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[gwaine.livejournal.com]

( Arthur Pendragon )

( Friends )

[Setting the journal down, Gwaine resumes trying to figure out his work. Apparently, it consists of taking pictures. The same kind of things he nearly stabbed Tamaki for a few weeks ago. If he knew about irony, he might appreciate it here. As it is, all he's learned is modern technology is incredibly confusing, the flash can leave you blind and, if the portfolio containing an assortment of photographs, among them some of Arthur wearing only undergarments is to be believed, the future king has been putting on pounds. Why he has these pictures is a question that is not yet answered.

A few hours later once he finally gives up, he heads for a nearby bar. The streets that had not been transited that morning when he went to work were now populated with incredibly strange carriages. He's going to need a drink after this walk.]

((ooc: open action for the modeling agency or sidewalk/bar!))

Chwe Deg Tri: Tailored to fit

[kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com]

[Ianto is stood in Ashura's suit shop, a measuring tape hanging around his neck and a notepad and pen in his jacket pocket. At least this loss has allowed him to try and take his mind off things]

Hmm apparently I'm a gentleman's tailor. Well it could be much worse. At least I have some idea of what I'm doing. Can't say much about all of the french though, I only got a B at GCSE. However, I've found that I can get by easily enough.

Entrée de Journal Soixante-Quatre: Bad Faith

[malfoy-purity.livejournal.com]

[Draco lounges outside a cafe in Paris, currently working as a translator for Beckett. Well he's supposed to be, currently he's sipping on a fresh cup of coffee and watching people walk by]

How can so few people speak french? I've never met so many ill educated people in my life. I mean it's hardly mandarin is it? It's the same bloody alphabet.

(no subject)

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Getting drunk in Paris
When: 19th
Where: A RANDOM BAR
Rating: It's these two, PG forever

( It took Crowley a while to find the bar... )

#006 Not so happy homecoming

[daddyhost.livejournal.com]

[When Tamaki had awoken in Paris, his first thought was that Paradisa had sent him to the wrong home when he had been returned to his own world. His heart twisted in his chest, feeling a little sick, as he had walked the rooms of the (unfamiliar) palatial home he found himself in.

Empty.

He didn't know why he had expected it to be otherwise, but it was still a let down. It was still painful to hear the French newscaster in the background and be reminded of where he was and who wasn't here with him. It hadn't taken much time after that for panic to replace the dull grief... he shouldn't be here, if Grandmother found out that he had returned to France, she would cut off the money she had promised.

So it is, that Tamaki has spent the first day and night in Paris trying to fly out to Japan. Unfortunately, every flight just lands right back in Paris again, and after seventeen solid hours of trying flight after flight, even Tamaki has to give up. He's currently sat on one of the plastic chairs in the main concourse, journal open on his lap as he dictates in a much more subdued tone than usual.]

...This isn't France, is it?

[ooc: So very open! Sorry guys, tags will come in the morning, I must crash!]

19 unanswered letters

[kungfuwitch.livejournal.com]

It figures. I get to go to Paris. One of the most romantic cities in the world. And I have to work. [she sighs] As great as it is to see my advice column again... even in French... I'd much rather be, oh I don't know, exploring museums or taking a walk by the Seine. Instead? I have a mountain of letters, all waiting to be answered by Demandez Phoebe.

[There's some rustling as she picks one out of the stack... then a cry of surprise as the entire stack suddenly avalanches over her desk. She sighs, thunking her head down into the pile. What is this, really. She can't win. Raising her head up enough to slide her arms under her chin she pulls her journal closer.]

I know I mentioned my column before, but since I saw my face plastered on a bus advertising it on my way here this morning I might as well bring it up again. I wrote an advice column back home... and, well, here. For any of you who don't know what that is: Basically people write letters to me asking for advice on anything, though they ended up being mostly about love. Every day I'd answer all the letters, and a select few would be published in the newspaper. They were all anonymous. Everyone would sign the letter with a pseudonym, like "Frustrated in Frisco" or "Desperate House Husband." That way I could publish the letters and no one would know who they were from.

If any of you would like to send me a letter I'd be more than happy to reply, even if it's just here instead of in the newspaper, itself. You can stay anonymous if you'd like, just write under a filter and don't sign your name, or sign with a fake one. Who knows, maybe a little outside insight might be just what you need.

