[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
[dictated]

I think I feel like takin' the car out to the Dead Zone border, check out those outposts, say hi ... anyone wanna come with? I've got room for three.

An' for that matter ... anyone at the outpost need anythin' from town or the castle, since I'm comin'?
[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
[Kay's chillin' outside, on the school steps, thumbing through his homework]

Funny, you'd think high school would've changed a bit more than this... I think I might've read this same exact textbook. Any other freshmen workin' on Ms. Sage's history assignment? I could stand to run my answers by someone ...
[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
So, first it was a big glass building full of weird, and now there's apparently an airplane. ... Funny how this place likes to switch out its brand of crazy on a regular basis, innit?

... I hear we're getting a lot of new arrivals in, too. Welcome, all of you who might be listenin'. I'm Kay, you'll probably see me wanderin' around at some point or another... 'specially now that my usual fellow killer-of-time has his little secret project out in town.

So, things bein' what they are, I'm just gonna put this out there: what're y'all guys up to, these days?
[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
Well, I know everyone's already said their relative pieces on how they think things oughta get handled, so I'll just say that that whole ordeal was about as fun as chasing a Xorlog through downtown Manhattan during rush hour.

... for those of you keeping track? That. Is not. Fun.

I guess you could say I'm in the market for something that is. These days, Jay's my primary source of ridiculousness, but I haven't really seen him 'round much. [he'll give it a couple more days, and THEN he'll start being afraid of that fact]

So, I've got a deck of Fauplexarian Snap, and I'll be down in th' lobby if anyone wants to learn how to play. S'fast, won't take too much of your time to learn an' play ... but it's kinda addictive, so. You've been warned.

[and as promised, Kay's sitting in the lobby, at a fold-out card table, shuffling a deck of cards and humming to himself. COME PLAY CARDS Y/N?]
[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
[after showing Kaylee around the garage, it became rather clear to Kay that he hadn't actually given the LTD a proper cleaning in a long time. so he's out on the lawn, with the car, in shorts and the Hawaiian shirt from the bachelor auction, with all the doors and windows open, cleaning it out and singing to himself]

♪... touchdown, in the land of the Delta blues ... in'na middle of th' pourin' rain ...♪

[there's the spritz-spritz of a spray bottle as he hits the dashboard with Armor-All]

♪W.C Handy, won'cha look down oooover me ... ♪

[opens the glove compartment, and there's a loud THUNK as something falls out onto the floor]

Huh. Well, I sure as hell didn't put this here. ... [grabs his journal from where it was chilling on the driver's seat and speaks up]

Anyone lose a big, white, ball sort of thing?
[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
So, how did the rest of you celebrate hitting the one-year mark in this place? ... Sure as hell doesn't seem like it's been that long.

[Miss Kaylee Frye]

Seems I owe you some quality time. Lady's choice.
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[SPIDERS* POST]


[Now that the area has been scoped out, things have been discussed, and the boats and water have been discovered (more thoroughly by some groups than others), it's time to settle down for the night.

Tents are up, campfires are lit. Grab a snack and relax.


... There's still spiders everywhere, by the way.]
[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
It's bugs. It's goddamn bugs. First all those screwy nightmares, now talking bugs.

Startin' to almost feel like home around here...

[sighs, then starts to field-check his pistol and pack up what he thinks he'll need for the morning's departure]

... God, Hodgins would've loved this whole thing. Especially since we're s'posed to go save the mysterious critter, this time. ... Maybe I'll find some way to take pictures, 'case he shows up again.
[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
Dr. Sweets )

[after he's squared away his schedule, Kay's made his way to the Tourist Bureau and into the Torchwood Hub. he's not doing anything major at the moment, just familiarizing himself with the area ... he's sitting at the desk that used to be Gwen's, using a dry-erase marker to turn the plexiglass memo board into a giant to-do list, jotting down current stations and their equipment alongside a list of things he wouldn't mind bringing in from the home headquarters at MiB. anyone with Hub access is welcome to come and interrupt him... and he's got the journal open, as well.

there's the tinny sound of oldies rock drifting over the journal from an old radio he unearthed]


Boy, I gotta tell you folks, some days it's real nice to be busy...
[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
Friends )

[it's a nice, sunny day, and the absence of Giant Swamp Puddles means that Kay can actually get outside and enjoy it without worrying about having to fight off gators. he's sitting outside in a nice, sunny spot by the duck pond, with a book, a tall glass of iced coffee, and his journal off to one side.]

I gotta say, those gators were somethin' else. A little bit like what I'd imagine a Galactic Shorf would look like if it fell in love with a Ytterbian.

... Not that that's physically possible ...
[identity profile] letssingaduet.livejournal.com
Kayyyyyy~!

[Moments after that chipper call goes ringing through the halls, Kay, there is a crunch from your doorway and a Diva in your room, invading your personal space. She'd have knocked, only... the handle ~*~accidentally~*~ came off in her hand. It was all very traumatic. And definitely an accident. She swears.]

Kay! There you are!

