Jul. 6th, 2011

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I'm having a picnic by the duck pond, if anyone's interested. [A pause.] -- is anyone interested? I need to know how much bread to bring.

[The journal shuts, then opens again almost immediately.]

And I'm Katara, for those of you I haven't met yet. I'd like to get to know you.

[True to her word, she'll be lounging out by the duck pond on a blanket and near an untouched basket of food. Toying with a chunk of bread, she hasn't actually hurled any at the water yet.]
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Expand[Peace Patrol] )

Those who are done with their own cleanup: if anyone wants to drop by the outdoor stage to help with repairs, I'll be working on that today.

[And sure enough, for anyone who cares to come by and see, there's a mostly-forgotten outdoor stage on the castle grounds, with a decent-sized auditorium. It's all pretty messed up, courtesy of the First Gens, but Yuan is diligently working with hammer and nails and paint to get it back into usable condition.]

((ooc: Open for the stage, over the journals for the rest.))
[identity profile] derpish.livejournal.com
[This morning finds a small boy of around nine years old in the lobby; he's wearing a pristine white uniform with red trim and hasn't yet got his usual gold-rimmed glasses.

This is not the colony, that's for sure, and he's almost careful in his footsteps as he walks around the lobby. Is he dreaming? Is this an artificial simulation? Whatever it is, it's beautiful and he doesn't want to risk shattering the illusion by stepping too hard.

The journal is open on the couch nearby, but he doesn't notice and wouldn't pay it any mind even if he did. Recording Cain calling out tentatively to the air.]


Uh... excuse me? I think I'm lost. Again.
[identity profile] dupable.livejournal.com
[Dave wakes up in John's loving embrace.

Wait

What.]


THE FUCK-!?

[There is a tense moment of silence that passes. No sound, not even breathing, before a meek reply finally comes.]

Hi Dave...

[Ok. This is just fine. This hugging thing? Just fine, so chill, totally heterosexual, etc. wait... is he... cuddling his chest?

That's a little less heterosexual.]


AUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHH

[FLAILING LIKE HE'S NEVER FLAILED BEFORE]

[John is dropping that potato like it's hot. In fact John will be panicking and shoving Dave away while simultaneously wiggling backwards himself.]


I DIDN'T MEAN TO!

DUDE YOU TOTALLY MEANT IT!

[Dave snaps back, readjusting his shades and brushing his shirt off madly, ostensibly de-cootifying himself or something.]

I WAS LIKE, IN A FUCKING COMA! THAT'S - THAT'S HUG MOLESTATION! DO YOU WANT TO BE A REGISTERED FUCKING HUG MOLESTER, EGBERT!?

NO! I DIDN'T KNOW! I THOUGHT YOU WERE NIC CAGE! NO WAIT--! AUGH! I MEAN A CARDBOARD NIC CAGE! I DIDN'T KNOW!!!!

[Covering his face with his hands.]

I WAS A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT CARDBOARD YOU DUNKASS, NOT SIR RAINBOW SNUGGLE-TIMES MCGEE.

[...]

Oh my fucking God, what else did you do to me!?

[Just. Staring. HE WILL NEVER BE CLEAN...]

What?

[It takes him a second to get what he means, but it finally sinks in.]

DUDE! GROSS! NO!!! I WOULDN'T!!!!!!!

((OOC. After spending about a month as a cardboard cut out of a Nic Cage character, Dave finally wakes up! Yay! I'll let you guess which color belongs to which boy.))
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[Washington slowly tries to shake himself from the fog of sleep, only to realize something is horribly wrong. Especially with the noises he is making, accompanied by the fact that his body just feels wrong. The mouth and body changes aren't easy, and he's having difficulty just getting out of bed to grab his journal.

He opens the journal, making some honking and blarging noises without thinking before wishing for some ink to scrape in a message.]


Don't come to room 1103 until further notice. Got it?

[More elite noises can be heard before he closes the journal.]
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Who: Angel and Faith
What: Faith is a creeper and wants to talk to Angel
When: Tonight. Wednesday night.
Where: Angel's room.
Rating: .... idk.


Faith didn't need an invitation to enter Angel's room, all she needed was a shoulder and a strong grip on a doorknob. The lock broke with a twist of her wrist as she slammed her weight into the door. Getting the door to close... that was another story, but she managed to prop it so that at least it didn't seem quite so obvious. It wasn't as if Faith actually cared if Angel knew someone had been in his room. With the recent break-ins she figured he'd have beefed up his security, but he probably had other things on his mind.

Definitely wasn't thinking that a brunette Slayer would be making a house call. Yet, here she was, wandering around his room and picking through whatever was left out in the open. It wasn't much though. The minimalist lifestyle that he'd had back home seemed to translate well to the castle. Wish not, want not.

Eventually, when she realized that most of his belongings were pretty much dullsville, she took a seat in the corner and let the shadows in the room keep her company. He'd end up back in that room soon enough and then maybe she'd actually feel like having that talk he kept trying to have with her.
[identity profile] kungfuwitch.livejournal.com
Who: Phoebe Halliwell and Peter Petrelli
What: Their first date
When: 7/6
Where: Seasons room
Rating: Oh, who knows. PG-13ish?

ExpandI am the sun, and the air... )

♛ 38

Jul. 6th, 2011 10:47 pm
[identity profile] emit.livejournal.com
[Since the end of the great adventure at sea, Kallen's taken it upon herself to try to get back into her normal routine as quickly as possible. This included her time at the gym as well as the occasional walk throughout the castle's many hallways. She had no real reason for doing this other than it being a good way to clear her head. Sometimes reading the strange names reminded her of the differences in the castle's population. Living together like this had to create some form of tolerance, if not a stalemate or truce. Maybe?

Regardless, the redhead is beginning to wander around the upper floors of the castle, taking a break from her workout. She found it better to slow her movements rather than stop altogether. As she makes her way through the corridors, she opens her journal, letting it record her footsteps before she muses into the book.]


Is it strange how quickly I can fall back into my usual habits here? Even after a big... whatever it was, we take a few days to recover then move on with things. Has it always been that way? Spend a week or so fighting for our lives, spend two or three days flipping out about it, then go off and do our own thing. I'm not trying to complain about anything, but somehow, it just feels off to me.

[There's a pause before Kallen blows a puff of air.] I'm probably just over thinking this. I really need another hobby.

[OOC: Open journal, gym, or hallways!]
[identity profile] saccharosium.livejournal.com
[backdated to about fifteen minutes after this post]

[filter; navy those who were navy admirals during the world change]

[Stocking writes the page and circles the part filtered to the Navy, before dictating:]

I am not sure if anyone besides Tony and myself know of the traitor, but... [a few pen taps before she continues speaking] Is it really our place to tell this resident who betrayed them?
[identity profile] toyhopes.livejournal.com
[The normally sunny and cheerful little princess is hiding behind a tree in the garden, her knees drawn up to her chest, and the journal sitting open in front of her. Two small smudged blots blur some of the words. She tried to wipe them off but with little luck.]

First Miss Robin left and now Luffy and Chopper too... Why do my friends keep leaving? The others told me I'll see them again when I grow up...so why can't I grow up now?

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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