( Friends )

[muttering] Now where did my pen go... There it - No. Nooo nononononono [There's another yelp as another pile of letters cascades across her desk]

((OOC: Open for Journal or the Newspaper offices! And if you'd like to send in a letter for Phoebe to publish in the newspaper as opposed to replying in a thread, feel free to PM or Email me and I'll put it in another post this week with her reply.))

performance no.1

[jointlyopposed.livejournal.com]

[Rin and Len have never seen a chocolate shop before. They stand on tiptoes, peering into the window to try to get a good look at everything delicious that lurks inside.  This activity doesn't hold Len's interest for very long, however, and he sighs.]

Come on, would you?

[Rin, on the other hand, is completely fascinated and makes no sign of budging.]

We'll go when I'm good and ready!

[Years of being one half of a pair of conjoined twins has taught Len that he's not getting his way until it's their way, so he instead opts to further investigate the strange book they've found themselves in possession of.  Rin hands it over to him silently, never breaking her concentration on the chocolates, and he flips it open and balances it on his hip, musing aloud to it.]

What a weird book.  I wonder what it does?

[The words appear on the pages in front of him, and he blinks in slight surprise.]

How did that happen?  It's still happening.  Is this book cursed?

((Open for action or journal responses~))

(no subject)

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Who: Spike Spiegel (gottaknockhard) and Kate Kane (soldarius)
What: Meeting up at the right time always.
When: Pre-Paris
Where: The City
Rating: PG-13

( Read more... )

⇒ 54

[whatialways_do]

[Max is dressed up. In heels. Made up. THEY ARE DOING THINGS TO HER HAIR. She's also human to boot and REALLY REALLY ANNOYED with the current situation, and this has her storming out of the photo shoot she's supposedly a part of, looking as annoyed as she feels, and being followed by various people trying to finish "completing" her.]

The next person that even tries to touch my hair is getting drop kicked in the face.

[her tone is all the serious she needs. They scatter. She takes a deep breath as she tries to relax, before going to pull the giant chandeliers they call earrings out of her ears. She sets the journal down on a small table in the waiting room, and sighs, heavily.]

Why do people do this to themselves?

[then there's a beat as she shifts to take off her shoes]

Alright, you know the drill. If you don't check in, you actually will get drop kicked in the face. Where is everybody?

[Also, there are fairies. =D]

[Open to action/kisses to those who might be at the photo shoot for whatever reason, IDEC make one up. =D]

➹.22

[arrowonthewind.livejournal.com]

[Alleria is at the hotel in the lobby, bored. Bored! She's been running up and down the stairs the whole morning, but now there seems to be a lull in her duties. And so, she flips open her journal.

A voice comes over the pages, slightly out of breath. But just slightly -- she's trying very hard to hide it, you see.]

If this is meant to be Earth, I don't know how you're all not dead yet. Even in this body, I can feel how fetid the air is in this place. I was surprised to even see trees, though I suppose they've adapted. So I suppose you all have adapted as well.

Still -- I would much prefer it if this place had dropped us somewhere less polluted.

[Somebody's cranky ...

A pause, fingers audibly tapping on the book. And then she adds, her breathing now under control:]

Sylvanas. How many parcels have you brought to rooms today?

[ooc. alleria is a bellhop at elrond's hotel -- so this is open in person as well as over the journal! also open for kisses, planned or unplanned :3]

third problem [ dictated / action ]

[withmymind]

[ Today there's one young girl wandering the castle's corridors, hand on the wall as she slowly walks, one foot stepping in front of the other, carefully balanced ]

Went for a ride. Didn't know where. Got left behind. Needs protecting. Not there.

[ She misses Simon ;; ]

[ ooc; backdated to before paris ]

22th Death

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[if anyone is in a random park today, they might spot a homeless person (who may look familiar to a few of you) sitting on a bench and who's also getting a few weird looks from passersby.

coming closer reveals that Dextera seems to have set up a bit of a painting area for himself, but he's not exactly painting the scenery. two finished paintings were already leaning against the bench and Dextera was just starting a third one. he looks a little hopeful whenever someone stops and stares at the....art, but they soon walk away again.

his stomach growls and the mute sighs. he knew the basics (selling things = money = food) thanks to the Coffin Man, but he didn't know why it wasn't working.

....price tags might help here, if he knew what they were, and less morbid art but he was more worried about where everyone else was. it didn't help matters that Dextera was still lost.]

[ooc: open.]

❀ Nineteen ❀

[boylolita.livejournal.com]

[It's a good thing that Hunny has no regard for the nutritional value of eating a nice, balanced breakfast, because being in Paris has dashed all hopes of that. This morning, he's sitting on a park bench in the 4^e arrondissement, enjoying a hot chocolate and a small stack of raspberry macarons.]

