Mission Seventeen

[darkest-snow.livejournal.com]

[forward-dated to a more reasonable hour; A teenage girl is seen walking through the streets of Paris. She is dressed in a dark suit with a coat over it, and is carrying a cello case across her back. She only looks thirteen or fourteen, but is unaccompanied.

When she comes to an open area the girl takes out the cello and sets up to play. She doesn't choose Christmas carols as expected but instead goes for something different. The case is left open by her side in case anyone feels like donating money]


[ooc: open post to those who might be wandering the streets or over the journal]

Stantz-a Claus is comin' to town

[ectobabble.livejournal.com]

[it took a lot of time with the phone directory and a map of Paris, and a lot of wrapping paper, and such, but Ray finally managed to get his game plan together. early Christmas morning - around 4 AM - he hauled his butt out of bed, downed a cup of coffee, left Spike sleeping on his couch, and headed out to do his Christmas deliveries.

not only is he delivering gifts to his friends, but he's also clandestinely leaving the things that the children of Paradisa asked for - and in a few cases, for their friends.

( Cut for The List )

if you happen to be up in the wee hours of the morning, you might catch him bundled up against the cold as he's dropping boxes on doorsteps.

if you're not a morning owl, and happen to be headed in the vicinity of one particular cafe later in the afternoon, you're certainly welcome to find him downing some more coffee and looking over the journal for happy Christmas news]

Hey, everyone, Merry Christmas! Hope you're all enjoying yourselves in the City of Lights! I know I am. Is anyone getting together for a big Christmas dinner somewhere? Maybe we should - even if it's at a restaurant somewhere.

((OOC: Here's the chance to get your gift from Ray, if he left you something in the meme! And even if he didn't - well, tag in and he'll probably come up with something. He's just that kind of a guy.))

VIII

[chosengigolo.livejournal.com]

( Aradia )

( Colette )

[Oh god why Studio filter]

[Zelos is walking into the living area of the studio, cheerful and loud enough to be absolutely obnoxious - as he has been all damn week.]

Heeey guys!

Can you believe it's been a week already?! I gotta say I feel so close to you guys now!

[He flops down on the couch]

So whose cooking tonight?

♩ 034 backdated to christmas eve

[marionette_purple]

( Private )

...This is probably one of the better world changes we've had. It's certainly enjoyable, even if the schools take a bit to get used to.

[...Even if a part of him wants this to never end. And with that dictated, he and his sister will be sitting on a bench some...where, eating food and enjoying the sights and sounds.

ooc: open for kisses and regular shenanigans and whatnot...his (normally robot) sister is humanized if you're up for that sort of thing but WHY WOULD YOU EVER..........]

007 | dictated/action

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Mid-afternoon in Paris on the day after Christmas. Compared to the bustle of the past few days, it's a tranquil scene. The street is almost completely empty, save for a few stragglers taking a stroll and enjoying the relatively nice weather. (The rest of them? Are most likely hungover from the day before.) They are the lucky few to witness the new appearance of a billboard something like this, featuring two of the hottest models in Paris. (Better known to some as Julia and Arthur.)

... It might be enough to attract some stares.

One pedestrian on the street, however, isn't looking at the billboard. If you're paying close enough attention, you might recognize that the blonde woman heading in the opposite direction is the same one that's on that giant billboard. But she's banking on the fact that you won't. Wearing sunglasses and the plainest thing in her wardrobe (which is, in all actuality, not really that plain), she's making her best attempt at blending in with the small crowd as she casually walks toward an unknown destination.

The plan of having a quiet day without attracting any attention to herself might have gone off without a hitch if it hadn't been for one small moment that changed the entire course of it.

The moment that one (idiot) Spike Spiegel decided to lose control of his motorcycle while racing down the avenue at a breakneck speed.

Julia happens to be right in the direct vicinity as it happens. She catches sight of something out of the corner of her eye, a vague site of that motorcycle whizzing by her. It's not anything that makes her take a second look, or even turn her head in that direction at all, until--

-- CRASH.]

.....

