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#015 - Written

[advisortype.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to Chie, Yukiko, Souji, and Nanako. And their friends. And Yousuke's friends, too. And while he's at it, people who just plain like the beach, or watermelon, or barbecue. No jerks allowed! But really, who considers themselves a jerk? Not many people. And everyone loves the beach! This filter sucks, let's just make this public.]

Hey guys!

A while back, I made a promise to a certain little friend of mine that I'd try to organize a beach party. Well, I'm doing just that! They tell me there's a room in this crazy castle of ours that sometimes shifts to a place just perfect for that, so, I'm tentatively scheduling a cool little celebration of summer coming up for next Thursday, the 27th of May, from noon to whenever.

Believe it or not, I'm gonna put forth some effort here, so this won't be half-assed! There'll be surf and sun, games, and all the burgers and watermelon you can eat! So yeah. Come on by! Unless you're a jerk, then security might have to escort you away, so play nice!

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[batfail.livejournal.com]

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Hi, Paradisa. Um.

Yesterday, I was attacked in my bathroom. Someone knocked me out and left me there, on the floor.

We've either got some violent ghosts (no condiments involved), a peeping tom, or... I don't even know. What would someone want in my room? I'm open to suggestions.

I just thought I'd give a heads up for people to be careful.

Oh, and if whoever did it was a resident, and is listening to this right now? Try it again and you're not going to be so lucky. You're getting a swirly. That was totally uncalled for!

[[ooc: Result of this B( ]]

Six cups of tea

[call-me-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Hatter's in the kitchen, amassing a veritable menagerie of tea varieties. His journal's open in one of the few clear spaces on the counter, and he's going down the list he made earlier, checking off the ones he's already asked for - and then stops, tapping the pencil against the page for a moment as he thinks of something, and then makes a quick filter before dictating...]

( Barney Stinson )

[He probably should've checked on that first, before he got so carried away. He does technically work in a coffee shop, after all. And while he waits on a response, steps back to look over the boxes - and then picks one out to go make himself a cup.]

[ooc: open in person!]

(jests at scars that never felt a wound)

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Three woke up today feeling... perfectly normal, not different at all. (Well, by 'today' we mean 'at some point today'; it's not as if she'd spend all her time lounging in bed, it's useless.) So in the spirit of being perfectly normal, she's in the kitchen now, enjoying a delicious breakfast of waffles with strawberries and watching people wander in and out of the kitchen. And yes - for those meeting her in person, her hair has mysteriously taken on the coiffure in her icon, and she is wearing black. (Black is easier to keep clean, in her line of work.)

She also has her journal out with her, for leisurely reading. After a few moments, you can hear the soft tap, tap, tap of her nails (polished red today; it's a lovely colour, almost matching that of oxygenated hemoglobin) against the table. And then, finally, dictation, sounding a little thoughtful:]

I've been idle for far too long.

[Perhaps she could go down to the town and raise a little hellfire. Hmm. It's times like these that she pines for the ability to traverse planets as she used to. Earth, for example - she could do with a little taste of her favourite planet.]


{Loss start!}

Seventeen

[pocketsizedpal.livejournal.com]

Not that I want to bring up bad memories of crazed warning from an even more crazed bird-man, but wouldn't you say mass nosebleeds/eyebleeds/any-other-type-of-bleed could be a sign of some kind of sickness? I mean, it's a bit weird, so many people getting the same symptoms at once.

...I'm getting a feeling this is going to be one of my 'Shortpack you shouldn't say things' moments.

case 026

[justastic.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Trucy )

I think I just realised it's been nearly six month since I properly drove a car. It kind of makes Paradisa seem a lot more like a small town in that way; you can get pretty much anywhere by walking, which almost everyone does, aside from a few bicycles. I think I've seen about three cars the whole time I've been here.

Not that I have anything against exercise, but maybe someone should consider a public transportation system.

seven.

