[[9]]

[nocushywill.livejournal.com]

[writes:]

A long time coming.

I know this castle's magic but sometimes if you're sick, you're sick and no amount of waiting around is going to cure that. If you have a fever, a cold, a cough, I suggest you drop by the clinic. We're not going to poke you with a needle and if you can't swallow a pill, I can offer alternative ways for you to take your medicine. If you hate doctors and want to avoid seeing us, I hope you at least have the common sense to stay indoors and get lots of rest. If you spread your germs to your roommates, don't complain if they curse at you because they will curse at you. If you're not a doctor, but think you can self-diagnose and fix yourself, and if you harm yourself more than fix yourself, don't get insulted when I yell at you for being an idiot.

I am available for consultations on weekdays and every other weekend. I am, however, unavailable after 10PM unless it's an emergency. And by emergency, I mean, heart attacks, strokes, sudden blindness, swollen legs, high fevers. Don't expect me to come running to you at midnight to fix a runny nose. Also, if you or anyone you know experiences a bad allergic reaction, call me immediately. If you don't already have an EpiPen with you at all times, come get one at the clinic. This one strikes close to home.

Does Paradisa have a bowling alley?

Dr. Chase

(no subject)

[symmetrist.livejournal.com]

[ the journal opens to the sound of rushing wind; people may have heard it before whenever a super dictated while flying

and that is certainly what Kid is doing

except instead of flying around in a cape or some such, Kid is just flying on... a flying skateboard ]

The moon certainly looks large tonight. [ he pauses a moment as he dictates, absently looking up towards the moon overhead ] I'm not sure I'll ever be used to this one, but... ah, it's much more beautiful than the one where I'm from.

This moon is much more aesthetically pleasing. Not perfect, mind you, [ what with its craters and such ] but not bad by any means.

At any rate, it's a beautiful night. You should all take the time to come outside and enjoy it.



[ open in person, if your character is on the roof / flying / on the rooftops in the city, or over the journals ]

002 disappearing acts

[royalsheikah.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[ Since he has discovered the level his room is on has access to the roof, Sheik has frequented it. It feels strange to be cooped up in a castle again after so long away from one, so he enjoys the openness the roof provides. Today he is perched near the edge with his harp, eyes closed as he focuses on his music.

Sheik's journal has fallen open, but he has not yet noticed. Instead, it picks up the sound of his harp playing, slow and calm. While it sometimes diverges into more complicated melodies, it always circles back to one refrain, obviously familiar to the player's fingers. ]




[ooc: Open for journal talk, or, if you're about on the roof, feel free to bother him!]

025;

[nishimono.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Legato )

[ ooc; JOSHUA SHE MAD >8( ]

♈ Aradia: Solicit romantic advice.

[psych0p0mps]

Who: Aradia and Karkat
What: Confused teenagers talk about feelings.
When: RIGHT NOW
Where: Trollian and wherever else they are
Rating: K for Karkat

( Show Pesterlog )

[[accio journal #6]]

[imthechosenone.livejournal.com]

[dictated:]

There seems to be an unusual amount of people being turned into animals or statues lately. Does anyone know why it happens and what we can do to prevent it from happening? I don't want to risk being turned into one, especially when someone like Voldemort could show up in Paradisa at anytime. If you don't know who Voldemort is, he killed my parents and is responsible for the death of many other wizards and non-wizards alike. He is also responsible for the scar on my forehead and he wants me dead. I'm not afraid of Voldemort, but I can't fight him without the use of my wand.

Also, over a week ago, Draco Malfoy was turned into a ferret. I tried to untransfigure him with the use of a spell but it didn't work. If magic can't undo what the castle has done, I don't know what will. If you see a white ferret anywhere in the castle, don't try to pick him up. He bites.

(no subject)

[videres.livejournal.com]

( allen )

[ the good thing about the dining room is that, for the most part, it is one of those rooms that gets little use, thus it is a perfect place for someone to say... practice controlling fire with their mind! which is exactly what Morgana is doing as she sits at the table, with an assortment of different candles in front of her.

nothing happens for some time, the suddenly her eyes glow gold and fire springs to life on one of the candles. success! now the hard part...

doesn't she look adorable, all focused and determined and screaming for someone to break her concentration? ]


( ooc; OPEN LIKE IT'S HOT! this should totally be the day the dining room is popular. )

¿ 11 spooky demon things ?

