♈ Aradia: Overclock.

[psych0p0mps]

( Cut for length )

[Did you hear that noise, Castle residents? That was the sound of a creepy robot girl fairly blasting off from somewhere on the fifth floor. Those who choose to investigate might find her at any of various locations, both inside the castle and out on the grounds, blowing holes in walls, flipping tables, and so forth. But her eyes are glowing a ridiculously bright gold instead of red, and she's leaving a faint trail of fine, sparkly dust as she flies. Those sensitive to time distortions may notice she virtually is one right now.

Her voice can be heard over the journal, too, but it echoes eerily (more eerily than usual) and isn't always showing up on the page correctly.]

err0r
c0rrupti0n detec
      ʞɔıʇ
i am the c0untd0wn i create myself
                  ʞɔ0ʇ
i will burn it t0 the f0undati0ns 0ftime
critical err0r all systems 0verl0
                  ad psych0tic disk fragmentati0n imminent
[etc. and lots of breaking noises.]

((ooc: Loss finale and open post! Anyone is welcome to hear over the journals or witness the damage/aftermath (quick, before it repairs itself). Approaching Aradia in person is also possible but be careful, as she will pick a fight. Ted Mosby and the Doctors' action threads are assumed to come last chronologically; everything else takes place before them. HAVE FUN.... 0u0

Mod approved a..a while ago AM I STILL DOIN IT RITE))

What is lost

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

Is it strange?

[There's a pause here, because for someone that is so friendly with words? For once the right ones seem hard to find]

To feel the loss of something you never even wanted in the first place?

[Yes, she's talking about Illyria here. Now that attacks and expeditions are over? The realization of what is gone is falling catching up with her]

(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

[backdated to earlier this morning

The journal makes a clattering sound, like it was knocked open on the floor]

Hnn...? A cane? [as Django gets out of bed, the journal records the sound of him yelping and falling to the ground gracelessly]

Oww... My hip... [happy anniversary old fart!]

fourty-third labyrinth

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

( Filtered to all residents with magic or talents that resemble it who have good intentions and AWAY from First-Gen's, their allies, and potential informants )

( Vanyel )

( Duke )

( Residents who were part of the last expedition who have an interest in Paradisa's mysteries )

feather 003; action.

[steelblackwing.livejournal.com]

[ The noise of something filters through journals, soft and unobtrusive. And then promptly comes a crash followed by a rather muted curse as the blind man holds his knee. He's still not used to this loss of sight and his head shakes once or twice as he restrains the urge to set the table, poor innocent thing that it is, on fire.

He doesn't like staying in his room, though, so out he goes to continue learning the hallways of the castle. Of course, being blind as he is with no way to find landmarks, it doesn't take him long until the General's lost.

And he knows it. ]

... Damn.

second problem [ dictated ]

[withmymind]

Won't go away. Keeps returning, shouldn't happen. Filled with lies, contradictions. Won't change.

[ What is it that River's on about? The journal. She's attempted to rip out the pages of it after not liking what's in it, to 'fix' it. Except they keep coming back ]

Third Time - It's Hard, Moist, and Delicious! <3

[losemycherry.livejournal.com]

It's getting to be that time of year, Paradisans! I hope your rooms are filling up with Christmas wreaths and ornaments, a decorated tree, and most importantly of all: goodies and presents for your friends! If anybody's stumped as to what a newcomer like me would like to have, I'll say that the one thing I love most of all about this season is...

...CANDY CANES! <3 They're the most yummy thing ever invented. You can nibble on them, suck on them, dip them in hot chocolate and stir - the possibilities are endless! So if I get one thing this year, I hope it's red and white and awesome all over. And maybe, just maybe, I'll give you something nice in return! xoxoxo

[OOC: Yamada's back! I took a hiatus last month for NaNoWriMo, but I've been missing you guys a lot, so hiya!]

(no subject)

[walkinthruwalls]

Who: Kitty Pryde & everyone who's coming to training
What: X-Training
When: 1 December, 11am
Where: The Danger Room
Rating: Could be swearing, could be hurting

( maybe it was )

022. [dictated]

[foolreversed]

[uh oh residents, Adachi's sounding pretty grumpypants today... although he's not even sure why, other than his head hurts like a bitch]

Wow, people weren't kidding when they said animal losses suck! Sure it's nice if you find someone to take care of you, but you can't talk or do anything! Boring! Thanks a lot, Castle, I really value the experience.

Ugh, what date is it even now...? [RUSTLING SOUNDS AS HE TRIES TO FIND OUT] Sheesh, I don't even remember how long I was-

[suddenly he stops.]

...Oh. It's December, already? [WELP. THAT EXPLAINS A LOT]

Geez, time sure flies fast.

