, it must be said.

Floor 7, room 95, suite. The log cabin theme is quaint. The loud plane noises every five minutes are not.

The source of these noises perplexes me. There are floors above here and there were no signs of any flight paths over this Hotel before I entered. I am beginning to suspect that I have been uprooted from stability. It reminds me of-- hn.

What could be powerful enough to block all options of escape, and to toy with us thusly?

The source could be very beneficial to us. I will strive to get to the bottom of this.

How kind of the responsible party to provide us with new technology. It is a shame it does not quell my want to be blisteringly angry.

I am far from fond of my plans being ruined.

The fact I am trapped within this hotel is made minutely better by the knowledge that since communication to the outside world is not only forbidden, but enforced as well, I shall be saved the hassle of having to provide any uncomfortable explanations. The fact it means my garden is left more or less unattended, however, does not sit well with me. 'Heads will roll' is the saying that comes to mind.

Regardless, one must make the most of any given situation; I have decided that I shall just go along with this strange turn of events for now and seize whatever opportunities present themselves as a result.

I cannot find nor create any opportunity just sitting here though, so I shall get myself a map and then start exploring this luxurious prison.

......

If I received an invitation then it is not improbable that the others did too.

I shall keep an eye out.
The coats are surprisingly useful.