22: more contemplations

[xy-venus.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: sorry for the Zora spam lately!]

[it's late, and someone can't sleep. A song is playing quietly in the background, and a few pen taps are recorded... then she writes the following.]

[filter: Lorne]
You're the one with the Karaoke bar, right?
Because... I found a song. And I kind of want to sing it.
But I don't know where the bar is or what the hours are or anything.
[/filter]

[then she sighs, and quietly dictates the following. After all, it's late.]
Anybody else feeling really introspective lately?

thirty-fourth

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

[a haughty laugh; dictated]

Muggles, Muggles, Muggles; everywhere I turn, everywhere I look. Can't get their disgusting stench off the air, can't get their mulish faces out of my sight. Really Paradisa; I'll admit that you've got some style, but you're sorely lacking in taste.

Are you all happy with your quaint little wishes? Not a surprise that they backfired on most of you. Magic was meant for Wizard-kind; it should stay that say. [almost snarled]

[he's lounging in the lobby, doing idle spells, lookin' arrogant, FEEL FREE TO COME ACROSS HIM]

[ooc; BACKDATED TO THIS AFTERNOON. Albus wished that Gellert never became what he became. It backfired, and he is now an arrogant, Muggle-hating, wizards-should-rule-the-earth, snooty, dickhead for the day, wry ;;]

Superdickery

[scarletspeedsta.livejournal.com]

[Now here is Wally, in the kitchen, pacing back and forth and trying to control himself. Kyle did something to him that's making him hate everyone, and want to kick everyone's ass. Especially girls. He's muttering to himself something about how Paradisa is a castle full of morons and the next person he sees he'll either scream at or punch.

...

He pulls his hair.]

OhmyGodIneedtostopbeingsuchanasshole.

[ooc: Open post! If you dare +_+]

004

[imaginates.livejournal.com]

( private )

( Clark Kent )

( Lois Lane )

018. shit fucking blows up

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

[near the Castle kitchen, afternoon following the end of the Star Festival]

[So, yeah. The Castle has decided to dick with her not once, but twice in one week. She was listening to her journal this morning, and heard people talking about hallucinating--and she can put two and two together. As embarrassing as it would be, she almost hopes she was talking to thin air. The mortifying alternative of her fawning like a lovesick idiot over an actual resident of the Castle is too horrible to bear thinking about]

[So yes, grumpy Peri is grumpy. A live wire, literally. She's currently stomping down to the kitchen to nab some ice cream, figure be damned. The mood she's in, she's going to eat the whole fucking tub. She hopes there's still some of her favorite caramel flavor left, and if there's not, she's going to fry the freezer into molten slag]

((residents of the castle beware: this is the Sylar's-powers loss grand finale where Peri finally loses her shit. Yuuho, Ted and Deadpool, you guys know what to do! It's already been decided who the major players will be, but since this is in a public area, ANYONE feel free to react or get caught by a stray bolt of electricity. Therefore open post is semi-open. Thought I'd go ahead and post this so I can try and tag some at work, and get down to the bulk of it when I get home. XD ))

❦ eighteenth

[afonist.livejournal.com]

( Private )

The festival was enjoyable the other night. I must admit I had fun with a few of the games that were there.

... Oh, has anyone been missing their dog? I have been taking care of one and on his collar it says his name is Ratchet. I'm afraid his owner might have left the castle but I'm not entirely certain of this.

004

[keptgrounded.livejournal.com]

( Agent York; )

( Clark; )

rorshak's jernal. juli 9.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

C GUYZ DIS IS Y U DUN MAEK STOOPID WISHUZ IN CASSEL. LAWL.

[the preceding was meant to be a very long rant on the evils of Paradisa and of envy and wanting things, and such .... pause. SCRIBBLE]

RLY HAET DIS LOSS.

(no subject)

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

( Claire )

I'm not sure if I can really complain, but the entire thing... everyone asked for that one, really.

That said, as dorky as it sounds, next time, writing down clauses and footnotes to iron out the details is probably a good idea.

Episode 143

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

I swear, if this place messes with my age one more time...

I guess it could've been worse, but... ugh, all that sugar...

15

[love-alice-chan.livejournal.com]

So it was just a dream...

I knew this was another trick of the castle's. I was a fool to think it would give me what I wanted.

(no subject)

[thegoodturk.livejournal.com]

Next time I'll be sure to specify when I say 'wings'. Very funny.

There goes any desire to eat chicken for the next few months.

