Chapter Two- Celebrations soon turn to regret...

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[If you walk out in the lobby right now, you may notice Chaucer. Well, it’s kind of hard to miss him, since he’s taking up half the hallway. He’s wearing bright clothes in expensive materials with a ridiculous velvet cape thrown around his shoulders. He’s wearing quite an extravagant crown, which is tipped lazily on the side of his head, and is holding a golden scepter. He rises (and stumbles a bit) from the throne he had wished up and bangs his scepter on the ground. He is drunk off his ass, so his words will be slurred, and he‘s not quite his charming self. Note that the journal is also open, recording what he says.]

Hear ye, hear ye! All hail King Geoffrey, lord of ‘shit, I’m broke,’ duke of  'that woman was far more beautiful last night’, and reigning champion of the title 'I did not drink that much!’ With his loyal subjects by his side- [He attempts to grab a ghost in a hug here, but instead, falls on his face, laughing.] ahahahaaaa…whoops! I do believe I missed a step there! Wine!

[ He gets up shakily and brushes himself off, grabbing the wine in the air. No, he is totally not abusing this power.]

Listen, I believe I have solved the mystery of fair Cair Paradisa [He giggles a bit at his rhyme.] You just…you haven’t thought like a castle. Like this castle, pardon. So…so, it is a castle, yes? And a castle is…big. It’s got a…it’s lonely. Lonely castle! And I believe one day…it just got tired of it one day and said, ‘I think I’ll eat some people!’ [He sniggers.] ‘Eat people…’ And then…you…you can’t just go around eating people! I mean, for God’s sake! You can’t…where’s that chair? [He looks behind him and just barely lands on the cushion.]

Where…where is everyone? Gwaine! Gwaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiinnnneeeeee!!! Sir Gwaine, I request your bloody presence in the bloody throne room! [He hiccups, and leans a little to the side. He catches himself before he falls.] Why am I the…the only one drunk, eh? Drinks on me! Drinks all around!!

GGGGGGGGGGWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ooc: …do I need to say anything? Chaucer is plastered. Approach with caution. Go ahead, make fun of him/scold him/join him. But I’m not sure how much more alcohol his bloodstream can take. You may want to stop him. And I am so sorry, Gwaine. That’s what you get for being nice to Chaucer. But seriously, anyone can party with Geoff. Sorry, but I wanted Geoff to celebrate before he figured out what his loss is. And forgive any mistakes, LJ's freaking out on me :/ ]

010. [dictated]

[formersocialite]

[In the background you can hear the pouring of liquid and tapping on a glass before Vivian speaks over the journal.]

Sometimes, I think that I'm better off here...and that's the moment when I think that I should be at home instead so I can forget about this place. Just poof! Gone like that! Forget everything.

[A pause.]

Forget about anyone who has left...

[Vivian sounds sad for a moment before she abruptly closes her journal.]

seventeen

[hyuuga]

( [ Private ] )

( [ Naruto ] )

[Later in the day after dropping that gift off at Naruto's room, Hinata can be found in the lobby, staring at her journal. For today, she's opted to actually wear the clothing the castle provided as she found one that has...pants. She's debating on if she wants to ask the question she really wants to ask, or to go with something safer...]

There are more lights today than there were yesterday. And while they are very lovely, um, I-I'm more than a little curious as to what the castle is preparing to celebrate... This doesn't quite match with what I've heard of Halloween, nor with what we did last year.

Um, I've also heard that there's a casino here. I-I hope no one has, um, lost all their money in it.

Happy Diwali [open]

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Who: All of Paradisa! That means YOU
What: Feasts and fireworks, oh my!
When: The third day of Diwali; Friday, Oct. 28th
Where: Everywhere (though just the ballroom for the feast)
Rating: Um, not more than PG? This is a family holiday, guys, come on...

Diwali is living up to it’s name today. The lights are everywhere today both outside and in.  Stands of candles line the lobby like a temple and lanterns hang from the very ceiling. Everywhere there is light.

Today, however, you can add new smells and sounds to the list as well. Music drifts through the air into the lobby, along with the fragrant, spice filled scents of foods and sweets.

