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May. 14th, 2011
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palpitations[ As the journal opens, the sound pages being stirred, a soft lullaby is recorded. And for a few seconds there's nothing on the page save for a few scribbles. A few dots of ink as if the person with the pen has been tapping it against the page. A few nonsensical marks that all but one person would think to be random doodles. However, for that one person who would know, it's a code, translating to something like "Brother, are you here?" Then... for several minutes, there's nothing.
Until the journal begins to transcribe the quiet mumbles he makes to himself. ]
This has to be a dream. But still— Brother...
[ Another few moments of silence go by as Rolo flips through the pages of the journal, trying to find as much information as possible. Securing only a little, but noticing the writing strangly appearing on its own, he picks up his pen and begins to writein pretty girly handwriting. ]
The details I've been supplied with upon arrival are lacking. For those that can read this, I am requesting additional information regarding this location. This place looks nothing like anywhere in Area 11.
If you come into contact with someone—last name Lamperouge—contact me immediately.
[ A pause before an additional note is quickly added, accompanied by a scribble in the right hand corner. ]
My cellphone isn't getting any reception.
Until the journal begins to transcribe the quiet mumbles he makes to himself. ]
This has to be a dream. But still— Brother...
[ Another few moments of silence go by as Rolo flips through the pages of the journal, trying to find as much information as possible. Securing only a little, but noticing the writing strangly appearing on its own, he picks up his pen and begins to write
The details I've been supplied with upon arrival are lacking. For those that can read this, I am requesting additional information regarding this location. This place looks nothing like anywhere in Area 11.
If you come into contact with someone—last name Lamperouge—contact me immediately.
[ A pause before an additional note is quickly added, accompanied by a scribble in the right hand corner. ]
My cellphone isn't getting any reception.
- thirty-second year waiting -
May. 14th, 2011 05:38 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
nurse-boy.livejournal.comAlmost didn't realize what today was. I suppose it sort of--snuck up on me. Wasn't really keeping track, though.
I've been here for a year, now.
... Blimey.
It hasn't felt that long.
( Any of the Doctors )
( room filter )
And, uh, right--anyone around who's in a position of authority in the medical center? I need to speak with them. It's--official Peace Patrol business.
I've been here for a year, now.
... Blimey.
It hasn't felt that long.
( Any of the Doctors )( room filter )And, uh, right--anyone around who's in a position of authority in the medical center? I need to speak with them. It's--official Peace Patrol business.
10th Reset
May. 14th, 2011 10:56 amreset-week.livejournal.com( Private ) [Kaito's in the kitchen cooking. As nice as it was to wish for food, home-cooked tasted better and he felt a little less lazy this way.
He adresses the journal after a moment.]
Anybody here know any good cooking recipes? I want to get a bit better at this, so I'd like to know a couple.
[a pause.]
No, I don't think using Maragi will speed this up, Mothman. Don't try.
[open either in the kitchen or via journal]
backdated to much earlier this morning
May. 14th, 2011 10:59 amloveablecoward.livejournal.com[Some of the people he met who were kind to him when he first arrived have left. While he's happy that they get to go back—he's sure that they have family waiting for them back home like he does—he's also more than a little sad that he didn't get to spend more time with them. And he feels especially bad that he never got to say thanks.
He's been sitting on this plan for a couple of days. The problematic part is thinking of something the others would like. But he's finally got everything ready. Which means that some residents will wake up today to a surprise.
In no particular order
( For Fluttershy )
( For Mal )
( For Doctors Five and Eleven )
( For Sakura )
( For Pharos )
( For Galadriel )
( For Coraline )
( Tall, blond woman who scared me and then helped me find my room [aka Power Girl] )
( For Ashura and Felix )
Each has a little note with a specific that can be summed up as "Thank you. Courage."
You should probably know he never asked the Castle for any of this. Because that felt like cheating. So if you see his front paws are bandaged and there are still smatterings of dry paint on the patches of fur he had difficulty reaching while he troops down to the kitchen to get food, don't be surprised.]
[OOC: Open to anyone in the kitchen too. He'll be there a while. Running through the floors carrying gifts is exhausting.]
He's been sitting on this plan for a couple of days. The problematic part is thinking of something the others would like. But he's finally got everything ready. Which means that some residents will wake up today to a surprise.
In no particular order
( For Fluttershy )( For Mal )( For Doctors Five and Eleven )( For Sakura )( For Pharos )( For Galadriel )( For Coraline )( Tall, blond woman who scared me and then helped me find my room [aka Power Girl] )( For Ashura and Felix )Each has a little note with a specific that can be summed up as "Thank you. Courage."
