[002] coffee would have been better...

[thatsplan-g.livejournal.com]

[someone wants a drink -- here's a hint, his name is Nathan Ford and he's a recovering alcoholic. It was all well and good, and replaced, by the liquid love that is coffee while he was in... "the real world". Maybe it was good then that he was so distracted by the little stack of money formerly known as Parker and having Paradisa explained to him, he'd forgotten to pour himself a cup of coffee he'd made in the mysterious coffee pot.

Which means he's alone, as alone as anybody can be in the castle, when he finally grabs himself a cup and settles down to leaf through files that probably hadn't existed before he sat down at his desk. It also means he's alone when he spits the coffee all over the aforementioned files, drops his coffee cup in his lap, curses because it's not iced, and jumps out of his seat.

His coffee, you see, tastes distinctly like ORANGE SODA.]

Dammit!


[OOC: Nate's loss is that all coffee tastes like orange soda to him. He's a sad panda.]

» thirteen bursts of speed «

[quicksilverfast.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to speedsters and GENERALLY AWESOME PEOPLE:]

DUDES DUDES DUDES DUDES DUDES

SOMEONE JUST WROTE ON [ page number ] THAT POWERS WORK FURTHER OUT NOW.

Does that mean that you guys are thinking what I'm thinking?

ROAD TRIP.

Well, not road trip, but. We should totes go explore and shit now, yeah? Yeah.

Who's with me?


< OOC: SORRY FOR TOMMY!SPAM. Uh. Whoever thinks they should be on this filter? Is. >

1

[hassan-q.livejournal.com]

[someone is new to the 6th floor and has been poking about his room, in the closet, under the bed, out the window, in the hallway.

Now things are being tossed, a beat as he looks under a cup on the desk ...then the coaster, and maybe under the pen

a deep sigh]

I lost my ship.

And Canada.

[flipping through the journal]

Hello~?

What the hell is going on and where has Toronto been relocated?

4th Sting

[alwaysf-aithful.livejournal.com]

[Chris is laid up in the kitchen, fixing himself some food. Curses his need to eat before bed. Feel free to bug him in person or in the journal.]

So far so good. I just hope my asthma doesn't get too bad. I just want one day to go right without worrying about it.

[343]

[ino]

( Private )

( Vergil )

15th Scam

[quartersncandy.livejournal.com]

[Right around the duck pond, Eddy is laying around on a leaf pile, covered in tiny orange and yellow leaves himself while sucking on some jawbreakers. He's supposed to be looking around for a tutor but he can't help it if he sees a huge leaf pile that's just begging to be jumped in.

OOC: Feel free to bug the heck out him. He really does need to be bothered about finding a teacher.]

Ahhhhhh, this is the life.

018

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

( [Rorschach and Deadpool] )

[Clears his throat and pauses, just for a moment. Then: ] I don’t want to bring up any sour memories, but I’m curious. Has anyone come across anything interesting concerning Cabot in the past few weeks?

[Added in later] ( [Superman] )

((ooc I’ll be here for an hour or so, then class. I’ll tag as soon as I get back o/))

00 - The Fool

[lostinthetunnel.livejournal.com]

[There has been a name plate on room 212 for about 36 hours, but its resident has been silent... until now. The following is written in clear careful script.]

Hello Castle of Paradisa. My name is Naruse Ryou.
I have attempted to gain some understanding of this place in the two days since I arrived, but have been only marginally successful. As it appears that I will be taking residence here somewhat permanently, it seems wise to ask for advice from other residents as to how best to adjust.

I will be in the DeathMatch for most of the evening today and tomorrow. I am interested in learning what I can about the castle.

Additionally though there does not appear to be much need of it at the moment, I am a lawyer by trade and would be willing to provide legal council should the need arise.

[Once written, he closes his journal, pockets it and heads down the hall to the bar with a fair pile of castle-granted cash. He settles in to people-watch until anyone shows up to talk to him.]

(OOC: Totally open intro post! Come play Poke the Lawyer! (ETA: also, Mun fails at html. >.>))

17; plant

[pkuppercut.livejournal.com]

[tappita tappita tap, tap-tap-tap, tap ta-tap ta-tap,tap tap, critical hit!]

Anyone play an instrument here? I've been thinkin' of doing that properly now. Sorry, Duster, ain't gonna be the bass.

And some training buddies'd be good, while I'm at it. I like to jump around a bunch when I fight, use my hands, plus all the PSI...s'kinda like those ninjas from that Steel Samurai thing.

[Murmured 'oh yeah'. She scribbles on a filter.]

( Sakaki )

[Then, a pensive noise, almost a sigh. She tilts back in her chair, head lolled up to stare at the ceiling, feet propped up on her desk. She just stares for a few moments before dropping back down and writing.]

