✘ twelfth

[reshaper.livejournal.com]

( julian keller (room filter) )

( ladies night out (sofia, elektra, yukari )

( midnight participants )

Oookay, so I've been thinking about this for a month or so. Basically? I'm stuck in a weird castle with nothing to do until I get back home. I can wait until something unexpected happens and enjoy the vacation while it lasts. I'm all for mini vacations and all but I'm actually starting to go pretty stir crazy here. I can only play so many video games before things start to seem repetitive.

I don't exactly live in the city so I wouldn't even know where to start as far as looking, so I was hoping maybe someone could help me out a little. I'm kind of looking for a job! .. Before you say anything else? While I'm good with people I'm also kinda silver. .. Like literally. That's not really something you throw on your resume, right? I know I don't really need a job or anything here but it could be fun, right? I mean, that way? I can have a little extra money on the side for special occasions or something without having to ask the castle.

.. Oh, jeez, I don't even have a formal resume or anything. I'm not picky! I mean, I'm a quick learner and I'd like to consider myself a people person. Back home, you just drove around town filling out apps and dropping them off but here? I have no idea. Now that I've probably made myself look like a total dork..

I didn't get to say it sooner, but thanks for the Christmas gifts! You know who you are.

☢THIRTY-FIVE

[unhands.livejournal.com]

[ Julian is standing outside the castle, holding a robotic arm prosthetic in his hands. he's staring down at it before chucking it high into the air, pointing his hands at them.

there's a brilliant streak of green as the TK blast explodes the arm into a million little robotic pieces. the other one, he'll deal with in a different way. ]

Stupid castle.

[ anddd picking up his journal now as he's walking away from the raining robot parts ]

Need a haircut. Any suggestions?

[ OPEN ACTION OR JOURNALLLLL. as always. :3c aaand late evening. ]

♥ 010

[heartstoblend.livejournal.com]

( Riku )

( Sora )

[Kairi is currently sitting in the lobby of the castle, having picked up Sora's habit of doodling in the margins on her journal. Honestly, she's just glad to be somewhere that isn't her and her friend's room right now, she's spent too much time there since December.

As she draws, little pictures of stars, sea shells, and other things adorn the page. If you want to comment, go right ahead. Or run into her as she sits in a big comfy chair on the main floor. Up to you.

Totally open.]

First Meow

[causticat.livejournal.com]

[He knew this wasn't his world, such had been obvious as soon as he'd opened his eyes. Not the Old Kingdom, and certainly not Ancelstierre. No stench of Free Magic and no heady thrill of his collar almost removed again so that he might...

No Kerrigor and no Abhorsen. Just him, a rather odd looking Charter Sending, and a journal. Not a cat to ever underestimate the power of books, he had made sure to acquaint himself with the one kindly left with his name on it before doing anything else.

The sound of a bell echoed over the journals, strangely dissonant as though its sound was meant for someone else, a toll of warning as a small white cat took up a perch in the lobby and watched the passersby with seeming disinterest while taking up an entire couch.]

[ooc: Open! Come and pet Mogget, or tell him to get his tiny white cat ass off the couch.]

03 [open]

[swordprayer.livejournal.com]

<sub>[It didn't take Anastasia too long to figure out that her room was on the same floor as the music room. If anything, it probably took half a day after her arrival, after curiosity drove her to explore the castle a bit more. So today, if you're passing the music room, or even over the journals, Anastasia has decided to take up playing the violin again. She hasn't played in awhile, and it shows at times, but otherwise? She's fairly decent; she'd been playing for years before what happened back home happened, after all.

Feel free to stop by, or ask her over the journals to play something... or just talk about music? Whatever one might feel like doing, anyway.]</sub>

☆ eight.

[blasthigh.livejournal.com]

( [ Filtered to Jono ] )

( [ Filtered to Lorne ] )

[ he's outside, walking around, enjoying that fresh air, even though he's cold. he ducks his nose under the high collar of his leather jacket. ]

Christ... is winter over already. [ he's just mumbling to himself now, the heat from his breath warming his face a little. ]

Warcraft Cast now rules this place, it seems.

