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Apr. 16th, 2010

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Closing Down

Hey folks, Oliver here, with some unfortunate news. We regret to announce that Ghost*Sugar is closing its doors for good. This has been a long time coming, since the game's been on unofficial hiatus for months, and I talked to Rini about it today and decided it's for the best to close it down. Shiru's been gone due to personal issues for a while now, and a little while ago she told us that while she still loved the game and everyone in it, she wanted to drop because she wasn't feeling the RP anymore. Since the game is in a messy state right now, and Shiru was such an integral part of this game, we felt it would be easier to shut it down rather than try to patch up the holes in the game.

We want to let everyone here know that you have all been absolutely wonderful throughout this game, and we adore all of you. You all have come up with such interesting, developed, lovable characters, and the drama and relationships between them is something we treasure. You guys are what have made this game truly great and such an enjoyable experience for everyone -- your efforts, your input, all of your wonderful ideas and energy have made this game one of the best I've ever played in. We hope you'll understand our reasons for doing this and forgive us for taking so long to announce the inevitable. We hope this isn't goodbye; many of us have forged lasting friendships through this game and we sincerely hope they'll continue.

However, we know some of you may still have the itch to play the characters you've been playing here, as many of them have had the chance to develop into such full personalities. Myself and Erika, with help from Rini, are working on creating another game to play our characters from this place, a sort of spiritual successor of Ghost*Sugar, and all of you and your characters would be more than welcome at this new game when it's opened. Some of you guys migrated with us to G*S from an earlier game, so transplanting your characters is no new thing for some of you. This new game would have the same atmosphere and pace of Ghost*Sugar, but we're reluctant to port the entire premise, and if you're interested in another OC-based game to play your characters in, we'd definitely like to know what kind of premise you would be interested in. Feel free to contact myself or Erika via AIM or email or whatever if you'd like to help us out, because we're definitely interested in keeping this wonderful community of players together.

Whatever happens, we wish you only the best luck in your future endeavors, G*Sers. It's been a truly amazing time. All the love, your mods ♥

Oct. 27th, 2009

whups: I didn't mean to...


That Teenage Feeling

Ulf had noticed that he went through cycles of moodiness – or, more specifically, homesickness. At first he’d thought it might have been something to do with the moon, as so many of his other ‘issues’ were, but then he’d had a good couple of months’ respite, so that theory was a bit blown. Now as he felt himself sinking deeper into what constituted melancholy for him, he wondered if he’d ever get used to being here. After more than six months away from home he thought he’d gotten over the worst of it, and that there’d only be the occasional nostalgic pang, but the past couple of weeks had proven him wrong on that count, too.

Well, maybe it was just that his birthday was around the corner. Probably hadn’t helped that his olds hadn’t been able to skip off work for Sports Day – it wasn’t really a big deal, but since basically everybody else’s family had come to visit, he’d taken it a little harder. Big wussy that he was.Collapse )
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Oct. 25th, 2009

This is my FAVORITE dress!


Porcelain and Rags [Closed to Tatsuki]

'Urgh!' Sol thought to herself as she unsuccessfully smoothed out her sheets for the fourth or fifth time. 'I wish I had a maid here! I don't miss home, but I do miss never having to make my bed!' She tugged at the sheets again, and gave up. She would just cover the wrinkles up with her dolls, like she always ended up doing. She started humming softly as she arranged her doll collection, being sure to place Rosa- her favorite rag doll- up on top of the pillows.

'Maybe I could ask Tia Magdalena to put one of her awesome no-wrinkle spells on my sheets, like she did on my dress...' She looked down at the dress she was wearing, and it most certainly was wrinkle free! It made her skin a little tingly from the magic that was infused into the fibers, but Sol didn't mind. It did mean she never ran the risk of burning a hole in her favorite dress while ironing! She really did love this dress, it was soft pink and covered in ruffles and ribbons. It also happened to fit Sol perfectly, and gave the illusion that she MIGHT have boobs. That was always a plus!

Sol stepped back to inspect her handiwork. Every inch of the bed was covered in dolls, as were all the shelves in the room. The only surface that was actually free of them was her homework desk, which had a pile of books and papers with some pens scattered around. Satisfied, she pushed some of the dolls back and then sat down on the edge of her bed, looking out the open door into the dormitory hall beyond. Maybe somebody would drop by...