[It isn't long before a short, dictated message goes out over the journals. Though the voice is trying its best to sound calm, there's a panic in there that isn't quite being suppressed.]

I need a doctor at the corner of Avenue Carnot and Rue de Acacias.


[[OOC: So Sheep and I are horrible people, basically. Open over the journal/at the crash site/whatever! :)]]

zettai unmei mokushiroku

[oyaji.livejournal.com]

Who: [Bad username or site: oyaji title= @ livejournal.com] & [Bad username or site: concerns title= @ livejournal.com]
What: stuff.
When: x-maz eve
Where: effeel tower
Rating: PG

( oh na na what's my name )

-8-

[fatedtobehated.livejournal.com]

[Well, the 26th is finally here, a day Ryotaro's hardly thrilled about. Still, a tradition is a tradition, even if it is incredibly stupid he likes doing it anyway...it's a nice way to deal with it. He's currently sitting in a park, writing all of this because too many people have already seen him talking to himself so this time he may avoid looking crazy to the public. It's also in japanese, just to make sure noone can happen to read this if trying to filter it away from everyone but himself doesn't work.]

( Private )

[If you happen to be in the area, he's sitting on a bench in the park staring at his journal with a pen in hand. Otherwise, you might just run into him around Paris cause once he's done he's off to wander as he's done the entire time he's been here. Kinda gave up on trying to find that Bakery though, he's probably lost his job already since he hasn't shown up at all. At this stage he doesn't really care though.]

(no subject)

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Del is unobtrusive.

Quiet, huddled on a stoop and calmly watching the world go by, she's easily ignored.

Homeless seemed to be a talent of hers, but as the week wore on she obviously hadn't been doing terribly well.

Cold, wind chapped, sunburned, and thin were a few of the problem areas for her, currently. The cup in front of her does have a few coins in it, though she seems none to enthralled with the idea of begging.]

((ooc: Del's Paris post - homeless manages to be her occupation.]

Terezi: Be the equivalent of a middle-school narc.

[redisdelicious.livejournal.com]

[Backdated to right after this!]

( Filtered to Police! )

( Dave )

(no subject)

[demonologist]

Who: Wesley and Elektra
What: Catching up with a friend, possible fairies.
When: Backdated to the 23rd Dec.
Where: Cafe de l'Homme
Rating: PG 13



Wes had arranged to meet Elektra for lunch the day after his birthday. To catch up and see how Paris was treating her. He'd suggested the cafe at his work because of its spectacular view of the Eiffel Tower. Usually punctual, he was running a couple of minutes late when he finally arrived at the cafe.

97.7 - time flies by in the city of light

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[this Monday evening finds peppy music jumping out of the journal, and soon enough, your resident DJ's voice rises up above it, mingled in with the sounds of a crowd:]

Heeeeey, everybody! Hope you've worked off those Christmas hangovers, because it's 10 PM, and that means it's time for your weekly peek at the pulse of Paradisa! This is Hard Harry, comin' at you LIVE from Le Beat on the Left Bank! That's right, yours truly's got himself a bonafide payin' job, and I gotta say, it's rockin' pretty fucking hard right about now. Anyone else still lovin' their assigned life, or are you ready for the good old daily grind to come and break you into tiny sheep-shaped pieces again?

[he stops for a second to take a swig of soda and fade in a new track from the DJ booth]

Everyone give a nice "Bonsoir" to our new kids: Claudia, Rin and Len, Flynn, and Mycroft and Anthea.

Also, hey, a belated happy birthday to Will. And just a reminder... anyone who needs advice or whatever can write in to a friend of mine at Le Monde - just address it to Ask Phoebe.

Now that we've got the business end of things out of the way, let's move it on to the rumor mill! I've heard it through the grapevine in a couple of places that ... some people are coming back and remembering having been here. People that've just been ... living here in Paris. Scuse me if I'm wrong, but that just sounds totally out of line with everything we know about this place. Think Paradisa's got a glitch, you guys? Or is this its idea of a fucked-up Christmas present? Let's hear some theories, everyone, c'mon, let's go!

