Mar. 6th, 2009

[identity profile] nerdherding.livejournal.com
[So Chuck managed to make it all the way down to the kitchen without noticing the tag on his head that, were Casey here, would probably result in his head getting cut off for the BLINDING PUBLICNESS of it. He's actually chilling with the journal, making some toast before he catches his reflection in the toaster. Upon closer inspection...]

OH NO. OH GOD. OH GOD. OH CRAP. I need a - a - a - a hat. Castle! I need a hat! Do your magic thing! I need -- oh, are you kidding me?!

((ooc: Panic!Chuck is in the kitchen. With an evil nametag. With a castle-provided ridiculous Cat-in-the-hat hat. Hey, he didn't exactly specify, did he? -- I'm going to bed soon, but I wanted to get this up here before today's plot ended, will get tags when I cannnn. ... Also, this would have occured this morning and is TOTES OPEN \o/))
[identity profile] sansmodule.livejournal.com
[now that that silly sticker is off her head, Suu's wandered down to the kitchen to try to get some food... None of the machines in the kitchen look terribly familiar to her, though, so she's settled with wandering from appliance to appliance, pushing buttons and seeing things turn or beep at her. She looks generally lost, so feel to run into her and give her a bit of a hand~?]

:012

Mar. 6th, 2009 11:41 am
[identity profile] silkwords.livejournal.com
[ have a rouge butler in ur lobby area with a violin, fuck yo nametag he's far too cool for that. don't ask why he is out there either, he just is and he's playing this perfectly.

he's the phantomhive's butler bitch, everything he does is perfect. the journal is opened besides him, so enjoy this lovely tune... only without the piano kay ]
[identity profile] commonerstyle.livejournal.com
[abrupt clatter is a go]

Hh-- Haaaah!!

[thud. and that's it :| how cute, Gino getting his first toothache...s]

008 - Hurt

Mar. 6th, 2009 01:48 pm
[identity profile] eternalvaleth.livejournal.com
[Private] )

Smiles, cakes, labels, and now pain. One can only imagine what may yet be in store for us humble residents.
[identity profile] maniacal.livejournal.com
[Have a psychotic Arrancar chasing a ball of yarn through the corridors and down the stairs of the castle.

Where the hell the ball came from to begin with is anyone's guess--it could be that the castle has taken to helping Grimmjow's current loss along.

Either way, the blue-haired badass has never looked happier ... save for maybe the time he was drunk]
[identity profile] hawkseye.livejournal.com
[After a full night of catching Yuuri up with the ins and outs of their relationship, Conrad couldn't remember ever falling asleep in the first place. Sure, he had been bombarded with countless questions the entire visit, but he never seemed to mind answering them to Yuuri's satisfaction.

It seemed that the young king had exhausted himself as well--a fact that Conrad realized only moments after opening his eyes. Yuuri looked peaceful, and had the young man not been currently sharing his bed and using him as a pillow, Conrad might have been content to remain where he was and watch him sleep a bit longer.

As it stood, Conrad couldn't fathom how he had allowed himself to fall asleep in the same bed with Yuuri in the first place. Yuuri was engaged to be married. Hoping to spare the young king any embarrassment, the half-mazoku did his best to try and slip free from the bed without waking the boy]
[identity profile] darkevangel.livejournal.com
[extremely irritated vampire slams open her journal- the following is dictated through clenched teeth]

Dentist. Is anyone here a dentist? Just give me some painkillers. Now.

[extremely irritated and very pained... who ever heard of a vampire with a toothache?]

[identity profile] compete.livejournal.com
[ someone's been baking something since the butt crack of dawn. Chie's back in the kitchen, though she's all by herself this time, emptying some blueberry muffinz from a muffinz pan and onto a plate. She picks one and slowly takes a bite out of it... and she's beaming! ]

All right! Third time's the charm.

