Tenth Negotiations; Action

[succubitch]

[Lilah's been walking through town for a while now, looking through the different shops there. There were few things she enjoyed as much as splurging on a few nice outfits. She always liked to deck herself out in things like diamonds and silk. She wouldn't be caught dead in anything cheap, not even here where no one knew of how high ranking she had been in her firm at home. It's a nicer reminder, at least, of the prestige she once had.

After a short while she ducks into another one of the stores, looking through some of the dresses there. She figures that if she does end up going to that stupid barbeque Wesley invited her to, she might as well look as good as she can.

About twenty minutes later, she exits with yet another bag in hand. Perhaps she was overdoing it today, but it wasn't like she wouldn't have other opportunities to wear some of these things.

She stops at a little stand, selling an array of different sorts of scarves. More and more, she's been adding pretty, silken scarves to her collection. Her neck was rarely bare anymore.

And finally, after another hour or so of shopping and browsing, she decides she's done enough for today and heads back toward the castle.]

[ooc:So very very open. Feel free to have someone run into Lilah anywhere, in the streets of the town, inside one of the shops, on her way back to the castle, whatever. Have at it!]

Third Deduction [Dictated]

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Conan is curled up in one of the library's overstuffed chairs, deeply engrossed in a large book.  On the table beside him sits a large stack of thick chapter books.  A close look will reveal titles of classic mysteries from several different authors.  The works of Arthur Conan Doyle are in the definite majority.  After several long minutes Conan finally closes the book and sets it to the side.  He stretches his arms up over his head and muses aloud in a a genuinely happy voice.]

Ah, Sholmes is so amazing!  I think I'm going to read all of these today, and then when I finish I'm going to read them all over again.

[Conan has discovered the mystery section in the library, and he may never leave again.  For the first time since arriving in the castle he is genuinely happy. Anyone want to bother the mystery geek?]

9 Blueprints - Action

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Ted's in the kitchen this morning, drinking some coffee. With the bags under his eyes, his hair a bit messier than usual, and his obvious slouching, he looks miserable. Feels it, too. Ever since last week, sleeping has been hell. None of his nights had been restful, and most of them ended with him waking in a cold sweat-- and often before the sun rose, as well.

A yawn breaks out of him before he takes another sip of coffee. It's hardly doing anything to energize him. All this lack of sleep is giving him a hell of a headache, too. With a moan, he doubles over, practically faceplanting into the table.

The journal's open nearby, but he's far too miserable to care.]

eighth blood.

[deathwarder.livejournal.com]

( private, dream; )

[ ...the sun is high when Neltharion awakens. Not like the cold, cruel darkness he's accustomed to. He hasn't seen the light of day for ages; as such, golden eyes wince and narrow, a slender hand seeking to block the rays out.

 

The first thing he notices is that his form remains in-tact, not broken and beaten. Rich robes are smooth, not littered with holes; navy horns rise from a healthy head of raven's hair unclipped. He feels himself up, as if he doesn't believe what's happened. He hears lava churning in his ears, earth groaning, but why? Where is this place?

 

An enormous castle towers over him just nearby, lush grass beneath him. He breaths in deep the scent of this world, and it's one he doesn't recognize. He tries to speak to the trees, but receives no answer. The skies are equally silent. Rising to his knees, he suddenly feels fearful. Alone. So he does what he always has when frightened: he sings.

 

The language is one long dead, unfamiliar to all. But somehow his words carry still, to the ears of any who would listen. ]

"The spring seethes and the river surges;
please watch over that deep sea.
You soar up into the air with mysterious wings;
please guide that dark sky.

The dawn rains freely,
moistens my cheeks.
Like embracing a child,
I’d like it to surround me tenderly."

 

[ It's a prayer. For strength. For harmony. For company. Already more at ease, he leans back. The wind lifts his voice, beyond the mountains, beyond everything in sight... ]

"A scorching gaze,
the power to pursue a beautiful dream.
Please put on your heart and soul,
and take me along to a sinless era.

You soar up into the air with mysterious wings;
please guide that dark sky.
Amen."

