Jan. 12th, 2011

[identity profile] rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com
ExpandYork and Eunice )

[Jay's heading down to the firing range with his Christmas present. He hasn't had the pleasure of playing with this gun for quite a while and he's really looking forward to seeing if she's just as good as she is back home.]

((ooc: Open to the firing range :D, come see the boy play with his new toy (a la icon)))
[identity profile] deadelfwalking.livejournal.com
[Koltira's actually sitting in the center of the frozen pond with the journal on his lap. Byfrost glows ominously on the ice beside him, and one might wonder how the pond's surface is strong enough to support Koltira and his weapon's considerable weight. It seems that a chilling aura is actually emanating from his body, keeping the ice unusually strong and thick.]
ExpandLiadrin. )

ExpandThassarian. )

Looks like everyone is safe now. I wonder if that thing's parts are of any use. I'm no gnome or goblin, so I wouldn't know.
[identity profile] btrthingstodo.livejournal.com
[Nathanos was not what one might term a 'happy camper' in the best of circumstances. That he had turned a corner in the Undercity and suddenly found himself in this mysterious place made him even more cantankerous than usual. Added to this was the lack of his usual weapons.

Oh well. He still had hands and they worked fine as murder tools. As he hurriedly scurried across the open space towards one of the corners, the better to hide himself, he tripped. He couldn't remember the last time he had tripped and he let out a muffled curse.]


--Uther's balls!

[He glared at the source of his troubles, a journal (over which his exuberant curse had been sent). He scooped the thing up and jammed it loosely into a pocket as he hurried to duck behind one of the couches, peering around the furniture as he waited for someone to ambush and beat some answers out of to arrive.]

[[OOC: Nathanos has arrived and the post is open. There's a creepy zombie dude lurking in your lobby, hiding behind your furniture, Paradisa. Feel free to poke him. He'll poke back. ]]
[identity profile] gotcharm.livejournal.com
ExpandFilter: People She Talked To On New Years Eve )

So, I heard something about there being a clinic here. Does anyone know much how you sign up to help out? I've had enough of sitting on my hands, and I'd like to help out.

[there's a rustling... someone is pulling out a mirror out of a little makeup bag when there's a clattering noise] Ah- crap, I mean... Never mind.[sigh, someone is in the lobby picking up makeup as it rolls everywhere, come help a girl out?]
[identity profile] ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com
Expand[Nill] )

... a belated thank you to those who sent me Christmas gifts. I appreciate the thought.

[Teresa's sitting around in the lobby, a plate of toast on the low table in front of her. Yeah, that's right--she knows how to use the toaster without breaking it.

She hasn't touched it, though.]


I don't have any particular dislike of this season, but I can't say I'm not looking forward towards it ending. This winter feels longer than the others.

[[ooc: very open, journal or otherwise :) ]]
[identity profile] f-ck-your-fish.livejournal.com
[there's a soft sigh blown across the pages of the journal, as Eunice lounges in the music room with her morning tea, looking out the window across to the field where the Koilos was dismantled yesterday]

I guess three-hundred and forty-nine days isn' quite as big a deal as fifteen hundred, is it, in th' scheme of things.

[she drums her fingers against the table, and there's quiet for a moment as she collects her thoughts]

Whenever somethin' like what happened yesterday goes down, there's always an hour or two afterward where I get all up on myself for not gettin' involved, for not doin' something. Especially now that we've got that little pain-in-the-ass yellin' at us over the journal every week. Kid, wherever the hell you are, do us all a favor and eat a bar of soap. No one wants to hear your fuckin' filthy language.

[she chuckles to herself] ... But I'm gettin' off track. I guess my point is, I was FBI back home, and I've been thinkin' that there ain't an awful lotta FBI-type stuff here to keep an eye on, lately. But ... really, s'that such a bad thing? Means that for the most part, we're all behavin' ourselves. It's the castle itself, and all those ... "Outsiders" or whatever they're called, makin' most of the trouble. And that's more've a job for you Peace Patrol folks. And you do a hell of a job of it, I gotta say.

That bein' said, if you ever need the hand of a girl who's a good shot with a pistol and has one helluva eye for detail, you just let ol' Eunice Bloom know.

