jumping in here...

[demontobeloved.livejournal.com]

So. A room. That's nice. And a book. Sort of journal, like. Cole moves off from his bed and sits down at the table that holds the journal and opens it up. Taking up a pen after leafing through it a bit, he puts the nib onto the paper and starts writing...

"Well, I guess I'm new here. I'm Cole. I have no idea where <i>here</i> is, but I've woken up in weirder places before. Seems kinda nice. Got my own room and everything."

fifteenth spell cast

[kungfuwitch.livejournal.com]

Who: Phoebe and Peter
What: Apologies for catching the crazy
When: Crazy backdated to the day after the Heavy Metal Shards loss
Where: Peter's room
Rating: PG-13

( Facing the music... and it's not heavy metal. )

sixteenth spell cast

[kungfuwitch.livejournal.com]

( Piper, Peter and Galadriel )

[Phoebe's decided to spend the day perusing the library. She's already found a copy of her book, as strange as that is, and has decided a romance novel might be just the thing to cure the strange feelings that have cropped up from Cole's reappearance. So she's curled up in a comfy chair with a copy of Dusk. She's a few chapters in and making a very confused face at the book]

They sparkle?! That doesn't make any sense whatsoever. Do people actually like these books or is it supposed to be some sort of parody or something...

((ooc: I'm back. From outer space! Sorry about my little unannounced hiatus, there, but I'm back full force, now! And, yes, Phoebe is currently reading Twilight and disapproving mightily. Feel free to bother!!))

002; Exploring / action.

[steelblackwing.livejournal.com]

[ The General has by now, after a few days here, begun to explore. He is an unusual sight, certainly, moving through the halls with one hand on the wall to keep him in contact with the solid surface while his mind works on constructing a mental map that will be relied on and worked through again and again.

Through his wanderings, he has found himself on the fourth floor and in the library. The smell of paper and leather as well as exploring hands tell him what he desires to know; books. He moves through the rows of shelving, wondering if there are any for those that are blind and then.. a realization as he halts. Hmpf. He doesn't even know how to read braille. ]

(ooc: Feel free to come bother him. Just.. be careful if you sneak up on Sephiroth and touch him. He tends to react with violence or spells first.)

twenty four red letters

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[Nora's bored. And when Nora gets bored she gets artistic. On this particular day she's decided that her art should be shared with EVERYONE.

So. She decided to paint the elevators. The inside of one of the elevators was painted to look like the occupants were suddenly under the ocean. There was algae, fish and even a shark bearing down on the inside of the door. On the ceiling the underside of a ship could be seen with the words Tick T0ck on the bottom.

The other one was painted to look like outer space. She tried to make the few constellations she could remember, but most of the stars were just haphazardly scattered about. There were planets, the sun off in one corner, asteroids, a space station and a UFO hovering on the ceiling, Tick T0ck repeatedly scrawled around the edge.]

So. Here's an open question for everyone: If you could change something about this place, anything at all, what would it be?

((ooc: Backdated to the 4th because, well, I fail and thought my Tick T0ck post was supposed to be THIS week. D: Open like whoa. Feel free to come into the elevator at any point while she's painting.]

[002]

[doggiestyling.livejournal.com]

( filter to: ino )

( lobby filter - OPEN, cut for some weed usage. just in... case!!! )

[ooc: usual warning of vulgar language goes here slkdjfsdf!! i don't want to accidentally make anyone's sensitive eyes bleed. and to clarify: wilfred IS a dog, so any sensor types or anyone keen with animals would be able to tell that kind of thing!! everyone else would probably be oblivious, though herp herp.]

(no subject)

[phaseshifts.livejournal.com]

[Splish splosh splish splosh... yes, that's the gentle sound of water sloshing back and forth. And then the journal page wells up with liquid. Yep, Tyki tipped some water on the page.]

Goldfish are sorely underestimated, you know.

For their potential for amusement... they're quite colorful. And flavorful.

[Splosh.]

( Joshua. C )

[For anyone in the prison: Tyki got a goldfish bowl from somewhere. He's holding it in front of his face, tilting it back and forth meditatively, watching the fish swim around.

Hey, it passes for television well enough, or... or something.]

40 years late

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[Eleven's voice sounds a little pained as he dictates]

I apologize for my absence this past week or so. I've been a bit... distracted. I'm afraid I've been a bit, well, ill for lack of a better te-eerm! [The last word turns into a cry of pain. There's a thud as the journal hits the floor and he grabs hold of the console to keep from falling over. After a moment he picks the journal up again and sighs heavily.]

