4th Seal Broken

[shadow-immortal.livejournal.com]

[Dainn's asleep on one of the couches in the lobby. However, with a closer look, one could see a few physical changes.

Like white cat ears. And a tail.

Clearly this is a loss.

So what are you all going to do?]


[ooc: Kitty Dainn loss is on~ And for added fun, Dainn cannot leave the lobby unless the person with him tells him he can. Open~]

008 - [Written] - One cold morning

[pulled-across.livejournal.com]

[She knows something's wrong from the moment she wakes up. Because the luxurious satin and silk she wakes up in, pillows piled high all around her, is nothing like her bed on the TARDIS. That familiar hum she's gotten used to again and the faint, constant vibration of a living ship is gone, too.

It's silent, and she's too cold even under her blankets.

She thinks--hopes--it's a trick of the castle, though, so she goes down to the yard where the Doctor insisted on keeping the TARDIS. When she doesn't find it, she treks all the way up to the floor with the other TARDISes, in case he moved and dropped her off on the the way.

She doesn't need to, but she tracks down the room he once identified as 'his' in the castle anyway.

By the time she's sitting in her room again, staring down at the journal and the entries in it, it's afternoon. Gabi mewls at her from the foot of the bed, where Rose is currently sitting, knees to her chin, but whether it's a cry for attention or of empathy it...doesn't really matter, does it?

After awhile, she reaches out for the pen at the night-stand. She doesn't trust her voice or her resolve to speak, but the people who know him here and the friends he's made deserve to know, so she'll write it at least.]

The Doctor's gone.

[Her handwriting is concise and firm, perfect except for the smudge when her hand trembled at the end. It wasn't the end of the world, after all. The Doctor was still here--his future, what he'd return home to become--and yet...he's still the only Doctor she really remembers, so it feels like he isn't.

And now she has the memories of a man who will never remember giving her them in the first place. She didn't know what to do about that.]

Ji [open]

[coconaball.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Welp. Cocona's got a ways to go before she fully settles in, but she found her room after a bit of exploring, and she's been told what this place is, so she's good for now. It's disappointing that Croix isn't here, but Cocona would make it through... hopefully.

Anyway, that aside, Cocona's out on the front lawn today, singing this, except, you know, sung by an eleven year old.

... That language she's singing in is most definitely not English.]

(ooc: translation, and completely open.)</sub>

☢FORTY-FIVE

[unhands.livejournal.com]

( hallway filter )

( uru )

( cess )

( laura )

[ i guess this is... before... the hallway filter... mm yep. there is a Julian laying on that overused couch in the lobby. he has his headphones in his ears and the journal's open on the floor besides him. ]

God, we need internet around here or something. Or a current update thing or something.

I am so sick of listening to the same crap.

[ AND HE IS.... just gonna lay there and stare up at the ceiling.

this'll probably be... the easiest time to bug him... so uh. open action.. or dictated, i gess.... sob. ]

(no subject)

[merriment.livejournal.com]

[ Shortly after noon, and after informing Lana and Buffy (and getting someone to travel with her), she's found her way back to the castle for a visit. Eventually, after getting fed up with sitting around the house, she'd let a healer look at her foot so they could fix it. And behold! she did not, in fact, disappear.

Right now, she's seated in front of a tree in the courtyard she favors with a rather thick book nestled in her lap as she quietly scans the pages. What's it about? Pedo-- no, not really. It's a collection of the many works written by William Shakespeare. Judging by her expression, she's enjoying every word she takes in. It might be difficult to tell it's her at first, though. As she's pretty much buried inside of a green cloak, with the hood drawn up, that is about two sizes too big. But it's green and that means no one can attempt to sneak a pinch in.

Pay no mind to the fact that the day of pinching isn't for another four days. People will clearly be sneaky and try to get early pinches in! She even has her adorable little kitten in tow (and he's got a fancy green collar to protect him) but he's curled up asleep on her open journal and probably wouldn't wake up if his life depended on it. Lazy thing.. ]

I dare not, sir
My master knows not but I am gone hence;
And fearfully did menace me with death,
If I did stay to look on his intents...

[ ooc; TL;DR.. Open to all, via journal or in person! Listen to this little kidlet recite Romeo and Juliet to her cat. ♥ She'll probably cry at the end. PFFT. ]

$6 -- written;

[exdemon]

[If anyone's looking for Anya, she's sitting on the roof, looking out over all of Paradisa. She's got her journal open on her lap, but it's a while before she writes anything.]

This place is called "Paradisa," which sounds a lot like Paradise. Does anyone actually find it so idyllic here to deserve such a title? It's hardly a beautiful utopia here. I mean, even aside from the child-snatching and lovesick goddesses and that sort of thing, which frankly, I've come to expect no matter where I am.

[She pauses for a moment, then adds:]

Really, this is not how I expected my life to be. I used to run away from danger like a sensible person, not stay to help fight it. This is going to get me killed.

[ANYWAY.]

But even ignoring all of that, and the deeply annoying losses, and the part where we can't leave intentionally, this place is just a castle and a town. Sure, we can have anything if we're stupid enough to wish for it, but that's not particularly utopian, just economically unsound.