((FEAST | FIREWORKS))

048

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( Hesam and Gwain )

Holiday's not so bad...but anyone know what's the deal with the cows?

dictated/action

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[Whether you're in the hallways of the castle, or have your journal open, you'll hear a loud shattering of glass. Like, let's say, someone angrily punched a full length mirror. His pet parrot screeches in surprise, but the cats ignore it. After some deep breathing, he leaves the room, one of his hands particularly cut up. In his other hand, he carries the journal.]

Someone remind me where we keep medical stuff. I just need some bandages. I'm not trusting the ghosts to do it.

[He sounds a mix of angry and depressed. Thanks, Tamaki.]

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[alias_savant]

Who: Neal Caffrey and YOU
What: Neal is abusing Jo's kitchen
When: Friday, October 28th.
Where: The kitchen in the back of the Lux, and the Lux dining room once he's finished cooking.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Prose or actionspam is welcome. Naturally, only Lux employees are allowed in the Lux kitchen, but he will be in the dining room after he's finished cooking.

( Read more... )

002 Beats

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( Yuan )

[This kid is just sitting on the front steps, taking in the decorations and more of his new environment with his chin in his hand. The journal's open next to him, in case someone needs to get ahold of him, but he's not paying it too much attention]

Except for maybe going blind, this 'change' hasn't been all that bad. Looks like most of that was just a lot of blown smoke.

[If the cows try to kill everyone, he'll take it back. Pinky swear]

{closed} // my father was a gambler down in georgia / he wound up on the wrong end of a gun

[hunts]

Who: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester (maybe an appearance by Castiel?)
What: Dean finally tracks his brother down.
When: October 25th, 2011
Where: The Pie Hole
Rating: T

( i was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus rolling down highway forty-one )

Sometimes Being a Girl Has Its Perks - Also, an Apology

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[There will be a small announcement through the journals today, perhaps a bit overdue, but it is finally coming and he knows he owes it, especially to certain people.]

For anyone who encountered me when I was infected with the Heavy Metal Shard, I am sorry if I hurt you during that time. I wish I could take it back, but it happened and though I was not in my right mind it does not mean I do not owe you an apology. So, I am sorry and I pray that no such thing happens again.

[There, that is done. Good. His/Her conscious is clear.

Now he/she feels free to dress, actually enjoying the new clothes the castle has afforded her. They might not work when she returns to her male body, but perhaps they can be tweaked. Certainly every day she has seen Felix in what passes for the male versions are quite lovely. So today she has taken care and dress in an outfit of lovely, soft blue and accented it with an array of jewels (not that that was somehow new to her in any way).

Assured of her readiness to face the public, Ashura leaves and heads out, secretly loving the lamps and the baths and all the changes, though a part of her is more than ready for the other shoe to drop, but keeps mostly a hope that this is just what it looks like - an innocent celebration. She even finds the cows alluring in their own way, all decked out as they are and with those deep, soulful eyes. So perhaps you find her walking or perhaps you find her offering the cow some treats and laughing as her palm is eagerly licked clean of every trace of said treat by a bovine companion. Either way, she's around.]

02 - New World

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[Well, Vanyel is feeling better. At least he is recovered enough from the raw burn of the gate to wake up and begin taking stock of his surroundings. He gets the feeling that due to the lack of restrains or any lack of guards near his bed or the door of what he only assumes to be a clinic, that he is not being held prisoner in a hostile territory. That being said, nothing looks at all familiar, nor can he say why a journal would be sitting on the beside table of his sick bed. His first reaction, of course, is to reach out his mind and seek Yfandes, and relief floods through him when he feels her warm presence flow into him, no hints of pain or panic. She is safe.

Groaning, he gets up, closing his eyes for a moment and rubbing his temples, and when he opens them again something has joined the journal on the bedside - a set of clothes, though a bit unlike anything Vanyel has seen. He jumps a bit, looking around sharply, opening his mind to try and sense the feelings of others (not their thoughts, for that was beyond unethical), but he can sense no one. 

He licked his lips and picked up the top piece of clothing, surprised at how lush it felt - like something he might wear to court. Well, now he definitely did not think he had been taken captive, not even by some dark wizard. They certainly would never treat him so well nor leave him with most of his faculties intact. Looking around, assured he was alone and very aware that his soiled whites were no longer on him and had been replaced with a white shift.