( Not Really Here... )

( Yosuke )

Dictated

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

So I've been wonderin' about something, lately. Just what kinda' demographics are we lookin' at, around here? I mean, I've seen some pretty weird shit since I got here, and it really starts to make a guy's mind churn with ideas. I'm wonderin' just how diverse this castle really is.

Hell, I'll even start. It's easy, right? I'm Akira Inugami, and I'm a werewolf. See there? It's as simple as that.

Now you guys go. Come on, try and shock me. If you want bonus points, tell me a little about the place you're from.

dictated

[tunafanatic.livejournal.com]

Is there a list anywhere of the different sorts of losses that people have been on? I've noticed that the castle repeats itself sometimes.

And if you have a moment - how many losses have you been on? What were they?

+95

[imnot_likeyou]

[the sound of the Pie Hole is muffled behind him as he flips open the journal and starts talking to it. he's in the back office, but you can still hear a few things here and there]

So, as I'm sure some of you are aware the Pie Hole has been without an on-premises baker for a while, and I was wondering if anyone was interested in filling the position? The hours aren't all that hard, and I'd give you full discretion over what kind of pies you want to make, so long as you toss in a few of the regular choices here and there -- apple, blueberry, pumpkin -- you get what I mean.

Anyway, if anyone's interested, you can either contact me here or head down to the Pie Hole. I should be here for the rest of day. Just come in and ask for Sam.

[a beat]

Also -- has anyone seen Dean? His name's still on his door, but I haven't heard from him in a while.

oo2. | dictated.

[notakingstrophy.livejournal.com]

There is.. a great deal that I've begun to learn in the short time that I've been here.

[ the voice that comes through is light, lilting; it has a certain musical quality that immediately says the speaker sings (and well). merlin hasn't spoken to many in the castle, yet-- at least not in person. still, it can't hurt to be friendly, especially given that he's stuck here for the time being.

he's currently in the library, which is partially why his voice is relatively hushed, curled up in an overstuffed armchair with a small stack of books on the floor next to him. one is open across his lap, and his tiny form looks almost overwhelmed by the chair.

he's been-- well, studying. study is what he does. ]

The first conclusion that I've come to, naturally, is that most everyone here is a giant. From my understanding, it's because of the era I come from, but it's still a bit surprising, sometimes. [ he makes a small, amused noise, then clears his throat. ]

On another note, it's rather disconcerting being told that I'm not the Merlin others were expecting. I-- feel as if I should apologize to people who were acquainted with the other me. I am quite resolutely myself, no matter that I'm an other self, as well, so I shall try not to disappoint.

[ a pause, and he shuts the book on his lap, fingers tracing the surface of it as he pauses to consider what else he wants to say. ]

.. Ah-- last, I'd like to ask if anyone has any interesting songs they'd like to share? When I travel back home, I tend to do so under the guise of a bard, so it's something of a habit to collect music where I go. I learned a new one fairly recently, but alas, I don't have a harp yet to put music to it.


[ ooc; action is welcome for anyone interested. (: ]

43 ~It's time to meet the Doctors~

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[As the sun’s rays start filtering into the lobby on this fine morning, a mysterious curtain parts about halfway up on one of the walls. The light falls on a balcony with a beautiful golden seal on the front. Seated within on two very comfy looking chairs, are two... Muppets?]

[Eleven looks around, the tassel on his fez flopping haphazardly, before his eyes settle on the very fuzzy looking Five next to him] I can’t tell if we’ve got the best seats in the house... or the worst.

[if Five still had eyebrows, they’d be shooting up right about now, but instead he just turns his head laconically in the other Time Muppet’s direction] Well, I don’t know about you, but if I’m stuck here looking at that fez for however long this lasts, it’s the worst! Hahahaha!

Oh yeah? [Eleven gestures in Five’s general direction] At least I don’t look like a celery stalk wearing an overcoat! D’Aaaahahahahahaha! [He rocks backwards, his entire body shaking with laughter]

[for a second, Five looks pretty annoyed about that - then he glances down at his hands, realizes that he is, indeed, a very celery shade of yellow-green, and cracks up as well] Oh well, you know what they say. It’s not easy being green!

[Eleven shakes his head] That joke’s even worse than your outfit.

Least it’s better than your hat.

[Eleven’s head swoops around indignantly. He pauses, peering over the edge of the Balcony of Rassilon as someone walks through the lobby] Hey, at least neither of us looks as bad as they do! D’Aaahahahahahaha

((OOC: Red is Eleven, green is Five …. and with that detail out of the way? It’s the Doctors’ Joint Loss, with our very special guests: YOU! Yaaaaaaaaaay!))

Hang out my window and over your head.

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

Who: Carolina and York (and possibly some heckling from some muppets if they want to interrupt); Closed
What: Friday check-in, as determined in this thread!
When: Friday morning, 8am-?
Where: The lobby
Rating: Maybe Pg-13 for some light cursing.

( Stare at your feelings, see where they end. )