[Peace Patrol]

So guys! Uh, HI, GOOD MORNING, I've seen at least TWO of the people we had locked up dictating something along the lines of "YAY I'M FREE" in the journals. Are we DOING anything about this? I mean, are we sure they're gonna get kicked back into their cells when we get back? Whenever that is?

[/Patrol]

((OOC: It's Hard Harry's last hurrah in Paris! Come hang out at the club? :D))

[closed]

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

Who: agent_maine and dontpatr0nizeme
What: Brotimes with Beer
When: Earlier this afternoon
Where: A bar overlooking the Siene
Rating: PG-13 for language.

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[huntersdaughter]

Who: Jo Harvelle and ANYONE
When: Holy Backdating! December 24th.
Where: At O'Sullivan's Rebel Bar
What: Drinking! Pool Playing! Fairy Induced Kissing!
NOTE: Feel free to just use this as a location to have your character hanging out before the fairies stopped being around. I know I missed a lot, so I'm just tossing this up here.


Moving to stand on top of the bar, Jo wolf-whistles to get the majority of the customer's attention. Once she feels the level of noise has dropped from all the conversations to a few of the conversations, she takes a breath and smiles at everyone.

"It's Christmas Eve and everyone could be doing something other than hanging out at a bar. I know when I was a kid, this is exactly where I was when Christmas rolled around, because my folks owned a Roadhouse. I was running around, between tables, getting underfoot and waiting for Santa. Well, tonight - as my Merry Christmas to all of you - Drinks are on the house!"

The roar of approval makes Jo laugh a bit. Her hands rest to the shoulders of a few guys near the bar as she uses them for leverage to drop down to the ground once more. She figures, the fake Paris or the real Paris can afford the hit in tabs tonight. Plus, she really likes the way that cheering was for her.

eleven meatbuns -dictated-

[goldencirclet.livejournal.com]

Guys, guys!

There is a Santa Claus, 'cuz got a fuzzy thing from him that purrs an' is all warm an' soft. I can't believe he found me even when we ain't in the castle!

I'mma name the fuzzy thing Pillow, 'cuz it's great t'sleep next to. Thank you so much, mister Santa!

Did ya bring my friends presents, too?

(no subject)

[eternityalone]

Who: Lady Katherine & YOU!
When: Holy Backdating! December 23rd
Where: The Gardens of Château de Bagatelle
What: A Walking Tour of the Gardens - which are all decorated for Christmas! (says me!)
NOTE: Feel free to just be visiting Katherine, she'll be dressed for the era when the Gardens were first installed in 1777. Feel free to also note the FAIRIES that are floating around the gardens for added light and a whimsical element. Feel free to be part of any of the tours. Day, Afternoon, or Evening. Come in at the end of the tour, wander the gardens and let Katherine run into you. WHATEVER YOU WANT. I'm flexible.




Katherine actually appreciates the garden for what it's worth. The time and effort that had gone into it to maintain its appearance for all those years. In a way, she finds comfort in something that keeps its beauty from year to year. As she leads the tour group through the rows of flowers and well-manicured hedges, she smiles.

"There were at least eight-hundred workers employed for the upkeep of the Château, not all of them in the gardens, but with the rolling acreage, there was definitely no race to see who would be the one to take care of the lawns."

Continuing through the rows, she points out a few plants noting their ability to still show bold colors even in the colder climates.

"Most of the formal gardens were linked to the outlying property pieces through underground tunnels, and in time the smaller space was expanded to create a much larger piece of landscaping around them. Designed by Scottish garden-designer Thomas Blaikie, the naturalistic style was dotted with sham ruins, an obelisk, a pagoda, primitive hermits' huts and grottoes. If you'll follow me, we'll head to view the grottoes next."

Katherine takes her dress in her hands, helping to carry the weight of the full skirt as she moves to continue toward the rest of the tour. No doubt, she's recited most of these lines so many times by now that they're either memorized or simply a chore. Regardless, she's grateful that this is her job and not something else.