Jan. 3rd, 2010

[identity profile] thosethatrun.livejournal.com
Doctors & Companions )

[ There's a few scrawled doodles of nonsense as Ten thinks of how to phrase what he wants to ask. A moment later, there's a note scribbled in after what was written in the filter. ]

How many people here have explored places outside the castle?
[identity profile] deceivingbrat.livejournal.com
 [ through the journal, it seems to pick up the sound of books being thrown around the place. sorry Gil, Oz seems to of trashed the place with the books he borrowed off Ukitake. oh well ♥  ] 

You must wear your rue with a difference.
There's a daisy; I would give you some violets,
but they withered. 


[ pause ]

Eeeh, that's a shame about the violets. I'm sure they would've come handy for a girl somewhere~.
[identity profile] exanimatus.livejournal.com
Who: Asuka & Zelman
What: Zelman still hates everything. Asuka tells him to cheer the hell up.
When: Tonight, around midnight.
Where: Somewhere in the mansion.
Rating: PG-13 for possible swearing, violence, and because watching these two fumble with their stunted emotions is like watching a goldfish bump up against the glass of a tank that's too small. Funny for the first ten minutes, and then it's just kind of sad. :|

keep the weapons down, keep the wounded safe; )
[identity profile] silentrefrain.livejournal.com
[written hesitantly]

It is starting to get a little scary... The castle keeps putting things away, and showing us very old things that happened a long time ago. No one knows what is going on?

[she idles for a while, wings fluttering nervously. She has a bad feeling about this...]

If anything bad does happen, please be safe, everyone.

CXXXVIII.

Jan. 3rd, 2010 02:52 am
[identity profile] exanimatus.livejournal.com
Private; )

[[OOC: this was public while he was saying it, but he quickly filtered when he finished. He won't reply, but you're welcome to react if you feel so inclined. 8) ]]
[identity profile] berefts.livejournal.com
[Dictated]

Ral, no. Don't scratch the furniture.

....

I told you to stop! [there's the sound of a muffled squeak/yowl from her poor, poor Christmas gift and then silence]

Much better. Next time you misbehave I'll cut off your tail.


[[ooc; Gilbert got Yaya a kitten for Christmas \o/ Only...she has no idea how to properly care for a pet so she's treating it like a minor Shadow from her world and like...ordering it around sjkfahk]]
[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
[Kay has dragged himself out of bed at his usual unholy hour, and spent a little while going through the things he got last night at the White Elephant swap. After a few cups of coffee, he took the duffel bag he received and hauled it downstairs to the lobby]

S'cuse me, could I get a long folding table and a chair, f'you could be so kind? [watches the ghosts bring one in out of SOMEWHERE and set it up] Excellent, thank you very much.

[and with that, he sets coffee #4 down on the table, unzips the duffel, and starts dictating into the journal as he pulls things out and begins to arrange them on the table in a neat, orderly fashion]

Good morning, folks of Cair Paradisa. Via a characteristically unpredictable ... incident ... last night, I seem to have come into possession of a number of very random things that, well, how shall I put this delicately. It's pretty obvious someone confused Santa Claus with a cat burglar.

SO. As there are no names on any of this, if you've been missin' something lately, take a wander down to the lobby, since it's probably a pretty good bet that if you're missin' it, it was in my White Elephant box. Anythin' left unclaimed by th' end of th' day, I'll probably set up some kinda Lost & Found box an' throw it in there. Thank you for your time.

[sits back, sips his coffee, and leafs through the book Cloud gave him to pass the time until someone wanders by]


((OOC: Since there weren't any character-specific items, this is a great CR thing .... if you think Faye might've nicked something from your character's room, feel free to come and get it back!))
[identity profile] housewareshero.livejournal.com
[LOTS of obnoxious groaning and mumbling here, folks]

Holy hell, that was some cream soda. ... F'anybody needs me I'm gonna be outside. Gettin' some air.

[and a little while later, there's the sound of a chainsaw firing up. he's taking off a couple of T-Rex claws, because, hey, those things are strong as anything and you can MAKE shit out of them. really useful, protective sort of stuff. he's got a feeling they'll carve nicely. hey, it worked for the cavemen. and he's singing to himself]

Open the door, get on the floor! Everybody kill the dinosaur!
Open the door, get on the floor! Everybody kill the dinosaur!

[hums the bits he doesn't know, and saws away merrily, sending ... bits of dino foot flying everywhere. and probably a little on the journals. YOU'RE WELCOME.]
[identity profile] bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com
Okay, so, Castle. Having Robin welcome me home forever was a little bit of a lot of really freaking creepy. I'd appreciate it if you didn't do that again. In fact, to make up for you freaking me out...?

[there's the sound of a door swinging open] I'm claiming this room in the name of Awesomeness. Oh yes. You heard me. You're not putting some confused newbie in here and giving it the Versailles treatment. I want this room bigger, wider, higher, and in general more awesome. I want more windows, and some dark wood paneling, stat. And appropriately awesome lighting. Come on, come on, Casper Squad, hop to it, hustle. And get me a leather chair. With brass studs.

[flop] .... No, this isn't cushy enough. [stands up] Fix it. [re-flops] Much better... now, what should I put on the plaque?

[so, anyone wandering past will hear various construction and furniture-moving noises. Barney wanted an Awesomeness Committee headquarters of sorts, and the ninth floor had no special rooms to speak of, so he's decided - with mod approval, of course - to take charge! feel free to come and wonder what the hell he's up to]
[identity profile] lust-sin.livejournal.com
Dead overgrown lizards and now obnoxious yellow vehicles with varying amounts of water damage. And I had thought this place had already gone mad long ago. What an idiotic series of events.