You should probably know he never asked the Castle for any of this. Because that felt like cheating. So if you see his front paws are bandaged and there are still smatterings of dry paint on the patches of fur he had difficulty reaching while he troops down to the kitchen to get food, don't be surprised.]
[OOC: Open to anyone in the kitchen too. He'll be there a while. Running through the floors carrying gifts is exhausting.]
his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com[Dictated foreeeeever]
Well, then. I've been told that if I want answers, I ought to look in this notebook. Funny, though, that every time I reach for a pen to write in here, the pen seems to move - almost on its own. I do suppose that’s what dictation’s for. Still, it is awfully strange that any pen I reach for won't hold still...
From the look of things, I’ve been here before. I'm quite sorry, but I do hope there is no one here expecting me to remember them. I have absolutely no recollection of this place. Oh, I still don't fully understand how I even came to be here.
[She makes a disgruntled nose before continuing.]
My name is Sarah Jane Smith. I’m a journalist back in England, and a friend of the Doctor’s. It's very nice to meet you, I’m sure.
Well, then. I've been told that if I want answers, I ought to look in this notebook. Funny, though, that every time I reach for a pen to write in here, the pen seems to move - almost on its own. I do suppose that’s what dictation’s for. Still, it is awfully strange that any pen I reach for won't hold still...
From the look of things, I’ve been here before. I'm quite sorry, but I do hope there is no one here expecting me to remember them. I have absolutely no recollection of this place. Oh, I still don't fully understand how I even came to be here.
[She makes a disgruntled nose before continuing.]
My name is Sarah Jane Smith. I’m a journalist back in England, and a friend of the Doctor’s. It's very nice to meet you, I’m sure.
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May. 14th, 2011 12:04 pmheliotroping.livejournal.com[It's been a long time, and that outdoor stage hasn't been maintained in a long time.
Probably.
Django'll be up there, sweeping up dirt, leaves, and other things, occasionally inspecting the wood parts to see if it hasn't rotted since winter. He has his journal in his pocket, wrapped around itself so that it's open]
There hasn't been any plays in a while... I wonder if this will get used again soon...
[sweep, sweep]
Best keep it clean... He'll be sad if he saw it like this.
Probably.
Django'll be up there, sweeping up dirt, leaves, and other things, occasionally inspecting the wood parts to see if it hasn't rotted since winter. He has his journal in his pocket, wrapped around itself so that it's open]
There hasn't been any plays in a while... I wonder if this will get used again soon...
[sweep, sweep]
Best keep it clean... He'll be sad if he saw it like this.
{003} voice
May. 14th, 2011 01:29 pmherexcellency.livejournal.com[She's finally going to bring this to the journals/network after keeping to herself all this time trying to figure it out since the incident with Sasuke.]
A loss includes the loss of one's ability, does it not? And it can be any ability?
A loss includes the loss of one's ability, does it not? And it can be any ability?
rapid de-aging - day 3
May. 14th, 2011 01:48 pmkickthecanplz.livejournal.com[And now on the last day, Ritsu Kasanoda is an adorable terrifying baby.
Holding a sword in its scabbard, Little Ritsu is sitting in a doorway. What do?
Finally, thanks to all who played with my first loss, went better than expected~ and of course you can backtag on any day you missed.]
Holding a sword in its scabbard, Little Ritsu is sitting in a doorway. What do?
Finally, thanks to all who played with my first loss, went better than expected~ and of course you can backtag on any day you missed.]
1 dictated/action
May. 14th, 2011 02:12 pmarmagus.livejournal.com[Dictated]
I've been thinking about it, and I've decided I'm not even going to try asking the question on where the exit to back home is.
[There's a pause, sounds like someone's flipping pages "crazy messed up piece of crap..." before he sighs and speaks up again.]
So, what's a good place to get some food around here?
[Action]
[For anyone who is in {insert location of ragna's room here} standing outside the door to his room, currently just staring irritatingly at the number plate with his name on. Now how the hell...?
Feel free to come and bother him, he's in a bit of a bad mood, though.]
I've been thinking about it, and I've decided I'm not even going to try asking the question on where the exit to back home is.
[There's a pause, sounds like someone's flipping pages "crazy messed up piece of crap..." before he sighs and speaks up again.]
So, what's a good place to get some food around here?
[Action]
[For anyone who is in {insert location of ragna's room here} standing outside the door to his room, currently just staring irritatingly at the number plate with his name on. Now how the hell...?
Feel free to come and bother him, he's in a bit of a bad mood, though.]
