Aug. 5th, 2010

[identity profile] scouring.livejournal.com
[All recorded over the journals too.]

[Deep in the darkest pits of Paradisa's seedy underbelly, or... you know Paradisa's clinic, Tim finally wakes his sleepy ass up, just in time to nice an interesting stuffed stegosaurus tucked next to him.

... Kay then.]


Where--

[Actually bothering to look around.]

You can't be...

[Recorded sigh]

What's today?

((OOC. Canon bump, end of the newest issue that came out today :|b))
[identity profile] iaccdntlybullet.livejournal.com
[The journal picks up a bit of a rasping noise and what sounds like an irritated, half-asleep groan. There's a brief pause afterwards followed the rustling of movement and noise of someone clearing their throat with a bit of a hack.]

Damn it... [The words spoken are low and growled, with the faintest tinge of bleary, half-awake irritation. Another sharp coughing noise, more rustling as he gets up- But for a brief instant there's a sharp pause, filled with only the sound of someone sitting up sharply and nails running over fabric as he checks for bulletwounds.]

Shit— you're kidding me. [The disbelief and faint alarm is very apparently in his voice. As he speaks, the voice starts to fade off because someone is walking away from the damn journal. Despite the drop in volume, though, the annoyance is very, very easy to hear—and maybe a bit (or a lot of) confusion as well.]

Where the hell... [Annnd the voice can't be heard anymore. Shinjiro will be examining the crazy fancy room he's awaken in, but only after trying to figure out what this being alive again business is all about. He'll return and look through the book in a second.]
[identity profile] oftheforsaken.livejournal.com
[written; she doesn't necessarily wish to guise herself, just stay a bit low-key from those who aren't close enough to her personally to place her handwriting. not to mention the fact that the conflict of that certain week still lingers, perhaps inspiring the inquiry at hand.]

Since it has come to our attention that there are powers that control the darker aspects of others for whatever nonsensical reasoning, I must ask whether or not there are those who are skilled in necromancy, in that same vein.

[underlines the key word with a sharp line, the sound acting as a pause for effect, perhaps?]

I ask because Light forbid that same type of person makes use of the bloody messes littering the streets of the city.

[and, well, such things are relevant to her interests...]

(ooc. *edits a billion times, falls asleep* ;; ALSO, if you feel like finding this one in person, go right ahead. she's out and about overhearing townspeople muttering about splodey heads or other resident-related antagonisms, idek.)

☆ 005.

Aug. 5th, 2010 08:25 am
[identity profile] call-it-ahunch.livejournal.com

[There's a precog outside, sitting up against a tree outside, journal open next to her, pen in her hand, her tapping her foot against the ground, thinking. She picks up her journal and writes something]

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[She continues to write, extra-curvy t's and i's, and big dots above the i's.]

Has anyone ever wondered what forces control the universe? Do things happen because they are supposed to, or is it happenstance?

( six )

Aug. 5th, 2010 09:10 am
[identity profile] regulare.livejournal.com
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So... [ tap tap tap ] Does anyone here need a sparring partner? Great distraction you know, sparring—well training in general really. [ is he taking Hades' advice? GASP NO WAY, he'd never do such a thing... never ever ] I mean swinging your sword around in the air is good, but nothing really beats fighting against an actual opponent right?

[ tap tap--oh right ]

Hey John? You still out there? Way to go Alistair, completely forget until now. Grunt or yell or something if you are. [ bro where are you, my sanity needs you bro ]
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[personal profile] dontpatr0nizeme
[Okay, now this was annoying.  Very frustrating.  And absolute bullshit.

He'd been minding his own business.  Just sleeping where he'd been hiding away.  And what happens?  The castle puts him back inside that cage he was in the first day and leaves it someplace other than his room.  The lobby to be exact, not that he's really able to tell.

To make it better, the lid is weighted shut, and there's nothing to eat inside the cage.  The journal is close enough to be sending the extremely loud fussing that he's making now.  As well as the thumps of him hitting the lid in an attempt to get loose.

Oh, and we can't forget the little sign on the cage.  "My name is Washington. I'm a Yellow-banded Poison Dart Frog.'"]

(OOC:  Journal comments and in person findings welcome.)

One...

Aug. 5th, 2010 01:49 pm
[identity profile] handsthathelp.livejournal.com
[Well this was new. The chair she had ducked behind a second ago hadn't been leather or nearly this large. Penny blinked in surprise and made her way out from behind the comfortable looking, winged monstrosity.

A library? Libraries were among her favorite places but it was a bit disorienting to suddenly find herself in one without warning.

She stepped into the room proper for a look around. No people, no camera crew, no heroes or villains...

Just books.

