Some are wicked, some are kind, but now all must speak their mind

[follows-rules.livejournal.com]

I met a cyborg! An actual, working cyborg!! Oh, man, I wish Zeke were here! He would love this! Oh, yeah, almost forgot...

[clears throat and taps the journal]

Hello? Testing. Has anyone here ever met an Alex or Max Russo? I'm trying to find out if anyone I know is here, or has ever been here.

✖ cinq

[forlea.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[ about an hour later, you can find her on the steps leading up to the castle. she's bundled up, and she's doing some embroidery on a handkerchief. come bother her, if you'd like ]

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[flashcries.livejournal.com]

( Shinigami loyal to Soul Society + Ryoka brats )

The Gun show, baby

[wiseassly.livejournal.com]

Who: Wisely & HC Tres Iqus.
What: TICKETS TO THE GUN SHOW.
When: January 13th, Midday/evening.
Where: Paradisa castle grounds.
Rating: PG for the death of foliage.

( It wasn't a common experience for Wisely, being unable to see into a person's mind )

(no subject)

[optimystically.livejournal.com]

( Private )

Attention People of Paradisa!

Are you a newbie who's been struggling to find your place here? Do you want to make yourself known? Have you always wanted to be famous? Or you someone who has been here forever, but you've just run out of fun things to do? Well look no further! A once in a lifetime opportunity is coming your way!

I, Maya Fey, will be directing the great Paradisan love story of our time, an adaptation of Willem Rattlesword's classic, Roberto and Julianna for the big screen! Now, I have made some slight changes to the story, just to make it culturally relevant and all that, but I promise you, you will be on the edge of your seat!

Now there are going to be a ton of positions to fill, so don't be shy if you've always wanted to be in the movie biz. If you're interested in helping backstage I'll need camera men, props and costumes people... Oh, people to work on sets too. It would be awesome if anyone has any previous experience, but hey! It's not like I've directed a movie before, and there's no time like the present to learn. If you're interested in playing a part, the script should be done by tomorrow, so if you want a copy to look at, come by room 911 and I'll have it ready for you!

So just leave your name here if you're interested in helping out at all, and I'll get back to you with a status report in a few days. Casting will probably be... a week from now, and after that we can all meet up for an official production meeting.


[ooc: aslgkhas;hlga S-So I'm going to put up an ooc post, because I think this could be a really fun things :3 It will have more details about the story line, what parts that people could play, ect. So ideally, you can look over everything, and if you have anti-social characters that you want to be part of something big and fun, but they would never ever sign up for this, you can sign them up oocly, and Maya can figure out some way to rope them in :) So go nuts! I hope this can be a big fun thing]

(no subject)

[heirdom]

[He's just been in town for most of the morning, having sneaked away from Dick again, but he figures he should just call it a day and head back to the castle for a late lunch or something. Not that he really has the appetite right now, but it was an idea.

Instead, though, he shucks off his coat (with its pocketed journal) and tosses it carelessly a the couch in the lobby, and plunks down beside it. He pulls his PSP out of his pocket and starts it up. More to himself than anything:]


This place is so boring I could go insane.

second smile

[psychoticsilver.livejournal.com]

[Gin has found a mouse, don't ask him where...

He's letting the little critter run over his fingers and up his sleeves, smirking as it tickled him. He squirms as it runs up his skeletal spine and reappears by his ear, snuffling it's whiskers on the shell. He laughs, the journal picking up words that might not sound out of place between lovers.]

Ne, Rangiku, stop it. ...Not there! That tickles!


[Open over the journals or in person (he's in the lobby).]

Now we've learnt our ABC's, won't you sing along with me~♪

[letssingaduet.livejournal.com]

YA~AAAWN~

[Diva? Diva is bored.

And a bored Diva can never be a good thing. Ever. Even the journals provide her with no fun unless she can hear the words dictated aloud - the little squiggles that mark the appearance of words mean nothing to her. And it's this boredom more that makes her decide she needs to learn. Cue dictating.]

Ne, ne. I want to read. Somebody teach me.

♥ x 5

[bakehimcakes.livejournal.com]

[In the kitchen, Peach is putting the finishing touches on a great big chocolate "Welcome" cake for all the new arrivals! A touch more icing here and there...

And she's done. It's magnificent to behold!]

Whew! I do hope they'll like it. It's too bad I couldn't do more, but on such short notice...

