A little survey, if you don't mind...

[quite-dubius.livejournal.com]

[Utagai seems quite nervous of the possibily of interacting with so many people, yet he tried his best to calm himself before he asked his questions. ]

T-To anyone that may notice this entry, may I ask a couple a questions?

P-Please do remember that you don't have to answer these questions if you don't want to. It's for research purposes only. It would hopefully help me in accepting my loss as well since what I had lost was basically a big part of my life.

[Secretly wonders if someone else out there felt just as vulnerable and exposed as himself]

1) What type of lost are you experiencing ever since you arrived at Paradisa?

a) Had memories taken away from you

b) Had your talent(s) taken away from you

c) Object(s) of sentimental value being taken away from you 

d) Other (please specifiy)

2) How did it affect you?

3) Have you managed to cope with the loss?

T-Thank you for your time; and I apologize if I hated wasted anyone's busy schedule

(no subject)

[onehorned.livejournal.com]

[ Room Filter ]

[ so, after throwing down with a very large gator, Priscilla has returned to the room she shares with Ryou! she's a little worse for wear, but he doesn't have to know about what all happened -- just that she's covered from head to toe in gore with half of her cloak missing.

and looks very upset. her favorite cloak, rui.. no, not really. she's more concerned with the fact that the gator pretty much nommed on her and now it's gone, but she isn't. more than that, she could have died. and being dead wasn't any good because she couldn't find her family or Isley and Raki if she was gone ]

(no subject)

[admonishme.livejournal.com]

[ the demon lord is lounging in a tree not too far away from the castle but it's close enough to be a temporary sort of base for him. you see, he's joined the fight to scare away the gators and is currently pelting them with various sized pebbles, via a slingshot that he found. bratty kid to the core!

he'll be sitting up there for awhile, taking aim at any of thm who try to get a little too close for comfort when it comes to the castle and the residents. he wasn't about to let them go snacking on his friends ]

[ a looooong, dramatic yawn later and he's rubbing at his syes ] Did they all go into hiding? I should have known, the moment I hear about it all the good stuff has already happen.. Aw! Look at the little guy, he's pretty cute for a tadpole..

A really, really, big tadpole. I think it would crush me if it rolled over and I was nearby!

So please don't rool over, Mister Tadpole!

(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

So there I was, working in my lab. Normal day. I was getting a bit thirsty, so I asked the castle for a 12-pack of soda.

What does it give me? Dr. Pepper. Not just any Dr. Pepper, though. Because these cans have Iron Man on them.

Long story short, Dr. Pepper is my new favorite drink. Wonder how well it goes with rum?


[York]

Got a minute?

Fourth Train

[protagonist-ish.livejournal.com]

Bloody ell. This loss thing has gone on way too bloody long! I mean it's nearly been two weeks now! How much longer is this bloody well gonna-

[Firo's voice instantly goes back to it's normal Brooklyn, NY accent.]

take I mean seriously. I-

[Firo catches himself. His voice sounds back to normal! Could it be?]

Is it back to normal? It is! Thank god! I wasn't sure how much longer I was gonna be able to put up with that voice! Whoo boy, it's sure nice to sound like myself again!

(ooc: Firo's loss is over now. I was getting tired of trying to write in gutteral British, so I figured it's time for Firo's voice to return to normal. Feel free to tease him about how his voice sounded during the loss!)

jukebox selection B04 - Boston More Than a Feeling

[huntersdaughter]

( Dr. Lance Sweets )

[the Lux employees]

Has anyone seen Eliot lately? I mean, the ghosts are fine for now, but it's a bit weird to not have him around.

(no subject)

[ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com]

Clare?

... Clare?

[There's a pause here as Teresa looks around the room. In the bathroom? The tub? Under the sink? Nope. Back in the main room. Under the bed? In the closet? Under the desk? No...

