May. 6th, 2011

[identity profile] drugged-chai.livejournal.com
[Mohinder is leafing through his journal his eyes widening at how much time had passed.]

Oh...two months. That's a little shocking.

Firstly I suppose I should thank whomever it was that brought me to the clinic. The last thing I remember is putting the vials outside Darien's room.

Oh, that reminds me, Darien. I imagine I can continue work on your samples, if you tell me what the after effects were like.

Secondly I should thank the clinic staff for looking after me, I hope I wasn't too taxing.

[Decides he should check in with the others too]

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[identity profile] playdohsmash.livejournal.com
So it's occurred to me that I've met a lot of people so far with some pretty interesting stories. The whole place is magic, it seems, and I'll admit now that I wasn't quite honest the first time that I introduced myself.

My name is Chuck Charles, and I'm dead. Well, I used to be dead. We've decided that "alive again" is really the best sort of term for it, you know, since I do breathe and eat and sleep -- and I don't care much for "zombie," either, because that word has got some pretty horrible connotations attached to it. And you know what? It feels pretty good to get that off my chest. Keeping a secret that big is hard, you know. [Her tone is pleasant, upbeat, and she flows easily from one topic to another.]

Tell me a little about your world, or recommend a good book for me to read in the library. It seems like I've got nothing but time on my hands since I've been here. I'll be in the kitchen, too, if anyone wants a cup-pie. I'm experimenting with rhubarb this week, and I have to say, it's pretty exciting.

[And anyone who does go into the kitchen will find the place coated in flour and Chuck up to her elbows, stress-baking away.]
[identity profile] resurrects-pies.livejournal.com
[Good morning, Paradisa! There is now a Piemaker in your town. Approximately 3 hours, 34 minutes, and 12 seconds ago, Ned was deposited in the Castle rather unceremoniously, and the facts were these; After landing roughly in the Lobby. One look at his journal told the Piemaker everything he didn't want to know, principally that Paradisa was "magical", and that something called a "loss" was involved. This didn't sit well with him, and so he abandoned the journal, and made his way into town, trying to find something "normal" among his surroundings. It seemed that no matter where he turned, which sidestreet he ducked into, that simple black book seemed to follow him everywhere. Even to the building with the pie-shaped roof that was so much a part of the Piemaker's life where he had come from. Ned had blundered straight into The Pie Hole.]

Wait a minute...I know this isn't what I think it is. This has got to be some sort of hallucination. A fever dream caused by repressed anxiety. Not that I have anything to be anxious about. I woke up in what looked like a fancy hotel lobby with ghosts and other things I don't believe in walking around as though they made sense. Where...am I?



((OOC: Open! Come bother Ned in town, or over the scary stalker book!))
[identity profile] invisphilospher.livejournal.com
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[Fresh from his loss, Darien has decided to embrace being bisible for a while, so he's taking a walk through town to see the sights. He stops in front of one particular building, looking up at it.]

Holy crap! We have a bowling alley? Sweet! Who wants to join me for a few games? My treat.

[For the remainder of the day he'll be at Alley Oops, having a blast and hoping at least a few people join him. Bowling Alleys are more fun when you have someone to hang out with, after all]

((ooc: Forward dated to noonish.))
[identity profile] sonicdash.livejournal.com
[Rainbow Dash hurtles towards the ground at breakneck speeds. Not that this is unusual, of course. She knows what she's doing. She's going to pull up at the last moment and circle back and it'll be awesome.

Of course, she wasn't counting on there being a castle in her way.]


Woooooah!

[She pulls up sharply, wings and hooves flailing as she tries to slow down way sooner than she'd planned. She shifts her wings and glides around the towers instead of into them, letting herself slow down until she's managed to stop accelerating.]

Phew!

[She lands on the roof and frowns, looking around.]

I don't remember ever seeing this castle before. Or... anything else about this place. Did I just get... lost?

[She trots over to the edge of the roof and looks down. Nothing is familiar. She walks around the edge and noses curiously at the door, before backing up a little and staring at it. She is not afraid of a little door, of course, and she'll go through it soon, but she's all alone without her friends in a strange place. It's okay to look before leaping.

Or maybe she should have looked a little more carefully. She trips over an open book and stumbles over.]


Hey, what's this?

[She frowns and starts flipping the pages with her hoof.]
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[personal profile] sworn
[There's a slight gasp as Vereesa opens her eyes and realizes that she is not where she was moments ago.

In fact, she doesn't recognize where she is at first, which is alarming in itself. She sits up and sucks in a bit of breath. Her muscles ache for reasons she doesn't recall, and when she tries to speak her throat is a little dry.]


Halduron.

...

Vol'jin.

[The sheets of the clinic bed shuffle as she moves to get out of them, still alarmed that she's not in Quel'Thalas, and still unaware of the journal's presence...

or anyone else's presence for that matter.]



