(no subject)

[farnese.livejournal.com]

[of course, the journal is conveniently open for this newcomer :D]

That light --

[a gasp]

Where -- H-hello? Is anybody ... Serpico? Caska? ... Guts? Schierke?

048; lets all swing together.

[i-findthem.livejournal.com]

Two more posts and I'll reach fifty. Weird.

I'm bored and hungry. I should probably see to that, shouldn't I?

[pause. devious Molly is devious]

...Or someone can do it for me?

(no subject)

[scarletspeedsta.livejournal.com]

( Claire )

-20

[on-silk-sheets.livejournal.com]

[Bela is in the library, but she's not looking for a book. She's just sitting at one of the tables, shuffling the deck of tarot cards in her hand slowly. She's been attempting giving readings, but mostly for herself, just to see if they would actually work. Not that she's ever bothered to read herself back home.

It also may have something to do with the fact that back home, she's relatively certain that she's dead in the not too distant future, and here things seem a bit more wide open (even if she does die, she comes back in two weeks), but that's besides the point.

So there she is, musing to herself. Feel free to bother]



[If you happen to ask Bela for a reading, I'll be using this site. Open post!]

eight

[velvetwishes.livejournal.com]

Tell me Paradisa.

What is your dream, wish, the one thing you desire most in your heart?

05; This is surrender to the war-torn life I've lived

[savedthehead.livejournal.com]

[Sup, Paradisa. Clare is ttly on your slightly more accessible roof, looking out across the land. She totally does have her sword stuck in the roof while it's on her back, Teresa-style.

Because, really, she's bored.

Clearly you should poke her. Or hit her with a stick.]

(no subject)

[maniacal.livejournal.com]

Listen up, you turtle bastard! Don't think I've let you off the hook after our last meeting! We still have some unfinished business to take care of! Stop hiding like some pathetic kid already! We both know you aren't what you pretend to be!

[ He's addressing Sei, but he's not classy enough to use filters. ]

(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

( private; )

(no subject)

[abadgirl.livejournal.com]

Bored, bored, bored.

Really fucking miss my friends (hey Nia) and stuff but then I remember bitches like me don't really make friends, so what the fuck does it matter anyway?

Some days I really just want to beat the crap out of people.

And heeeeeey, out of boredom, I was touching up my roots to get my signature blonde back to perfection or something, and I decided to dye my hair some other colour entirely, and it led to me being a ginger. Really. A ginger.

Do you have any fucking idea how hard it is to get red out of blonde hair? Hard. Very fucking hard.

(no subject)

[peachycinnamony.livejournal.com]

[Private]

... Eh. It's not gonna get done by itself. Suck it up, Heyoka.

[/Private]

[Kano]

You still breathing? If not, I think my CPR license's still valid.

[/Kano]

[Away from Kano]

I hope I filtered this shit all right. Um, hi, crazy castle people! Heyoka here. If you know a guy named Kano Jurgen, I'd like to know what he's been up to. No worries, I'm no psycho. Just want to know if Skinny's kept himself out of trouble.

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Raine )

( Yukari )

[Dictated with forceful cheer]

Wow, the eleventh floor has really gotten full - it's kind of nice to have so many neighbors! I hope everyone new is adjusting okay to the castle. I'm Rin. It's good to meet you!

(no subject)

[protects.livejournal.com]

( Claire )

( Shinobu )

( Excella )

0020

[daemonkoenig.livejournal.com]

( Private; )

( Wolfram; )

® .041. nose stuck in some books

[banished_dame]

[Rose is in the library, journal open beside her, stack of books on the other side of her]

Can't believe I've never been in here before. I could spend forever in here. So many books, all such great stories... it's like all the worlds I'd travel to but without the risk of bodily harm or losin' a limb.

Anyone got a suggestion of what I should read next? I'm sure it's in this place somewhere.


[ooc: And the loss continues, here is Belle ~ reply to her via journal or in the library!]