==> Embark.
May. 14th, 2011 03:19 pmpsych0p0mps[It's Friday, of course. Totally Friday! We're not late. And that means it's time for the Insolitus expedition to begin.
Game grub: check.
Supplies: check.
Sweet costumes: check.
Dice: check.
Let's get this show on the road.]
SECTIONS:
- Day 1: Mingling ==> Beginning the Adventure
- Day 2: In which minor complications arise
- Day 3: Miniboss A, Miniboss B, Miniboss C ==> LOST ROOM
((ooc:
Also there is a chat channel! Pop into AIM chatroom insolitus at any time to plot!))
molecules(set a couple of days post-trial)
( cole turner )
[ A few hours later ...
Dictated over the journals from her room, Piper won't admit it but she misses fighting demons. Now she has too much free time on her hands and not one clue in how to deal with it. So she thinks she'll indulge herself with a little hobby she's been neglecting for a good few years.
And it doesn't involve wishing, much to Piper's disappointment. ]
So, does Paradisa have a shopping mall or something that will allow me to stretch my legs and window shop?
( cole turner )[ A few hours later ...
Dictated over the journals from her room, Piper won't admit it but she misses fighting demons. Now she has too much free time on her hands and not one clue in how to deal with it. So she thinks she'll indulge herself with a little hobby she's been neglecting for a good few years.
And it doesn't involve wishing, much to Piper's disappointment. ]
So, does Paradisa have a shopping mall or something that will allow me to stretch my legs and window shop?
005. [dictated]
May. 14th, 2011 04:48 pmfoolreversedLooks like a bunch of people were sent home recently, huh.
I gotta admit though, I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around what happens when you leave this place. I mean... you really just forget everything? I guess it makes sense for people who are only here for a short time but sheesh, haven't some of you been here for years? That's really weird. Makes you wonder what the point of doing anything here is...
To be honest, it's even hard for me to believe that I was here before at all. I thought eventually I would remember, you know? Like, the memories were just repressed somewhere in my mind. But nuh uh. Not so I guess.
I don't know what I'd do if it turned out I was actually here for a long time before rather than just a few weeks or whatever it was.
I gotta admit though, I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around what happens when you leave this place. I mean... you really just forget everything? I guess it makes sense for people who are only here for a short time but sheesh, haven't some of you been here for years? That's really weird. Makes you wonder what the point of doing anything here is...
To be honest, it's even hard for me to believe that I was here before at all. I thought eventually I would remember, you know? Like, the memories were just repressed somewhere in my mind. But nuh uh. Not so I guess.
I don't know what I'd do if it turned out I was actually here for a long time before rather than just a few weeks or whatever it was.
Episode 66
May. 14th, 2011 05:49 pmspongetastic.livejournal.com[Peter is wandering the castle today trying to find a place to think. The roof would be his first choice but it seems a lot of people choose that. So he goes into the library instead. It's quiet and not frequented as much.
He finds a place to sit. It doesn't take long for a ghost to come up and offer him a book]
..No. Thanks, I've read that one already.
[but the ghost leaves it nearby, and of course Peter picks it up]
[open like a completely open... thing]
He finds a place to sit. It doesn't take long for a ghost to come up and offer him a book]
..No. Thanks, I've read that one already.
[but the ghost leaves it nearby, and of course Peter picks it up]
[open like a completely open... thing]
2% cooler--dictated/castle grounds spam;
May. 14th, 2011 09:10 pmsonicdash.livejournal.com[Rainbow Dash has settled in a tree with her journal. Ever seen a pony in a tree? Come outside now and you can.]
So, hey. Some of you humans can fly, right?
[She hasn't quite grasped the subtle differences between humans and aliens and the other various beings in Paradisa. Until she gets more used to things, anyone who looks like a human qualifies as a human.]
The big question is, can you fly fast? Because this place is all right, but there's been a serious lack of any kind of race or competition since I showed up. Come on, I gotta show off my stuff!
[She bounces off the tree branch in excitement, accidentally knocking the journal to the ground as she does a quick loop. Then she flies back down, grabs the journal in her teeth, and noses it open to see if anyone has replied.]
So, hey. Some of you humans can fly, right?
[She hasn't quite grasped the subtle differences between humans and aliens and the other various beings in Paradisa. Until she gets more used to things, anyone who looks like a human qualifies as a human.]
The big question is, can you fly fast? Because this place is all right, but there's been a serious lack of any kind of race or competition since I showed up. Come on, I gotta show off my stuff!
