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[herwaltz.livejournal.com]

[Sitting on the steps of the main entrance, Moonbay's currently flipping through the journal. It lacks her full attention, though, as her mind's wandering a bit.

Sadly, that doesn't last long, and a loud shattering sound is heard. Her head snaps up, gaze flying to a darkened figure falling from above. Smoke wafts from it before it's surrounded by a gold bubble.]

What the he--

[Her voice is cut off by a loud crash. Standing quickly, Moonbay runs over to the landing site. Ignoring the smoke, she makes her way into the small crater, squinting as she goes. Once she's able to see a little, she curses to herself. Not good at all.

Black armor with yellow highlights. Dammit.

The following is dictated into the journal directly.]

I need a medic outside now! Off to the left of the main entrance!


( York, Tex, Church )

[OOC: If at first you don't succeed, sky diving isn't for you.]

second thwart / voice

[wheresyoursword.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, it seems I've spent too much time in the library. I hope everyone has been doing well? [He sounds rather pleased despite that. Some shuffling here and there] My, how the dust just gathers when you're preoccupied...

[Half aware of the journal recording him; he's just gonna have a putter around his room with a duster, feel free to interrupt him. :|b]

( Crowley )

blog forty-three point five

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

So, I'm going to be old on Wednesday.

You know what I don't want?

Zombies.

113 is a Blind Pew Prime

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

( Private )

(no subject)

[luv8vul.livejournal.com]

[the following is dictated into the journal]

You know, for a castle that keeps itself so meticulously clean, it could use a lot of...

[there's the sound of something scraping along the ground]

...detail work. [there's the sound of... well, the sound of measuring tape being retracted, it's pretty obvious there] There's a lot that needs to be done and I suppose somebody needs to do it, if the castle won't tell its ghosts to.

Residents, I ask of you, don't move the furniture in the lobby from now on. Thank you.


[totally open, by the way; if you couldn't guess, Kid is making sure the furniture in the lobby is perfectly symmetrical and neat, down to the millimeter... :3c]

11 [dictated]

[lostblacksouls.livejournal.com]

My, that was interesting. I've never been trapped in a stairwell before. I wonder if the castle had a burp? People seem to enjoy referring to it with human characteristics, so why not.

But, kāi mén jiàn shān... Does this happen often? The castle randomly locking people in certain areas, I mean. I'm always willing to try new things, but that could have been very serious... What if it had been weeks before we got out?

I suppose the weak could always result to cannibalism.


( [Written in Chinese as a mild filter.] )

12th mojito

[likedollclothes.livejournal.com]

[there's a bit of a shift and a groan as Sam settles into a seat in his room, followed by the pop of a soda can opening. Not the same as a beer, but it'll do for the time being.]

So here's a questions for everybody out there:

Anyone here ever have a look-a-like show up? Or -- a sound-a-like, as the case may be?

(no subject)

[excellant.livejournal.com]

[ Filtered AWAY from Albert Wesker. ]

I suggest if you want to keep your life, you should stay away from a certain person. His name is Albert Wesker, and he's a very strong and powerful man. His most noticeable of features is his blonde hair and sunglasses. Keep away from him at all times.

You may have remembered my last entry about how I needed protection; it was for exactly this reason. He's all ready began asking me for favors, and I fear that he will soon come after me in person. For the safety of your citizens, castle, do you not have any where a lady such as myself can hide? Unless, of course, you're brave enough to take on the task of watching over me.

(no subject)

[butterteer.livejournal.com]

Fellas? Eric...?

Oh.. C-come on fellas, this ain't funny anymore!

[ there's some nervous mumbling, the words "oh boy" and "oh geez" being repeating over and over again as small steps could be heard. ]

 

Wuh-Well actually, It was never funny in the first place...

H-hello? Eric? I-I don't wanna get grounded! Last time I got lost, muh- my dad gave me a heck of a loud hollerin', and I'll pro'lly never hear the end of it!

Surprise!

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[Filtered away from Crowley]

[carefully written in her best handwriting, which means it ends up being disguised]

 -You are Invited! -

Our favorite Serpent is having his first Paradisa anniversary tomorrow, so come and celebrate!