(no subject)

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

((ooc: OKAY! Time to end Del's loss, because this has been going on a ridiculously long time. If I missed people who still really want to play I am all up for backdating. But she needs to move on now and have a break down ♥))

That- That's a lie, you're not saying that can't be true why are there leaves stop falling. Why are you falling? Stop- Stop it! Sto-

Join the countdown to... smooth and like the spay... he was just kidding, I mean...

Don't yell, I'm sorry. Del didn't mean to! Don't say that, everything wasn't supposed to go down in the wells. Not with all of the secrets they too, why would they say that there's nothing to say it STOLE THEM. Why would it steal them away?! That was all there was nothing and now they can't be there at all because-

The frogs stole them, don't let the tadpoles eat me. Is there any excuse for you to pull...?

[Some juice spills across the page, and she stops talking and tries to wipe it up with her hand. There's a crinkling and some whispered apologies]

There was a Lover and a fighter and a needer and a thingy and food when all the little lambs fall down.

Down down down dow ow owing owning.

Oh.

(no subject)

[excellant.livejournal.com]

( [ Private. ] )

(no subject)

[staggeringego.livejournal.com]

[In the lobby James is standing there with a bottle of glue in his hand and a few glass marbles sitting in a pile by his feet, some are rolling away, but he's not really paying attention to those. He's watching the front doors carefully and is carrying a small paper bag and wand in his other hand. Feel free to stop by and try and figure this one out]

002 // transcribed

[berserkism.livejournal.com]

[there's the sound of metal clinking for a little while, and then clattering as it falls to the floor. guts curses under his breath, picks whatever it is up, and there's a soft thump as he places it elsewhere. some more metal clinking, and then a SHINK as though something's come lose that's not supposed to, followed by... a rather large crash.]

[...several moments of silence, and then:] Shit.

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

What--what the hell is this?!

[currently, there's a giant red... thing stuck in the doorway to the game room. If you were there two seconds ago, you would have seen her suddenly swell and burst out of her regular clothing |D ]

Oh no. No, no, no. Not this stupid thing! Haven't I suffered enough!? Someone get me out of here!!

[[ooc: have at it |D ]]

|| { 58: anacrusis } ||

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Match 5

[nomoreemokid.livejournal.com]

( [Private] )

Eighty five ways to tie a tie

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[It's about that time again. Crowley got up VERY early this morning and has devoted his time to booby trapping the kitchen. The salt and pepper cellars have had their tops unscrewed, the ketchup bottles are now full of the hottest sauce he could lay his hands on, he's laboriously poured salt into the sugar pot and sugar into one of the salt cellars.

And that's just the condiments, he's booby trapped as much as he could before people started coming in and out. Poke around Crowley's Kitchen-O-Fun. Something is bound to get you. Crowley himself is sat at the table, sipping a cup of tea and looking incredibly innocent]

[[ooc: Open post. See, I said I'd do it >D]]

> Directive 1 <

[hev-interloper.livejournal.com]

[There is a little orange robot roaming your halls, Paradisa. It looks a little lost, in fact. Wasn't it just back on Earth, completing its task? How did it get here?

Frankly, those are too many queries for its little processor to handle, so instead--it will continue its directive here. Gird your possessions, Para!]

(no subject)

[andthelion.livejournal.com]

( [ Filter: Emmett. ] )

3rd Scam

[quartersncandy.livejournal.com]

[Outside of the castle is a boy and with this boy, there this is a table, and on this table, there's a big jug of what look's like to be lemonade but only with 10x more the sugar and a stack of paper cups beside it. A sign that is to the right of the table is labeled with large words, "Eno-Gee-Drink. 25 cents."]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

COME BUY A DELICIOUS ENO-GEE-DRINK!!!

ONLY 25 CENTS A CUP.

