40 - चालीस - Divali

[drugged-chai.livejournal.com]

[There's a surprised laugh and a breathless smile]

I don't believe it, I mean I know there've been a number of earth holidays but I hadn't imagined...

I apologise I should be a little more clearer, to those uncertain what's going on, I believe the castle is celebrating Divali. I'm quite stunned actually but it's rather nice. It reminds me of home.

(no subject)

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Who: Gwaine and YOU
What: A medieval man in a casino. This can only end well.
When: Second day of Diwali, fuck yeah
Where: Ballroom-turned-casino

Sir Gwaine is going to punch Allen Walker.

The temperatures have taken a very noticeable downturn so wandering out shirtless is not a very good idea lately. However, neither does he want to stay in the house overlong. Gwaine + work ≠ happy and work is what Arthur has been piling on after the braining and kidnapping fiasco.

Unfortunately for him, the only clothes left in the house today were these. Or so Allen a little too cheerfully informed him before basically shoving the shirt over Gwaine's head.

Yep. Gwaine is going to punch Allen. But that'll have to wait. The foreign sound and lights of slot machines are doing a very good job of distracting him right now.

005 | dictated/action

[solar-absorber.livejournal.com]

[Apollo is exploring the castle, checking out all the new renovations. He's dressed in one of the outfits he found in his closet. After all, if they were being dragged into the celebration, why not take it all the way? But when he reaches the ballroom he stops and pulls out his journal.]

Hey, I don't know if anyone knows it yet, but there's a casino in the ballroom. Anyone feeling lucky today?

wheel; the eleventh

[entailing.livejournal.com]

[the journal picks up the slamming of a door, and what sounds like choking -- isn't this all somewhat familiar? Why do these things always happen to her...is it because of voudouist living in the opposite room?! WHY DOES HER BATHROOM SMELL LIKE A TEMPLE ;A;]

Ugh...

[not too long after, Sayaka can be found going down the stairs of Gaudium Tower with a mug and toothbrush, in her usual clothes (if she wanted to wear light fluttery things that barely cover herself, she'd just get it over and done with in a shower of sparkles and musical notes, okay). Encounter?]

[ooc: open over the journal, or in person!]

blog ninety-seven

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to Anyone Who Might Have Blackmail Evidence of the Paradisa Scouts Plot]

Yeah, hi.

We need to talk.

[/Filter]

[with that, former Sailor Venti Green will be very, very happily admiring his fancy Indian suits and counting his free caisos, the sound of them clinking together echoing pleasantly over the journal]

I gotta say, I'm gonna miss the slutty Halloween costumes, but given the alternatives from the last couple years? ... I can deal with this. I can totally deal. These things are like wearing suit pajamas, 24/7.

the sixth loophole

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

[Hey, Paradisans! Enjoying your Diwali celebrations, are you? Well, if you're walking around the castle in your lovely saris and kurtas, you might have noticed a trail of that colorful powder that's been seen in bowls around the castle. If you follow it, you'll come to one of the castle walls.]

[And emblazoned on that wall, in bright colors thanks to the colored powder that's been used to make it, are two words.]


tick t0ck


[What does it mean? Maybe you should ask this random guy in a coal black kurta sitting not too far away from it. He's also writing the same two words in the journal with powdered hands, so it's apparent that he's the one who did it.]

[But why?]

[ooc: Smokey here has been taken up by the random urge to write these foreshadowing words of doom due to this. Feel free to bug away!]

the incense of my soul is burned by the fire in my blood

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[it's a good day for contemplation, Five decides, as he makes his way out into the lobby. finding a space not yet occupied by rangoli so that he can make his own. choosing a few of the more brightly colored pots of powder, he kneels down and begins to work, starting to make a wide circle. as he works, he speaks to the open journal he's left lying on the floor, dictating a filter first]

[Filtered to Those Who Want the Best for Paradisa & Are Willing to Act On It]

Hallo, everyone. Fifth Doctor, speaking, and at your service. If you can hear or see this, it's because I've decided, as a member of the Peace Patrol, to make a concerted effort to include as many people as possible in some of our decision processes ... not just members. We need to establish a very, very rudimentary set of rules, and I feel it would be unfair not to open the process up to as many people as possible. Right now, I'm mostly looking for suggestions and opinions, so that they can be aired at the next Patrol meeting ... I want to hear anything and everything you may have to say on the subject. If you wish to stay anonymous, you may certainly write your answers to me, instead. Anyone who wishes to speak to me about it in person will be able to find me in the lobby.

[/Filter]

[with that, he'll continue his work - and shortly be joined by a certain blue parrot]

No, Tardy, please don't eat that....