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

Who:  liadrin 
What: Miscalculations are troubling things that lead to even more troubling discoveries.
When: January 7th, at about 3:15 am
Where: Liadrin's room
Rating: About as PG as sunshine and rainbows, even if the log is pretty much the exact opposite.

( Let the countdown begin... )

(no subject)

[optimystically.livejournal.com]

Everyone, listen up!

I know not everyone's worlds have video cameras, but I'm going to be making a kind of home video of Paradisa! You know, my favorite places to go, people I know, all that stuff.

When I'm done, I'm going to write my name on the tape, and then I'm going to hide it under that one squishy chair with a tiny hole in the seat cushion in the lobby. Either that, or inside the grand piano in the music room... I haven't decided which.

So the idea is, if I ever leave Paradisa and then come back later, I need someone to remind me where I hid the video tape, so that I can find it again. Also, if anyone else wants to make tapes, you can share my hiding spot. Maybe if more people hide a tape, and more people remember, we'll all be able to find them again.

Oh, and I"m also open to suggestions for other good places to hide the tape.

[aaaaaand true to her word, she's already out and filming. So if you're out and about in Paradisa? expect and incoming Maya with video camera in hand in 3... 2....]

waiting on the world to change

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[Filtered Away From First-Generation & Hostiles]

[dictated cheerfully, amidst rummaging]

Good morning, everyone! Fifth Doctor, speaking. I trust you've all received your lovely little presents from Miss Flora and Goldfleck. Personally, I'm extremely curious about the extent of their charging power, so I'll be taking the TARDIS out to the edge of the Dead Zone to do some testing on little appliances I've got lying about. If any of you feel like joining me, I'll be leaving in half an hour or so .... you can meet me in Room 1102, as per usual.


[Tony Stark... and any other scientists familiar with metallurgy and synthesis]

I don't suppose there are any theories on how we could synthesize something like this?

[clearly, open like an open thing!]

5: .... feeling REALLY stupid. (OPEN)

[terrorwhatflaps.livejournal.com]

((OOC: ... the mun would like to point out that she totally forgot that that's the fifth instance of "I am..." in the dramatic entrances, and is dying laughing right now))

Morning dawns on Paradisa, winter wonderland for wayward worldly wanderers, and the first rays of sunlight find Darkwing Duck once again in persistent pursuit of the elusive malicious marshmallow with a taste for wallets...

Surely, the sinister saccharine must have a lair somewhere ... [he's pacing circles around the lobby - the initial scene of the crime - trying to figure out where, exactly, the Jigglypuff that stole Conrad's wallet might be lurking. then his eyes fall on the door to the basement ...]

....Saaaaaay. Wasn't that the door that was covered in gears and led to all that candy? Thaaaaaat's IT! O-ho-hooo, why didn't I see it before?! That's GOT to be its hideout!

[armed with his gas-gun and magnifying glass, DW starts making his way down the stairs ... and the further he goes, the more he's aware that --]

Wow. We're sure not in Candyland anymore. ... BUT. Let me run through my checklist of heinous hideout hallmarks! [he pulls a list from his pocket - yes, it's even laminated - and starts reading off of it]

Ominous atmosphere? Check. Lack of windows to conceal suspicious activity? Check. Large foreboding door up ahead? Cheeeeeee-yeck. Looks like it's high time for Darkwing Duck to get dangerous.

[he smirks to himself and pulls out a smoke bomb, lobbing it to a comfortable distance from the door. once it's started letting out torrents of blue smoke, he'll sneak up and stand in the cloud]

I am the terror ... that flaps in the night! I am the battering ram at the gates of villainy! I... am DARKWIIIIINNNNNG ---

[at this, he rushes forward out of the cloud, and promptly hits the Peace Patrol's forcefield with a decisive WHUMP.]



..... ouch.

Mask 003

[chrgin-my-sword.livejournal.com]

Okay, so...

I could sit here and talk about how I lost my journal. I could explain how I got stone cold wasted and wound up stapling it to the ceiling with my sword. I could fucking talk about the monkey bullshit I went through getting it back down. But I'm not. Consider this a noodle incident or some shit.

