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[alyingsmile.livejournal.com]

[Residents of Paradisa, you simply haven't suffered enough lately.

It's late at night. This man simply can't sleep, and he's come across something wondrous that he simply has to share with you all.

This beautiful sound will be pouring through the journals and echoing into the night.]

(no subject)

[merriment.livejournal.com]

It feels as if I've been in this castle for years! More than ever, I want to go home so I can finally remember.. him. What kind of wife forgets her husband? A horrible one, that's the kind! Maybe if I could remember what he looked like.. ah! Or if he was rude or a gentleman! If he lacks manners, then I definitely won't be happy!

.. Ah! I've been thinking about getting a companion recently! Perhaps a small kitten or a very cute bird, maybe then being my room won't feel so lonely. When I was bored or lonely back home, I used to always spend time having tea parties and cake with Sister! But she isn't here right now, so..

Sister would have loved the fireworks, we never had such elaborate holidays!

( His Highness (Gilgamesh) )

─ seventy-one

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

( allen-kun )

( damian )

♛ 14 - AUCTION TIME - BIDDING CLOSED [BACK-TAGGING FOR CR STILL ALLOWED]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[The ballroom has been decked out with a stag draped in varying degrees of red curtains; the floor has been set up with comfortable chairs; and the air is scented with lilies and roses - but all in a tasteful way, yet clearly from a romance novel of this sort of thing. It's where Ashura gets his sources, so of course it ends up looking a bit like that.

Spotlights are aimed at the stage, with ample lighting left for the audience/bidders to be seen for when they raise their little cards to bid on Bachelor's. To the side of the stage was a podium, to be manned by someone from town Ashura had hired to run the actual auctioning off as he worked behind the scenes to keep things running smoothly (except for his turn).

A bell sounded, the spot light brightened, the auctioneer came on stage, and the first of the Bachelors walked on....]

( Your Lovely Bachelors for this Evening )

[ooc: The auction is now closed! However, if you have CR going or want to get CR, you may continue with back-tagging on that - but NO MORE BIDDING!]

ten.

[contractcore.livejournal.com]

[ starly is flapping its wings in the background and snowdrop meowing cutely from atop of oz's head when he makes this entry, he sounds pretty calm and alright ]

I don't know if anyone notice but Gilbert Nightray has left the castle. [ a pause ] He's gone home.

[ another cute meow ]

Oh Vincent Nightray has left as well. [ BUT NO ONE LIKES HIM ANYWAY ]

♣ 33

[professionaldefibrillist]

[is sitting out on the front lawn again, just like he was on Day 1, but this time, he's sans chair and sitting on the grass with a notebook in front of him, trying to write poetry. His stuff has always been somewhat mediocre, but he still likes to try. After a moment though, he's reaching for his journal, and scribbling down a filter]

( [Del] )

[other than that, he's outside and free to be bugged]


[And Sandman day, which is getting bumped down one because of my epic long day yesterday. Open open open.]

11;

[slingshots]

[a few loose scribbles go here. they don't look like words or... much of anything, really. then she recalls the whole 'filter' thing.]

( Private )

[softly dictated, in a voice a good deal lower than her usual:] For a while I thought this place was just a dream.

[ooc: oldloss is a go 8D]

|| { 89: traditio } ||

[mmm-paradise.livejournal.com]

Been a while since we've danced, Paradisa. Let's play a game! I'll start off with a word, and you tell me the first word that comes to mind. We'll trade off until, I suppose, one of us gets tired of the arrangement.

Bachelor auctionees are free to play as well! Think of it as free advertising. Tell me I'm not the charitable kind now.

I'll start with... Rhythm.

Lady Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 7 (1-100).

[oftheforsaken.livejournal.com]

[Sylvanas will be in the courtyard of the castle grounds, traipsing about in order to get a decent scope of the surroundings... just in case. Her bow and arrows are at her side, as is her blade despite the casual intent. After all, a lady can never be too careful.

As she takes in the environment surrounding her, she will muse.]

If time here is similar to that of our own worlds', then this would be the time of flames. Midsummer is burning through these passing days, and it is celebrated with bonfires within the cities and ending with the nighttime sky being set alight with the greatest of fervor.

[a beat]

I have noticed no such thing on my return to the castle.

[It would be so easy to set this area aflame, she thinks. However, if others do not share the same customs...]