Since it's not showing any signs of going away any time soon I'm forced to concede that this may be another of the castle's ploys... though to what end is completely beyond me. If anyone needs me I'll be in my TARDIS

( Lakare )

((ooc: Finally, the much delayed canonbump!! He'll be suffering from regeneration sickness for the next week or so (As well as rapidly aging over a century... not that it'll show or anything.) Open over the journal or in the TARDIS if you're so inclined.))

Imp

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[Galadriel (or Artanis, as she now thinks of herself) suddenly found herself in a room that was totally unfamiliar to her. What’s even stranger is that she had no memory of how she got there. She finds the journal fairly quickly and flips through it, but it does little to assuage her fears.

When she dictates, it’s not the calm, practiced dictation of Galadriel (although there are hints of it in there), but rather the voice of a frightened young girl, trying to sound far more intimidating than she is capable of being.]

I know not who brought me here, nor why, but know that my father and my brothers will not stand for this. I am Artanis, daughter of the High King Finarfin. If you release me immediately, they may be persuaded to show you mercy.

[With that she tucks the journal under her arm and sets out to explore, first the room she arrived in, and then the castle. Unlike on her initial exploration, however, her movements are slightly hesitant, timid, and more obviously marked by fear. ]

[ooc: She will be running into Rin in their shared room, I believe, but after that will be roaming the castle. Feel free to encounter the mini-elf or to answer her over the journal.]

020. [action | I'm not sorry]

[foolreversed]

[If you come into the games room tonight you'll find something a little out of place. Something a little strange.

Why it's nothing other than a grown man sitting on the couch, hugging his knees close to his chest and watching some magical girl anime on the TV-

...wait.

That's right, after that whole Light Rock Warriors incident you'd think Adachi would never want to look at magical girls ever again. On the contrary, the opposite ended up happening: he ended up searching up some DVDs and waiting until late at night when the games room was empty and unused to start watching said DVDs. Might as well, right?

Tonight though he's in there earlier than usual. Why? Because he's downright excited for the episodes of the latest season of Cutie Pure he's watching tonight. Too excited to wait till later. So the instant that he found it empty he's in there ready to go.

He looks like a big kid getting far too involved in what he's watching, a bowl of popcorn next to him]

You can do it Pure Symphony!! Save your papa!

[oh god someone please catch him and ruin his life......... (or join him)]

quatorze ° written

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[She's taking a break today from building. Violet has been thinking a lot lately, and she feels she needs to get this off her chest, see what others have to say.]

I've been thinking a lot lately about the nature of good and evil. Things always seem so black and white. If you kill someone, you've killed them. They're gone. It's a bad thing. But then there's accidental or when you're defending yourself -- or war.

So an act, presumably bad, is now not. But if you've committed these things, what does that make you? What if people you thought were noble?

Perhaps it's just circumstances. You do what you have to do. Greater good? But is that just an excuse we tell ourselves to live with what we've done. It makes me wonder what the point is. It can't all just be we live, we suffer, we die.

I'd hope to be a good person. I'd hope to be like my parents, but I'm not perfect, and neither were they. But then knowing that, knowing what they've done, does that change my view? Can I really judge? I don't know.

I feel like I once knew these answers, and now I don't.

001 [Voice/Dictated]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[While going through her room, Carolina opens her journal, not realizing it's a communication device yet, and it picks up her voice while she attempts to radio Command, which lol doesn't work.]

Command, this is Carolina requesting immediate evac from my current location. I'll give coordinates as soon as they're available and the statuses of the rest of the team. It looks like our ship has crashed. Again, our pelican has crashed.

Command, do you read me? [There's a pause. Maybe the Director's just being a jerk.]

Updates will be given as I get them. Over and out.

twenty-fifth phase [ dictated ]

[walkinthruwalls]

[ Everyone who signed up for X-Training ]
So with Logan and Professor Xavier going home there's kind of been no one to run training which is why there hasn't been any. I don't know how many people we still have (so this is kind of a check in if you're still interested) but we need someone to run it.

Nudge mentioned that I should - I guess I know the programs and I've been training with Logan for a while but if anyone wants to actually do it (and knows what they're doing) feel free. Put your name in and we could vote?

