001; A Knock at your Journal

[spiceupyour.livejournal.com]

[It's as quiet as it gets at night here in Paradisa, save for a soft yawn that Paprika's journal records as she wakes up; of course this looks nothing at all like any patients room she's ever been to, and even less like her own... But she notices the open journal right off the bat and walks over to it, flipping through curiously]

Hmm... Interesting.

[The journal picks up a pondering noise from her before she experimentally grabs a pencil and opens to a blank page. Slowly, she draws something and then...

there's a knock at the door...coming from anyone else's journal; should they choose to answer, this is what they will see~]

(no subject)

[lessthanstelar.livejournal.com]

[And today it's Subaru leaning out a window and SIGHING WISTFULLY at the sky. He misses going outside, but the whole 'being careful' thing, as well as being responsible for Yuuka again has him indoors for now. His journal lies open beside him on the sill while he carefully dots the page with a pen, slowly making another star map as best he can from the window...]

01; I don't know where I go

[savedthehead.livejournal.com]

[shuffling is heard, then silence, and then, muttered...]

Where is this place?

• 03 •

[probied.livejournal.com]

[Meep meep. Meep meep meep.]

Gizmo, I'm telling you, it's just fine.

[Meep meep.]

Stop worrying so much.

[Meeeeep!]

Come off it, will you? It's—

[bzzzzzzzzzCRACK!]

I...

[Meep.]

Okay, fine. You win this one.

[ooc: McGee arguing with his Tribble while trying to build a computer out of some rough parts the castle gave him.]

Episode 135

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[Peter has been in awe of his daughter since she arrived, carrying her around when she lets him. He has her right now, which would explain the little inky fingerprints all over the journal. since his hands are full, he dictates]

I never expected to love someone so much, but Mary's just.. She's mine. Mine and Adam's.

[a soft little girl voice is whining 'daddeeeee'] Okay, sweetie, I'll let you down.

number sixty!

[commonerstyle.livejournal.com]

[sup travellers. here's a Gino looking fatigued and maybe even ill, but pleased with himself as he has constructed a pile of rocks outside the camp to rival any pile of rocks ever made. ever.

ever.

behold, it even bears a little leaf-flag at the top. it is truly a marvelous masterpiece. ...and Gino has flopped on the ground next to it, half asleep and in a cold sweat.]



[ooc: very open post for the campers. :|]

034; world beyond her dreams.

[i-findthem.livejournal.com]

[makes an emphatic gagging noise] Are babies supposed to smell funny? I think my baby brother needs to be changed and I'm so not doing it! I'm the big sister: not a potential-poopy-diaper changer, thank you very much!

[hums softly. despite her complains on the baby boy's smell, or what have it, she actually likes the rug rat more than she lets on. she has been asking Santa for a baby brother--not a baby sister; she wants to be the only girl, thanks!--for about five thousand years now, but she knows he'll go away when the week ends. that's full of fail, btw. at least she thinks so.

-- she still isn't going to change his diaper, though, no matter how attached she is. because EW. she totally wasn't that gross when she was a baby, hokai]

So, Paradisa, if this isn't how babies are made--supposedly, a Mommy and a Daddy makes them--then why does my Dad and Sylar have a baby here? I've been thinking about it a lot. There's always a library, right? I need to know as much as I can so when my baby brother grows up, I can explain this stuff to him.

Sixth

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

I am still uncertain how I feel about this development. I never meant to be a mother. I've no real aptitude for it, and to find myself one without warning and by a man I've never met is...disconcerting to say the least.

But Titian is...beautiful. I cannot deny that. And yet, I've no doubt the castle will likely take her back, and then what is the point but yet more cruelty?

Dorothea could have taken lessons from this place, I think.

027

[maces.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[hey, trip people. have a Shayera just hangin' out somewhere out in the grass. her journal's beside her, but she's not paying much attention to it.]

the fifth

[exhikki.livejournal.com]

 [Chiba's taken the elevator to the fourteenth floor, looking at doors' nameplates as he passes them. His daughter's being held in a sort of awkward half-carry, balanced against one shoulder. An empty pail is held in his other hand.

He doesn't know it, but it will be some time before he finds the room he's searching for - 919, to be exact.

Feel free to spot two threatening gazes on your floor]

(no subject)

[paradisamods]

[OPEN POST | The Pillar Fields | backdated to Sunday, May 16th; for anyone still on the trip]

[As the party moves forward, a huge structure comes into view. It's an entire field of rectangular grey pillars, numbering in the thousands. The stone pillars range in height from eight inches to well over forty feet, with the smallest around the outside and the largest to the middle, though some parts vary. It isn't mazelike, but rather more like a grid; straight lines, everything evenly placed.

Entering the structure, as the pillars grow in height and block one's view, eventually, the presence of others disappears. If one stands still, one can feel very alone. Because of the sharp corners, it is easy to sneak up on others.