[ooc: Tia means Aunt in Spanish]

Oct. 13th, 2009

Shocked: Lightning ears!!


[Log] No good deed goes unpunished [Ulf, Nao's badass granddaddy]

There were certain things guaranteed to gnaw at Geirulf Ulvestad’s brain without his permission. One, of course, was whether or not his hair still looked awesome at any given point in time. While he was fairly sure that it always did, there was just this fear that it might not be. This is a fairly typical teenage affliction.

Another was that the girls ogling his butt were doing so because it was getting fat or something and therefore they were actually laughing at him. Ulf was less certain on this one, although he was pretty confident that all the running he did pretty well guaranteed him a backside like granite, no matter how big it was. Most of the time he could ignore this one.


Oct. 12th, 2009


Fine, Maybe I Do Care! ((Closed to Chiaki))

It wasn't fair. Chiaki had been the one to push him away, trying to remove Yadoru from the issue with Chiaki's mother- unfairly so!- and yet, when he heard that Chiaki was feeling poorly, he couldn't help but feel like he should check up on the boy. Especially when he heard disquieting rumors that he was 'bedridden,' which was far more dangerous than anything else. If Chiaki really had collapsed, could it be anything as important as a ghost attack?

After class was over, Yadoru wrote down a duplicate assignment list for Chiaki, putting it in his class bag, then went to the dorms. He knew the path now, since he had been forced to put those ofudas in a protective shield around the room, so he found the way there quite rapidly. Even still... he felt his heart like a lead weight in his chest as he knocked quietly on the door. Chiaki was the first person who knew what Yadoru was, what he could do, and it had ended so badly... what if it was all just a mistake, that Chiaki was just sick and didn't need him after all? Or what if Chiaki felt like Yadoru had failed in his duties as an onmyouji? The boy wasn't sure... and at this point, there was no way of knowing until he got his response. Hopefully, all for the best.

Oct. 9th, 2009



Pass, Set, Hit. [Open]

The Kikuryou gymnasium smelled of wax, and echoed the squeak of volleyball shoes shrilly. Like other members of the volleyball team, Kokoro took her practicing seriously, investing a huge amount of her free time into her sport of choice. That was why she was here this afternoon, dressed in her practice uniform with her hair tied back and her face grim. She'd promised the others that she would clean up if she just got a little extra time, but the team manager stayed with her anyway.

Kokoro knew she'd spent too much time worrying about blood-sucking idiots or the weird occurrences in the school. She had been slipping in practice, and it made her so mad to have let her team down. But that wasn't going to happen today. She was Amamiya Kokoro, after all. Amamiya never surrendered.

Kiku set up the attack on one side of the net cleanly, and Kokoro jumped. The spike was her favorite attack, a nearly guaranteed 'kill' every time she used it. It felt like heaven, those few seconds of pulling away from the Earth's gravity to hang suspended in the air long enough to deliver hell upon her opponents. Off-speed, standing, or hard-driven, Kokoro knew them all, and had learned to keep herself from being a flounder when coming down.

"I think you're getting better, Amamiya," Kiku gasped and wiped the sweat from her brow. "We can use those long arms of yours, and I bet you'll have Osamu's spike score beat by the end of the year."

"You think so?" Kokoro asked uncertainly and pushed her ponytail off her shoulder. "That would be great!" She jumped up and down excitedly, her smile infectious. Kiku nodded.

"Yeah. Hey, listen, I'm glad you're back to normal, Amamiya, we were beginning to worry about you," Kiku spun a volleyball on her fingertip.

"I'm sorry I made you worry, Manager," Kokoro bowed, feeling her ears redden. "I'll clean up, like I said. So, why don't you head home? You've worked hard today." Kiku grinned and tossed the ball into the cart.

"Okay. Just don't stick around too long, I heard there's a ghost in the gym at night," Kiku warned good-naturedly. "See you later, Amamiya."

"Have a good day, Manager." Once Kiku had left, Kokoro picked up another ball and tossed it in the air, bumping it back up when it fell. "One, two, three, four, five, six, se-seven, eight..." Practice made perfect, after all.
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Oct. 8th, 2009

Happy= So warm my heart aches


Sitting, wishing, waiting [Open to any~ ♥]

Summer was almost definitely Sachi's favourite time of year. She did so love spring - it was so exciting, with the brightening weather and blooming flowers and general lifting of spirits - but summer was the culmination of all that. It was what she looked forward to for the rest of the year.