019. back to good

[thruppitybits.livejournal.com]

((backdated to like ... omfg one week ago D: ))

[Peri groggily opens her eyes and sees a white ceiling. this is not her room. she feels rather like the floor of a taxi cab, or like she's been steamrolled by a bulldozer. her hands hurt like hell]

[the reality of it is, she had an epic overload of electricity last night, and fried the shit out of both herself and two other people. she's in bed at the clinic. as the memories all come flooding back in, she gasps in panic and tries to sit up straight--bad idea. she sinks back down onto the pillow with a groan, and forces her eyes open to look around the other beds near her]

[they are all empty]

[near to freaking out, she glances around wildly until she sees her journal, sitting on the table next to her bed. recalls having it in her pocket during her meltdown, but here it looks unburnt and unscathed. of course. opens it up and croaks out fearfully]

D-did--did anyone die last n-night?

[squeezes her eyes shut--if she has a death on her hands, she doesn't know how she would live with herself. maybe she could fry herself into real oblivion this time, and have a two-week conscious-free vacation----]

[and that's when she realizes she can't feel the humming in her bones anymore. can't hear the breathing of people one floor up. and upon fearful experimentation, can't freeze anything. she takes a long, shuddering breath before speaking very carefully into the journal]

Sylar? ... I-It's gone.

((loss is finally over! Peri no longer has Sylar's powers, and he has regained them.))

(no subject)

[scarletspeedsta.livejournal.com]

Sunshine Room Filter!

[Wally and Booster in the sunshine room, gettin' a tan B)

Open invite, everyone come and have one last happy time before things get depressing around here!]

[[ooc: I'll make comments with the different things going on, doi <3 ]]

Page 39; The Other Side

[chosenfake.livejournal.com]

... He's gone.

I guess it was bound to happen eventually.

Bye, Asch. I'll keep my promise.

(no subject)

[livingsandbox.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Why are there marbles glued to everything...?

(no subject)

[thegoodturk.livejournal.com]

( [Turks] )

[added later]

For the time being, I suggest people avoid the second floor hallway.

Don't walk around by yourself if you can help it, and be careful if you're answering the door. Now might be a good time to have a sleepover at a friend's place.

blog twenty-seven

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

So, uh... have some filters, people.

( Staff of the WildKat )

... Which brings me to another question. What do people do with their money, around here? I mean, for the most part, unless you actually buy stuff IN town, you can get it from the castle. Is there a bank, or something? Because I don't want to sleep like the Princess & the Pea, here.

( Zora )

One last thing: my Awesomeness Committee is amazingly low on members. The Castle keeps sending them home. SO. Would anyone (Jim, Zora, bros and wingmen alike, I am looking at you) like to join up? Laser tag excursions. Beach volleyball. Pool parties. Come on, guys. It'll be LEGENDARY.

Signups are ... well, uh. Here.

((Consider this Barney's open offer to chip in money for Cross Marian Debt Fund, btw ... someone just needs to suggest it to him, and he's in. :D I wanted to get this up before things Go To Hell. :D))

he'll renovate your ass

[boyfolder.livejournal.com]

[someone's sounding real pissed. waking up in some weird fancy castle instead of in your room in some sleepy rural town tends to have that effect. his initial freak out is over, though, and now he's just. trying to rationalize. but... kanji's not really good at that :(

and of course, in true paradisa newcomer fashion, the journal decides to fall open here]

--All right, punks. I'm givin' you to the count of three to tell me where the hell I am, got it? Enough of this kidnappin' bullshit! I ain't gonna fall for it anymore! [he's pretty much yelling AHHA]

One... [he looks around, spots his desk chair, walks towards it]

Two.... [he lifts it up easily, over his back, stops in front of his door]

...Three!! [kicks that mothaeffer down and goes storming down the hallway lskjakfk]

[ooc; his journal's not with him, obviously, so whatever responses come, he'll answer when he gets back. after feeling really stupid, of course. AHHA, feel free to run into him in the halls or something? :) big, scary looking guy with a chair? lmaoo mgmd]

(no subject)

[darkevangel.livejournal.com]

[hello introduction post! ...of sorts]

[also dictated in an Irish accent, if you care]

A-Ah! Where am I? Mother? Father?

