Feb. 12th, 2011
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Feb. 12th, 2011 01:08 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[Have you ever tried sketching by moonlight? Conrad sure has. In fact he's got a big sketchbook with him right now as he stands by the stables drawing the horses and... strange creatures who happen to live among the horses.
Also, he is not being trampled to death or anything, so he is not failing right now.
His journal is laying open nearby, so people can still hear him bitch about things]
Where do these things even come from?
You know, I'm kind of glad this place takes after earth for the most part. I don't think I could deal with any more weird things thrown in my face than already are.
Also, he is not being trampled to death or anything, so he is not failing right now.
His journal is laying open nearby, so people can still hear him bitch about things]
Where do these things even come from?
You know, I'm kind of glad this place takes after earth for the most part. I don't think I could deal with any more weird things thrown in my face than already are.
002 Points
Feb. 12th, 2011 01:15 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[At long last, Alleyne's taken to exploring the castle more, eventually finding herself in Impetus Tower and seeing a door with her name on it. Room 1601 it is. She's gotten in and slumped on the bed, trying to relax herself from an almost week's worth of observing, wondering if she should take personal notes. She's come to one conclusion, at least, and decides to make note of it in the journal for everyone to see.]
To those that seek to better themselves in combat or to learn how to fight: I am willing to spar with you and help train you. It was my job back home and I do not wish to become rusted in my days here. I specialize in women and youth especially, but any would be open. All styles welcome. Lessons for now will take place outdoors. Do not expect me to go easy. You will be graded.
Thank you for considering me, if you do. We can talk here more about it.
[OOC: Quite open! Alleyne would love some new students. Hell, let's start a whole class for her. Also, anyone in Impetus Tower, feel free to come meet your new neighbor!]
To those that seek to better themselves in combat or to learn how to fight: I am willing to spar with you and help train you. It was my job back home and I do not wish to become rusted in my days here. I specialize in women and youth especially, but any would be open. All styles welcome. Lessons for now will take place outdoors. Do not expect me to go easy. You will be graded.
Thank you for considering me, if you do. We can talk here more about it.
[OOC: Quite open! Alleyne would love some new students. Hell, let's start a whole class for her. Also, anyone in Impetus Tower, feel free to come meet your new neighbor!]
✘nineteenth
Feb. 12th, 2011 07:46 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[ all of this is dictated, since someone was nice enough to open her journal for her. this totally isn't a random journal sitting in the middle of the kitchen ]
Okay, I'm ready for this week to be over now.
I never thought that I'd be scared of sneakers, I've lost count of how many I've had to dodge over the past couple of days. Thankfully, most people haven't freaked out too bad when I tried to talk to them or get their attention before I got stomped on.
Soo, uh, if anyone sees a silver puddle? Yeah, that's me. Cessily. Pretty sure it's a loss, so I'm crossing my fingers -- or, well, I would be if I could -- that this thing is almost over. Two more days, two more days, two more--
.. Whoa! Look down! Ohmygod..!
[ insert surprised yelp here because someone (you?) is about to step on her, judging by the ominous foot-shaped shadow she noticed hovering over her ]
[ooc; Another OPEN loss post for the rest of the volunteers who wanted to get in on helping her out. ]
Okay, I'm ready for this week to be over now.
I never thought that I'd be scared of sneakers, I've lost count of how many I've had to dodge over the past couple of days. Thankfully, most people haven't freaked out too bad when I tried to talk to them or get their attention before I got stomped on.
Soo, uh, if anyone sees a silver puddle? Yeah, that's me. Cessily. Pretty sure it's a loss, so I'm crossing my fingers -- or, well, I would be if I could -- that this thing is almost over. Two more days, two more days, two more--
.. Whoa! Look down! Ohmygod..!
[ insert surprised yelp here because someone (you?) is about to step on her, judging by the ominous foot-shaped shadow she noticed hovering over her ]
[ooc; Another OPEN loss post for the rest of the volunteers who wanted to get in on helping her out. ]
15 - dictated
Feb. 12th, 2011 09:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Does this place get any TV shows? I've been wishing up DVDs, but it's never quite the same.
( Team Angel Filter )
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[Chase is downstairs at the bar, having a drink. he has his journal open in front of him but feel free to join him for a drink or a meal. he could use the random conversation.
-- writes:]
Jo Harvelle
I haven't heard from you in a while. I hope you're okay. Let me know if you need anything.