[Agent Booth]

How you settlin' in, handsome?

[Paul]

.... You got a minute?

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Jan. 12th, 2011 10:57 am
[identity profile] fanfrickntastic.livejournal.com
ExpandThe Newt's room )

[Added later]

ExpandBarney )

[Added even later than that]

ExpandAgent Booth )

((ooc: Guess who's still on a loooooooooss))

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Jan. 12th, 2011 01:46 pm
[identity profile] devilmarked.livejournal.com
Some metal monster of nightmare inducing proportions shows up, gets ripped apart and we all go back to sitting on our asses. [ snort, rolling his eyes as he opens his fifth beer of the hour and twentieth box of pizza of the day. ]

Don't ever change, you crazy fucks.

[ well, someone is feeling might sarcastic and bitter today. ]
[identity profile] loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com
[Filtered to current residents]

Ok, Robosaurus aside, I think there's something we need to address as a group: namely those too-good-to-be-true gifts from Mother Hubbard and Garfield that let us operate gizmos in the Dead Zone.

I know we have scientists taking a look a them to try and figure out how they work (and if now isn't the time for some kind of miracle of reverse engineering, I don't know what is), but I think there's reason to be concerned about how she just so happened to send one for all of us.  According to reports from Mineas Well, Flora claimed her own powers stem from her magical covenant with the Tree she inhabits, and that she had no idea how the people in armored suits managed to make tech work.  Her suggestion was that they'd also made a contract with some natural source of power like the Tree.  She told Jr. that she'd never thought about replicating electricity or technology because it doesn't exist in her own world.  Does anyone else think it's a little shady that she was suddenly able to mass produce a bunch of these?  

I'm not saying we shouldn't trust her - we don't have any real evidence yet that she means anything but good, but I don't know how I feel about all of us throwing on some mystical piece of jewelry that might have some kind of auxiliary function we don't know about.  They could be trackers, or mind controllers or who knows what, and the bottom line is I don't think we should go around wearing them other than when it's necessary until we know for sure.  It seems like giving them to us is encouraging us to go out in the Dead Zone, when according to Zexion, the hostile First Gens may have declared hunting season on castle residents roaming around.  If she just wanted us to come visit her, the crystal should have been enough.  So either she's completely on our side, and wants us to not show fear in the face of their big bully threats, which I can get behind more or less, or there's some piece to the puzzle we're missing here and we should proceed with caution.

Also, I'm working on adding all the info from Zexion and Mineas Well to my report on the Dead Zone, so you can expect that in the next week or two.  Newbies, school yourselves.

ExpandRaine Sage )
[identity profile] payback.livejournal.com
ExpandYoshiya Kiryu; )

[Anyone who was here for the first loss in which Rin was forced to meow might recognize the tenor of this complaint now. Rin's meows are raspy, plaintive, and hard to ignore. She's... pretty confused, at the moment.]

... Mya? Ffft...

Nya.

[Her journal is sitting closed on a couch in the lobby. Rin, reduced to dainty catform, is skittering around the couches, working out what just happened.

Loss start! People who wanted to be catted straightaway can hit Rin up here, or we can arrange something later. Feline transformed residents will be depowered and able to communicate with each other but not with humans (at least not easily). I'll have another bit of planning post up tonight! ♥
]
[identity profile] lord-wizard.livejournal.com
ExpandAll those Felix spoke to about the magic council before )

ExpandResidents with magic or magic-like abilities )

ExpandPenny - written )

[Felix sets the journal aside with a sigh. He sits on a curved bench up against the wall in the circular lobby of the headquarters, the french doors nearby thrown wide to let in the light that glints off the new mosaic floor. He smiles to himself at having nearly finished, and at the thought of the research that was ahead of him. He head tilts to the side, gazing at his co-chair somewhere nearby.]

So, Ashura, what do you think of our new home?
[identity profile] autophoenix.livejournal.com
So how weird do you think it would be if I said I was kinda happy about how that whole day 1500 thing went? I mean, everybody teaming up and taking care of it. Maybe I just haven't gotten myself out of the happy holiday buzz yet, but it's just good to see everyone working together for a common goal.