[mr-stealthypnts.livejournal.com]

[Xander woke up in the clinic this morning feeling very sore and groggy. He hazily remembers a lot of surprise drinks from Lorne, a terrible awesome interesting rendition of "Rawhide", and not much else. If he did remember, he would remember accidentally jumping off of the stage at Caritas and knocking his head a couple times on the way down.

Someone will have to clue him in eventually.

But he woke up, and once given a look over was let go. After being out for several days, his first thought is food. He has a rumbly tummy that needs nourishment! Nourishment it will have, because he's going to the kitchen. Journal in hand. Food comes even before looking to see what he has missed. He knows he's been out for a few days now, but everything seems to be standing so he won't worry just yet.

He's in the kitchen and he's pulling out food, starting with a box of cereal. His hand shoves in and he stuffs it in his mouth and- immediately he spits it out]

BLECH! What...what is this? [turns the box around to examine it and makes a confused frowny face. Then pushes it aside and goes to find something else.

Oh look, chips. Same method. Spitting out again] Bad taste. Very very bad taste...

[opens his journal as he's grabbing some tasty toaster pastries. Rinse and repeat, gag reflex] Oh god that's horrible! Why-what-

[addresses the journal now] EVERYONE! EVERYONE FREEZE! SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ALL OF THE FOOD!

[yes, there is shouting. And panic. As he finds more food to shove in his mouth and spit out. This probably isn't a pretty sight.]


{ooc: Aaand Xander is awake with his new loss. Open via journal or in the kitchen!}

⚡ 011.

[childofhades.livejournal.com]

[Nico really didn't mean to fall asleep on the kitchen floor. But it's been two weeks since the whole kidnapping debacle ended, and he still isn't sleeping at night; not since the first night back, when he slept for twenty peaceful hours. Sleeping for that long just messed with his sleep patterns, and ever since he hasn't been tired until three or four in the morning. So he's taken to wandering the castle at night.

But of course, he has to crash eventually. And last night, he didn't quite make it back to his bed first.

So, in the kitchen on this fine morning, there's something you probably don't see often - a small boy curled up on the floor in front of the microwave, fast asleep - and completely in the way of anyone using said microwave. On the counter above him, there's a mug of room temperature hot chocolate. 

Feel free to poke, prod, tickle with a feather, et cetera. With the knowledge that this kid has wicked reflexes, and will probably deck you in the face if you try to pull anything.]

(( backdated to around 10:00 a.m.))

2 ♢ redesigns

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[So Harley's woken up in a bed that isn't hers with someone she didn't know, suffered a mild psychotic break upon learning there are no good stores around (but there are wishes), annoyed half the bat-dorks in the place just by being, well, her, taken on The Case of the Evil Pasta, and has finally found her room. WHAT IS SHE GOING TO DO NEXT?]

Heads up, castle! I'm decorating! And you better not get stingy with the wish-granting!

[Betting on how long it takes the castle to screw her over opens...now.]


[OOC: Open to anyone who would like to help or "help" in person or over journals. Special notice to people in the Terrere Tower. Soundproofing's been dropped around her room and she's...not exactly quiet. If you're in the hall and hear loud, strange noises, it's probably her.]

☀ 065

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

( Rin )

( Yuan, Clark, Abel )

( Friends )

( Joshua C. )

[aaaaaaaand after taking care of moving her stuff back into her old room, someone has set up shop in the kitchen! she's stirring a big old bowl of cake batter... in fact it looks like it might be heavy, but she's having no trouble holding it in one hand. However once she has decided that it is sufficiently stirred, she'll turn around to put it back on the counter top but....

yep, she stumbles a bit and the bowl starts to fall. However, here is the amazing part, SHE CATCHES IT!!!! A little bit of batter falls on the floor, but overall she just looks shocked and amazed at her epic catch. She'll just put it back on the counter and look around, as if checking to see if anyone saw that]

025

[saikyou-saiaku.livejournal.com]

( private )

[the journal picks up the crackle of paper, and then her voice after a few moments]

I don't think it's likely that I was the only one who received a message under my door.

Does anybody know what "Festa della Primavera" means? It's not a language I understand.

002 bullets fired

[machineish.livejournal.com]

( Anyone who knows the Pope )

[There is a Tres in your hallways today, Paradisa, walking through every corridor and stopping at every door and junction for a precise 0.4 seconds before moving on. Each time uttering the same phrase without fatigue or sense of boredom, just flat and exact.]

New tactical data updated.

[ooc: Completely open!]