/Jo Harvelle
Out of curiosity, how do you usually spend your weekends? What's there to do around here?
-- writes:]
Jo Harvelle
I haven't heard from you in a while. I hope you're okay. Let me know if you need anything.
/Jo Harvelle
Out of curiosity, how do you usually spend your weekends? What's there to do around here?
"I just want to be myself...myself..."
Feb. 12th, 2011 11:50 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Who: Larry Paul, Sophie Devereaux
When: last night
Where: Sophie's room
What: From puppy to man! ....naked man
Rating: PG
( no more Mr. Cute Puppy )
When: last night
Where: Sophie's room
What: From puppy to man! ....naked man
Rating: PG
♬ the pianoman's twenty-fifth song ♬
Feb. 12th, 2011 12:30 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[and after leaving Sophie's, Larry will go to his room and take a VERY long shower. Then he will grab his journal. He wants to read through it...or maybe just glance through...but he needs to let a couple people know he's himself first.]
Fred.
[....yeah, he starts this filter but realizes this needs to be done in person. He also knows that despite the hour Fred will likely be up, so he takes his journal and instead is knocking on her door in no time flat]
.Fred
[and later on, he will edit in the following...]
( Friends )
( Employers )
( Midnight Man crew )
( Lois )
[and after no sleep last night and catching up with Fred, this morning has Larry walking around in town. He was a puppy for a month, he slept a lot. Now he just wants to be out and about. Enjoy the change in weather. Find friends. Maybe meet new people. And hope that eventually that itch behind his ear goes away....feel free to find him.]
[Larry is no longer a puppy! Friends filter is for all friends ever. If you've talked once or twice, you're on it. Psuedo-kids? Definitely on it.]
Fred.
[....yeah, he starts this filter but realizes this needs to be done in person. He also knows that despite the hour Fred will likely be up, so he takes his journal and instead is knocking on her door in no time flat]
.Fred
[and later on, he will edit in the following...]
[and after no sleep last night and catching up with Fred, this morning has Larry walking around in town. He was a puppy for a month, he slept a lot. Now he just wants to be out and about. Enjoy the change in weather. Find friends. Maybe meet new people. And hope that eventually that itch behind his ear goes away....feel free to find him.]
[Larry is no longer a puppy! Friends filter is for all friends ever. If you've talked once or twice, you're on it. Psuedo-kids? Definitely on it.]
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[With that out of the way, Jono can be found in the music room, trying something a little different. He's sitting behind a cello, playing a song he really likes the way it was meant to be played. He's not doing a spectacular job of it, but he's getting better by the minute. Come bother the lonely mutant?]
Valentine's Day PSA
Feb. 12th, 2011 02:02 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Morning, noobs. Unless you've been living under a rock, lost all sense of time, or just got here from some weird universe without holidays? You should know what's coming. And you should've been preparing yourselves already. But in case you haven't? We're taking pity on you.
Valentine's Day is just around the corner, and to anyone that got a sneak preview a few months back, you know how bad it can be.
And don't go 'it's just a fun little holiday'. Remember, you're in the magic castle from hell, and the castle likes to screw with people. And arm them with bows and arrows, whoch brings us to tip 1: cover is your friend.
You see anyone acting suspicious, armed with said weaponry, your best bet is to shield yourself. Doors, tables, other people; just be sure there is something solid between you and the would-be holiday attacker.
While normally I'd say you could also use anybody you don't really like as a shield, it's a big don't in this case. Using somebody else as a meatshield is a good way to get them hit, and gives you a brand new magically-caused stalker. Have fun with that. People you like a little different, but still. Doors and tables trump other people, unless it's an emergency.
And that brings us to tip 2: avoid at all costs those who you dislike the most. Nothing is worse than finding yourself drawn to the one person you'd least like to be stuck alone with. Don't argue, don't make eye contact, avoid at all costs. [oh god so deadpan. personal experience? maybe!]
Even if the idea of making fun of them for having nobody on Valentine's Day is really tempting, save it until after the bows and arrows are gone. Otherwise you're just asking for it. And giving your enemies fodder against you? Not that bright.
Call a momentary case-fire, if you must. It's not worth it. There will be other, arrowless days to be at each other's throats without the fear of necking.
Tip 3: Avoid holiday food. If you really want hearts that may or may not be made of chalk or red and pink cookies, wait until the 15th. You can ask the Castle for them and get normal food. Just think back to all the times the Castle put out food that screwed around with people.