Dictated

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

So... anyone have any clue what is going on?  Because i am kind of stumped.  And are we really supposed to wear these clothes?

¤ 30 - Prosperity and Happiness

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[are we going to mention the whole dastardly villain thing? Are we going to apologize for the partially-destroyed kitchen, the epic showdowns with the forces of Light, the triumphant laughter? Are we going to acknowledge that any of it happened at all, now that the hiding-in-his-room-from-the-world time is over?

No.

So, Zuko is more than happy to move on to the new thing to complain about--the castle's habits when it comes to holidays. Though, despite the griping, he is dressed for the occasion, and is rifling through the little pouch of caisos while sitting on the front steps of the castle]

So, what do I have to worry about with this one? Is the money going to be cursed? Are the cows going to brainwash me if I get too close?

(no subject)

[sworn]

Who: Vereesa Windrunner & King Varian Wrynn
What: Meeting in the hall.
When: Today!
Where: In the hall. Pick a hall. Any hall.
Rating: A for Alliance.

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[letsbe_clear]

[the entry starts off with the impatient drum of fingers against the counter, before there is a snippy Cordelia voice on the other end of it]

Okay. Someone please tell me that Xander is on a loss, or wandered off into the woods and got himself lost, or something equally Xander-like and pathetic, because he is supposed to be here, working in my club, and he is most definitely not.

[a huff]

If he got himself eaten by the castle again, I may have to smack him hard the next time he gets here. He can't keep showing up and getting sucked into black holes.

[Cordelia? Angry that the castle might have taken Xander again? Never. She's just pissed that she's down another employee.

That's totally the reason.]

019. [dictated | action]

[foolreversed]

Umm... can anyone explain to me just what the heck happened to my bath room!? It's all... girly and... fragrant and... bluh! I-It's way too much for a guy like me!


[after making that entry Adachi can be found out and about around the the castle grounds, checking out all this new shit. ...He also might've accidentally stepped in at least one rangoli. Oops?

Most notable though is that he's not wearing any of the Indian clothing the castle picked out for him. He's just dressed as he normally is...

Bother him?]

(ooc: Colette's going to get him into wearing the Indian stuff! But for now he's just dressed normally as described.)

20 blueprints -- dictated -- backdated to the night of 10/25

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[For a few seconds, there's not much except for harsh gasping, as though someone had been running for their life (they had). Then, there's a deep inhale, and a short silence as though that someone is trying to remain hidden from someone else (they are). Finally, there's a released breath, and,]

Jesus christ!...

[The book rustles gently as it's carried. Ted's breathing is still quite labored. There's the shutting of a door, and a small 'thump' as Ted's back hits it.]

Ohhh....

Do vampires just... have.. a thing for me... or something?

[Somewhat witty remark successfully made in spite of his condition, he slides down the door. He's just... going to be here awhile, trying to remember how to properly breathe, ok.]


((So Ted had another run-in with another vampire. At least he'll get out mostly unscathed this time!))

(no subject)

[phaseshifts.livejournal.com]

[Somebody sounds like he's having a dull time.]

How festive. And how paranoid some seem to be when this place changes up the tune a bit.

Personally, I can't say the new outfits are all the way my style. But the way some behave it's as if a new wardrobe is the worst thing that's happened to them in ages.

[For anyone down in the Peace Patrol prison: Tyki has been getting new outfits slowly filling up his cell too. The castle seems inclined to spread holiday cheer for him, even if he can't go spend money in town to enjoy it!

He gave up and put one of the outfits on, finally. The rest got piled into a nice little nest, and he's lying down on them smoking cigarettes and blowing smoke rings idly into the air.]

♈ Aradia: Ruminate.

[psych0p0mps]

[The time: just after sunset. The place: a couch in the lobby, because where else does anything happen. For anyone passing by, she is dressed elegantly in a red blouse and sari (which Vivi had to teach her to wear), and her hair is pushed back with a headband.

The sounds of the ballroom casino can be heard faintly in the background as Aradia dictates.]

So is this a holiday, what's going on right now? It wasn't on the calendar. I thought the next one was Halloween. Are we still doing Halloween at all?

... Even the ghosts are all gussied up, but their clothes are totally different from the ones we got. And they still won't talk to me.

((open for journal or in person! :3))

31

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

For future reference, I am never going to talk about how I haven't had a loss in a while. Ever again.

[somebody's still embarrassed over the scouts thing. And if you want to be grouched at in person, she can be found sitting on a bench in town, watching the cows go by and whatever festivities are taking place. She's got a lot of moodiness to make up for.