Instead, I wanna talk about my bar! Which is my bar again. Unfortunately, my gal Del ain't here no more, a damn shame really. She had class. And legs.

Anyways, since she's gone, it's all mine again. And now that I'm back in control, I'm doing a big fucking hiring push for The DeathMatch.

So if you wanna get in on the best place in town...err...castle, lemme know. I need me tenders and bouncers, and if you can do both, well you're even better. Act now, cause I ain't looking for too many people...at least I don't think so.

Who's currently working for me right now again?

020

[saikyou-saiaku.livejournal.com]

[oh goodness gracious.

Were you decent? If you were not, there is still time for you to hide behind the nearest piece of furniture. Unless you are outside, then it can't be helped.

Because, right as you would be getting something done, there is a new presence showing up out of nowhere, looking just as bemused and surprised at realizing that this is certainly not where she had intended to be going]

[ooc: loss start! Open as ever. Please note your character's activity and location when tagging to make things easier on us both.]

(no subject)

[impermissible.livejournal.com]

My new year's resolution?

...is to help you all break yours.

[Chuckles, stepping out to walk around to gaze at that silly duck pond yet again, studying the water, ice... what have you... and proceeding to light a cigarette.]

Seems promising enough.

_{(ooc. backdated to when it was relevant; my new year's resolution is to be better with zeke tags /hugs him foreverrrr)}

(no subject)

[protecteurdelac.livejournal.com]

[written]

If anyone could recommend any collections of poetry you find to be a worthwhile read, it would be much appreciated.

[And while he waits for answers, he'll just be sitting on the roof, sword at his side, journal on his lap. Hopefully he'll get some good reads 8D but feel free to bother him in person, too!]

$2 -- dicated;

[exdemon]

[All of a sudden, a high pitched scream comes out of the journal.]

What happened to the money?

[Anyone who happens to walk into Anya's room will see her holding some candy paper money with chocolate coins spilled onto her bed. She'd asked the castle for it, thinking some nice cash would make her feel better about not being home. But the moment she touched the money, it had changed.

...guess who just discovered her loss?]

¿ 7 spooky demon things ?

[mr-stealthypnts.livejournal.com]

[sometime this morning have a Xander roaming the halls. He's kinda been keeping to himself since Anya showed up. Partially because he might be avoiding her slightly, and partially because...well, it's given him a lot more to think about. This makes him not his usual cheerful Xander self.]

[as he walks his journal taps against his leg, maybe a bit incessantly. Sorry for the annoying noise. When he gets to where he's going, the game room, he'll finally stop that and bring the journal up to his chest. He finds somewhere to sit down and plops there, his legs stretching out]

So hey....um, whoever got me gifts? Thanks. You didn't have to. They were nice, though. Shiny and...fruity and....you know. Good. Good, good gifts of Christmas....

And....sorry if I, uh...disturbed anyone on New Year's. I mean...my neighbors. [as in, if you were near room 1116 you miiight have heard his drunken singing of TV show theme songs. His journal was shut though, so only people nearby might have been subjected. He was wallowing a bit.]

Yeah. Sorry.

[and....that was all he really needed to say today, so he'll put the journal aside and look around. He wants to play a game, but he's lacking the motivation at the moment. Give him a minute and he might go play.]

03

[apocashrriipp.livejournal.com]

(OOC Backdated to the morning of the 6th)

[Paige is sat on the broad window ledge in the library. Her journal is amongst the books she is surrounded by. Somehow this place feels...important to her. Not that she can remember the last time she was even in a library--never had much opportunity for it--but that's beside the point. She is there. She is wrapped up for the weather, a thick green sweater, at least another layer of clothing beneath that and a pair of dark jeans.]

[And she has a bottle of beer. Apparently it's never too early.]

Shrriipp!

[Paige tears a layer of skin off her hand, throwing it on the floor by her feet. Where her hand had been, there's that bottle opener again. There is the sound of a bottle being opened. She discards the lid, too.]

Ah'll admit it.

[Ah at last, she speaks!]