This isn't my room. This isn't... Did something happen?


I'm scared.

[MASS MURDER PLOT ☤ START]

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[Step, step, step, step. A swish of a knee-length lab coat. A warm, pleasant voice that sounds as though it belongs to a man in his forties, dictates:]

Good evening, castle. My name is Dr. Albrecht Winston Cabot, but please, just call me Al. [a chuckle]. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I've come to the grave realization that the people of this castle need immediate medical attention. But fret not, ladies and gentlemen. For the remainder of my stay, I will be available for check-ups and treatments at all hours of the day. My services are limited, and, to be quite frank, I'm a little daunted by the task ahead of me. But please, don't let that trouble you. I will try to accommodate for as many patients as I can each day.

[Well, that's a little odd and bears investigation. During her entire stay here, Alicia has never had the pleasure of someone dictating directly outside of her room before. She'll poke her head out curiously, but opt not to interrupt him]

... Ah. In fact, I think I can begin my rounds right away. Good evening, young lady. I believe you're in need of a check-up.

[Steps out into the hall and grins] Evening. I wasn't aware that the clinic offered door to door services, definitely wasn't included in my introduction. I'm going to have to pass though, I feel perfectly fine.

Don't worry. It will only hurt for a moment.

You know, all the good doctors lie and say it won't hurt a- [She'll back up a step or two, completely startled and then start screaming]

[The sound of something very large and very sharp making its way through her upper body. There's a sharp inhalation and a desperate choke, followed by small gagging sounds before her body drops to the floor with a muffled thump]

... I'm sorry, child, did I surprise you? Well, hang in there; I'll fix you up post-haste.

[Slicing sounds. By the time anyone gets there, the doctor will be gone and her body will be, uh, all over the place.]

[[plot start!]]

(no subject)

[isthedaughter.livejournal.com]

[Is in the kitchen, making a late night snack. Even if everyone has said this wasn't Tamaki's doing and all their explanations made sense. Well, as much sense as this sort of situation can, it still took her a awhile to have it click. So she's slightly startled when she sees a ghost moving out of the corner of her eye]

What the...

6 -- Running

[so-catless.livejournal.com]

[was just going to go off by herself, but--thinking about some advice that had recently been repeatedly beaten into her head--she dictated a quite and quiet note into her journal, before shutting it]

It's nice out, so I'm taking a run around the castle.

If anyone wishes to join me, they are welcome.

Don't forget to bring water.

[and off she goes. Normally sports--though she excelled at them at school--didn't bring her much joy. But, she found herself with nervous energy, and she didn't like it. So...running it is.]


((ooc: open post, of course. Feel free to jog, find her resting in the shade, leave a note for her when she takes a break and opens her journal, whatever. She'll be outside most of the day, working off her angst. Wanted to post this and get some interaction in, before all the craziness hits.

EDIT: Haha, posted this ten minutes too late. This is backdated to right before the murder plot, then.))

[Analysis 001 | Paradisa | Audio] Arrival

[lieutenantibuki.livejournal.com]

I think that if we shift some of the processing load to-

_{[Brief moment of puzzled silence, and then…]}

Wait a moment! This isn’t… this isn’t headquarters! _{It looks like some sort of castle, like out of a film or something.} What’s going on? Is anyone there? Anyone at all? I’m Lieutenant Maya Ibuki, of NERV. Can someone please help me?

Mask 089 - A Boss that Cares

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

[DeathMatch employees]

Be smart you fuckers. Any of you kick it, it's coming out of your paychecks. And then I'll take the rest of it out of your asses personally.

You've been warned, assholes.

[/DeathMatch]

( [Luke and Subaru] )

...

( [Bad Girl] )