After the constant feeling of the castle urging everyone to come back, the pillars feel welcoming, despite being cool grey and lifeless in appearance. The draw is magnetic, the atmosphere is energetic; this place harbours a distinct feeling of “fun”.

Residents may be compelled to run around and play tag or hide-and-seek in the grid, no matter how mature or stoic they are. If one listens carefully, they can always hear laughter, and all fear seems to leave people when they enter the place. It’s bizarre, and pleasant, and certainly worth a visit.]


[ooc: socialize, guys.

Some pictures for those who want a visual: 123456 ]

the 3rd run

[runforlove.livejournal.com]

........




Does anyone know a good place to buy some clothes?

(no subject)

[torchwoodgenius.livejournal.com]

[Tosh and Yumiko (and Owen, if his mun would like him to be there) are in a park somewhere - she's got a blanket spread out, and Yumiko is running around on unsteady legs, playing with a ball while Tosh reads a book on parenting. Being Tosh, she's got a stack sitting next to her - along with several picture books.]

[Yumiko notices a dog and tugs on Tosh's sleeve to get attention] Inu!

[Tosh smiles at her] Puppy, Yumi. Daddy has to be able to understand you, too.

[headtilt] ...puppynu?

Puppy. Dog.

Dooooog. Puppynu!

☼ 5

[lionise.livejournal.com]

[currently sitting in an armchair by the nursery door reading a book on raising kids; she pauses to glance up at Ryoki for the nth time before glaring and finally speaking]

Why are you still here?

Thirty Fourth Beacon

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

( [York] )

Just when one thinks they've seen everything a physical manifestation of infinite impossibilities can throw at you, it decides to show you that clearly unstable people can actually become near picture perfect parents.

This place makes no fucking sense. At all.

chapter seven--Rory wants her mommy

[but-im-agilmore.livejournal.com]

( [private] )

( [locked from Jess Mariano and filtered away from anyone under the age of 18] )

+18

[imnot_likeyou]

[Slowly, colored doodles are making their way across the page. It's supposed to be a park with flowers and a sun, but it's being drawn by someone with poor coordination and -- well, the sun is purple. On top of the coloring, someone is humming a nonsensical song to herself.

There's also someone else moving around in the room behind her, talking to her over her shoulder, but he doesn't realize she's drawing in the journal, and not the perfectly good paper he had asked the castle for that's sitting next to her]

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

You're all stupid for getting attached to these things. When they disappear or die or go back to wherever the hell they came from, and you're all depressed and miserable, I'm going to laugh.

Babies are disgusting, anyway. You're better just leaving them in a closet somewhere.

sixteenth star

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

[After a day of getting acquainted with her new son... and becoming acclimated to her new informal relationship with Morrolan, Arwen was tired. Not enough to leave, however - and besides, she was not going to spend a night away from her son, whatever the circumstances he appeared under. She was also not the only one who was sleepy.]

Ah, Morrolan, look: Adron is nearly asleep.

(no subject)

[true-superboy.livejournal.com]

( Private )

twenty-sixth

[themoonspirit.livejournal.com]

[Yue has been fortunate enough to land herself a good husband and a well-behaved child. With her spirits high, she has set up a little picnic on the grass outside the castle, beneath the shade of a tree. It's really a picturesque sight. She told Amiboshi to meet her here, hoping he likes her little surprise.

She reaches over and moves a bit of hair from her son's face as he looks up at her. He's hungry!]

Well, I don't see the harm in you starting without us. [And she slips him a little sandwich, which he happily devours!]

024

[lilblackdevil.livejournal.com]

[Hartmann is far too lazy for admin work, but organization comes in handy when you're moving as a huge group. Can't be sure when a buffalo might steal one of your traveling companions away, after all. The following list is written in messy penmanship]

Aang
Alfred (America)
Allen Walker
Anthony J. Crowley
Arwen
Cloud Strife
Colette Brunel
Conrad Weller
Delysia LaFosse
Django
Fran
Galatea
Gino
Hallin Travers
Ino
Jack O'Neill
Jacob
John Stewart
Jun
Kara In-Ze
Kratos Aurion
Lloyd Irving
Luke fon Fabre
Matthew Williams (Canada)
Meta Knight
Minato Namikaze
Miranda Lotto
Naruto
Pit
Raine Sage
Ravi
Rinali
Sam Uley
Sasuke
Shayera Hol
Shibuya Yuuri
Shikamaru Nara
Souji Seta
Spanner
Tear Grants
Teresa
Vergil
Yoko
Yosuke Hanamura
Yuan
Zuko

Who's still around, and who has gone back to the castle?

[ooc: list will be updated as responses come in, including striking off of people she doesn't know.]

SOS ☰ V

[dragalong.livejournal.com]

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! [pulling and squishing, pulling and squishing]

Wait a minute, Shizu...