The human brain did that sometimes, right? In times of extreme stress the mind would just go somewhere else? She'd heard about that once. Or maybe she had just hit her head really, really hard.

Either way, she must be dreaming.

Conclusion reached, she examined the books on the nearest shelf (none familiar) before an open, handwritten one sitting on a small side table caught her eye. She flipped through a few pages before realizing something.
]

Hey, I thought you weren't supposed to be able to read in dreams...?
[identity profile] daddyhost.livejournal.com
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[It seemed so many of his friends had been affected by horrors recently, and the mood of the castle was distressed. Dramatic as he could be, Tamaki truly did care about all of those around him, and to see so much true pain made his heart ache.

Slipping to the lobby, where there was a sudden convenient Grand Piano, the Host King sat himself down and begin to play. Losing himself in the melody, fingers soft over the keys, he let the music flow around him to soothe his own soul and any listening.]




[The journals are open, and the boy is in plain view in the lobby, please feel free to overhear and talk to the pianist.]


[ooc: Utterly open! Tamaki loves all CR, come and bother him :3]
[identity profile] ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com
Priscilla is gone. There's one less monster in Paradisa in today, but I'm sure another will take her place soon enough.

How fortunate that my attention won't be divided anymore. [Hello, Riful.]

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Fifth

Aug. 5th, 2010 06:13 pm
[identity profile] mademyownpath.livejournal.com
[For those taking a stroll around the castle gardens today, they might come across a cowboy...picking flowers seemingly at random. Every now and again, he pauses to look worriedly at the bouquet he has in one of his hands...before he distractedly picks another to add to it.

He carefully steps onto some grass away from the pretty flowers to open his journal with his free hand
]

...Is anybody else feeling [he pauses to stare at the flowers in his hand] ...strange today?

[[ooc: Loss start! Open or journal, have at!]]
[identity profile] heliotroping.livejournal.com
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[After being so absentminded and almost healed up, Django's in the kitchen, peeling himself some more fruit like he always does. It's only after he's done peeling one that he realizes he just peeled a potato]

...

[he's staring at it in confusion. After a while, he pulls out his journal and throws it on the table, never taking his eyes off the potato]

...Is it bad that after all this time here... I just realized I never learned how to cook...?

[he'll take your answer over journal or in person, just don't expect him to let go of that potato just yet]

028

Aug. 5th, 2010 07:18 pm
[identity profile] givingchase.livejournal.com
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[Someone is walking the puppy today! Or, uh, it looks like it, anyway. Half the time Sora is running around looking for him, and the other half he's got him trapped in his arms. But there are a few times when he stops to look around, then walks into the forest... then comes out a few minutes later. Huh. Wonder what's up?]

[[ooc: OPEN POST is for ROXAS but ANYONE ELSE SHOULD COME OVER AND GET BEFRIENDED. Please feel free to run into him on the castle grounds or in the forest!]]
[identity profile] lessthanstelar.livejournal.com
[You know what this castle needs more of? Girly shrieking. Have some.

In the meantime, there's a flaily loli in green short shorts in the lobby who most certainly was not there before]


Wha-- I--

Of all the weird things for it to-- Gyaaaaaaaaa!!!
[identity profile] excalibured.livejournal.com
ExpandWisely; )

[It's pretty much a terrible idea for the Prince of Camelot to become bored, with no one easily at hand for company. He trains every morning, and there's such a thing as over kill. So what to do instead?

He's scaling the walls of Cair Paradisa, with absolutely no protective gear, save for a pair of leather gloves on his hands. He does stuff like this in canon because he's insane. He doesn't at all seem interested in looking into any windows or going anywhere more specific than up. Try not to startle him too badly
]
[identity profile] nullifiedqueen.livejournal.com
This is not what I expected when we were finally able to open the door and leave the dorm. What could have possibly done--

[There’s a pause like she’s coming to terms with this new place. She was in some kind of bedroom, and she's looking around in confusion. Next time she talked, she’s straightforward and to the point now, the sound of her heels hitting the ground faint in the background.]

This book I found with my name in it. It seems to be some form of communication?

[A pause as she flips through the notebook.]

Can anyone hear me on this? If so, does anyone know of Port Island? Someone here must have heard of it. Also, any more information about this place would be greatly appreciated.

[A short pause and the sound of her walking has stopped as a door opens and she examines the outside.]

This door has my name on it as well.

[She starts walking again.]

...Another shadow? No, that's impossible.
[identity profile] fiveby-five.livejournal.com
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[Filtered away from Griffith and those who might run their mouths to him]

Haven't been checking this thing much. This Griffith guy. He still a threat?

[/filter]

[meanwhile, in the dead of night, Faith is on the roof, one leg swinging off the side. The plan is to chain smoke, but--]

Damn, where the hell's my lighter?

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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