[ she quickly writes down 'Take some!' on a piece of journal paper before ripping it out and setting it next to the plate. Chie takes a quick breather and shakes the dizzies out of her head before she sets several of the muffins aside ]



[ ooc: hell yeah, open post! THOSE MUFFINS WILL NOT KILL YOU. they taste like your everyday, fresh-baked muffins. Chie, on the other hand, doesn't look so good... derp, she sorta poisoned herself after taste-testing the last two batches she's made.. feel free to also see muffins piled up in a trashcan nearby ;; also backdated to this morning ]
[identity profile] dyna-m-ite.livejournal.com
You must be used to new blood arriving more often than not, so I decided to do my homework and save you another annoying "where the hell I am?" post. Let's try a different question for a change: who is currently ruling this place?

Call me Mello, by the way.

Dive 23

Mar. 6th, 2009 03:55 pm
[identity profile] lovely-siren.livejournal.com
FILTERED TO GIRLS ONLY

Well....seeing that I wouldn't want panties back after a pervert made off with them (who knows what he does with them!), who wants to go shopping for new underwear in town?

action.

Mar. 6th, 2009 04:19 pm
[identity profile] exanimatus.livejournal.com
[Town Filter;]

[Zelman's just lazing around on the front steps waiting for Risika, entirely glad that there's no longer a terrible, obtrusive sticker on his beautiful, beautiful face. He's also preoccupying himself during the wait by reading something heavy, hardback, and probably written by Charles Dickens.]
[identity profile] combatant.livejournal.com
Anyone else notice someone they know acting strange ever since this place went back to normal?

2.0

Mar. 6th, 2009 04:22 pm
encryptedlock: by <lj site="livejournal.com" user="elenen"> @ <lj site="livejournal.com" user="whyarewehere"> (Default)
[personal profile] encryptedlock
[all dictated]
Private )

Wash )
[identity profile] lady-girasol.livejournal.com
[Slightly slurred and muffled]

Iiiii haaaate yoooooouuuuu Cashhhhhhlllle.

[moan]

001

Mar. 6th, 2009 06:30 pm
[identity profile] immybrother.livejournal.com
H-Hassan! [A long pause as he notes that he almost runs into a door that wasn't there minutes ago]

What? What's going on? Hassan! Where'd you go? Murphy's...

[His voice makes it obvious he's in tears, and he realizes something's wrong]

I should have stayed...


[[ooc: is deaf~ all return comments should be assumed were responded to in a very delayed manner.]]
[identity profile] fluffydetective.livejournal.com
Who: Near ([livejournal.com profile] fluffydetective) and Mello ([livejournal.com profile] dyna_m_ite)
What: Upon discovering that Near is from a short time ahead of him, Mello seeks him out to get some answers about his future.
When: March 6
Where: Near's room (room 919)
Rating: PG-13

Near sat in his room, absently curling a lock of hair around his finger. )

Chapter One

Mar. 6th, 2009 06:57 pm
[identity profile] but-im-agilmore.livejournal.com

[footsteps and a door opens. Voice can be heard in the hallway and over the journal]


Ummm...h-hello? M-mom?

...What's going on?

seven bats

Mar. 6th, 2009 07:10 pm
[identity profile] crimsnlightning.livejournal.com
[On the eighteenth floor, fog is slowly creeping out of room 1805 - apparently someone is having a harder time controlling his powers when confronted with mind-numbing toothaches.]

Is there nothing that can be done to eliminate this pain? The usual methods are worthless.

Ugh.

I would even welcome a fight with the brats if it would distract me long enough.
[identity profile] perverse.livejournal.com
[Insert nervous laughter here]

Ahahaha. I'd like to apologize for my behavior over this last week, although it hardly seems enough all things considered. If I did or said anything to offend anyone, just know that I wasn't in my usual frame of mind.

As for the missing panties, I believe I left them in the care of another...


[ Don't believe Ondore's lies. ]

file #9

Mar. 6th, 2009 07:19 pm
[identity profile] g0tlightning.livejournal.com
Guess I wasn't special enough to get one of those nametags.