Okay, yeah, definitely sounds weird. But my points stands.

Expand lois and akihiko  )

Expand cassie sandsmark  )

[ooc; hiatus? what hiatus? i'm pain med free so i should just be slow instead of ... loopy as shit.]

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Jan. 12th, 2011 04:57 pm
wereall_addicts: ([text] bugger)
[personal profile] wereall_addicts
Expand[Town Filter] )

[looks up at him again] Are you sure you should be up there?

I'm fine, Soph. I've got the skill of a ballerina. Anyway, just get on his case. Not like you're not good at th- [and he steps on a lace and stumbles. He tries to catch himself, his arms are flailing at his sides, but he just loses his balance completely and tips off the edge of the fountain. There might be a bit of a scream as he tumbles towards Sophie..] WHOAAAAA!!

[flails a bit with him and tries to catch his weight, but they both wind up tumbling to the ground with a shriek]

[he may be skinny, but he's built enough. Landing on her can't be good. The wind is knocked out of him and he bounces a bit, hitting his head on the ground. It's a loud thunk sound. He's out.]

[the back of her head hits the ground as well and she's out just as soon as it happens, her head flopping to the side as it happens]

[Black is Sophie, Green is Hardison, feel free to find them!]

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Jan. 12th, 2011 05:35 pm
[identity profile] unuuu.livejournal.com


[Unaware residents of Paradisa might just have the joy of running into, well-

How exactly to put this?

Ah, yes, a buck-naked little boy simply roaming the floors whichever way he so chooses.]


--Have to let my clothes hang to dry. Unu! [dsklfsj HE HAS NO IDEA REALLY WHAT IS A LAUNDRY ROOM EVEN]

Maybe, while I'm waiting, I can try and find those "royal people" again. Ohhhh, maybe even a dragon!

[identity profile] icarustattoo.livejournal.com
[Since Christmas, Brock has noticed something kind of weird going on in Paradisa. Well, weirder. It seems as though after the mindfuck that was those Christmas dreams, some people have had gifts turn up. Like, from the castle. Or some kind of mystery benefactor, which is maybe just as worse.

He is presently in the kitchen, writing some notes to himself, and takes a brief break to dictate into the journal.]


So. Who actually got something from home for Christmas? Or whatever weird winter holiday you celebrate on your planet.

I don't mean if somebody you know from home got you something here. I mean, did something weird just show up for anybody?

[And he'll continue writing to himself, keeping an eye on that page for any responses in the meantime.]

ExpandFiltered to Gathers's SPHINX agents (which is to say, Brock himself, since nobody else is here) )

[ooc. open over the journal or in the kitchen~]
[identity profile] mmm-paradise.livejournal.com
[... well, he can't hide in his room forever (well, he could, but the growing frustration he has against his gardevoir for being able to get all the most honest answers from him was frankly driving him nuts). in any case, joshua made the trek up to the castle and is currently puttering around in the music room, bouncing around from instrument to instrument until he finds himself back at the piano. it was odd, now that he thought about it. he hadn't touched a piano in almost two years. odd and uncharacteristically sentimental.

well. all he had to do was avoid ravels and he should be okay.

he plays the quiet beginning part of the winter wind, then changes his mind and starts off on this. he happens to have put a pile of books on top of his journal, but that's no reason for it not to flop open. have a bit of music over the journal, para. :D]


[[ooc: open! joshua is still being affected by his truth loss, and if anyone else needs to get in on it i can always throw up one more.]]

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Jan. 12th, 2011 06:31 pm
[identity profile] blorks.livejournal.com
[The thought of losing something is disconcerting to Guido, it's not like he has a lot to lose in the first place, and trying to find out exactly WHAT it is he's lost is harder than he thought. So he's scribbling this list in his journal]

Powers ✔
Amazing yo-yo skills [A pause then a 'thwwwwwpt' noise] ✔
A-Grade sense of humour ✔
Still finding boob jokes funny ✔
Communicator ✔
Glasses ✔

[He's pretty sure he hasn't lost his pacemaker, because he's not dead yet, and he sure isn't mentioning it out in the open anyway. He knows he has no other vital items, which leaves one last option. A memory]

X-Factor Investigations:
Madrox
Layla
Wolfsbane (AWOL)
Darwin
Longshot
Shatterstar
Rictor
Syrin
M

[Pen tap, then dictated]

How are you supposed ta know if you've forgotten someone if you can't remember 'em? Can you forget jus' little parts of 'em? Or is it the whole person?