What's wrong, Daddy? [squeeze, squeeze]

I don't think it'll last much longer if you keep handling it like that.

[giggle] Liar, liar, pants on fire!

[Someone's little red-eyed, brown-haired child has found Kyon's Tribble and is having loads of fun.

. . .

Poor thing.

Feel free to notice the two in the lobby of the castle.]

(no subject)

[drives.livejournal.com]

[Akira and Naoto are outside enjoying the nice weather. Naoto's stumbling around picking flowers and Akira's watching her while he thinks about...well, everything.

Come bug the two? Just don't try to steal the kidlet.]

Bombs Away- #42

[pyrotechnicalty.livejournal.com]

( Private to Shinigami/Ryoka/SS residents/Deadpool )

» 07

[flashcries.livejournal.com]

[sup Urahara, this is Soi Fong flashstepping to wherever you are, grasping their wibbling child by the collar.]

Urahara.

[indicates baby, who looks like she's about to cry]

She does not need changing. She is not hungry. She does not want to play with any toys.

[steps closer]

She wants affection.

[plops the kid on Urahara's chest]

Give it to her.

[ooc; we can assume the journal flapped open while she was flashstepping, so you can hear that if you care to]

First Officer's log: 002

[spocktacular.livejournal.com]

((Strike outs omitted))

Despite the peculiarity of this situation, and this whole place, really, I do believe that I am somewhat settling into it. Jim is here, as is Dr.McCoy and Nyota Lieutenant Uhura, and they all remember me, as I remember that. I have yet to figure out what the castle has taken away from me, even though that does sound highly illogical. How does a castle take something away from you?

[A picture appears, seemingly to be the start of a smiley face, but the culprit isn't allowed to continue, which leads to whining being heard]

The appearance of Amanda has been quite baffling, as well as surprising. It is fascinating to watch her though, as she shows both traits of my own, as well as some that Jim has, which has blended into a mix that I am not sure whether is a blessing or a curse. She seems to have gotten Jim's sense that there is no such thing as a 'no-win' situation, which basically means that she is stubborn as a mule as one could say. Jim seems thoroughly amused by this fact though, especially when the subject of bath time arose.

Other than characteristic features of mine, she has quite a good grasp of logic, at least as much as a two year old, 3/4 Vulcan can have. She has the brains to become a top scholar too it seems, even if the attention span is currently lacking.

Hungee! [The toddlers voice followed by soft whining]

What do you want?

Cheese!

Alright. I will have to get back to this later.

If anyone has the opportunity to meet me in the kitchen, it would be appreciated. I have not operated the type of machinery that is in it before.

((The majority is written, except for the bb!talk and all, also open post, so if anyone wants to meet up in the kitchen, awesome!))

oneoneone

[prettycoolgal.livejournal.com]

[a big sigh. steph's head is resting in her hands and she's not aware of her new surroundings yet -- she mutters for a bit, and finally she lifts her head. a stunned silence, and finally she talks aloud, because that's how she rolls]

Um... Wow, did I get knocked out, kidnapped and somehow end up in France? Or did the Batcave get a makeover? Because I swear I wasn't asleep before!

[another pause] Oh my god. Batman? [gets up, padding around for a minute before she looks down and realizes she isn't wearing her robin costume]

...Hey! Who changed me out of my outfit? [opens the closet, then her room door and walks out into the corridor] Come out and face me, you perv! Or I'll find you!

[ooc; feel free to run into a purple-clad girl with a mask somewhere in the halls!]

Entry the Fourteenth: Sesamstraße

[iownthehallows.livejournal.com]

[The sun shines down on two identical wavy blond heads, the father and daughter sit cross legged on the grass. The eighteen year old, tyrannical zealot trying to teach her how to count.]

Eins, zwei, drei...

[A collection of every flavoured beans between them, as he counts them out. The journal flapping open, luckily just missing the childrens rhyme about pureblood supremacy.]

(Open post is open - feel free to bother them, especially if you want some every flavoured beans - just avoid the bogey flavoured ones.)

(no subject)

[crocodilecop.livejournal.com]

[Kaito is sitting inside of his room filling out some paper work with an open can of beer next to him. Gabrielle is sitting on the floor with her toys and suddenly decides to throw one at Kaito. It knocks over his beer and spills it on the page and his pants]

Don’t throw toys, brat!

[And suddenly she starts cry. And since Kaito doesn’t want to listen to a crying baby right now, he picks her up and tries to get her to stop]

Arba'a: The Merry Men Round up

[saracen-djaq.livejournal.com]

[Djaq is sat in the summer sun, at the table that Will had made. His son is sat on the grass, trying to work on the table leg with the wooden saw of his toy carpentry set.

Glancing away from her book, she looks down at the dark haired little boy playing, so much of his father within him.

She smiles taking a strawberry from the plates of food on the table, as she waits for the others to arrive.]