[[ooc: Cissnei had wished for wings. She had a room full of BBQ buffalo wings 8| ]]

✯ sixteen ✯

[sigma-hime.livejournal.com]

{{takes place before this}}

::filtered to all females in the castle::

[dictated, in a tone which sounds horribly like a stalker phone call]

Why hello there, missus, are you feeling lonely~~?

λ^0.016

[hev-interloper.livejournal.com]

[Gordon's been hiding in the library for the past few days, reading up on physics from his and other worlds, and doing his best to avoid anyone with peculiar wishes. He feels bad for the people that made them, not knowing that they wouldn't get exactly what they wished for, but, that's life. That's what he's always liked about science; if you do it right, it's predictable. It reacts based on certain laws and forces, and as long as you play by the rules, everything's fine and dandy.]

[He is, as always, keeping the resonance cascade FIRMLY out of his brain.]

[But now he's in the kitchen, trying to decide what would make a good sandwich out of the fixins there. Hmm.]

thirty-first arrow

[masterofloxley.livejournal.com]

[ooc: B-Backdated to yesterday morning during the wish stuff :( Much wished Robin would love him more~ So he is.]

[knocking on Much's door. repeatedly. almost annoyingly. he needs his manservant D:]

This time... she's stolen from

[hyper-thief.livejournal.com]

[Sounds a little like she had been crying, though she won't admit it. Her spheres are gone, as rules by the castle, though she has disk copies. However, they break out a lot, grainy, and just not very good. Just to make her hate the castle even more. This is dictated, though any responses will be slightly teary and written.  Talking just a little louder than necessiary.]

I should have known it would... Would have been too good to be true.


[Hiccup then sniffle]

Why does this stupid castle do to us? I mean, isn't it horrible enough that this stupid piece of machina took us from our Homes? But they can't even give us something we want?

Ed'c hud vyen! E fyhdat cu pyt zicd du gaab druca cbranac... Ed fyc paddan dryh hudrehk. Pid hu... drao'na bnyldelymmo kuha frema E's cdilg rana (Means, "It's not fair! I wanted so bad just to keep those spheres... It was better than nothing. But no... they're practically gone while I'm stuck here" in Al Bhed)

[[ooc;; Eeh, I hate posting and leaving, but I gotta get ready forwork.   I might be able to reply before I leave here at six fifteen EST.  I'll reply when I get off work though!]]

(no subject)

[whatclothes.livejournal.com]

[the journal's been open for a while, on the nightstand next to Gray; assuming somebody was nice enough to take him to a bed? we'll just pretend somebody did, okay?]

[however, it's been silent... until, finally, Gray wakes up, bloody and bruised and beaten, and shouts-]

LEON!!!!


[ooc: canon-bump yay]

:: 4th language

[shewhoishiswife.livejournal.com]

I see I'm not the only one who didn't get what they wished for.

[Amanda wished for her husband, wherever he was, to be well; the castle treated her to visions of him in grief and mourning, having lost his Vulcan control of emotions. It upset her very badly and she has gone out to the gardens to sit amongst the roses and try to regain her own composure]

Bombs Away- #43

[pyrotechnicalty.livejournal.com]

You know, you'd think with all the fairy tales and stories and movies and random bullshit sayings you humans have about being careful what you wish for, you'd actually take the advice into consideration in a place like this.

Hope you brats enjoyed getting more'n what you bargained for. Sure as hell was fun watching.

thirty-seven

[lanterning.livejournal.com]

[dictated]

And the moral of the story is...? Come on, let's hear it.

Oh, and Crowley? Real funny.

Thirty-First Article!

[bunbunaya.livejournal.com]

[a loooooooonnnnnnnnng sigh]

It's been two months. Two months. And my cameras still aren't working!

This is one heck of a "temporary" loss.

Seventeen Rels

[wildandfire.livejournal.com]

They were HERE. All yesterday! I saw them and talked to them and it was all good. Sec and Thay and Jast and me, because that's what it's supposed to be like. All together!

But...but now they've gone again. All gone and I'm the last one left all over.

...Meanie castle.

006; in darkest day and blackest night

[ninjasinspace.livejournal.com]

[OH LOOK. River woke up in a costume this morning, of the vaguely ninja-ish sort. CLEARLY IT IS A SIGN. A sign that is time to use her powers for GOOD, to DEFEND THE DEFENSELESS, to PROTECT THE WEAK, and to SCARE THE HELL OUT OF BAD GUYS.

To properly communicate this to the castle, there is a Name in her journal.]Shén huà

Shén huà.

[EVILDOERS BEWARE!]


{OOC: Loss is a go!}

(no subject)

[scarletspeedsta.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I can handle this one.