❀ Wow, I almost forgot that I've been in Paradisa for a year now! This sure is a nice way to celebrate, huh Usa-chan? ❀

[Predictably, his stuffed bunny doesn't answer. ]

((ooc: open over journal or in person!))

2.1 ✞ (re)introduction to paradise.

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[JOURNALS - dictated;]

[there's the quiet sound of shuffling in the background-- someone clearing his throat, and a small boy's voice somewhere just within range of being picked up. it sounds like a pair of Parisian children playing a counting game to the backdrop of a babby babbling, before a voice that might be familiar to some comes in nice and clear and... calm.]

Ah... so. It's finally happened... hasn't it?

[there's the creak of a chair. he's just making himself at home, you see.]

They warned me about this, you know. The insanity setting in? But did I listen?

[...]

NO. Of COURSE not! Why would I ever listen to something as ridiculous as a warning meant to dissuade me from the path of a lack of mental fortitude?! It's not like people prize something like their own well-being, right?!

[there's a thump and then a pause, before the voice gets a little louder even as he gets quieter. he's leaned in and is currently melodramatically gripping his hair in WOE.]

This is it. The point of no return, eh? I'm talking to voices in a book. My life is over. I might as well accept it and resign myself to my fate like a man.

[DEEP BREATH...]

...So, talking book! You're probably here to deliver some eee~vil and mysterious task unto me, right? To tell me that I should, ah. Donate my life's savings to the local library so your people can gather funds in some effort to take over the world, or... give my money up to some curator trying to preserve ancient and vastly important old texts that secretly document the coming Armageddon, one papercut at a time?

Well, the joke's on you! Not only does my wife handle all the finances, but I was banned from the library YEARS ago! [true story. ...both of them.] So you can mumble all you want! This man? Isn't listening!

[or he totally is listening.

please tell him he's not haunted. or insane. ...but mostly haunted. he has an unearthly fear of ghosts.]

[ACTION - afternoon; city streets.]

[there's this lanky, tall, silver-haired guy walking among your midsts, Paris-disa! maybe he looks uncannily familiar despite the lack of a priest's cassock... or maybe you notice him simply because he's got one hand jammed into his pocket haughtily and seems to be mumbling indignantly to himself as he walks his dog. either way, he's kind of hard to miss.

...you might want to watch out if you're passing him by; it seems he might've been out in the cold too long by the red of his nose, and as he sneezes, it... might've accidentally been... on you.

o... oops. NO HARM NO FOUL... right...?]

[ooc: open for the journals or in person! just specify which! ♥♥ this derp is back and he's missed everyone ever EVEN IF HE DOESN'T KNOW REMEMBER?? IT YET.]

Thirty Three

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[SO it was an eventful start for Maine, what with the cramped and crowded living quarters, angry dogs, and hospital visits. But food cost money so he's finally making an attempt to 'work'.]

[Which means sleeping in his cab until someone desperate enough wakes him up for a ride. Whether it's a few blocks or across down, there's no guarantee you'll make it there on time, in one piece, or at all, but good luck finding another cabbie.]

[Also when he's napping, he's using the journal to cover his face, so expect some rumbling snores and the occasional growl if you get too loud. :| ]

[[ooc: This is Maine's Open Cab Post of Doom! Also, open journal!]]

(no subject)

[entailing.livejournal.com]

Who: entailing and sunnyheiress
What: we're getting there.
When: sometime after plot start, at night
Where: some rooftop

( Hindsight is always 20/20. )

032 Points - Collège is in session / Backdated to morning

[tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com]

[Everyone seemed to have woke up with jobs already in place for them, so Alleyne was not surprised she had one lined up for her, too. Teaching, even. How convenient for her. She'd been signed up to teach philosophy in the mornings and coach martial arts as part of the health and exercise curriculum in the afternoons.

For now, though, she's begrudgingly taken a seat at the head of her class, a few books on the history of human and Earth philosophy before her, skimming them for anything useful. A whiteboard nearby has some quickly written notes on the nature of philosophy, easy enough for young adults to understand. Human classrooms sure are weird and cramped.

She's actually dressed nice, today, in a long skirt, blouse, jacket, and scarf, cap gone missing, all in red and green of course. Those that knew her before the world change can see she looks far more human now as well as a bit more aged, though still quite young looking.

When she speaks, her voice is coated in a Russian accent, but her French is fluent.]

Class is now in session. Please take a seat and we'll begin after everyone's arrived. Just because we're away from the castle doesn't mean any of you can slack on your studies; I expect perfect attendance and attention while lecturing. It's for your own good.