Consider 'pink' and 'red' to be warning colors.
And one final tip: if you see a bow and arrow laying around? Don't touch it. Don't touch it, don't point it out to people, and definitely don't aim it at anybody. I'd say this is common sense, but given some of the people I've met around here? I'm not getting my hopes up.
Treat them like landmines; you touch it, bad things happen.
So there's our tips. Follow them, and you'll probably get through Valentine's Day without giving everybody else blackmail material for the rest of the years. So have a happy Valentine's Day, or spend it brooding about how you're alone and unloved. I don't really give a crap.
Don't come crying to us if you miss a step and end up married to someone you've never met before. Can't say you haven't been warned.
[Black text is Tex, blue is Kat.]
Valentine's Day is just around the corner, and to anyone that got a sneak preview a few months back, you know how bad it can be.
And don't go 'it's just a fun little holiday'. Remember, you're in the magic castle from hell, and the castle likes to screw with people. And arm them with bows and arrows, whoch brings us to tip 1: cover is your friend.
You see anyone acting suspicious, armed with said weaponry, your best bet is to shield yourself. Doors, tables, other people; just be sure there is something solid between you and the would-be holiday attacker.
While normally I'd say you could also use anybody you don't really like as a shield, it's a big don't in this case. Using somebody else as a meatshield is a good way to get them hit, and gives you a brand new magically-caused stalker. Have fun with that. People you like a little different, but still. Doors and tables trump other people, unless it's an emergency.
And that brings us to tip 2: avoid at all costs those who you dislike the most. Nothing is worse than finding yourself drawn to the one person you'd least like to be stuck alone with. Don't argue, don't make eye contact, avoid at all costs. [oh god so deadpan. personal experience? maybe!]
Even if the idea of making fun of them for having nobody on Valentine's Day is really tempting, save it until after the bows and arrows are gone. Otherwise you're just asking for it. And giving your enemies fodder against you? Not that bright.
Call a momentary case-fire, if you must. It's not worth it. There will be other, arrowless days to be at each other's throats without the fear of necking.
Tip 3: Avoid holiday food. If you really want hearts that may or may not be made of chalk or red and pink cookies, wait until the 15th. You can ask the Castle for them and get normal food. Just think back to all the times the Castle put out food that screwed around with people.
Consider 'pink' and 'red' to be warning colors.
And one final tip: if you see a bow and arrow laying around? Don't touch it. Don't touch it, don't point it out to people, and definitely don't aim it at anybody. I'd say this is common sense, but given some of the people I've met around here? I'm not getting my hopes up.
Treat them like landmines; you touch it, bad things happen.
So there's our tips. Follow them, and you'll probably get through Valentine's Day without giving everybody else blackmail material for the rest of the years. So have a happy Valentine's Day, or spend it brooding about how you're alone and unloved. I don't really give a crap.
Don't come crying to us if you miss a step and end up married to someone you've never met before. Can't say you haven't been warned.
[Black text is Tex, blue is Kat.]
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Feb. 12th, 2011 03:46 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[written in a plain, unrecognizable hand which looks nothing like her usual script. Disguise and misdirection are important in her line of work too...okay]
How about a little survey? I'm interested in knowing more about everyone here.
Name:
Age:
Star sign, if applicable:
Blood type, if applicable:
Skills/abilities you are confident in:
How long you have been in Paradisa:
[her real interest lies in only two of those fields. But you don't need to know that]
[filter: Patchouli-sama]
[just in case, although she doubts it'd be really necessary. Dictated:]
It's me.
How about a little survey? I'm interested in knowing more about everyone here.
Name:
Age:
Star sign, if applicable:
Blood type, if applicable:
Skills/abilities you are confident in:
How long you have been in Paradisa:
[filter: Patchouli-sama]
[just in case, although she doubts it'd be really necessary. Dictated:]
It's me.
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Feb. 12th, 2011 05:18 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[ there's some tapping, as if somebody is composing their words in their head... which he is... before he begins speaking ]
I'd like to apologize to anybody who dealt with me recently. The Madness that overtook me... there really isn't an excuse for it.
It's true that I wish to create a more orderly world. But a world of nothingness isn't a world of order, it's a world where the gods are willing to sacrifice their duty of maintaining order for ease.