I wonder what's going to be next?
[identity profile] proudly.livejournal.com
There is some guy killing women and children. Yoko, Nia, Rossiu, make sure you stay in your rooms!

Simon! Are you just going to let him get away with this?! We'll show this guy the strength of a true man's burning spirit! WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK WE ARE?!


[ Lmao, sry Rossiu. D: ]
[identity profile] bluespells.livejournal.com
[He doesn't actually feel any different, is the funny thing. Billy woke up early this morning, and decided to head down to the village for a little cautious exploring.

This will probably last until he encounters anyone who isn't a brain-dead townsperson. It's open season on Billys!
]

[OOC: He's completely lost his ability to disagree, argue, or disobey. Have fun. >.>]
[identity profile] true-superboy.livejournal.com
[The journal falls to the ground and opens up and a woman can be heard screaming]

You- You killed my husband! No! No! Get away from me! Get away!!


[Insert loud bloodcurdling scream here that is quickly silenced. Theres a loud thud as her body hits the ground]

Her daughter got away. There really isn’t any place for her to hide, she’ll be dead soon.


[Notices the journal]

[Picks it up]

I shouldn’t have brought this.


[Closes it]


[ooc:
Blue
is SBP and
red
is the woman. Mod approved. ♥]

✖ 003 ✖

Mar. 6th, 2009 09:17 pm
[identity profile] insurgently.livejournal.com
[ ever since the whole sacrificing people ordeal, Mamimi's been incredibly quiet, only pestering people in a quiet lurking kind of way. ...Like right now, she's in the main lobby, sitting behind a statue with an unlit cigarette in her mouth as she watches people go by ]


[ OOC; Open post! ]

.44 Magnum

Mar. 6th, 2009 09:37 pm
[identity profile] onlyanapple.livejournal.com
So, about the cake?

I hate to say ‘I told you so'...

Wait, that’s not right. I love to say that. HAH!

☠ → oo6

Mar. 6th, 2009 09:57 pm
[identity profile] innocentashell.livejournal.com
[dictated;]

For the ladies of the castle who have had their personal clothes stolen by that pervert, they're in my room where he left them.

I haven't touched them or anything. Just please... come and get them?




It's really awkward having them in here.
[identity profile] shipsnickxmaya.livejournal.com
[a crudely drawn set of teeth with a crudely drawn toothbrush and toothpaste]

dohnt ferget too brussh yoor teeth!
[identity profile] heliotroping.livejournal.com
[a bunch of scribbles and arrows all over the place]

Cut for picture )

Divergent timelines are so... unnecessarily complicated.

[Added in Later]

Lucian; )
[identity profile] protects.livejournal.com
I get that people getting murdered is more or less commonplace around here (where isn't it), but something tells me the people in town don't have the luxury of coming back to life two weeks afterward.

Someone mind clarifying this for me?

9;

Mar. 6th, 2009 11:37 pm
[identity profile] neverwillstop.livejournal.com
[said with a bit of a grin]

I'm rather hungry. Anyone care to join me for a midnight snack?
[identity profile] save-the-souls.livejournal.com
Who: Teresa ([livejournal.com profile] ofthefaintsmile) and Allen Walker ([livejournal.com profile] save_the_souls)
What: Teresa and Allen running into each other in the city
When: Friday night?
Where: The city
Rating: We'll stick with PG-13

It's high noon everywhere you go )

About the Archive

"Paradisa Lost" is the archive of what the journals contained between December 1st, 2006 and January 10th, 2012. On that final day, Paradisa issued new journals, so that the residents could fill them up again. While there are still residents around who have old journals, we have chosen to preserve the old journals here for muns' reference and history.

"Lost" in the title refers to both the old journals that the residents once kept, and also to our move to Dreamwidth from the original Livejournal community, where Paradisa started. It is a fresh start for muns, as well as for the characters.

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