I just feel that if this place were really such a paradise, there would be more palm trees and bikinis.

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

( [Abel and Clark] )

( [Peter Petrelli] )

( [Ino] )

[and for the rest of you]

What sort of organizations were you a part of back home? Law enforcement, secret societies, magical councils? I'm curious about what people are used to dealing with. [and gathering ideas for branches of the Peace Patrol]

064

[windsturms.livejournal.com]

[yeah, so. Now seems like a good time for Hartmann to check on her room in the castle, she's been putting it off...and putting it off...the idea of everything being charred for weeks by now isn't very encouraging, shut up. And since she's back, might as well go annoy sisbro and in-law for a bit. Sleeping schedules? She'll worry about that later if/when Eila kicks up a fuss. Best idea y/n --

FFFFFFFFFFFFF!!

Hurriedly, she throws the journal open and dictates]

Whomever's been keeping track of that floor map I heard about, occupants of the tenth and thirteenth floors: I'm looking for a couple of girls. They used to live in rooms 1009 and 1304.

I want to confirm if they...haven't...moved elsewhere.

[a long silence follows as she catches her breath. That's a possibility, isn't it? There were mentions before of people thinking their friends had left, when they were in fact still around]

[ooc: open for encounters in person and over the journal. HEARTBREAK WILL ENSUE AT SOME POINT, either in this post or soon after, I must add. :(]

07 [ another day ]

[possiblycantdie]

[ For anyone that is in the castle's grounds today they may see Mina, more specifically at the area where everything recently took place. She's curious and is examining the area a little. She's not looking to find anything, not expecting anything either but she is curious. Why here, why did it occur and reoccur, is there anything special from the ground that would indicate anything more? She's doubtful on that last one, not that she's really looking for anything; even if she was she couldn't analyse it ]

21 - Waiting for Spring - 21

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[With the weather finally improving, Kaylee’s gone out to the stables to work on her Mule. Except, after Valentine’s and Slenderman and how crazy things got, she’s finding that it’s hard to concentrate.

The journal, having flipped open on its own, picks up the sound of metal and mechanics for just a few minutes before she sighs and takes a break]

[there’s a pause… and then an aggravated noise as she notices the book] Aiya. Shoulda known you’d find your way open.

[her voice becomes clearer as she picks it up] Guess I ain’t really talked to many folks since….well, since everything, it feels like. There ain’t no one hurt or nothin’ after this last mess, right?

[There’s another pause as she tries to think of something to add, but she can’t really say things are shiny. Or that she’s not worried about them spinning out of control again. So she sticks to something safe. From her perch on the Mule, she’ll look out the open stable door and onto the castle grounds]….it ain’t too bad out here, no more. Not since the snow melted. Still, it’d be nice if spring would come proper-like. I wouldn’t mind seein’ flowers growin’ again.

[open over the journal or in the stables.]

✟ 002

[kept-thefaith.livejournal.com]

[After quite awhile of radio silence, which is bound to happen when you don't trust the world and your entire aim in life now is to walk to San Fransisco from the remains of an inland state, but they've run out of supplies and are near the castle to restock. And for her? To freshen up.

She's covered in dirt and bits of leaves, from near none stop walking all over Paradisa as she can get, and with winds a lot milder than she's used to and days of sleeping on the harsh ground, she's a mess. But she still won't go inside, though she's learnt the sun won't burn her, so she's stripped off her jacket and plaid shirt to the once white tank underneath, and is using the duck pond to wash her face and arms]

I saw something...Happened recently, I'm not sure I understand it. Is...Is this book the only way I'll never know while it's happening? Don't want to have to use it.

[A pause as there's an indignant quack, when her arm gets a little too close] And what...Bird lives in the water? Shouldn't it...Drown?

[[ooc: in person or over the journal! Be advised that you may have an Eli threadjacking at some point, as they tend to be a packaged deal~]]

_seventeen_

[skullish.livejournal.com]

[Sera hadn't heard from Alice, or Vicious, or even Penny lately ... and after floating around the halls looking for their nameplates, it became pretty apparent what had happened to them.

Goddammit.

It's hard enough finding people in this place who aren't enormous jackasses ...

She is currently outside near the charred area of the grounds, floating a little above the ground, her legs folded in the lotus position. Floating next to her in the air is her journal, surrounded by a green field of liquid magic, its pages turning with a gesture of Sera's hand.

Finding nothing of real interest, she dictates her own question to the pages. Jeez, she is asking lots of questions lately. Anyway, have a spooky, scratchy little voice up in your journals, Paradisa.]

How do you deal with people here constantly disappearing?

It's hard to tell if somebody is just being passive-aggressive and avoiding you, or if the castle kicked them out until you actually go looking. So it's a wonderful, gut-wrenching surprise every time.

So totally awesome.