[[open post. her loss is that the cakes she bakes are depressingly bland to taste, sob]]

Room 1307 - Transportation

[android-hell.livejournal.com]

Does anyone know how to build a robot? I would like a robot. Then I could see the rest of the castle. If you can build a robot, I would like to speak with you. Room number: 1307.

oo9 → listen to me one more time

[deceivingbrat.livejournal.com]

 [ there's some idle page flipping as Oz looks through his journal. He's humming quite contently to himself as he writes the following; ]

A new swarm of new people! Haha, it's nice to meet you all and welcome to Paradisa. [ the writing stops as he taps his pen against the paper, thinking. then-- ] I think some of you have already met Alice. Her hot temper gets her in to a lot of trouble... Ehh, but despite her appearence, she's actually nice! [ a bit brash but nice nonetheless ]

...Anyway! Maybe we'll meet in person sometime, new people! That'll be fun~.

(no subject)

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

It never fails to surprise me how quickly things return to normal here. Most of these new arrivals have no idea this castle was nothing but a pile of broken stones a few days ago.

It's for the best, I suppose.

Maybe I'll get a belated Christmas gift of a challenging opponent. Swordsmen, preferably.

(no subject)

[onset.livejournal.com]

Who: Cassandra Cain (batspeak) and Damian Wayne (heirdom)
What: Sparring in the Lobby
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Lobby... lol
Rating: PG - PG-13? idk there's violence

( Was there any merit to that? )

(no subject)

[not-hawkingbird.livejournal.com]

[a weak, groggy voice]

W...wha...

[some tossing and turning as she cautiously gets her bearings, observes her surroundings]

This...isn't...oh.

[a pause, and then, a bit louder]

Doctor?

ᵅ | o.o3 | get drunk and drive around | ᶛ

[youfingwhore.livejournal.com]

[ In the past few days, Church has gotten pretty well adjusted to the castle. Which means it's time to get down to business. ]

So who's up for going with me while I try out this loop hole and attempt to get completely hammered?

... Sister, you're not invited. You either, Caboose.

[ There's a significant pause before he grabs a pen and scribbles down the next bit under a filter, figuring it's just best to get it over with. ]

( The Asshole Known as Agent Washington )

sixteen deep-fried tarantulas

[notso-average.livejournal.com]

[tapes postcard of Montana to the side of her nightstand, where she can see it when she sits in bed. Sits up in her bed and smiles, watching it. Pulls out her journal and dictates, while still looking at the postcard with a little smile.]

What do you miss most about home?

( [Uru] )

(no subject)

[mystoryidontshare]

[There's the sound of tossing and turning before Lois wakes with a slight gasp. She'd been taking a slight nap because she was going to go exploring the place again but a nap had been needed. With that nap came a really hot and heavy dream...]


( [Private] )

Oh god...

012

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Since we seem to be getting a real population boom now that everything's back to normal and a population boom from Blood Gulch in particular, I might as well say this now:

if anybody you know who wears armor starts cackling, calling themselves 'O'Malley', or starts ranting about stuff like universal takeover and Red Bull, get my attention, okay? I'd rather know sooner than later.

I'm just trying to keep my guard up.

sixty-two

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

A-Ah...

Achoo! [sniff]

A-aahhh... achoo! Oh, damn this cold! We wage war against the castle and others walk away with battle scars. I walk away with a cold!


(ooc: BECAUSE YOU ALL WERE SO WORRIED ABOUT HER FEETSIES. She caught a cold.)

mission one

[squirrelpatrol.livejournal.com]

[there is snuffling, far away from the journal, progressively getting closer, until ... drool appears on the pages]

Oh! I have found a book. At least, I think it is a book. It looks so very much like one. Maybe I should bring it to Master. He does like books. As does the Small Mailman. Though he does not read them quite so very much as my Master. I wonder why the little black ants keep showing up on the book? HEY! [barks] Hey, you ants! Do not think I do not see you walking all over my Master's new book! Get off of there!

[SLURP. there is now a very large trail of drool across the page]

That is funny. They did not taste like ants. And they are still there. I will bring the book to my Master and HE will know what to do because he is a very smart and good Master. Come on, you book! You are coming with me. You can be my prisoner.

[picks up the journal by one corner, and drags it off the table toward the door] MASTER? WHERE ARE YOUUUU?

05 ☠ feeling so alive!