Perhaps this is not a place worthy of the same honor.

_{(ooc. open open open to anyone, in all sorts of ways. via journal, in person, in a tree, under a rock, in the air, rising up from the duck pond... and yes, I know Midsummer ended a couple of days ago, but...)}

#8 - trampled by a wayward robot

[holydamnitxmas.livejournal.com]

Okay, so. While the rest of you are all throwing money at other men and playing games I don't think I've seen since I was - what, five? ... I'm going to be doing something productive, thankyou. BODYGUARDS! Front and center, I've got a job for you.

[and with that, anyone on the eleventh floor - or above or below it, for that matter, depending - will be able to hear a lot of clanging, thudding, and general cacophony coming from Rusty's room. he's been asking the ghosts for a LOT of stuff, recently ...

... and now it's all being put together. halfway through one particular project, he stops and puts up a filter]

[Caterina]
Uh, how's your robot doing, now?

ten10

[fauconnerie.livejournal.com]

< It's good to finally have my wings back.

Yeah, you heard me. Wings. >

[ someone's gotten some confidence over his little identity now that his gf is here ]

< For those who couldn't figure it out, I'm a red-tailed hawk. And my name is Tobias. So for those who didn't believe me on the whole Fluffer thing, kudos to you.

You're probably thinking, "Oh! Who cares? There are more interesting things here than a talking bird!". Well, in that case, screw you people who don't think talking birds are interesting. And it just. . . helps to get this off my chest. There are other things, but that's. . . later.

People who have a problem with it? We can have a nice, long discussion about it under my favourite branch. Just stand under my branch.

Yeah. >

( [ Filtered to Question ] )

[ and for those who know where his branch is. and actually went to go see him. WHY WOULD YOU. he's now hanging out in Rachel's room. too baddd. ): ]

Backdated to after Maya's library adventures... /sigh

[optimystically.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Friends of Rin Asano and/or Apollo Justice )

So... random question. Has anyone here ever gained super powers out of the blue? Like, you were just a normal person before, and then all of the sudden you can do something totally amazing. Maybe you were bitten by a radioactive dung beetle, or you fell into super sludge or something.

What did you do with your powers after that? Did your life change and turn horrible, or was it all really cool?

I have been breaking silence these 23 years...

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[Karaoke's in full swing at Caritas when Jilly takes a seat at one of the little tables near the stage. She's got a beer and a glass of water, neither of which have really been touched, and a third chair that she dragged over from a neighboring table. There's a definite air of waiting, but she seems content to just listen right now, foot tapping lightly on the rung of her chair as she watches a woman singing a slightly painful version of "Stand by Me."

It's not quite the same as a live band, but it's still pretty catchy and plenty fun for a night out with friends.]

[ooc: Post at Caritas for a friends night with Billy & Willow. Forward dated to tomorrow night]

3 - A Piece of a Puzzle - 3

[onemanshort.livejournal.com]

[Kaylee can be found in the kitchen, a bowl of ice cream by her elbow and a rather damaged looking cable laying out on the table in front of her. She's kind of glaring at said cable]

Don't rightly know what he thought I'd be able to do with this. Ain't nothin' more than nothin' without something to attach it to.

[setting it aside, she'll go back to her ice cream. That's a lot less frustrating]

[dictated to the journal] Considerin' all the ghosts 'n magic 'n the fairy tale bits, it's sure a wonder how easy it is t' fall into actin' like it's nothin' outside the normal, here. Maybe 'cause I got people from home to fill the gap, but it's a bit funny how it all settles into place.

[ooc: the cable is Tres's brain stem, btw. The TB cast is welcome to recognize and retrieve it from her. Otherwise, open post is open]

火 2

[sofaultless.livejournal.com]

It's been days now, and it's just one absurdity after another. I've been away from home quite a bit over the past year, but this is still a considerable amount of culture shock.

It's still interesting, though, that this place has been described as a "functional anarchy." Despite being without a leader, it's difficult for this place to descend into total barbarianism with all the luxuries being afforded to its residents.

I wonder what would happen if they were to disappear. I doubt it'd be anywhere close to a "fuctional anarchy," and even further from "democracy." For a place also described as being capable of "changing everything" at a moment's notice, it seems reckless.

Tell me, residents: why haven't you appointed a leader?