Ah'm jealous. Who the heck has time to read all this stuff?

(Open for bothering!}

Twenty Four Frogs

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

A new year... no doubt we've got any number of tragedies waiting to catch us unawares. My sincerest apologies to you poor unfortunates who've recently found yourselves here. Do try to keep your chins up, though. There's plenty of reason to despair, I suppose...but seeing as we've no way of escaping it, we must try to make the best of things, mmm?

[Puddleglum didn't really have anything against winter. It was the season with Christmas, after all, and no one could complain about Christmas. But it did make doing things outside much harder. He usually tried anyway, cooking over an open fire outside. Adding extra layers before trudging up to the roof to watch the stars. But some days were just too cold for that.

Which is why, tonight, he's using the kitchen to cook up some kind of seafood dish. It's not that it smells bad, per se. If you like seafood, it might even smell pretty good. But, like it or not, there is a distinct, fishy smell that's slowly permeating the entire kitchen (and possibly working its way to other parts of the first floor)]

018;

[nishimono.livejournal.com]

[ Those out at night, those wandering aimlessly between town and the castle might catch the sight of a dark-haired girl in a simple white dress walking barefoot through the snow. Certainly she doesn't look like a threat...unless you're familiar with the description of one Riful of the West.

She's headed into town--or at least towards it anyway, though her real goal? Is the castle, and the giant crystal erected in the courtyard. ]


[ ooc; OPEN. OPEN, SO OPEN. Feel free to run into her anywhere on her route or stalk from afar--she isn't looking for direct contact and she's already eaten...there's just a bit blood on her hands and feet :D; REALLY SHE'S JUST CURIOUS ABOUT THE CRYSTAL EVERYONE WAS TALKING ABOUT. gurl has no plans to cause....copious amounts of trouble :>c ]

⚔ Second strike

[unlivingson.livejournal.com]

[After spending some time reading through the strange journal that the castle provided for him, Thassarian gets...restless. He doesn't mind waiting, as long as he's waiting for something. This sitting about just won't do. He checks his armour and straps on his swords. After a moment's hesitation, he takes the journal with him, heads into the lobby, and strides out of the castle doors with a look of resolute purpose.

Even though he really has little idea where he is going.]

[OOC: Open! Feel free to come and pester the death knight.]

☾o19.

[bedninja]

( Zelman's Mansion Filter )

c-c-c-combo breaker!

[leadthedance.livejournal.com]

Who: Gino Weinberg
What: Discovering Nunnally's leaving and related thoughts of the blonde knight
When: Night of January 7
Where: 14th floor / Gino's room (1405)
Rating: G for Gino

( It was a bittersweet thing. )

Log 003 // Information

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1nf0rm4t10n g4th3r3d 4b0ut unkn0wn S3rv3r:

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3) D4t4 w4s r3m0v3d fr0m m3 by unkn0wn h4ck3r. Un4bl3 t0 d3t3rm1n3 s0urc3, but PC Layla h4s 1d3nt1f13d ‘P4r4d1s4’ 4s th3 0n3 r3sp0ns1bl3. Th1s 1s n0t 4n 3v3nt. M0r3 1nf0rm4t10n 1s r3qu1r3d. F1l3 cr34t3d ‘Paradisa – Losses’.

4) Unsur3 1f D4t4 Dr41n w1ll 3ff3ct S3rv3r. W1ll run 4 f3w t3sts t0 d3t3rm1n3 1f 1t 1s p0ss1bl3.

5) 1t3m ‘Bubbl3gum’ 1s fun t0 us3. R3st0r3 T4st3 Funct10ns s00n.

[added in later, almost like a footnote.]

V0c4l r3st0r4t10n: 8% (L4ngu4g3: 3ngl1sh)


[ooc: Kite hasn't figured out that people can read what he writes in the journal.]

(no subject)

[newgothamoracle.livejournal.com]

[Barbara is wandering the corridors, slipping home-made thank you cards through the doors of everyone who left her a present; clipped inside each is a packet of mint hot chocolate

as she goes, she hums; a soft, strange little melody that drifts in and of tune

the open journal in her lap picks it up easily]