[She'll peek over her book now and again to make sure you're all actually showing up and behaving yourselves. Now would be the time to misbehave, if you're bold enough to risk the consequences.]

[ooc: Open action for Collège students (who should be in American middle school age range) and open over the journal, just specify which one it is. Come give teacher as hard of a time as you brats can!]

dictated;

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[Filter - Tamaki's Friends.]

Guys... I know I sounded paranoid when we got here, saying bad shit would happen cause the castle loves to mess with us... and... well, I was half-right. We really need to be there for Tamaki.

He thought he was home... Damn, how do I put this... His mom... His mom is really sick. She lives here... not here, but our France. And Tamaki lived with her. And then his grandma tells him that if he comes to Japan and be her heir, she'll get his mom the help she needs.... as long as...

... As long as Tamaki never saw his mom again.

[A long pause as he swallows anger down. Seriously, grandma suoh, what the hell.]

So just... I don't know, be nicer to him. Be there for him. He's going through hell, he thought he would see his mom, and he can't, and it sucks. It just... really sucks.

9 ∆ i solemnly swear that i am a muggle ; ( dictated )

[toerags]

Paris has turned me into a Muggle!

[ James actually sounds quite pleased and excited. Despite being a Pureblood Wizard who enjoys his magic far too much, he is quite looking forward to living how the other half live. He's never had this experience before. Everything has been magic, magic, magic, and a great lack of telephones. Lily would love this. This is how she grew up. ]

What does one do in Paris? I've never been out of London before. Never really had the chance to.

What do people do in other countries? I'm referring to those without magic. There's no Floo or Knight Bus or any shops where I can buy chocolate frogs. Do you take photographs with those boxes? Drive around in your automobiles? Talk to strangers on the tele-mo-phone? [ Telephone. He was so close! ]

Musée de l'Homme - Open to employees and visitors!

[demonologist]

WHO Employees and visitors to the Museum of Man, which is a branch of the National Museum of Natural History (Muséum national d'Histoire naturelle aka MNHN)
WHAT Museumy stuff, woot!
WHERE Musée de l'Homme, Palais de Chaillot
WHEN 12/19
NOTES Create own subthreads at will! Action spam and prose welcome. Threadjacks welcome. Sorry about the delay.
WARNINGS None I should imagine.



Wes had never actually been to the Musée de l'Homme, despite having had the opportunity to visit Paris many years ago. He was quite excited about the prospect of having a position there. He knew it wouldn't last, but he certainly was curious to see what kind of 'life' he'd apparently established for himself.

As promised, he met Hermione out in front of the monument of Hercules, which was technically at the back of the wing, but it was an easy place to designate as a rendezvous point.

Hopefully he would also get to meet the other people assigned work in the museum. The cafe looked rather good, especially with the terrace view of the Eiffel Tower, perhaps he'd check that out too.

♈ Aradia: GIVE YOUR MUN A MILLION TAGS GO GO GO

[psych0p0mps]

[A. backdated to Monday night]

Oh my gosh, have you guys tried this "school" thing? It's great! A little basic, I guess, but it's like a sampler platter of age-appropriate knowledge. They let me take some books home and everything. Oh - and I found out there's a museum! A real museum of history, with, with exhibits and artifacts and anybody who wants to can go! There is pretty much no chance of me not going to that.

But anyway! It didn't seem like there were a lot of residents attending my school! Apparently they keep track of attendance and they called some of your names. Come on guys! I do not want to have to be the "truancy officer." That's a cop who comes to your house and beats you up if you don't go to school. I guess education is serious business on Earth.

If nothing else, come for lunch. They had this stuff called "liver pâté" and it's really good! Not quite as tasty as fried baleworms I guess, but there isn't much that can compete with that. And tomorrow it says dessert is something called "floating island." Does anybody know what that is? Does it really float? [it's unreal the kind of air this dessert is getting.]

---

[B. at the same time, but filtered to the residents of SAUCY MANSION #1, minus Sollux.]

Hello to whoever is rooming with Sollux! This may sound strange, but I need your address. The result will be me getting that grumpy kid out of your hair, as I'm sure he is driving you all maggots by now.

---

[C. Tuesday morning, action]

[Sollux, something's knocking on your window. It's the crack of dawn, so he's probably still awake, right? There may or may not be a human girl who looks suspiciously like your moirail perched in the tree outside your window, trying to get in.

And if by some chance he's asleep, she'll just start rattling the window until it opens!]