[ooc: this is me... finally carrying on with this loss dfkj I GET THE FEELING I'VE SKIPPED PEOPLE but I don't know but everyone will definitely get their turn o/ Hi there, Agent Kay!]
[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
["Good" Psychics Filter]

There's a psychic torturing residents - including a child - in the 4th floor hallway. Please help.

[/filter]

((OOC: Anyone interested can follow the link to the proper thread in Legato's post!))
[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
[the mail is finally gone. every last credit card flyer and magazine and bill and tabloid. he's finally able to get up in the morning, and put on his familiar old suit. as he gets dressed, he thinks of what he's got on his plate now - dealing with Legato, with no defenses ... and of the people the creeper has affected that can't fight back, either.

and then there's the fact that people are still leaving ... and that Jay's starting to become just as jaded as he is, which worries him more than he'll even say under a Private filter. as he buttons up his cuffs, and reaches for the suit jacket, however, the words just start coming out on their own:]


♪ Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on...

Cut for lyrics - Paradisa version! )
[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
[Los Angeles hadn't been too awful for Kay, all things considered. when he woke up in his room in the castle, the first thing he thought of was to look for his J2 pistol - if they were back, it meant Legato was back, powers intact, and he had a partner to keep an eye on. as he got up out of bed, however, his foot hit something he hadn't been expecting to see, let alone kick -

- a canvas mail bag printed with the words "United States Postal Service". stacks of white plastic mail bins are piled up in one corner, to boot.]


... Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me. ... Can I at least get a cuppa coffee before you throw this at me?

[thus did coffee appear.] Thank you. [picks up the mug and slurps at it, shuffling over to his wardrobe in his pajamas. as he pulls it open, hoping for that row of pristine black suits ... he's greeted with a row of Postal Service uniforms, just like what he'd been wearing for the past two weeks. with a frown, he peers into one of the buckets, and finds that they've been labeled on the side: 1st Floor, 2nd Floor, and so on - and every single piece of mail bears the name of a castle resident]

... Looks like I've still got a little work to do. [sighs, ruefully] Well, man does what he's gotta do, I guess...


[a little while later, once that coffee's been polished off, Kay will be roaming the halls of Paradisa with a wire cart, dropping off everyone's wayward LA mail. feel free to tag in if you signed up to get mail ... and even if you didn't, jump on in... if only to laugh at the mailman socks.]
[identity profile] rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com
Who: Jay and Kay
What: Jay comes home after his confrontation with Legato
When: Last Monday evening
Where: Their apartment
Rating: PG-13

Jay quietly shuts and locks the door behind him. With a sigh he drops the upbeat and happy face he'd been showing Eunice while they were at the bar. He's exhausted... physically and mentally. He crosses the apartment to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he's happy to find the castle had provided them with a six pack. After rummaging through the drawers for a bottle opener, he pops off the cap, not seeing (or caring) where it flew. Questions start flooding through his head as he takes a long sip.

Did that really just happen... Did I really kick that psychopath's ass... Did Eunice really just stand there and watch?

What now?


There's a solid *thunk* as he sets the bottle down on the counter. His head falls forward as he heaves another sigh, shaking his head.
[identity profile] rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com
[wakes up with a start when he realizes he's not in the bed he fell asleep in.

Aww hell no! Not again...

He looks around, maybe he's home!

..... no such luck... what the hell... With a sigh he gets up and digs through the dresser (not the best idea to explore the new place naked, don't know who might be here). After pulling on a pair of sweatpants he starts looking around, trying to figure out where the hell he is. Opening one of the doors, he breathes a sigh of relief... at least he's not alone.]


Yo Kay! Wake up, man, we ain't in Kansas anymore.
[identity profile] olbustedhotness.livejournal.com
[Kay's up on the roof, doing his usual star-gazing and thought-processing. it's the sort of train of thought that would make for one hell of a private entry, if he were the sort to write that stuff down. years of secrecy have taught him how to keep it all straight in his head, though: Legato's treachery is heavy on his mind, as well as the fact that he's discovered Jay's loss and isn't exactly sure how to tell him about it ... or if he should at all. it seems things might be a little easier on him if he didn't - Jay has enough stress without knowing that he's forgotten someone he loved - and sacrificed to save the planet. sighs, quietly, and lets his eyes wander across the constellations that he's slowly become familiar with]

... Sometimes I really, really wish history didn't repeat itself quite so much. ... Can't the kid just get a break?

[and as he says that, a shooting star streaks across the sky, lighting up the rooftop for an instant]

... Huh. ... Can't say I ever had that happen before. ... Well, I guess you never know, with this place, do ya.

[smiles to himself and leans against the castle wall to watch the night unfold for a little while longer]

About the Archive

"Paradisa Lost" is the archive of what the journals contained between December 1st, 2006 and January 10th, 2012. On that final day, Paradisa issued new journals, so that the residents could fill them up again. While there are still residents around who have old journals, we have chosen to preserve the old journals here for muns' reference and history.

"Lost" in the title refers to both the old journals that the residents once kept, and also to our move to Dreamwidth from the original Livejournal community, where Paradisa started. It is a fresh start for muns, as well as for the characters.

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