Seeing no other alternative, he stripped and tugged on the offered clothing, which was thankfully very simple and felt nice on his skin. Not that he was delicate anymore, but his vain side whispered its gratitude for not being made to wear something shameful. His boots were ruined, more or less, so he abandoned them in favor of the slipper like shoes offered and put them on, rather amazed they fit so well - that it all fit so well. It rather disturbed him, but as of yet he had no reason to complain.

Assured he could face whatever was here now, Vanyel headed for the door, grateful no one else was in the clinic at the time to see him leave, but at this same token not seeing the journal magically move from the bedside to a spot closer to himself and the door, now open. He steps into the hall, looking around and took a deep breath.]

Hello? Is anyone here? I am Vanyel Ashkevron, a Herald of Valdemar.

[There. Hopefully that brought something to happen.]

[ooc: Open in person or through the journal, because his hello is being broadcasted virtue of the journal moving closer to his position. Yeah, those journals are sneaky bitches.]

001; Arrival. / action & dictation

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[ There is a stumble. A crash. It is promptly followed by furious hissing that sounds as if it would far better befit a dragon than a man, but there is good reason for such hissing. Such as running into things in the room as he moves around it, though he has the distinct sensation of things.. shifting. Or he could almost say. A hand presses into the wall of a room, the lobby, though those serpentine eyes of green and blue cannot see it.

In fact, they will no longer see anything and the man is having, for the first time in several years, what could only count as a panic attack one could say. But when one is yanked viciously from a deep sleep to an unknown place and struck blind, even a so-called god can feel fear. His fingers are trying to leave gouges in the wall as he speaks, unaware thus far of the small journal nearby that is his. ]

Where in the name of the Planet.. am I?! Who did this to me?!

[ Rage. Fear. Terrible things for a man whom can be so self-assured and usually.. calm. Deadly calm. But if there was ever a situation in which Sephiroth would have a.. freak out, well. It's been found. ]

Dictated

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[ John is floating around in the courtyard, looking down at the diyas. They look cool from the ground, but he's pretty sure this is the only want to properly appreciate them, high enough up that his wind isn't blowing the flames out, though the draft still causes the little lamps to flicker wildly.

He's in a sitting position, legs crossed with his journal on his lap, one hand on the current page to keep it from flipping pages, though the corners still flutter, and as he'll talk into his journal as he drifts in slow, lazy circles above the courtyard. ]

Everything at Paradisa seems really peaceful right now, which is actually kind of awesome. I mean, lately the castle hasn't been too bad to us, so I'm sort of hoping it keeps it up for awhile! Though actually! Since there's a different festival going on right now in the city, does that mean there won't be any trick-or-treating? I haven't actually gone for a couple of years, well... not the treating part anyways! But it'd be pretty weird not to see anyone doing it.

Test Chamber 02 - Action

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[Over the journal, the tracest amounts of humming can be heard. It's been a bit since GLaDOS has used her journal-- it's not something she pays too much mind too, and besides, she's been working quite diligently to get her room to be a replica of her facility. For testing purposes, she would argue-- but honestly, she just feels a great deal safer with a lot more walls between herself and the door.

Yeah, she doesn't trust any of the residents for a second.

By the way, the door? Has strips of yellow caution tape across the entrance and a camera suspended above the entrance. And it's following you. Watching. And it will stare at you until you leave.

...or disregard the caution tapes and go in. Either way.]


((GLaDOS has been working her ass off, and has managed to get a couple of functional test rooms running (simple ones, though) and has also managed to make a portal gun. It'll be sitting harmlessly in the room when you come in. In other words: enjoy this opportune moment while it lasts, guys, because you can use the portal gun without any fear of getting harmed.

Mostly. Just be careful about those infinite loops on the ceiling and floor. GLaDOS doesn't want to have to wipe splattered human off the floor, guys, much less make a new portal gun.

Oh, I also forgot to mention-- because of the castle, portals may sometimes spit you out instead of letting you pass through. Have fun with that, and make those moments as frequent or infrequent as you'd like!))