ExpandMadrox and Layla )
[identity profile] master-zelkova.livejournal.com
[For those listening to their journals, you'll hear a rather distinctive sound, not unlike that which the TARDIS makes when it warps somewhere. When the sound fades out, you hear the crunching of sandals on the snow. Looks like there's a new arrival out on the grounds. A tiny, blue-haired, white-clad someone, with a look of utter exuberance on his face. He looks around himself for a moment, then spots his journal laying open several feet away. He runs towards it, and picks it up, marveling at the simple object.]

Wooooooow! This place is incredible! Is this a new version? I've never seen snow rendered so realistically!


((Over the journal or in-person. Feel free to welcome the silly kid! =3))

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Jan. 12th, 2011 08:31 pm
[identity profile] sparkplasma.livejournal.com
[Somewhere, a journal picks up an understandably surprised yelp.] What the-?!

[There's assorted scuffling noises as he nervously investigates the bedroom. Eventually, he finds an odd book lying open on a table, and picks it up to get a better look.]

What's this...?
[identity profile] fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com
[Click. Click click click. Clickclickclickclick]

What does it do when it's not what it did? Is there a word for that...?
[identity profile] batfail.livejournal.com
Expand[private] )

People usually say something when they hit their anniversary, right? I'm kinda drawing a blank... "I hope we stay friends, have a nice summer" is more of a year book thing. Which is the lamest thing you could write, by the way.

A year went by really fast, here. Anyone else feel that way, or is it just me? Time at home seems to go a lot slower. Who knows, maybe it does.

... nope, I really can't think of anything deep or profound to say. It'll hit me later.

first.

Jan. 12th, 2011 08:52 pm
[identity profile] siebter.livejournal.com
[ Over the journal, a good deal of shuffling and thudding around can be heard. It sounds like someone or something is...well, trying to walk around, instead bumping into a lot of things in the process. As this continues, a voice, that of a young male, can be heard: ]

Oh, I hope Sebastian wasn't moving things around in here...he knows how difficult it is to get around when he does that-- ow!

[ Another thud. This does not seem to be working well for him. ]

I'm sure he meant well, but it's a lot easier when I know where everything is. Now, I thought it was around here...it should be...

[ Pause. ]

Wh-where did the door go!?
[identity profile] amplificate.livejournal.com
I have to have things to say. I have to be friendlier more than with my boss, coworkers, and my room. I like my room. It's not too small but I like people too. I'm one of those people who really likes people but, there's the, I don't know anyone here, thing. And I've met some people. Claire, Lois, cute Cowboy guy - sorry, I suck at names. Anyway, the point is I want to get to know people. I want to develop a network of friends. I love friends. And people. I'm done moping - not that I've been moping - and I'm accepting my life at Casa Paradisa. Casa Castle. Mi Casa is a castle.

Does that work?

I flunked Spanish. Or, passed. Barely passed. Barely flunked. Sometimes, I was a barely there girl. Am. Still a girl. Red-blooded girl of girl-shaped proportions in a girl's body.

See? I need people. When I don't have people, I'm this. Nobody likes this. They run from this.

Nobody ... loves this.
[identity profile] variare.livejournal.com
ExpandMOMO, Fifth Doctor, and Tony Stark )

ExpandYukiko )

It's been two years for me today. I realize that's not as long as some people have been here, and probably seems impossible to the newer recruits... But there it is. Thinking about it, and how we handle living here knowing that many of us have lives somewhere else to get back to... And how to balance that without feeling like we're torn apart.

This one works pretty well:
I believe in cultivating opposite, but complementary views of life, and I believe in meeting life's challenges with contradictory strategies. I believe in reckoning with the ultimate meaninglessness of our existence, even as we fall in love with the miracle of being alive. I believe in working passionately to make our lives count while never losing sight of our insignificance. I believe in caring deeply and being beyond caring. It is by encompassing these opposites, by being involved and vulnerable, but simultaneously transcendent and detached, that our lives are graced by resilience and joy.