And exceptions must exist, even with order. The human body isn't symmetrical, but... it still doesn't need any improvement, does it? [ shut up, that took a lot for him to admit ]
I'd like to apologize to anybody who dealt with me recently. The Madness that overtook me... there really isn't an excuse for it.
It's true that I wish to create a more orderly world. But a world of nothingness isn't a world of order, it's a world where the gods are willing to sacrifice their duty of maintaining order for ease.
And exceptions must exist, even with order. The human body isn't symmetrical, but... it still doesn't need any improvement, does it? [ shut up, that took a lot for him to admit ]
∅ ninth virus unleashed
Feb. 12th, 2011 05:30 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[No one realizes it yet, but Hardison woke up this morning. He woke up in his bed, in his room, and the first thing he did was grab his journal to get an idea of what day it is. It didn't take him long to realize that he's been out for a little over a month now. That Sophie woke up weeks ago. That.....he missed a lot.]
[He could have gotten up and gone to find the team, or food...cuz damn if he wasn't hungry. But...he didn't. Instead he flipped back to where the journal showed his and Sophie's mishap and he carefully read through everything. Everything that he would have paid attention to had he been awake.]
[And it takes him a long time. It takes even longer because once he's done he sits there for a long time. He has a lot on his mind. Between everything that happened back home, everything that he was starting to have, and everything that he missed here...he's just got a lot on his mind. He doesn't have the first clue what to do with it all. He will slowly and carefully write his first filter...]
( private )
[and while he's been sitting here forever, he did wish up some food and orange soda, and now he'll wish up a bag of chips and he'll munch on those for a bit while he figures out what to write next. He's just writing right now. He hasn't used his voice in so long that he's not sure he even trusts it. Eventually he'll write his next filter. By the time he gets the following two filters up, it's well into early evening.]
( Team Leverage )
( Friends )
[and with that....he's going to stop for now. He isn't sure how much he wants to talk about, and he doesn't feel like leaving his room yet. He's got an old school handheld video game here that he wished up awhile back, and he's gonna play that. Even though, as always, he'll have to start at the beginning of the game and relearn how to play it. Damn castle. But it's what he feels like doing at this very moment.]
[He could have gotten up and gone to find the team, or food...cuz damn if he wasn't hungry. But...he didn't. Instead he flipped back to where the journal showed his and Sophie's mishap and he carefully read through everything. Everything that he would have paid attention to had he been awake.]
[And it takes him a long time. It takes even longer because once he's done he sits there for a long time. He has a lot on his mind. Between everything that happened back home, everything that he was starting to have, and everything that he missed here...he's just got a lot on his mind. He doesn't have the first clue what to do with it all. He will slowly and carefully write his first filter...]
[and while he's been sitting here forever, he did wish up some food and orange soda, and now he'll wish up a bag of chips and he'll munch on those for a bit while he figures out what to write next. He's just writing right now. He hasn't used his voice in so long that he's not sure he even trusts it. Eventually he'll write his next filter. By the time he gets the following two filters up, it's well into early evening.]
[and with that....he's going to stop for now. He isn't sure how much he wants to talk about, and he doesn't feel like leaving his room yet. He's got an old school handheld video game here that he wished up awhile back, and he's gonna play that. Even though, as always, he'll have to start at the beginning of the game and relearn how to play it. Damn castle. But it's what he feels like doing at this very moment.]
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I have been told that I ought to inquire as to the matter of changing rooms within the castle. Booth is... not very pleased that we are on different floors and appears incapable of listening to reason at the moment.
[You can just about hear that eye roll in her voice as she talks to the journal.]
While I am more than capable of defending myself, both with and without a firearm, I have not come up against supposed goddesses or other beings that possess extraordinary powers. I am aware that I have to adjust my defensive skills, as I have been having to adjust to life here in Paradisa as a whole.
Booth does not share that opinion. He's being more irrational than normal.
A lot of the castle remains a mystery to me. I would prefer to remain living here for the time being than finding apartments in town.
[A sigh right before the door to her room opens. When she speaks again, it's not to the journal at all - although it is recorded.]
This whole matter is ridiculous, Booth.
[You can just about hear that eye roll in her voice as she talks to the journal.]
While I am more than capable of defending myself, both with and without a firearm, I have not come up against supposed goddesses or other beings that possess extraordinary powers. I am aware that I have to adjust my defensive skills, as I have been having to adjust to life here in Paradisa as a whole.