I am in need of someone that can uncover old memories. If you feel the need to press and ask "why", then go away. I'm not going to waste my time on you. And though I suspect this is a fool's errand, the sooner the better.
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[personal profile] paradisamods
[In all the stairwells are interesting blockades:

Yellow taxis, all with New York plates.

Some stairwells have one or two, but some have three or four cabs mashed together, as if they were just crashed there. Every single one is waterlogged, dripping all down the stairs. The insides of the cabs are flooded, but slowly draining out.]
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[personal profile] banished_dame
Right. Yeah, so anytime the castle'd stop cleaning up for the year and dumpin' its stuff all over'd be good.

[taps her fingers on the journal]

Also - if it starts dumping Pokemon everywhere, I'm not takin' them in. I can't even find Vortex. She's been missing for like a week. Apollo 'least turned up.


So, anyone figured out a plan in case this gets a lot more... violent?
[identity profile] recoveryone.livejournal.com
[Private] )

[Clark Kent] )

[Wash has decided to enjoy a little visit to the roof. He's not being emo, you buggers. He's actually taking some time to check out little things he's stored on the roof, and to scan the horizon for any anomalies that might explain the nostalgia stunts.

So, clearly, you ought to come and bother him thusly]

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Jan. 3rd, 2010 06:51 pm
[identity profile] priestish.livejournal.com
[Miss Papin, paging Miss Papin! knock knock on your door!]
[identity profile] khaji-da.livejournal.com
Private )

[He feels so weird for having to ask this, but he’s never had a pet cat before]

Uh..my cat is..in labor. I didn’t know she was pregnant.

Am I supposed to get towels and boil water or something or will she like, handle things herself?

Six

Jan. 3rd, 2010 07:03 pm
[identity profile] pocketsizedpal.livejournal.com
Was there really a T-Rex outside that just keeled over and died yesterday? 'Cause that sounds like some kind of symbol... oh hey, there's a door here.

[Well, if he would go and put a couch in front of it, there is a good chance that he wouldn't notice a door. Give him a break, he's not lived in a him-sized house for years. Have the sound of a door opening, folks]

A...hot tub?

Deadpool, why would you give me a.... No. No, you know what? I'm good with not knowing. Ever.
[identity profile] adventuring.livejournal.com
Should have known this whole 'castle being nice' thing wouldn't last very long. The whole 'you're fucked no matter what you drink' was pretty funny, but... Dead dinosaurs? Flooded taxi cabs? What next? [ A dictated sigh. ] Well, at least it was nice while it lasted.

New year, same old castle. Anyone have any resolutions? I think I want to try to be more social and get to know more people. Maybe learn how to fight a little. With the way the castles behavior is headed, it couldn't hurt.

Leon. )
[identity profile] flowersandsake.livejournal.com
Who: Kyouraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jyuushiro and Abel Nightroad
What: Drinking. Lots of lovely drinking.
When: Evening of January 3rd
Where: Shunsui Kyouraku's room.
Rating: ...? Drunk men will ensue. Who knows. (Probably PG-13)

I've got a feelin' )
encryptedlock: by <lj site="livejournal.com" user="elenen"> @ <lj site="livejournal.com" user="whyarewehere"> (don't think that worked tex)
[personal profile] encryptedlock
Who: York/Delta [livejournal.com profile] encryptedlock and Tex [livejournal.com profile] domeanthings
What: A party!
When: New Year's Eve (Dec. 31, 2009) around 7 PM
Where: Room 1208
Rating: Probably R for language and innuendo

Bringing in the New Year with a bang was supposed to be a good thing. )
[identity profile] save-the-souls.livejournal.com
[Allen's been in state of shock since Naruto left and the thing he heard on New Years Eve. After destroying some of his room, he left to go outside to train. He seems very unreceptive to anything going on around him until he comes across four taxicabs that is blocking one of the stairwells. He doesn't say anything at first as he stares at the pileup, staring at it with a dazed confused.]

Why are they...

[But as he grows to realize that it's blocking his path, he starts growing agitated and starts hitting at the cars, as if it will get them to move. The hitting and punching at the metal gets more and more forceful, occasionally shouting the cars to get out of his way. His innocence hand is making a definite dent in the cars, but his regular hand is getting more and more injured as it keeps hitting the car. It's even reaching the point where it's starting to bleed, but he doesn't seem to be letting up any time soon]

Damn it, move!

[OOC: Over the journal or open post. Also still on hiatus, so tags might be slow ♥ ]
[identity profile] mechanisation.livejournal.com
Wonder Girl )

There was a dinosaur the other day and a Taxi today. What is going to appear next?

[362]

Jan. 3rd, 2010 11:34 pm
ino: (Uhh ... what?)
[personal profile] ino
... So, anybody got any theories about these weird things showing up the last few days? Kind of creepy ... And definitely familiar.


[a pause]

[Filtered away from Guts]

And if anyone's seen a bunch of random pairs of gross socks, let me know.

About the Archive

"Paradisa Lost" is the archive of what the journals contained between December 1st, 2006 and January 10th, 2012. On that final day, Paradisa issued new journals, so that the residents could fill them up again. While there are still residents around who have old journals, we have chosen to preserve the old journals here for muns' reference and history.

"Lost" in the title refers to both the old journals that the residents once kept, and also to our move to Dreamwidth from the original Livejournal community, where Paradisa started. It is a fresh start for muns, as well as for the characters.

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