The door creaks as she steps out into the hall--her name is still on the door, so that's good--and Teresa speaks into the journal]

Has anyone seen a small girl with long, brown hair running around? She's unable to speak and has a habit of getting into trouble.

Clare, can you hear me?

[no, she's not worried... :| ]

☾ 27

[herwaltz.livejournal.com]

[Having once more hit the waterlogged area of the journey about an hour and a half ago, Moonbay is sitting in the back of one of the floaty carts. She's busy at work preparing dinner for her fellow explorers. It mainly consists of fish and peaches.

Smoked, grilled, mashed, sliced, diced, slap chopped, you name it. Okay, may be not the last one. Either way, there's lots of fish as well as some slightly crunchy bread. Pretend it's toasted, and things will be okay. Peaches have been mashed up well to make a nice, thick goop. Jamlike? Maybe. That and the fish aren't too bad together.

As she works, the journal's open next to her, recording quite a bit.]

Even after that soak in the lake, I still feel like I need a day long shower in disinfectant. That was really too gross for words. [Referring to the bird man exploding, obviously.]

Let's hope the way back is nice and quiet. I've got no trouble with that at all.

[OOC: Open to expedition goers. Journal conversations are thoroughly enjoyed as well. :D]

⇒ 22

[whatialways_do]

( [Eliot] )

☽ 004 take two

[lunarlocks.livejournal.com]

[Dictated over the journals. Someone tried to bake brownies for the third time and did not succeed. Oven...clanking sounds in the background, then a sigh.]

...I-Is there anyone would be willing to  teach me how to bake pastries?

[This loli is in the kitchen again, this time trying to bake brownies for her love interest friend. Open in the kitchen and journal! so you can catch her fail. If anyone is in the kitchen they may notice some...burnt brownie smell ;;]

043

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[Scribbled messily. He’s really out of it. Hope you can read it]

Lost my voice. [Have a rather violent sneeze everybody] Anyone have any good remedies?

[He’s still not sick though. Nope. Not sick]

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

( Raine Sage; )

[Feeling a bit better after that, Rin kind of gets up and goes mooching around the camp, looking for something to maybe do. It's getting dark, and she doesn't feel like going any too far, and normally she's pretter self-entertained, but she's not feeling like she's at her most Rin-ish at the moment anyway, so she'll trawl the campground instead...]

(no subject)

[madetobe.livejournal.com]

[the sound of weeping]

M-my Master...

What now? Hey...

I couldn't look after him!

G-get the hell away from me!

[and suddenly, an explosion

and then a beat

and then]

GOD DAMMIT, KOMUI, YOU ROTTEN BASTARD!

[a crash as Komurin's head introduces itself to the empty wall of Komui's old room]

Che...

[written after a minute]

Komui Lee is gone.

[OOC: |D Kanda =/= huggable. Look out floor 10. Replies may be slow.]

Second shot at this. [Smile for the journal, Roy! Open to expedition too natch]

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

[Over the odd sound of a rattling road-cart swishing through maybe six inches of water, comes dicated a rough, rusty voice.]

Hell, this just goes on forever. I don't remember any of this.

Anybody know how much longer we've got 'till landfall? I've had about enough of this damn fog.

In the still of the night....

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Who: Jilly Coppercorn & Captain Hammer (with a cameo appearance from Dick Grayson)
What: Drunken, Loss-Induced Shenannigans
When: Monday night, after this
Where: Sol en las Colinas Church
Rating: PG-13 (No matter what Hammer says)

( A bump in the night )

❀ 011

[flowersandsake.livejournal.com]

... yare, yare.

[Someone just tried to take a walk down into town. Said someone is now standing in the lobby, dripping muddy watery gloop and holding his soiled open journal out ahead of him like it's some kind of smelly cat.

The walk didn't go so well. Sorry to anyone who just got a lapful of swamp mud.]

004

[fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com]

[Anyone in the castle church might hear snoring coming from one of the confessional booths]