[ Neltharion's aura radiates outward, seeking the warmth of another. Will you answer him? ]

(( It's Neltharion loss time! For the unacquainted, Neltharion looks like this and compared to Deathwing, is actually a very nice guy! If you always wanted CR with Deathwing, but were worried he might rip your head off, now's your chance. Come bother him by the castle gates or respond by journal and watch in amazement as Neltharion is baffled by it! NOW WITH 100% LESS BROKEN LINK... let me know if it goes down again. ))

© ΔΙ. psychopaths hate walking

[crazyscreamer.livejournal.com]

[Naturally, Callisto blamed Ares for her little... problem. Then she realized that he was experiencing the same 'issue'. After another day she realized that it was her plans for travel that were getting put onto him. Which was frustrating, to say the least. After her attempt to get him to go where she wanted (in exchange for her own option to try and go where he wanted) failed miserably she decided to just... screw him over.

She's spent the past few days trying to run out of the destinations Ares had intended, which has backfired on her, naturally, and she's ended up all over the damn castle. Apparently, Ares had the same idea.

Now the castle, on a whole, has two very vindictive Gods trying to out-teleport the other. Somehow they've managed to end up in the same spot - for ONCE.]

This won't work, Ares. [have some idle threats, overheard on the journal] You won't wear my patience.


And here I thought you would have resorted to walking by now, what with your starting off as a mortal. [Because she could claim he wouldn't wear her patience all she wanted, but Ares knew that anger was something that Callisto couldn't easily ignore]



[ooc: This is the final post for the loss. I know Brian and myself have had a rough week, so this weekend, we'll be back-tagging into other open posts in the community for random drop-ins. In the mean-time, feel free to send the Gods anywhere you want. If you want them to drop into the duck-pond, the fountain, the forest, the Pie Hole, the roof - wherever. Just slap the destination into your comment and we'll have one of them drop in... or both of them. After all, payback is a bitch.]

forty-five shots

[echivoc.livejournal.com]

[It is time to break the routine for today. But, Cross does not realize he takes a different route entirely until he is upon the tree Alexstrasza bestowed upon the land. His focus had been on going into City Royale, but he knows his mind is swirling with other things.

One, being that if Judgment would even keep him as its user.

Another being that he still had to say something to whomever he spoke to — if they didn't want to punch his face in first.

Being near this vast tree does wonders to soothe his concerns, though, and he finds himself relaxing immensely. In due time, right?]


[ ooc; totes an open post :> ]

☮ eight detention slips

[delincuente.livejournal.com]

[Well. Here's something you're not going to see very often during your stay in Paradisa, so you might as well come and ogle while it's here: Alex Russo sitting curled up in a little ball on the kitchen counter, eating ice cream from the carton and looking uncharacteristically sullen.

Losing a friend is hard. It's even harder when you're trapped in a magic castle, and that was the only friend you'd bothered to make here. With him gone, Alex is now feeling very alone, and very homesick.]

Kind of sucks how there's nothing you can do to remember someone when you get back home. Like, you can't leave yourself a note saying , “Go to England, and look for the guy drinking alcohol at eleven in the morning.”

Someone should find a way to do that.

♐ [Action] [Journal Entry] - Being weak is horrible

[equestrian-envy.livejournal.com]

[Of course when Equius decides to leave and go try doing something, shenanigans ensue, of course. Why wouldn't it? Nothing bad happened normally, but when Equius is weak and cannot lift heavy things, bad things occur. Like this small bookshelf tumbling over.]

[Equius, who is still a small, weak female, is under a large amount of books and can't exactly... move. It's been about an hour and finally, the journal is used. Talk about stubborn.]

D --> I have saddled myself into a small amount of trouble
D --> If anyone is near or within the vicinity of the library I demand your assistance
D --> You will know the problem when you see it, I shall not neigh it over the journals


D --> It is e%tremely embarrassing

[Ugh, look what has happened, look what this castle has done. Asking for help, so... so low, so currish.]

[OOC: Equius is still a tiny ass female having to wear these silly frilly blue dresses the castle constantly gives him. Help would be nice but I personally don't mind anything mean either, feel free to assist or make fun of the poor troll.]

.1 [text]

[solarisation.livejournal.com]

[There is the light crinkling of paper as pages are flipped; this is the umpteenth time that she's gone through the journal. Reading, listening. Just taking in what others are saying and getting a feel for those who are also here. She also learned a thing or two from earlier entries made into the book - those from...herself.

Being spirited away is nothing too new for her. After all, Amaterasu had traveled one hundred years into the past and nearly messed it up by taking Shiranui's place for a bit of time. But that was a little different from finding herself in a castle, which she thought was merely a dream (after all - she had woken up with a human form again). But after the last couple of days of waking in the same place, in the same room?

The 'dream' thing was not the correct answer. After what seems like there would be nothing more than the noise of paper, thick, black ink appears on the page.]