[She bounces off the tree branch in excitement, accidentally knocking the journal to the ground as she does a quick loop. Then she flies back down, grabs the journal in her teeth, and noses it open to see if anyone has replied.]
003//Action
May. 14th, 2011 10:25 pmheart0fsword.livejournal.com[Greetings Paradisa! There is, yet again, a redheaded swordsman in your midst, walking your halls and your lobby and... wherever else he has to go--though he is carrying a red-headed new edition with him this time, along with an extra sword (seeing as he found the child with it).]
[The child seems content for the most part right now, just sort of cuddled into Kenshin's side with one hand stubbornly holding the hilt of one of the two swords like a safety blanket... but that's probably only going to last for so long...]
[And so he's currently... trying to find that certain other resident of this place that so happens to share a surname with him--BECAUSE SHE KNOWS MORE ABOUT THESE THINGS THAN HE DOES *SOB* ;; No really how does he get himself into these things, it's like children just seek him out... (not that he minds, but he's used to them being just a little older than this!!!!]
[Anyone want to compliment the 'father' on his handsom 'son'? (Hey... they both have red hair... what else is anyone going to think?) Waifu? Want to bail your idiot sort-of-but-not-quite husband out? COULD SOMEONE AT LEAST TELL HIM IF THIS CHILD CAN EAT SOLID FOOD YET!?! D8]
[The child seems content for the most part right now, just sort of cuddled into Kenshin's side with one hand stubbornly holding the hilt of one of the two swords like a safety blanket... but that's probably only going to last for so long...]
[And so he's currently... trying to find that certain other resident of this place that so happens to share a surname with him--BECAUSE SHE KNOWS MORE ABOUT THESE THINGS THAN HE DOES *SOB* ;; No really how does he get himself into these things, it's like children just seek him out... (not that he minds, but he's used to them being just a little older than this!!!!]
[Anyone want to compliment the 'father' on his handsom 'son'? (Hey... they both have red hair... what else is anyone going to think?) Waifu? Want to bail your idiot sort-of-but-not-quite husband out? COULD SOMEONE AT LEAST TELL HIM IF THIS CHILD CAN EAT SOLID FOOD YET!?! D8]
(no subject)
May. 14th, 2011 10:40 pmfishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com[Exclaimed, directly and loudly, in the journal for all and sundry to hear]
We should have tea!
We should have tea!
☙ｌ ｅ ｖ ｅ ｌ ＯＮＥ [action/dictated]
May. 14th, 2011 11:38 pmcrymoore.livejournal.com[ ☙ACTION❧ ][ Waking in a bed one doesn't recall falling asleep in is one cause of alarm, yet it doesn't stop the itching curiosity from creeping it's way along her mind. This is most definitely a castle of some sorts - the regal linens and decor only further validates this thought, but it is one she cannot recall. The colors don't remind her of the only kingdom she can accept waking up in as she sits up curiously in the bed. This most definitely isn't Lordaeron.
A few minutes later, a lean woman with golden hair leaves the room. Her eyes catch a glimpse of the nameplate with 'Jaina Proudmoore', but she chooses to not linger about it for now. Not when there's more pressing questions (issues primarily) at hand. With vestments 'borrowed' from the closet (improper it would be to wander the halls of royalty in a nightgown) and her hair brushed gently over the side of her face, she steps as quietly as she can. At the end of the hallway, she hesitates as her arms come up. The familiarity of otherworldly intent can be felt as she tries to grasp the familiar magic she knows so well.
There's nothing for her to grab. No shimmering hole ripped into space to take her back to Azeroth, back to home, back to where she belongs. ]
This is quite the peculiar quagmire I've gotten myself into.
[ Speaking to herself (those who are adept at magical studies are notorious for this, are they not?) was a slight alleviation to her mood. This sorceress is much too preoccupied with the concerns of being unable to teleport that she neglects to take in her surroundings (and those who may possibly be near her). There's a gentle sigh to follow her words as she continues on her exploration of the castle grounds. ]
[ ☙DICTATED❧ ][ Later in the evening, after exploring to her heart's content, one Jaina Proudmoore is residing back within her room. Her journal is open in her lap and there's a writing utensil presumably in her fingertips, resting against the pages, but not yet scribbling. Unmoving, she just gazes down upon it. ]
An opportunity like this is too rare to pass--[ Noticing quickly that her words are being written underneath her solitary fingertips, she pursues her words. ] up. The Light has been gracious enough to bring me to this place, but I must question the timing of it all. There is something foul afoot back home and I feel my presence is needed. I cannot help but be intrigued by the strangeness of this place however..