( Private )

Bone 1/206

[squint-queen.livejournal.com]

Who: Dr Temperance Brennan/open
What: 'Coulda' swore there used to be a lab around here' or 'How I got to Paradisa'
When: October 5th
Where: a few hundred yards in front of the castle
Rating: PG I think, will edit if necessary
Temperance Brennan had vanished before and wound up in strange places, but she was usually either covered in blood, buried alive or tied up. Mentally she noted those were all not pleasant nor safe situations. She had been quite aptly worried, finding herself in front of an ornate looking castle with no threat present or implied left her feeling the slightest bit disconcerted.
Logically she would have to get to the castle and find out where she was, how she got here and how she could get back to the Jeffersonian. There were remains to be identified, and her disappearance on the eve of Booth's funeral would only raise more questions when she did eventually return.
So she walked.

(no subject)

[dontsaylacking.livejournal.com]

[backlogged between October 2nd and October 5th]

( Ragna the Bloodedge )

[after the failed mission that resulted in a near complete freezing and asphyxiation, Noel's now awake in the clinic. She's still bedridden as her legs have yet to recover completely. She's quite depressed by the result, but do come and cheer her up]

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

[Magic has come to the Pillar Fields, and with magic comes the castle's influence. Right now, there is a tiny, confused blue-haired half-elf peeking at you from behind a pillar. He doesn't know where he is or how he got here, but it's kind of fun to sneak up on people~]

(no subject)

[swordspam.livejournal.com]

[written, though it almost looks typed]

Requesting all data relevant to "Paradisa."

⇒ 5

[whatialways_do]

[So Max is hanging out in the Death Match. She's got a beer, but she's not really drinking, not that it would really do much to her anyway. Her tolerance is through the roof, so trying to drink her under the table is just not advised. She'd be the first to admit she was being a little antisocial in the last month, but she's trying to open up. Get herself out there. All that fun stuff.

She's got the journal open next to her and she's gonna talk to somebody in a second, but for the most part she's just hanging out at the bar. Feel free to bug her.]

( [Anya] )

[Open, open, open! And I'm kind of between classes at the moment, but I'll tag when I get back.]

#7. sam be tired

[ipuckett.livejournal.com]

[the journal's picking up some faint noises of other people in the background, and if one's good at placing sounds, they would be able to tell that the girl in question is dictating from the middle of town somewhere]

I feel like taking a nap, but [shudder] even I'm not stupid enough to pull something like that here. [yaaawn] Nng, tired.

[just kind of idly scribbles on the page] But I'm not about to lay around in an alleyway like a hobo and get street stink on me. Wouldn't mind the free money, though.

[53]

[revengefinale.livejournal.com]

[Well look who we have here! It's Sasuke, sitting in the kitchen with a book and a half-finished bowl of soba. His loss kicked in and has him stuck in a public place since he was actively avoiding people, so come harass him to sour his mood further.]

[OOC: Tentatively off hiatus?]

Final Heaven 002

[beautiful-fists.livejournal.com]

I haven't seen the colors of fall in such a long time. It's really pretty, I have to say. Does anyone know if it snows here during winter?

And exactly what are we supposed to do while we're here in the castle? Are there jobs? Things to reach for? Goals? I mean, other than trying to find a way home?

• 001

[thetop3percent.livejournal.com]

[He sounds angry, and while he's not shouting, his voice is definitely above average speaking level] Well we're off your...[Confused pause and then somewhat quietly] ...boat.

Captain?

...River?

I must be hallucinating.

18 - Source of the problem

[ifeelasong.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to Allan-A-Dale]

[Have a few pen taps, Allan, before Much sighs and speaks into the journal]

Are you in your room?

|| { 66: freddo } ||

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

[private]

[pentap, pentap, pentap....]

[Then in careful print:]

January 5, 1843

[After a light pause, he doesn't scratch it out.]


[/private]

[Shiki Misaki]

You were saying?

[/Shiki Misaki]

(no subject)

[justkingthough.livejournal.com]

[Edmund is, once again, taking notes (this time on a piece of paper torn out of his journal, at least) on medicine, his journal open beside him as he sits in the lobby. It's less stuffy than being in his room. And, this time, he seems to be drawing visuals to help him practice locating things.

On the floor.

In chalk :3

He's so strange and studious]

[ooc: open post is as open as ever :D]

(no subject)

[notcaged.livejournal.com]

[long silence]



I fear what they say is true. We are prisoners.

✍ chapter nine

[capricious_god]

[Dean and Cas]

Any word on how this, uh, new plan is going?

I mean she is a demon. He kind of owns her soul I think. Plus he looks like her boyfriend.

Do we know she's gonna just... do this?

[/Dean & Cas]


Hey castle, how are things? [said like someone who is trying really hard to be casual]