[afewbonesloose.livejournal.com]

[ Now people in the castle might notice a bunch of... bones, lying about the place. A femur in the kitchen pantry, the tibia stuffed in someone's closet, various ribs tucked away in random nooks of the castle, so on and so forth.

And of course, the skull these bones belongs to happens to have his journal open beside him, hidden away in some very random part of the castle.

... there may or may not be one rather epic game of Hide and Seek going on between a dead man and his ghost dog. ]


And now let the game begin!

[ooc: FEEL FREE TO COMMENT ABOUT FINDING BONES EVERYWHERE. ]

♟ o16

[invokes.livejournal.com]

[ if you're in the clinic, you may notice there's a sullen-looking man next to where misa is lying in her bed. in fact, misa looks more lively than gil right now. he has a cigarette dangling from his mouth but he isn't moving an inch, just staring ahead blankly.

he opens his journal since he doesn't want oz to think he's disappeared. the ashes from his cigarette are falling onto the journal pages-- oops? ]

( oz )

[ ooc: assuming misa got into the clinic and she's here now? D: ]

The wheal of fate is turning... REBEL 1: ACTION!

[1redeye.livejournal.com]

[Ragna's voice is picked up by the journal lying open on a desk]

Gah! What the hell?! Where am I?! This doesn't look like the interior of any NOL branch. This is someplace different... How the hell did I end up here? This doesn't feel like some sort of Ars Magus trap... Huh?

[sound of footsteps as Ragna approaches desk after spying the journal]

This some kinda journal? What the hell?! Why the hell is there drool coming out of it?! Huh? Is it picking up everything I'm saying? What the hell kinda journal is this? It doesn't feel like a Nox Nyctores... And there's other writing in it? From other people?

[sound of pages flipping and then pen being picked up as Ragna begins writing (writing in italics)]

Hello?

God this is stupid...

Uh... Where am I book-people? And uh... who are you all anyways?

Look at me freakin' talking to a book...

♩001

[marionttepurple.livejournal.com]

[Shuffles, sighs, then suddenly...]

S-Sis?! 

...

[A sigh of relief.]

There you are. You wouldn't leave me again. Where are we?
What? Sis, are you sure there are other people here?
...
Okay, I trust you. Maybe they could help us find a way out, or at least give us some information on Ragna the Bloodedge.

[And now in a normal voice.]

...Hello? Is anyone there?

(no subject)

[heirdom]

( Batfamily )

(no subject)

[redtrenchcoat.livejournal.com]

... Yeah, right about ... here ....

[the creaking noise of a rope, followed by some shuffling as a certain red-coated menace lowers himself down to a window ...]

Oh -- !!

[STARES IN THE WINDOW, GRINNING WIDELY ....]

[a certain blonde haired vampire has Harkonnen slung over a shoulder, looking utterly confused; where the bloody hell was she? none of this made any sense. another of Zorin's illusions? was she trapped in a memory, or--]

Wh-what!?

[OH MY GOD THERE IS A LEERING FACE IN THIS WINDOW LFKJSLKDF -- she slams the end of Harkonnen's barrel into his head accidentally as she turns and spots him with her peripheral vision]

[GOES FLYING AWAY FROM THE WINDOW, HANDS TO HIS FACE, LETTING OUT A DESPAIRED CRY OF PAIN ... but he's still holding onto the rope, so he'll come barreling back through the window right into her in a moment. face in cleavage, go!]

W-WAAH!

[Harkonnen THUDS against the floor as she staggers backwards; it makes the entire room shake with its impossible weight. she stumbles onto her back, staring at the ... spiky headed idiot with his face in between her breasts. was he NUZZLING into her?!]

P-P... PERVERT!

[enjoy that kick back out the window, Spiky Perv 8|]

[ooc: Vash, Seras.]

† 30 // dictated

[priestish.livejournal.com]

[backdated a bit to after the conclusion of this event - Abel's voice his hoarse and his voice uncharacteristically empty and blank as he dictates into the journal.]

( ESTHER and TRES )

( YOUR HOLINESS )

( FRIENDS of UKITAKE JYUUSHIRO )

[filtered to friends of Abel's]
[dictated, tiredly and sounding quite in need of hugs from cute girls and/or nice guy friends who are good at these sorts of things] If you... see a man who looks like me, with... blonde hair, please. Please don't approach him.

I promise I'll give a more thorough explanation later, but I... please. [his voice cracks] Heed my warning. [/filter]