Booth does not share that opinion. He's being more irrational than normal.
A lot of the castle remains a mystery to me. I would prefer to remain living here for the time being than finding apartments in town.
[A sigh right before the door to her room opens. When she speaks again, it's not to the journal at all - although it is recorded.]
This whole matter is ridiculous, Booth.
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[The castle grounds are sometimes full of activity, and... sometimes not. Either way, whatever's going on this evening is bound to be observed by a blonde lady sitting in a tree somewhere nearby. Seriously, she's been there for a while. Doesn't she have anything better to do??]
and this was how buddha reached nirvana
Feb. 12th, 2011 11:09 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[His thoughts left for him to review later, Bishamon closes the journal and floats down from on high. He never took chances when he spoke his thoughts like this - filters, and speaking in the most private of places - that is, a place high above, in the sky, where only those with wings might tread.
He tucks the journal away in his loose winter gi, his monk's staff clanging as he descends and stirs up a wind, landing in the courtyard.]
[ooc: sort of in the afternoonish, so backdated. Free to freak out, mock, converse, what have you!]
seventh glamour
Feb. 12th, 2011 11:09 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[Backdated to earlier in the evening...
Nancy is currently seated in a little cafe whose name she couldn't be bothered to remember. She's sipping on tea, journal set in front of her.]
If anyone cares to join me, I'm in the city doing a little "shopping." Find me, and you win.
[For those in the city, Nancy will be walking all around, poking her head into the stores and taking advantage of her Five-Finger Discount. She's not particularly choosy of where she wanders or what wares are offered in these stores. Chances are if it catches her interest, she will take it.]
(ooc: OPEN! In person or via journal, anywhere, everywhere, however, whenever, I don't even care, just go for it.)
Nancy is currently seated in a little cafe whose name she couldn't be bothered to remember. She's sipping on tea, journal set in front of her.]
If anyone cares to join me, I'm in the city doing a little "shopping." Find me, and you win.
[For those in the city, Nancy will be walking all around, poking her head into the stores and taking advantage of her Five-Finger Discount. She's not particularly choosy of where she wanders or what wares are offered in these stores. Chances are if it catches her interest, she will take it.]
(ooc: OPEN! In person or via journal, anywhere, everywhere, however, whenever, I don't even care, just go for it.)
What was that?
Feb. 12th, 2011 11:52 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Xander! What did you do to my socks?!
[Someone is too caught off guard for things like filters]
Should there be concern? About opening my underwear drawer? Should I be of concern?
[Someone is too caught off guard for things like filters]
Should there be concern? About opening my underwear drawer? Should I be of concern?
Third Disc
Feb. 12th, 2011 11:58 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[Taps his finger on the desk next to the journal for a moment... then writes in two filters.]
( Knight of Three )
( The Priest/Child )
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[Paradisa, are you enjoying your Saturday night? Well, that's good! Unless you're in town. If you're in town, you might spot a familiar face depending on how long you've been here -- except she's not looking so great. In fact, it's kind of the opposite.
Clare half-hobbles with claymore in hand to prop herself up against the nearest wall, faint panting filtering its way through the pages of the journal (which happens to be right under her, open). From afar, she just looks tired. But the closer one gets, the more slashes are visible in her armor, the more blood stains the white dressings she carries. Wherever this girl came from, a fight was involved. And she didn't win.]
Ugh.
[She pauses, raising her head to look down the street -- surely she heard something, felt something. WAS IT YOU? I BET IT WAS YOU. There's a myriad of feelings threatening to choke her -- was it an Awakened Being? More Warriors?
Only one way to find out:]
--show yourselves. I know you're there.
[OOC: Journal or in person, plx specify. :)]
Clare half-hobbles with claymore in hand to prop herself up against the nearest wall, faint panting filtering its way through the pages of the journal (which happens to be right under her, open). From afar, she just looks tired. But the closer one gets, the more slashes are visible in her armor, the more blood stains the white dressings she carries. Wherever this girl came from, a fight was involved. And she didn't win.]
Ugh.
[She pauses, raising her head to look down the street -- surely she heard something, felt something. WAS IT YOU? I BET IT WAS YOU. There's a myriad of feelings threatening to choke her -- was it an Awakened Being? More Warriors?
Only one way to find out:]
--show yourselves. I know you're there.
[OOC: Journal or in person, plx specify. :)]