This particular day found her contently lounging outside the school entrance, bag at her side and ankles nonchalantly crossed behind her as she lay on her stomach. In front of her lay one of the new manga she'd borrowed off her classmate Mayu-chan. It was really cliché and terrible trashy.

Sachi loved it already.

She hummed to herself happily, just killing time until she was due to head to her club activities; they were starting a little later than usual today, but she saw no real point in going home where she'd only be pestered by her brothers while doing exactly what she was now. She flipped a page, giggling to herself at the ridiculousness of these characters, and making mental notes for her own terrible romance works. Today was definitely a good day.
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Oct. 5th, 2009


Money, Money, Money. [tag to Tatsuki]

It was a wonderful Thursday. The whole week had gone smoothly, her extra-curricular classes had been amazing, and she'd gotten an enormous smile of renewed self-confidence out of a very timid first-year girl. There was nothing like taking down a boy twice your size to boost one's ego.

Ayumi had taken off her gi's top and was only in a tank top as she went through her own usual hour-long regiment. Her Sunday-Tuesday, Thursday regiment, of course. Her Monday-Wednesday-Saturday one was a little lighter. Her last class had gotten out a little early - the kids had done well, but looked exhausted. And so she was twenty-minutes ahead of schedule and not-quite coated in sweat.

The punching bag she was attacking was a good one. She'd spent a little money upgrading from the sub-standard ones that the school had been using in exchange for a slightly more expensive one. The fact that it lasted for five years instead of a lowly two was enough to get even the stingy Vice-Principal to sign off on it. She loved breaking in things like this.

So it was that she didn't hear the door opening across the gymnasium. It was the frantic waving from Yuuichi and the way that Shin hid behind the stacked mats that made her pause. And had it gotten colder in here? All the windows were open, though...
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Oct. 4th, 2009



Hold Me in Your Hands [Closed to Ulf]

Kokoro felt somewhat bad about how she and Sol had parted, but only somewhat. While the girl regularly did her best to act her nicest with everyone, she had trouble with Sol. Sol, however nice she was, fraternized with the enemy, and Kokoro couldn't forgive her for that. Not after what she'd started to remember. Not after what she knew, besides, the journal entry had annoyed her - sure, paint Kokoro like the wolf, while Sol in sheep's clothing cried about how meeeeeaaaaaaaaaan Kokoro had been. Hmph!

What if Sol was just like Suguru, and was checking up on his handiwork? Or worse, making sure Kokoro wouldn't be a threat to his secret? It was hard to think easy and carefree schoolgirl thoughts when one had to worry about being attacked in the night (or day, it didn't seem like Suguru was that picky). So, after watching three Studio Ghibli movies, a drama she promised Sachi she'd look into, and three bars of Lotte chocolate, Kokoro found herself at Ulf's door.

She was just here for a quick hug, she told herself firmly. She wasn't going to say anything weird and make Ulf be even more suspicious of her recent change in behavior. Kokoro rapped on the door a few times and stood stiffly. "Ulf-kun? Are you in?"
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Sep. 30th, 2009

wind in the hair


Be My Guest [closed to Ulf]

"A-and that's our house," Nao said to Ulf, leading him across the white gravel of the shrine's main compound. As they came around the corner, she gestured with one hand, shy.

The Kasuga's house stood behind the shrine, hidden by a screen of bamboo and camellia bushes. It was a rather plain affair made of dark wood and a heavy blue tiled roof. At the edges of the roof hung rain-chains that had long since tarnished to a pleasant green patina. The building had not been painted since at least the 1970's and there were a few quite obvious areas of disrepair. Tiles had been disturbed on the west corner of the roof and were missing. One window two spaces to the left of the front door was cracked and had been secured with duct tape and holy charms. Not to mention the cracks in the foundation, some earthquake damage, a bee's hive under the eaves, and the wood at the corner of the kitchen was rotting away.

Other than that, it was a regular cozy old-style Japanese country home, except for the fact that this house had holy wards plastered outside every window and door. The family's laundry could be seen hanging on poles beyond the house, and behind that, a vegetable garden and an old-fashioned storehouse. And past that, nothing but trees, all the way up to the hills. It was quite the backyard, to say the least.

Nao tried to hold her head high as they walked through the mossy front garden and approached her home. She knew that it was probably noticeable how little money her family had, but it was still her family.Collapse )
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