And after finding her closet empty of everything but sarees, she's wearing this. She'd normally be complaining more, but when compared with the ultra short sailor scount uniform, these new clothes suddenly don't seem that bad.]

backdated to tuesday morning | dictated/action

[tunafanatic.livejournal.com]

( Hinata )

[And, sure enough, Haruhi will make it to the coffee shop around seven-fifteen, sounding a little out of breath as she addresses the journal community at large:]

The weather's getting chilly! Everyone should come warm up with some coffee.

[-- so she's not the best at advertising, but she tries. Open for voice posts or action; she'll be at the WildKat all morning.]

(no subject)

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

Who: Percy Jackson and OPEN
What: waking up from his accident
When: right now! (Oct 27th)
Where: the clinic
Rating: PG maybe? Prose and actionspam accepted!

He thought he could still hear the glacier crashing down around him. Percy's eyes snapped open, gasping for breath. But his eyes didn't meet with the Alaskan wilderness. Instead, he found himself staring at some kind of infirmary. His memories were becoming complete again but he still didn't recognize this place as anywhere he'd been before.

Then it hit him: Paradisa.

How had he gotten back? And why was he in the clinic? His memories of Paradisa were working hard to fit in with his memories of home. For now he would focus on getting out of bed and seeing what he missed while he was back home.

"Hello?" he called out, wondering if anyone was already here.

#002 THE HORROR!!!!!

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

[Filter: Ritsu Kasanoda]

[The voice through the journal is a low, warped hiss of fury. Injustice quivering through every syllable and intent dripping like black tar from the righteous angered tones of the Host King.]

I know what you've done, Bossonova.

004 | dictated/action

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Laying low is, at best, a temporary solution. No matter how hard one tries to distance themselves, whatever they're trying to avoid will always catch up with them in the end.

If there's anyone who should know that by now, it's Julia.

Yet that didn't stop her from adopting that strategy over the past few days. It was what she was best at. Honestly, the only thing she knew how to do. But, like always, it had its limits. The walls of that one room were beginning to close in on her. She had to get out of there before she went insane.

So that's how she's found herself where she is now: wandering the courtyard (away from the castle and therefore any potential prying eyes), journal in hand, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. ... A little fresh air never hurt anyone, right?]

( Faye )

( Spike )

[[OOC: Open for anything, if anyone happens to be out there at the moment too :)]]

[440]

[ino]

[there's a few sounds of water splashing against rocks in the background, followed by a pleased sigh]

I think I like this holiday.

[she'll turn in the water, setting the journal on some nearby rocks to dictate into it]

Anyone want to join me at the hot springs? Though if you're a guy you'll have to go on the other side.

[ooc: Open in person as well, if anyone else wants to already be there ♥]

018

[powerlusts.livejournal.com]

Another holiday of some sort?

Tch. All these changes around this place-- they seem be happening a lot this month.

[Sasuke is just walking down the path of the castle which is surrounded by the newly added lanterns, feel free to run into him as he in on his way back]

1 Gate - On a White Horse

[peacockherald.livejournal.com]

[Well, Paradisa, as if lanterns were not enough, you get a bit of a surprise as suddenly the main doors of Paradisa (the inside, facing the lobby), suddenly glow with white light, soft and ethereal, like a gate into the unknown heavens. Or whatever you believe a white light emitting gate to be leading to. Either way, it is there and from its depths burst forth two figures - a rather beautiful, dark haired man atop a delicate, shining white, blue eyed horse.

Her hooves chime - yes, chime - on the stones of the lobby and with a sudden snap the white light vanishes from behind the two figures, leaving the lobby almost painfully dark in comparison despite the natural light flooding in. The horse looks around, blue eyes wide, while the man upon its back gasps, as if in extreme pain, clutching at the cantle of the saddle to which he is strapped into. ]

Did we... make it...?

[And with that the last of his strength leaves him as pain rushes through him, burning at channels still so very raw after all these years, slumping forward and staying atop the horse only through the virtue of the straps holding him in.

Instantly the horse begins to back up closer to the doors, ears back in concentration, a silver hoof throwing back and slamming against the door again and again.

This, then, is the sight one shall see when they come into the lobby, and the sound one shall hear if you are on the other side.]

the me that you know

[endthem.livejournal.com]

Who: Rin and Legato
What: A visit
When: Saturday
Where: Prison
Rating: PG-13

( he doesn't come around much )

Entrée de Journal Soixante et Deux: The Clothes Make The Man

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

[Draco is preening in the mirror, his book open as he checks out one of the many new outfits in his wardrobe]


Actually I'm rather enjoying these clothes. I might keep a few when this is all over. I suppose when I finally go back, I can go to London or Birmingham, or wherever the Patil twins shop for these things and pick up a few of my own.