[ Everyone with a power/ability ]
Hi, my name's Kitty. I made a message like this a while ago and with people coming and going I guess making another wouldn't hurt.

Where I'm from I'm known as a mutant - someone with an ability. I can phase, which basically means I can become intangible and pass through anything. There's a group here that's been training - any ability ready for anything. It doesn't matter if you've been trained or not before it's more to do with working as a team (and learning your ability if you need to) - you might be able to use it alone but maybe not with others.

We're currently down a leader but we're working on that, but the group's open (and always will be) if anyone wants to join and train.

[ Friends ]
Anyone feel like watching a movie?

second.

[notjustolder.livejournal.com]

[ filtered from castmates ]

Is there anyone here who has experience with losing memories to this place, or acquaintances remembering events differently?

[ action ⇒ Marian Hawke ]

[ Bethany stands outside her sister's room, worrying at her lip. She raises her hand, hesitates, then knocks on the door. ]

Scroll Fifteen

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[So, today the kitchen will find one (1) baby dragon and one (1) pink dog. After his talk with Conan, Spiek has decided to LOOK for his own mystery to solve. And you know what's good for solving mysteries? A dog sidekick. He saw it on that TV thing a few days ago]

Okay, listen up, Paradisa. Someone left the milk out of the fridge today, and me and my buddy Courage here are going to get down the the bottom of finding who did it. They need to learn they can't just leave milk out.

It'll curdle , people. Right Courage?

[[ooc: Journal or kitchen GO GO GO]]

Twelfth Spell

[courageous-wit.livejournal.com]

I read back, and I saw that I arrived here in Paradisa nearly a year ago the last time. My stay wasn't very long but it does make me wonder... Why do people arrive in Paradisa when they do? I've seen times when many people show up around the same time, and sometimes they come in slowly over several months.

And if we leave and come back, do the different times of our arrival count for anything?

96.5 - and time can do so much

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[there's the scratch of a needle and ... well, something that's not Leonard Cohen starts playing.]

Wait a second. The fuck? --- But this is my ---

[Mark picks the record up off the turntable, checks it --]

Okay, the castle's fucking with my records. This is NOT cool. ... I know I haven't taken this record off the goddamn turntable since I GOT here, and suddenly it ain't Leonard Cohen anymore. Doesn't even SAY "I'm Your Man" on the label. .... Eh, nothin' to do but roll with it, I guess.

[he puts it back on. it'll continue, in the background, as he goes about his business. anyone listening closely might notice a theme in the lyrics, though ... two words that've been cropping up increasingly]

First off, the ol' weekly Welcome To Castle Wonderfuck greeting goes out to Kaito, Cole, and Carolina! You've got a couple weeks to dig your toes in before we start getting zombie turkeys or possessed cranberry ooze invading our rooms, so get right on that, would'ja? I don't wanna hear you all whinin' about how you can't take it. I'm a vet, now, been here nearly a year. And if I can make it through all this crazy, fucked-up bullshit, SO CAN YOU!

In more mundane news, someone's starting a Boys' Detective Club... and the Host Club was taking auditions last week. So ladies, you'll probably have all new hunks of cheesecake to drool over the next time they open the ballroom doors. Please. Drool responsibly. Bring napkins. None of us want to have to clean up after you.


So! Guy Fawkes night! I gotta tell you, the British sure know how the hell to put together a holiday! How about that, huh? First we built little straw men, then we built bonfires, and then we SET 'EM ALL ON FIRE! My kinda' day, if you ask me! Yours truly used up his share of sparklers and chucked a good number of little straw men into the fire. My personal favorite was the little wicker castle I made, but I'm sure you all had your own personal little homages to be made... if you made one of those little dudes, what'd he end up lookin' like? Your ex? Your parents? Some jackass back home that had it comin' to him? Or were you so fulla self-loathing that you made a little mini you?! Honestly, that might not be such a bad idea.

Lotsa places burn their land after they farm it so the grass can grow back greener for th' next year ... I remember learnin' that in social studies. -- Hey, gold star for Harry, he's actually using his mainstream education! -- But think of it this way: f'you burn up some little model of yourself, it could be like, I dunno, burnin' up everything you don't like about yourself so you can start fresh. Make a better start of it. .... And isn't that kinda what some people are doin' here, anyway?

Food for thought. Just don't overeat, kids. The mental equivalent of a stomachache is a bitch. Just sayin'.