♌ 002 : dictated

[freila.livejournal.com]

( persona users )

[ the journal catches the sound of a door shutting - in the gaudium tower, near room 1911, to be precise - and the sound of tatsuya grabbing his clothes back from a nice castle ghost. ]

-- Don't. I'll do it myself.

[ a long pause, while the ghost flees. ]

...I need something to do with my hands.

[ feel free to run into him if you're wandering around the tower or the laundry room, which is where he's going...to awkwardly do his laundry and see if there's anything mechanical he can tinker with :| a journal is fine too. ]

Cinderella’s Castle in the Magic Kingdom reaches 189 feet

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Today on Castlenet, another new game has appeared. It seems to concern pressing certain keys to make a man run. It’s harder than it sounds. Crowley’s not going to mention this, of course. He’ll just listen over the journals for people venting their own frustrations about the blessed thing. No, today, he has a score to settle]

So, who here wants to have their ears talked off in an ultimate example of too long, didn’t read? Well, worry no longer about not getting your fix, I have the answer right here.

[He draws a circle around Aziraphale’s last entry]

Just talk to this guy. He’ll happily babble to you nonstop about the most mundane subjects known to man. All you have to do is utter three simple words: ‘Tell. Me. More’. And before you ask, if you sing those words in tune to a certain world famous musical number, he won’t get it. He’s been living in a metaphorical cave since 1944.

For a laugh, you should send him to your friends, tell him they want to hear about how dollies are made or something. The pranking fun can never cease.

[[OOC: As always his Crowley’s Castlenet inventions, feel free to have your character notice it’s arrival here, or use it as something to make a post about. Go nuts]]

(no subject)

[leadthedance.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Django )

[The journal is picking up the drumming of Gino's fingers against his desk, before is suddenly stops.]

Anyone planning on going to this festival tomorrow?

035

[someoneto-carry.livejournal.com]

( The Doctor )

Anyone else get an invitation under their door?

level 6

[unuuu.livejournal.com]

( Festa della Primavera means... )

૦૦1✘

[devores.livejournal.com]

[the journal is greeted with the quiet fhumph of a body settling down into something plush, the shifting of limbs folding and a contented sigh following quickly after. a scant five seconds pass before the voice pipes up, oddly ambiguous beneath its melody and passive vague allure]

Hello. I was wondering if anyone would be so kind as to help me.

I'm looking for a man by the name of "Johnny Rayflo" - he's a very dear friend of mine, and I'm so very worried about him. It seems I must have left him behind, and I'd hate for him to feel abandoned without knowing I'd done the very best I could to find him. If you happen to meet him, whether soon or some time in the future, do tell him 'Barry's waiting'. I'd be much obliged.

[for a few moments quiet falls again, heavy with deliberation, a faint rush of air audible as the pages of the journal are brought together ready to close-- and then, with a tone of mild interest:]

Oh. How thoughtful. I seem to have a whole new wardrobe.

[and that's the end of that]

Language barrier

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

[reading his invitation for the hundredth time. He's not really into spring since that's more of a child-of-Demeter thing, but the Festa part looks promising]

"Festa". That's like festival, right? So it's a party! Awesome! So who all is going?

63 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

[A glance outside shows him it's ridiculously late, by the time he makes it out of his bed, after accidentally falling asleep in the middle of reading a book about possession. When he stumbles downstairs to see Allen in the living room, he's a little pleased. Because he definitely doesn't feel well, and he's in a mood that's a cross between acting like nothing's wrong, and demanding being catered to]

Mm...What are you playing?

[He's irrationally irritated by the fact that once he's close enough, he can see that tell tale white hair start to brush past the collar of his shirt, leaning over the back of the couch slightly to bury his fingers in his hair and massage slightly at his scalp. This is you, being lulled into a false sense of security~] It appears to be stressing you out.

3rd Reset

[reset-week.livejournal.com]

'Festa della Primavera', hun? Sounds like it's going to be fun. Anyone else going to go?


[Later tonight, if you're out, Kaito's in town shoping for food. As neat as the wishing system was, he liked cooking with his own two hands.

He's also accompanied by these two demons and it looks like Kaito's chatting with them while playing on his COMP, not really pay attention where he's going.]