While I cannot say that I can recall any of my previous stays in this place, it certainly seems as though I have been here before, if these entries in this book are anything to go by.

[There is a pause in the writing as she peers at the page.]

I would like to ask, though, if anyone has even my son. His name is Chibiterasu, though he will answer to Chibi.

[She guesses it's a long shot, though. She hadn't seen anything by the little wolf in the journal nor had she been able to sense him anywhere nearby.

There is a soft 'ah' before she wraps everything up:]

Oh, yes. I am Amaterasu and it is a pleasure to meet all of you.

Legend of the Infinite Realities

[seppun-tashime.livejournal.com]

[ A man of perhaps 35 or 40 years of age comes to on the bank of the duck pond. The morning is awake with the dulcet tones of the cranes, the sweet flutterings of the hummingbirds - ambience the man can only hear because of his sensibility of nature's blessings. He gets to his feet, appeased by the beauty around him, but unsure of where in the vast Empire of Rokugan he comes from the winds of fate have seen fit to deposit him.

He bears vaguely Asian features, and sports a samurai haircut, with his daisho - the two swords emblematic of the samurai class - at his waist. The most notable thing about him, however, is his state of dress. He is adorned with a lavish kimono woven of the finest fabrics to be found anywhere. His kataginu, the jacket worn over his robes, is of a handsome silk dyed in a deep emerald green. On his sleeves and back is a circular symbol: a blooming chrysanthemum flower. Anyone familiar with Rokugani customs will recognize this as the symbol of the Imperial Families, marking the stranger as a samurai of the highest prestige; not some wandering ronin seeking cheap coin. ]

Twenty Ninth

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

I've been in this place a whole year, today.

Strange to think, a year ago, I was riding back home to my family, thinking being kept from them for a few months was a living hell. [A sigh] Shows how naive I was.

I've often got to wondering if I was dragged into this place for a reason. That fate had some big plan for me, but the longer I stay here, the more I wonder if it's some sort of punishment. What better way for a man to atone for his crimes than being kept from the people who matter most to him?

Whatever the reason, I hope it don't last forever. I might forget what Abigail's stew tastes like, and that would be a real great loss.

[There's another sigh, before the journal closes. Leave your messages after the tone, the cowboy will get back to you once he's stopped brooding]

3 ∆ i solemnly swear that i am hirable (dictated/action)

[toerags]

(  moony  )

I didn't find this in the handbook - how important is money around here?

And I s'pose I should ask - is anyone looking for somebody to fill a vacant position? I'm a bloke with no experience in the workforce except for fighting a war full-time ... and said sap is in search for a job and something to do.

[ And, wait for the kicker, James will be in the library, sitting at a table jotting down his pros and cons on a piece of paper he managed to wish up. Arm bent and elbow leaning on the table, James rests his head in the palm of his hand. He's hard at work here. So far he has a few qualities and things he's done at Hogwarts - as well as his membership in the Peace Patrol - and other than that, he has no clue what employers look for. Or what Paradisa employers are looking for.

He may or may not have a book detailing how to sit an interview resting beside him on the table. ]

➠ xx6 ; backdated to this morning

[lanakane]

[This is a fine, lovely morning. Fine and lovely! That is, until there is an ear-piercing howl of incoherent swears ringing through the journal. This scream is followed by the sound of shattering glass. What is happening! What is going on!

Lana just woke up with teeny tiny hands. That's what.]

⌁ one

[worthily.livejournal.com]

[The journal has opened to the sound of restless pacing and the occasional odd clanking of metal whenever Thor bumps against or grips the bars of his cell. It doesn't take long before a booming, angry voice speaks.]

What foul trickery is this!? This is clearly not Jotunheim. Which realm is this and what have you done to my brother and my friends? I demand answers at once!

Who dares kidnap and imprison me — Thor, son of Odin — and steal my sword? Release me, lest you face my wrath!

003 Unread Page(s) in Your Inbox

[is0latedthinker.livejournal.com]

[Alan stands just inside the open door marked 'Insolitus', trying to discern exactly what those holes in the wall are for and to where they lead. While he might be big enough to crawl through, his flexibility isn't what it used to be, and the holes are dark - he doesn't want to get lost in there. Such are the woes of a silverfox.

So that leaves this programmer curious about whatever 'Insolitus' might be, and he turns to the convenient journal.]

Anyone care to explain what this 'Insolitus' is, other than a couple of holes in the wall?

Has anyone actually been inside?


(( Open to the journal, but action as well if anyone decides to take a walk on by! ))