6 Quarters

[noneckchump.livejournal.com]

Hey what happens around the holidays in this place? Nothin' freaky right?

( Wybie, Coraline )

[[3]]

[nocushywill.livejournal.com]

( [Sam] )

(no subject)

[merriment.livejournal.com]

When the day comes when we are made to give thanks, may I ask what we are meant to be thankful for? Is it something general or specific? I understand that there is going to be a grand feast! I would feel terrible if I was not thankful for the proper thing.

A lady should always be prepared.

[ murmured to herself, but she's still got the journal open ] Perhaps I should write all of my questions down? It must be annoying to hear so many from me so frequently..

Twenty Buttons

[explorationist.livejournal.com]

( Wybie )

fifth twist of the coil

[thisisprogress.livejournal.com]

PARADISA!!!

Fear the dawn of your greatest enemy! It is I, Nikola Tesla, the harbringer of the end of the world as you know it! I have come to claim what is rightfully mine: this castle! HahahahaHA! 

In a few hours time, I shall deploy my Tesla coils and giant robots all over the building and show you what true power feels like! Just try and stop me. Really. You all will fail horribly, because there is no one greater than me! If you are so foolish to stand in my way, then you shall feel the burn of my iron fist. Fear, Paradisa!

FEARRRRRR!!!

[A pause, and suddenly, his next comment sounds pretty sane, for once.]

Oh, yeah, and I'm still working on your thing, Lucy. I'll probably finish it after I get all this done, alright?

[And he's just going to cackle to himself as he continues to try to build an actual Tesla coil in the middle of the lobby with random wires he wished up. Just so you know, this is Lorne's fault. Feel free to comment or try to stop him. He'll fail horribly at his sudden urge for castle domination, anyways.]

[Open!]

[mullet-wonder.livejournal.com]

Who: Nightwing (mullet_wonder) and whoever would like to join him
What: Exploring his loss
When: Way too long after he arrived to be considered anything but avoidance
Where: The rooftop
Rating: PG? -ish? Will raise it if necessary.

( He flew through the air with the greatest of ease . . .  )

❀ twenty-one unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

Anyone that is anyone has to know Lorne, and his anniversary is coming up soon! Because the castle tends to go a teeny bit crazy around those sort of days, I had the brilliant idea to have a Pre-Anniversary-Party Party!!

[a beat] And I do mean it that way. Because this is a party for the before the party.

It's totally logical.

Anyway! It's going to be tonight! So, please, if you want to have a fun time and avoid whatever the castle might do to Lorney Toons on his actual anniversary, don't be a lame-o, show up tonight!!

I'm even getting off from work early to help decorate it! It's themed!!



[eta: this is jotted into her entry by hand] (It's Lorne's 2 Years in Paradisa Anniversary) [/end of the jotted in note]


[TF is still tackling tags in Lorne's first post, but if you would like to get some face-time with the Big Green Guy, in order to build up to the "destiny" then this'll be you're second chance. There are a few sections here, that are specific to Harmony, but beyond that - feel free to make your own thread into this party event and have some fun!! Mingle!]

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

( [private] )

Is there anyone else here who's never gone home temporarily? I don't mean you idiots running around like headless chickens that have just gotten here, but people who have been here for years.

(no subject)

[paradisamods]

[Come dawn, the strange tubular creatures had drifted and climbed up into the trees again, "docking" in the leaves as bulbs once more.

The forest is patchy, breaking up in places and letting sunshine filter through during the day. Deeper in the forest, there is still no wildlife, save the little bulbs above. It's a fairly easy walk, as the wide spaces between the trees leave plenty of room to maneuver. The grassy forest floor is clean, too, as if it is manicured regularly so that all the debris and leaves are brushed under the shade of bushels.

There's still no sign of anything until...

The gate.]



OOC:
SCHEDULE POST

Comment sections:
The Gate
Stone Golems
A Signpost
A Messenger

#007

[sonoflothar.livejournal.com]

[Poof. After spending what felt like forever transformed into a potted plant in his room, damn the castle, Turalyon is suddenly back to human shape and absolutely livid. The last thing he remembers as a person is some kid with red hair asking him if he'd seen Alleria...]

What's going on here? Where are the people that have disappeared?

filtered to allies at the castle;

[luthored.livejournal.com]

[ obviously this is made so everyone on the expedition can see it as well! message is written; ]

I'm sure you already saw Kat's update last night. Today we found a clearing with some points of interest. There were large statues with symbols etched into them and a gate standing by itself. Next to it was a bell and a sign with the following message:

PRIVATE PROPERTY
To all uninvited guests:
please ring the bell to
speak to a messenger.
Thank you.

After a vote, we rung the bell and the gate opened to reveal a [ pause. hnngh so weird ] talking cat walking on it's hind legs. He introduced himself as Goldfleck, and said that his Mistress had been expecting us. [ edited in after Akihiko's comment ]: Her name is Flora, apparently.

When we looked into the gate, we could see an entire village in a giant tree. It was obviously a portal of some kind, since you couldn't see anything when walking around to the other side. People seemed pretty suspicious at first, but it was agreed that there was no point to turn back after coming this far.

Nearly everyone went in after him, but Kat agreed some of us should stay out here in case anything goes wrong, so currently we're split up and waiting to find out what's going on.

¤ 9 - The new lesson

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[it has been a rare thing since showing up at Paradisa, but Zuko is focused. Shut away in his room meditating, focusing on his breathing, concentrating on finding harmony with himself and with his element... which currently happens to be wheat. No really. He tried running through his breathing exercises in the presence of fire like usual, and it didn't work. So...instead of candles before him, he has a stack of pancakes.

...And it would be going great, if there wasn't this incessant...tinny...nagging...chirp. There is a cricket. Somewhere in his room. Who won't shut up.

He tries, he really does. But it's worse than the dripping of a leaky faucet. ...He finally can't take it anymore, as his concentration cracks]

--Shhh!

[and, cue the sound of crackers spontaneously clattering to the floor!]