( Felix. )

seven ✩

[advocacies.livejournal.com]

[ it's been a week since the children were rescued. a week of the paranoia, fear and intensity simmering down and everyone being able to relax again... at least until the next Big Bad showed its ugly face.

right now? karen can deal with that. she hasn't donned her costume consistently in the past month either, it's a strange and sometimes hollow feeling, still growing accustomed to the "no real need for secret identities" in paradisa. growing accustomed to a lot of things... but she was better than she had been in december and january. way better.

and right now, she was looking forward to seeing the sun rise on the horizon. she hovers over the roof for a minute before seating herself on the edge. she looks peaceful and happy. :> ]


[ ooc: forward dated to tomorrow around sunrise and super duper open! ♥ ]

o12 | action; i'll take your breath away

[encourage]

( Basically Sakura punches the ground and it thinks she's a jerk. )

001 - Pedal to the floor, my life is moving faster

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[sometime that evening, the oh-so-familiar vworp vworping will sound just on the outskirts of the town. For a an hour or two more, everything is quiet until, finally, a familiar voice will broadcast itself over the journals]

Fascinating! Absolutely fascinating. Everything I say, you’re storing it away, just so.

Banana pudding. Crème brule. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers on the way to Proxima Centauri. Wibbly wobbly sha na na na bang bang.

[a pause. Then, all in a rush] A B C D E F G H I J K el-lo you’re good. Molto bene.

[a clap of his hands] Right then. For all of you happy listeners in this lovely castle, I’m the Doctor. I’ve apparently been here many, many times, often overlapping …which is a great trick. Really. I’m still wondering a bit about that one… and I’ve just had quite an exciting read through this amazing book. It’s better than Days of Our Lives. Great twists.

Now, I’ve made myself quite familiar with the regular questions, so we can skip that bit for now….but, I have to ask;

Four years and no one except me’s thought to put in a shop? For shame! I love a little shop.

( ”Doctors )

(no subject)

[payback.livejournal.com]

[The process goes like this: Eva wakes Rin up. Eva unseals the memories she blocked back around Christmas time. Rin thanks her and hugs her and cries at her a little and then when that's done she collects herself and jumps out to the Well again, with Tadaharu and Certain this time, without even checking to see if Zexion is still out there. She needs to get clear.]

( Yoshiya Kiryu; )

( kids she knows; )

( people who care; )

★ First Hymn [Action/Dictated]

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[A new journal has opened up, picking up the voices of not one, but two new inhabitants of Paradisa. The first to speak is a feminine voice, one that sounds unsure, but still mostly calm.]

I think we're lost, Nero.

[The second voice? Masculine, and infinitely less calm. In fact, this voice sounds quite pissed.]

We're not lost, Kyrie.

We're not going to find our way back by wandering through an unfamiliar area... we should just see if there's someone to ask.

We're not asking anyone, either. I found you, didn't I? I'll get us out of here, just give me some time.

[Kyrie sighs a bit, but knows it's not much use argue with Nero when he's being so stubborn. Maybe another tactic.]

I know you'll find us a way out. But maybe these books might help, you should at least try looking at one.

[An exasperated sigh of defeat as he lifts his own journal between two plated talons and waves it around like it's nothing.]

This thing is empty, Kyrie. Just a bunch of blank pages.

They must have been given to us for a reason...

[See the look she's giving you Nero? Wide eyed? Come on, listen to her~?]

[A sigh, this time in defeat. He's so powerless under that gaze.]

Fine. [He clear his throat, somewhat dramatically.] Dear Diary, give me an exit and I won't set you on fire. Love, Nero

[.... not what she was going for. Kyrie just sighs and shakes her head, placing one if her fingertips against her forehead.]

((ooc: Replies will come from both of us, but we'll keep from double tagging too much. We'll try to establish an order before too long. :'> ))

❀ twenty-nine unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

[Dr. Lance Sweets is probably humming this song somewhere in the castle, because Harmony has been humming it for a week. Now it's reached that critical boiling point where little bits of it are --]

--Oh, oh, oh... or are you just having fun.

[yeah... that. They're just popping out of her at random.]

You are so hard to reach... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmm-hmmm... Intentions.

[she's just bobbing her head along, wandering the castle hallways]

To saaay-ah-ay -- ah-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh buh-buh-buh-bah...

[if you don't stop her, she'll just keep doing this] Do-do-do you love me...


[wait. she just stopped. Clearly it's a miracle.] You know, I think American Idol will really help Paula's career. She's so talented.



[ooc: song is "Straight Up" by Paula Abdul. I know the lyric is 'bye bye' but singing it like Paula sounds more like 'buh buh' aaaaand her canon point is around 2004 - so she's missing the sex scandal being revealed by a year. Plus, the meltdown and the train-wreck of Hey! Paula.]

♛ 29

[emit.livejournal.com]

[Dictated]

( Friends/Friendly Acquaintances )

( Tatsuya )

[Laying on a couch in the lobby, Kallen's got her journal open on the floor so she can dictate.]

Anyone ever notice that Sundays and Wednesdays aren't really special in this place? I mean, Mondays and Fridays we have snow. Tuesdays and Thursdays, we get sunshine and a beach. Fridays and Saturdays, a movie theater. It makes me wonder if we'll get something else down the line.

[There's a pause where she flips a few pages.] Comepletely off topic, but I'm in the mood to try something new. Suggestions for something to eat are wide open.