Fifteenth Negotiations; Dictated

[succubitch]

[Lilah's not usually the type to drink to get drunk, but with everything that's recently come to life, it doesn't seem like a terrible idea.

Which is why she was here, sitting on the roof of the castle, nursing her second glass of whiskey already. Sure, one of the bars would be a more practical place to go, but she didn't particularly want to be found right now. And her room?

It held too many memories. Memories that had been repressed but now had resurfaced. Things she would rather not dwell on because they made her feel like a victim. And she was many things, but a victim was not one of them. So why couldn't she shake this? She had been through traumatic things before (like being locked in a wine cellar with two psychotic vampires) but this was different.

It just reminded her how much she hated this place, how weak she was becoming in it. She didn't feel like the ball busting lawyer who left most of her coworkers peeing their pants in fear. Even helping Wesley with Damon, it hadn't brought her the satisfaction she thought it would. Well, that was a lie, because there was definite satisfaction in seeing him suffer but there was no closure. Not like she had expected.

There's a long silence over the journal as she drinks down the rest of the glass. And then the sound of another one being poured. And finally, speech.]

I think I finally understand why people are so eager to leave this place. [It's cryptic at best, and more than she would normally admit to, but she's not quite feeling normal these days.]


[ooc: open like an open thing. Feel free to reply in person or over journals.]

The Twenty-Second Day

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

[Shiki walks into the lobby of the castle, laden down with shopping bags. She walks in, looks around, then puts down all of the bags with a sigh.]

There aren't enough stores in the town.

[She then whips out her journal, and dictates into it:]

Alright, anyone who cares about me or anything... we need to have a party or something. Because you should all totally meet each other and everything!

What do you guys think? When are you free? I work the morning shift at the WildKat on Sundays and Mondays, and the afternoon shift on Wednesdays and Thursdays... but other than that, I'm totally free!

And you all need to know each other. I don't want to keep explaining who you are to the rest of you.

(no subject)

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[Dictated as Deadpool chills in the lobby]

Soooo how many people have moved to the city? Because that's what I'm planning. I've been here too long. You can't keep me chained down in one spot for over a year! I need some new scenery. That and those bastards trashed my room when we got back from the ocean adventure so there's that too.Plus I'll be able to avoid all those other nasty little tricks this place pulls every now an then. Probably. Maybe.

Let's get with the information giving here, people. I want to be out of here before Halloween


((Can be bothered over journals or in the lobby. Tags may be slow due to LJ failure ): ))

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[ino]

( Private )

[Filtered away from Riful, anyone who might help Riful, any of her allies, and anyone who would help her allies]

Alright, Paradisa. Listen up!

I'm sure pretty much all of you have heard the warnings and the calls to action about Riful, Arthas, Legato, and all their stupid villain friends. If you don't know who they are or what kind of threat they pose, it's pretty easy to look back in the journal and see what they've been up to. Eating townspeople, stealing souls, controlling minds, being generally disgusting and evil in a way most of us I think can identify as evil. Want the proof? We'll get it to you. This isn't a joke.

On top of that, Riful seems to know how to permanently kill people inside the Live Zone. Whether or not she's shared this information with others is unknown.  In the end, it doesn't even matter. These people need to be taken care of immediately before they do any more damage than they already have.  There's no more room for hesitation, or hemming and hawing, let alone waiting for them to make the first move. Someone that many of you probably know was murdered by them not that long ago - the problem isn't going to go away unless we kick its ass out the proverbial door.

We need to take them down. They can't be a threat to everyone here any longer.  Enough is enough.

To do that, we need to work together.  We need to come up with a plan of action, and bring them down.  For everyone who responded to Alleyne's entry, pay special attention now. 

We need fighters.  I know not everyone is capable of or willing to fight, let alone on the front lines.  We won't ask you to if that's the case.  If you can't fight?  Know that any skill you do have will be useful. Now is the time to speak up.  Don't hesitate waiting for someone else to step forward.  We need you.

We'll need short-range fighters, long-range fighters, intel gatherers, medics, healers, and strategists. If you're a fit for any of these categories, let me know. Anyone who wants to even help carry supplies, or help keep things organized - we need your help too. Every willing person is an asset to this cause.  We need everyone possible to help keep Paradisa safe from these people who'd harm any one of us.

If we want to deal with these guys, we need everyone - and I mean everyone - to work together. It doesn't matter if you're in the Peace Patrol or not, whether you're a superhero or a civilian.  If you're someone with special abilities or the only thing you've got that's special is your will to help out.  You're what will help this succeed, what will keep all of us safe, and what will bring justice to the horrible things that they've already done. We need to act now.

[ooc: Tags will be slow due to LJ being up and down and because I'm actually still on hiatus and have an exhibition to prepare for tonight/tomorrow, but I wanted to get this up at an appropriate time! /wipes forehead lmfao]