(ooc: open via journal or in the clinic! because someone's gotta be there, right?)
[identity profile] wildcompanion.livejournal.com
[Kainé's just arrived in Paradisa and is walking about trying to figure out just where the heck she is, when she notices that a journal (her journal) has been trying to follow behind her this whole time]

Just great. Another moving book. [her tone of voice is slightly amused] And I thought I had seen enough of them to last a life time. What, are you going to start talking too?

[she then disregards the book and starts to walk away, foot steps being picked up by the journal. Soon they stop though as she realizes said journal is still following her. Okaaaay... Her previously amused tone is gone.]

Look. Fuck off, alright? I'm really not in the mood for this shit right now.

[she starts walking away again but stops once more because- yep. Journal's STILL following her. There's a low growl before...]

I SAID FUCK OFF!!

[and with that she kicks the journal with as much force as she can, sending it whirling down the hall]



(ooc: over the journal or in person, all is cool!)
[identity profile] is0latedthinker.livejournal.com
[He wakes up in a chair, groggily rubbing at the side of his face where it was pressed against the chair he's sitting in rather uncomfortably. He mumbles to himself, noting that his glasses are still on.]

Must have fallen asleep while reading reports... It's been awhile since that happened.

[He chuckles to himself wryly, remembering the all-nighters he worked with Kevin Flynn back when he was in his thirties. The memory of Flynn has him reaching for his pocket to check his pager. His pockets, however, are empty.]

I swore I left it in my pocket...Wait, this isn't my house. ...Where am I?

[He stands, looking to each corner of the room he's in. It's rather richly decorated, rather than the modern, minimalist style he prefers nowadays. He doesn't notice the journal sitting propped open on the arm of the chair until his movement knocks it over.]

What's this? Strange...it's recording everything I say. Is this one of those voice recognition programs?
...This would be good for Flynn OS13.

[He chuckles almost excitedly, knowing that the free exchange of information is something to strive for.]

What Flynn wouldn't give to see this. It's a shame Sam won't listen to me about retaking the company.

[He shakes his head.]

Well, guess I'd better explore what's around here, see if I can find my pager. I don't suppose there's any popcorn around, is there..?

[His voice fades into the background as he heads for the door, leaving the journal on the chair he just vacated.]

((Well, Alan's off to explore the castle and look for his pager! He'll just be wandering around the castle at random, so feel free to jump in.))
[identity profile] deathwarder.livejournal.com

 [ There is a demonic cat resting in the library atop one of the many tables, books piled all around it. Curled in its tail is a pen, currently scribbling furiously in an open journal. Splayed beneath its paws are a variety of texts detailing dark, forbidden magics. Sharp red eyes follow the pages, jagged claws skimming lines written in an indecipherable language. Deathwing seems to have no problem reading them, however, mulling over the contents as he addresses Paradisa with his findings. ]

Cair Paradisa is a domain unlike anything I have ever seen, even in my considerable time spent roaming the earth. A living, breathing presence persists here, a foreboding shadow cast upon all residents. Staircases spiral endlessly. Doorways lead everywhere, or nowhere at all. Magical energy abounds. The castle itself appears sentient to a degree; I cannot walk a single step without feeling its eyes watching me.

The areas surrounding the castle are seemingly boundless, and encompass a variety of terrain. Mountains, hills, lakes, hot springs... it's clear the castle intends its victims to stay for an extended period. For what reason have we been kidnapped from our homes? Are the powers of our unseen masters beyond godlike? My strength fails me, my power fizzles. My chances for survival are threatened if this continues. Vigilance, serve me well.

I would like to collect additional information from you, Paradisa. What is the nature of your "loss"? How long have you been entrapped? Have you encountered any clues to the whereabouts of castle guardians? These questions I ask you in hopes of maintaing neutrality, a steady truce. So long as I am left alone, I shall not retaliate with force. Perhaps a partnership of sorts can be achieved so that we may work for the betterment of all...

[ And by all, Deathwing of course means himself. But who said he couldn't sound pragmatic?

With a conniving grin, Deathwing claps the journal shut. ]

(( This entry is open to any and all responses, written or dictated. You are also free to come bug him in person! To anyone I owe tags to, I promise I'll get to them soon. )) 

 

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May. 6th, 2011 08:23 pm
[identity profile] fastest.livejournal.com
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[ having had enough of hermiting himself away in his room, joshua is actually going to attempt to snub out his cabin fever and take advantage of all the awesome that's around. the library is tempting, but he's been there enough, so for now he's going to be wandering quite a ways out and actually checking out that giant tree in the woods. he's been there before, but he didn't really get to appreciate it.

besides, it's so soothing. it actually makes him smile as he walks around it, considering flying up to the top just to see how high it goes ]



[ ooc; Totally open post! Feel free to catch him anywhere between the castle lobby and said tree, since he's liable to stop and rest a lot~ ALSO steps might be taken (we're still discussing it) to extend Joshua's time as sane, so...stay tuned, yes. ]
[identity profile] blasthigh.livejournal.com
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[ shin's waiting downstairs in the lobby, dressed nicely with his journal in his lap, eagerly waiting its reply. feel free to come up and say hi while he waits! ]

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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