[contractcore.livejournal.com]

( gil )

[ someone should be sleeping, or you know in his room being a good boy. but he isn't instead there is a short blond in the kitchen raiding your fridge and cupboards. sugaaar do want sugar. which is exactly what he is doing until there is a loud crash and oz as well as his chair, along with a tin of cookies come tumbling down ]

Ow, that didn't go as planned. [ rubs the back of his head a little before dragging his hand down his face, his head suddenly hurting again ] Huh? [ when he pulls his hand away he doesn't expect to see blood on his hand ]

Oh. My nose is bleeding. [ and he has his other hand stuck in a cookie tin, not that he will notice this straight away ahaha ]

( ooc; open and all that?! /PUNCHES WISELY IN THE FOREHEAD )

Class 001;

[bishojoheadless.livejournal.com]

[Paradisa? welcome to ( Paradise (cut for semi-nsfw) )

[that's right, for all your viewing pleasure there is this loveli thing on display in the lobby. Looks kind of like she's digging underneath the coffee table....but if you look closer she's actually kind of headless. Apparently Noh-a doesn't travel well between worlds]


[[ooc; OPEN OPEN OPEN. Because this girl needs to be discovered/have someone find her head. it got stuck behind the couch ):]]

03 ~ Ruffled Feathers

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

 [Ashura was well aware that others in the castle had been having nosebleeds, and while he had known he could become a victim, he admitted it had not been something he actually thought might happen. 

So of course it did. And at the moment he bore more resembled to a puffed up bird than anything as he walked down the halls, his head titled far back so as to make walking not only difficult but ridiculous to look at. His face from nose to chin was bloodied - both fresh and dried, his robes smattered (a bad day to have worn mainly white), and one hand is cupped to his nose in an attempt to stop more blood from dripping and only partially succeeding. His free hand was running over the wall in an attempt to direct himself, but it wasn't really working, so it turned into an awkward, blind man's fumbling.

It did not help he didn't know the castle all that well still, and he was leaning heavily on the wall, rapidly approaching a gap where the stairs were....]

{ooc: someone help him before he hurts himself~?}

OPEN POST

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

Who: Cassie S. and youuuuu.
What: Gym. Adrenaline. Kickin' some gym bags around.
When: Tonight.
Where: Gymmmm.
Rating: G
Notes: The song linked, for the record, the best work-out song ever.

( Hey, surprise! )

(no subject)

[optimystically.livejournal.com]

[someone is in the lobby, lounging on a couch and completely and totally... bored :3 So she flips over to her stomach and grabs the journal]

( OOC Cut for Maya... being a derp )

Wait, what was I talking about? [flip flip] Mustard, huh? Oh right, so who knows what mustard bombs are made out of?

[ooc: ....... you can run into her in the lobby too]

025 bullets fired

[machineish.livejournal.com]

( All Arthur's in Paradisa )

Rebel 12: Cooking!

[1redeye.livejournal.com]

[Ever since Ragna started working at the Death Match as a cook he's been in a better mood than typical. Especially considering who know who is back. Currently he can be found in the kitchen working on a few meat dish recipes. Upon walking in, one would see that several dishes are already prepared on the table. Ragna is focused on some pots on the stove right now and wouldn't notice anyone entering the kitchen.]

Hmm... This meat bun recipe is not bad... Maybe if I add a little more spice though...


(ooc: So yeah this post is as open as open can get. Someone come annoy Ragna!)

ⅵ

[brbfisting.livejournal.com]

[ it's a nice day out so akihiko decided to take koromaru out for a walk, since the poor dog was whining for one, too. he sits out in the courtyard on a bench, eating some ramen while koromaru runs around happily, chasing a butterfly nearby ]

Don't tell me Minato hasn't been taking you out for your exercise.

[ come join man and man's best friend? ]

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[leadthedance.livejournal.com]

[There's the sound of a door opening, followed by the sounds of happy animals, then a 'whumph' sound of Gino flopping onto his bed.]

Finally! I can't believe the mechanics in the Tristan's cockpit failed on me. Being stuck in there for over a week without anyone to talk to was awful...

[he grabs the journal nearby and sets it down beside him.]

So, uhh... hey, did I miss anything important this past week?