It is a surprise party, so be sure to show up on time. No one wants to miss the touched look that will be on his face.

(I hope someone gets a picture of it)

When -- Tomorrow night, 7pm
Where -- The 'w/out Benefits' Club

Feel free to bring something-- a present, treat to share, whatever

[Filtered to anyone interested in helping out]
We will be decorating and setting up tonight. If you want to help in anyway, stop by.

[/Filters]


((ooc: Reply here to stop by and help out! The party itself will be posted sometime tomorrow by Ruby. Whoo! -- w/out benefits wiki page -here-))

Cannon Fire 2 - Repairs Necessary, Connection Lost

[cannonsayswhat.livejournal.com]

Alright you stupid journal, let's see if this works...
Aha!

( Filtered away from any Megamen and that squishy human he shot out a window. )

Fifty Eighth Beacon

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

[Well, he's in the clinic, but his journal somehow found it's way to his side, like some attention hungry poodle or something. So when Wash finally wakes, the first thing immediate clinic personnel and everyone over the journals get is a long, pain laden groan.]

I feel like I got hit by a jeep. Off a Pelican...and into another jeep.

[Silence, because he's looking around and realizing that he's in the clinic. Which means]

Clinic. Great. So I look like I was too.

[Edited in Later]

( [Tony Stark] )

[ooc: Open and journal post.]

rorschach's journal. november 9.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

Saw something in the library that said in some worlds, this is the day the Berlin Wall came down. Found pictures. ... Surreal, seeing it being taken down - reading transcripts of speeches, newspaper articles... Even more surreal to see what other people's timelines look like. How much changes and how much stays the same.

Easy to forget about different worlds until you find something like that...

( Rin )

(no subject)

[darkevangel.livejournal.com]

[People who consider themselves friends; also villains;]

[dictated casually]

If you're bored, you should come down to the lobby. Seems like something fun is brewing.

[/filter]



[Eva's down in the lobby, casually flipping through a gothic lolita fashion magazine; sitting far enough away that she won't be associated with it, on a small table, is a bowl of unmarked candies- she's hoping you're all gullible enough to try some... are you?

the candies are age-changing candy, which, as the name suggests, will change a person's physical age (but not mental,) either younger or older- there's no such thing as a same-age candy, so if you eat one, you're changing... they last about four to six hours and there isn't any way to change back before that time (that Eva will admit to,) so if you feel like a quarter-day age loss, this is for you

there may or may not be a subtle charm on them to make your character more open to the thought of trying their strange candy, by the way~~]

[mod-approved, of course]

(no subject)

[overninelives.livejournal.com]

There's not another plague going around, is there? Does anyone even remem

[a small cough, and when Claire speaks her voice is on the stuffy side]

Am I the only one feeling weird today?

... 'cause otherwise I'm... I'm pretty sure I just came down with something nasty. And there are sooo many things wrong with that sentence.

002; at least my sartorial taste improved.

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Anyone wandering by room 1318 might hear the Doctor inside muttering as she sorts through piles of clothing. Or be hit by a flying shirt through the open door.

Dictated:] No... No... You know, I don't think I'd ever seen a shirt like this.














Come to think of it, I never wanted to see a shirt like this. [SUP. Horrid green and pink shapeless thing going out the door. SORRY.]

(no subject)

[fixthingsfirst.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Beth )

So, like, people do funerals and stuff here, right? Death might not be real death or whatever, but don't tell me people get so desensitized they just stop caring about that shit.

I mean, not that I'm planning on dying. Or killing anyone. [scribbled out; does she need to clarify that?] Just curious.

Stage Select -- Mission 2

[limitlessx.livejournal.com]

[Coming in from outside after his fight, X is still in his Ultimate Armor, which is now sporting a few more dents than usual and not to mention the missing right forearm, only his upper arm that's currently dripping a crimson fluid onto the lobby floor. He stops, wanting to warn people ahead of time, and remembering hearing something about ghosts? So, he asks for his journal. Which is plopped on the table nearby and X goes over to.]