¤ 32 - Vacation

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[Zuko can be quite stealthy when he really wants, and what he really wants right now, is to not be in class anymore. So, before he's even made it to the middle of the school day, he's just... sneaking his way out. Once he's pretty sure that he's home free, he pulls out the journal]

--There. I tried it, and I'm not going back.

The last thing I want to do is spend my time away from the castle in class.

[-and then he quickly hushes up when he hears voices as he heads for the front doors and--more importantly--freedom!]

((ooc: students or teachers at whatever the French equivalent of high school is are welcome to catch him, or anyone else as he walks home. Open for anything! Bring fairies if you want kisses!!))

04 (action/journal)

[lawfulwright.livejournal.com]

[Things have been kind of insane for the past couple of days, but Phoenix is making the most of finding himself landed in Paris. He's never been anywhere like this before, and he certainly hasn't ever studied French, but for some reason he's discovered that he apparently seems to know French sign language quite well. This is vaguely more beneficial than pantomiming everything he wants to say. Slightly.

In any case, he's been amusing himself in his spare time by biking around to all the major sightseeing attractions and being a total tourist, complete with a green backpack containing his flip notebook and pen, a (fairly useless) dictionary of French phrases, a camera, and his journal. No need to let a perfectly good opportunity for vacationing go by, after all.

Having lunch outdoors at a French cafe is the icing on the cake for this tourist, and he is, at present, poking at some sort of edible something he's been served at today's dining destination. While he munches, he writes in his journal.]

Who else is having fun in Paris? I'm sightseeing and eating something I can't even begin to name. I regret not traveling a long time ago!

( Maya Fey )

dictated

[tunafanatic.livejournal.com]

[FILTERED from Tamaki:]

I need someone willing to go on a date with Tamaki Suoh. He is a little over-the-top and mildly headache inducing, but he means well, and he'll dote on you the entire time. My friends and I will make sure that the two of you have fun. [How's that for a personal ad, Paradisa? Haruhi rattles it off like she's trying to sell a used refrigerator.]

[FILTERED to Hunny:]

Senpai, would you want to help me out? Tamaki-senpai isn't having a good time in Paris.

♛ 45

[emit.livejournal.com]

[It's Tuesday evening, and Kallen's in "uniform" at "work" busy doing her "job" and hating "life". Translated, that means she's dressed in a horrible bunny girl outfit waiting tables at some seedy bar someplace in Paris while some suspicious regulars stare a little too long at the new addition to their second home.

Somewhere among all of the chaos that is a cesspool for Parisian riffraff, she manages to sneak out and take a break near the back of the main room. Opening the journal, sounds of a noisy bar greet any other residents with their books open, but Kallen doesn't care at the moment. She yanks the bunny ears off her head and slams them on to the table, a sound which may or may not be able to be heard. Following that, there's her voice raised over the ruckus around her, and she sounds far from pleased.]

Screw this place and its sick sense of humor! I can't wait for this month to be over and things to go back to normal. If I didn't actually have to earn money now, I'd say to hell with it all.

( Friends and Friendly Acquaintances )

[OOC: Open journal or at the bar!]

elf; backdated to morning

[whitecovered]

[He had expected something like this, since most other adult residents had some sort of occupation or job. Teaching was something he was fairly used to, being a book that knew everything. Except he is no longer a book (though he still has the same old stuffy English accent, even speaking in French...somehow. Don't ask.) And he has an official job. As a teacher. A history teacher, to be exact. How laughable...a book as a history teacher. Though he doesn't mind too much, despite his grumbling about it.

Well, he'll give this teaching gig a go. There are notes on a certain period of history on the board, neatly written. Because he totally didn't just cram all this information in a few hours...speedreading textbooks is a wonderful skill. And with that, he will begin addressing the class in fluent French.]

As some of us are aware of, the history of this world is rather different from that of what we know, unless you are from this particular one. However, we shall simply have to go along with it for now. This means I expect you all to pay attention and learn, or at least make an effort to do so.

[...Sigh.]

And for those who do not understand the language well enough, I will translate.

[ooc: open to all students in collège (aka all you middle-school aged peeps). It's going to take a bit of effort not to fall asleep during his lectures.]

♫1

[both-neither.livejournal.com]

[Gren is sitting in his hospital bed, staring into the journal and trying to understand exactly what's happened to him. Half the people talking into it seem as confused as he is. It helps a little to not feel like the only lost soul around here, but there is one in particular he wants to see]

( Julia )

...heh. Weirdest phone call I've ever made.

((ooc: Open to journal or hospital action! \o/ ))