Next Thursday will be like Christmas.

[[ooc: Wally and Kyle's loss begins. aye chi wa wa]]

twenty-ninth

[themoonspirit.livejournal.com]

( Private )

(no subject)

[legallyfox.livejournal.com]

( Allen Walker )

What does a girl have to do to get some decent computer equipment around here?

023: sing a song II

[xy-venus.livejournal.com]

[Zora wandered down to Caritas around nine, and has since been sitting at the bar nursing a drink since then. Finally having finished it, Zora heads over to the stage, handing the music off to the DJ on the way - karaoke version conveniently provided by the Castle, of course.

( Caritas filter )

[She sits there for a little while, and then leaves the bar, a little unsteady on her feet perhaps but not weaving. She walks until she gets to the fountain, and then collapses in front of it. She's crying, sobbing, and squeaking out little words that are incomprehensible, except to herself - and all of this quietly, so as not to wake anyone.]



[[ooc: mostly for Lorne, but feel free to catch her after the song or notice her at the fountain?]]

chief medical officer & captain's log: 1

[curedrainydays.livejournal.com]

[OH HAI PARADISA. For your entertainment pleasure tonight, you are treated to sleepy Bones sounds! They sound like any other person's sleepy sounds, except grumpier and generally more doctorish.

You know, up until the point where he wakes up enough to realise that WTF THIS IS NOT HIS BED.

...AND THAT IS MOST DEF NOT HIS PILLOW WHY THE HELL IS KIRK IN THIS BED THAT IS NOT HIS.]

[Kirk murmured, a bit annoyed at whoever was poking him, so he rolled away from them, trying to break their grip. He's the captain, dammit, he needs his rest!]

[NO KIRK DON'T GO BACK TO SLEEP. Bones is worried here, dammit! This isn't anything like Starfleet quarters, even setting aside the whole 'this is not where he went to sleep last night' issue, which means they're somewhere REALLY NOT THE ENTERPRISE.] 

[Kirk's nose twitches a little as he shifts on the sheets, because... this doesn't smell like his quarters, and even though he's struggling to stay asleep, it's really not working. He grumbles something about Uhura and potatoes, and pulls at the covers.]

[Bones... hits Jim on the head with a pillow.] Goddammit, Jim, be USEFUL. Wake up.

OW! [Jim flinches, and his hand goes to rub at the spot where Bones hit him.] What in the hell, Bones? Don't do--wait, what are you doing in here?!?

The real question here, Jim, is what are we doing in here?

What do you... [He looks around, confused even in the dark.] Where in...?

That's what I'd like to know. [:|]

thirty-fifth

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[some throat clearing before he begins talking quietly. he was going to filter this... but no. that would be cowardly]

To anyone whom I spoke to or interacted with yesterday, or anyone who came across the things I said in the journal:

I am very, very sincerely sorry. Most of you will know that I am not normally like that, and do not truly believe the sentiments I expressed. Far from it. The... wish I made backfired; I deserved no less, for it was a selfish wish. I should have known much better.

Please, if there is anything I can do to make up for my words and actions yesterday, do not hesitate to tell me.

Once again; my deepest apologies.

[is being avoidant; but if you're looking for him, you'll find him in the music room with a book]

- 4 -

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[Five has had ... well, let's just say it hasn't been the best day for Time Lords. yesterday, Peri was convinced he was his next self - and the wish made him act like a pompous, arrogant jerk. and as far as he could tell, she liked him BETTER that way. and then there was today's conversation with Dalek Caan, who he's really still getting used to. not only that, but his wish for the festival was for everyone else's wishes to come true ... so the poor boy is convinced that everyone else's misery was his fault. sucks to be you, Five. so he goes wandering around the castle, looking for whatever it is he might find, opening any door that isn't locked and doesn't have someone's name on it.

Eventually, he discovers the roof.]

Oh ... stars're out. .... Lovely.

[strolls across, gazing up at them, not really realizing how close he's getting to the edge until he practically walks right into the border wall. he didn't think he was really that high, considering that the door to the roof isn't on the top floor. but the minute he looks down ... well, it seems a lot higher than he'd thought. and for some reason, the sight of it freezes him to the spot.]

Ah! .... oh my. This is ... I ... oh.

[and thus did Five discover his loss: a particularly crippling fear of heights. clings to the railing, white-knuckling the stone, unable to tear his eyes away from just how very far it is down. a few small, quiet half-words make it past his lips, but not much more than that.]

((OOC: This post is mostly for Del and her planned joint love-loss with Five, but if anyone else wants to pipe up, you're certainly welcome to.))