- Fritz Williams

I think I'm going to 'celebrate' by going on a short camping trip. Alby'll be staying with MOMO.
[identity profile] harmonistic.livejournal.com
...what? Hello? Zero? Zero!

He promised...I'm sure he'll come. But...

[There's a long silence, some thumping, and finally a little shriek and a louder fwump. She wasn't expecting that to actually work.]
These are very strange kidnappers. Why didn't they lock it?
[identity profile] stand-4-myself.livejournal.com
[A soft clicking of nails on the floor that come to a sudden stop.]

A new journey! Wouldn't my Mistress be proud, though I think she's got her hands full. It seems my feet have taken me somewhere without my even knowing it. Surprising.

[Sounds of sniffing and a snort.]

Definitely more appealing than the First Gate. Not as wet either, though perhaps just as cold. Yet, by Charter or Free magic? [A pause.] Neither, I'd say... Puzzling.

[Muttering.] I thought I knew the layout of the First Gate well enough...

Hmm. Let's see if this is right... I don't suppose someone has a ham bone they'd be willing to part with? I'll even let you pet behind my collar if you're nice about it... Scouts honour!

[ooc: feel free to run across the Dog anywhere within the castle.]
[identity profile] stickynet.livejournal.com
[The journal picks up a tiny 'hrrrm' sound and a soft clicking noise as Wormmon shuffles his away along the hallway floor. He's managed to escape his room, with a bit of creativity, and is now roaming the halls, carrying his journal with a slight bit of difficulty.]

Ken? Ken, where are you?

[He huffs softly, and places the book on the ground to take a break.] Ohh, where is he? Can't you tell me, Mr. Book? You were talking earlier. [A long pause of silence, and then Wormmon hefts the book back up.] I guess that's a no.

You’re rather heavy, you know that Mr. Book? Maybe you should lose some weight.
[identity profile] thirteenth.livejournal.com
ExpandFriends and Family )

ExpandAllen Walker )

ExpandAnyone who is interested in learning self-defense )

ExpandAnyone who is proficient in weapons/self-defense techniques )

Although we have little or no notice preceding a lot of castle-wide effects, there seem to be some things that occur almost on schedule. In order to help those who may not have experienced them before prepare, or just to remind those who have already been through them what to prepare for, I have compiled a list.

Please be aware that this list cannot, by the unpredictable nature of the castle, be definitive. All these events may be not occur, or occur at different times. However, these are the things which seem to have followed a pattern.

Children: As spring begins, the castle usually pairs the castle residents into parenting couples and gifts them with a child - the children never seem to be older than four and remain for between one and two weeks. Previous parents often receive the same child each year.

April 1st: Each year on April 1st, residents get the uncontrollable urge to sing. This is generally harmless, but embarrassing.

Halloween: Preceding Halloween, the decorations generally go from juvenile in appearance to outright frightening. This unfortunately usually concludes with an attack from a monster or creature.

Enforced Kissing: This usually occurs in the last few weeks before Christmas, and can be caused by anything from mistletoe to doves. The residents will hear or see the affected item, and become unable to resist the urge to kiss one another. The exception to this rule seems to be underage residents, who may feel compelled to give a friendly cheek-kiss or an embrace.

New Year's: On New Year's Eve, all liquid becomes alcoholic in effect. Whether it's water or sake, it will induce drunkenness. A resident has discovered that forgoing drink for the day and eating lots of fruit will bypass this effect.

Valentine's Day / Thanksgiving: Whether or not your world or culture celebrates these holidays, the castle sometimes provides minor changes that are unfortunately different each year. So, even though a warning cannot be adequately provided, it is still wise to be vigilant as these dates approach.
[identity profile] hardonic.livejournal.com
ok is it just me or have there be a lot of newbs over the past couple of days

and before someone tells me thats a newb question shut the fuck up its totally legit and it needed to be said before some other less godly douchebag asked it all pussyfooting around the subject
and believe me ive been downstairs we have more than enough cantankerous felines around here
where the fuck did they come from anyway

at least its better than the bird rash
fucking birds

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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