There's a green re-- robot from my home here, his name is Vile. He is incredibly dangerous and I request that no one here engages him  for whatever reason. By no means should anyone fight him. I request that be done by myself alone, should the time call for it.

He is on the 14th floor, where I am as well. Anyone up there, please be careful.

[Oh, and there's a tiny drop of that crimson liquid dripping on your page now. What? It isn't blood! Well. Human blood.]

( Zero )

[ooc: Backdated to after his fight with Vile. Open post/journal. He wants to keep you peeps safe from Vile. ): ]

[57]

[revengefinale.livejournal.com]

[He had stayed up all night training after his spar with Ino -- she had kept up really well after all -- and hadn't noticed he was so tired until returning to his room and falling asleep well in to the morning. Certainly a less than stellar sleep schedule. Regardless, when Sasuke wakes up, he knows that something is wrong before he even opens his eyes. It's only confirmed when he actually does.

It couldn't be right, he hadn't been abusing the Mangekyo and Ino had helped the damage before. There was no reason for him to not be able to see at all. Don't panic, don't panic. Activate the Sharingan, that will solve the problem because at least that will make it vaguely possible for him to know what's around him. Except it doesn't work and Sasuke is left panicking. It's not noticeable to those who don't know him, not even the sound of breathing, just a soft but angry,]

Fuck!

[OOC: Loss start!]

Cannon Fire 3 - Burst

[cannonsayswhat.livejournal.com]

[Seeing as no one replied to his false call for help, Vile is now roaming about the halls, trying to ignore his half-broken helmet and the sparking hole in his chest, the reploid looking around with a growl. If he saw X again, he'd take him on, even in the condition he was in. He couldn't have been any better, sans one arm.]

Where are you, Maverick Hunter...

[Got a grudge against him for beating up on a friend of yours? Take him down if you want- if not, feel free to poke him anyways, but don't expect him to be nice.]

(no subject)

[stackingthedeck.livejournal.com]

( York )

[Added in at a later time; dictated and sounding annoyed.]

Any of York's friends know where he's at? I need to talk to him as soon as possible.

iAM HALF MY AGE?!?!

[icarly.livejournal.com]

[The journal falls open to a high pitched yet still recognizable voice; someone is spazzing again!]

I thought you said it would make me older! This is not older! THIS IS YOUNGER!!

[STOMPS FOOT]

This is the last time I ever eat anything suspicious. [Is she... pacing now?] I went against my better judgment and now I'm pint-sized! I'll need a stool just to reach the kitchen cabinets now!

040

[maces.livejournal.com]

( John )

─ twenty two

[compete.livejournal.com]

[ the journal falls open and catches the sound of a liddle girl falling, along with something small and hard rolling across the floor ]

Ugh! These stupid candies. [ there's stomping and some candy crushing :< ]

Ow.. my knee. [ pause ] Aw shoot, I think I tore it..!

[ ooc: journal and open post feel free to spot little!chie trying to carry all her stuff back to her room. feel free to help? laugh? pinch her cheeks? oh, and she's wearing a loli dress (far left) thanks to Eva ]

28: Lost items

[hermonkeyman.livejournal.com]

[Emmett has been running around the castle all day, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake as he rummages through anything not nailed down looking for something that he seems to be unable to find. He's gotten to the point where he's cursing under his breath and tossing things haphazardly to the side when he's down searching them. Like this couch in the library, right here. It's getting tossed with a loud THUNK off to the side now that he's finished going through the cushion and picking it up to look under it.]

Dammit, where did it go?



[OOC: Open thread. Feel free to find him tearing the castle apart!]

λ^0.021

[hev-interloper.livejournal.com]

[Written, as always:]

Would anyone here be interested in some sort of scientific forum from time to time? I know that I myself have some things I would like to share with the larger intellectual community of Paradisa, and I'm wagering that I'm not the only one.

I have no idea what this sort of thing would involve, but I'm very much open to suggestions.

And I definitely can't be the only one who's curious if there's more to Paradisa than just the world that we're on.