[ooc: open~ and Kaito's demons are friendly :)]

25. in YOUR endo

[madetothwart.livejournal.com]

[In the Ineffable Plan, many things were undecipherable and not meant to be understood by mortal men. However, some things were laid out in black and white¹. Like thou shalt not murder, and wearing pink and lime green together causes a seizure in Lawrence Llewelyn Bowen. One of the lesser known laws of the universe, was that angels whose names began with A and ended with Ziraphale² were not permitted to use innuendo at any time.

Apparently Paradisa had not received this memo³, as a certain angel woke up this morning with a distinct difference to his vocabulary. When he spoke, his voice was reminiscent of a middle-aged Italian professor called Pablo, which was quite a feat considering he retained his British accent, and every word was layered in suggestion.

The journal is open wide on the table, catching Aziraphale's voice as he speaks to one of the ghosts who is working in the library.]

That's a stiff leather binding, allow me to shelve that for you.

^1. Or stone coloured and slightly engraved grooves, if you wanted to be accurate about the way the rules were originally laid out on Moses' tablets.

^2. Which was three of them. Aziraphale, Aeziraphale and A'ziraphale -- Aziraphale didn't speak to his two name counterparts, they both worked for accounting and were too dull for words.

^3. Not surprising, as Heaven's memo system was hugely outdated. If you wanted mail on time, you had to go to Hell for that.

[ooc: Loss start, oh God. Open.]

009 Points

[tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com]

( Kanaya, Jade, and anyone else interested in gardening filter )

[Alleyne's in the library, looking shower fresh and relaxing with her usual stew and coffee dinner, reading up on holidays of various worlds. There have been a lot lately she wasn't familiar with. Next time she'll be ready!]

So there's a festival of some kind tomorrow. I suppose some of you will want me to go with you all and enjoy the day with you. It'd be rude to say no, wouldn't it?

[ooc: Open however~ Come convince her to go!]

one hundred and sixty:

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[today's ink color: emerald green]

I thought primavera was a kind of pasta dish.

六

[disguisedsword.livejournal.com]

[ Ragnarok is actually outside of the castle for once. Just outside of the entrance, looking off toward the direction of the town. Before picking up his journal and talking to it. ]

Festa Della Primavera... The First Day of Spring. Of course this isn't a translation, but that is what tomorrow is also supposed to be. And that's all it is. Yet there are books upon books full of mythology on why it is. All death and resurrection, hope for new life, those sorts of things.

It seems oddly complicated for something so simple as the tilt of the axis...if this world of sorts even has that.


[ ooc; so open ]

021

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Spike hadn't really looked at the invitation left at his door until he picked up a journal and overheard people talking. Same kind of talk you hear every time there's a party going on, and he has to hand it to them, they never quit with the optimism. But there's always a chance this one won't end in horror, so he doesn't feel obligated to spoil the fun.]

They really love their festivals.

[The food usually isn't half bad at least; and that's the thought that leads him to his journey downstairs. On his way to the kitchen (which was theoretically where he meant to go), he happens to pass by the Death Match and stops -- like he's got a weird sixth sense about something. Or maybe he just felt like sticking around a little longer after all.

He realizes he's still got the journal open, so he asks of nobody in particular.]

Ever feel like you missed something? [He starts towards the entrance, since he hasn't visited them in a while. Not when anything exciting was going on. As much as he's heard about the other use for the bar, he's never been around for it.] It's called the Death Match for a reason, right?


ooc: open, as always. Posting just before bed, so I'll tag back tomorrow. :)

_eighteen_

[skullish.livejournal.com]

[It's nighttime, and as usual, it is also the right time. For this little goth witch girl to go floating around the castle, that is.

She just woke up a little while ago, being the nocturnal creature that she is, and as such is pretty sleepy. She begins floating down the stairs, but kind of misjudges what she's doing and trips pretty spectacularly on the step.

And then starts to tumble down all four flights of stairs, to the lobby below.

On the way down, her journal pops open and can pick up her startled noises. And swearing, there is also swearing.]

Whazzat -- AAH! Oh fu -- ow! What the hell ...?!

[Thud thud thud thud thud. Thud.]

[ooc. open in person and over the journal, natch :3]

(no subject)

[fightfurther.livejournal.com]

( roof filter )

Third Toll

[hasnoneeds.livejournal.com]

So it's spring time already is it? If no one had been talking about it I might have missed out on noticing. You see back home we have this little fairy that likes to announce spring. She runs around and shoots danmaku everywhere to give it a big warm welcome. Though it's kind of annoying it's weird to not see it right now. This must mean the cherry trees are going into bloom here too. Maybe I should have a little flower viewing later on.