paradisalost | Entries tagged with billy (dr. horrible)

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

'City of love,' huh? Really? [...disgruntled pause...] Are the people living here aware of that title? Because they sure don't seem to--

[and then the journal clatters to the sidewalk as someone bumps into him. give him a second while he picks that back up]

...Yeah. Great. Merci for that, buddy.

Some parole this is turning out to be.

((ooc: feel free to catch Billy over the journal or in person on his way home from work))

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

[oh hey... so, that evil genius guy? Yeah, he's still here... still in jail... and really, really bored.

He's so bored, in fact, that he's feeling just a liiiiittle bit loopy. He has actually resorted to thinking about what people typically do to entertain themselves when they're stuck in jail. Y'know... based on movies he's seen.

So, sitting with his back up against the bars, while he fidgets with a bendy straw--the only object in his cell that isn't a journal--he starts to sing.]

Nobody knooows... the trouble I've seeeen... Nooobody knows my sorrow...

[...yep.

At least he has a good voice?]

( Crowley )

((ooc: open over the journal or in person?? gfdhjk))

nishimono.livejournal.com

[ Now provoked, Arthas, Riful, Legato, Hank, and Joshua have all left the manor. It sits alone, occupied now only by five hostages:

Jaina Proudmoore
Kaylee Frye
Kallen Kouzuki
Maya Fey
Asano Rin

...and their jailers, Billy & Nikola Tesla.

While their wrists and ankles remain bound ~~sans impaling~~ in a similar fashion to last time their location is vastly improved--they've been granted a ballroom-esque room in which to be chained on the main floor.

( Chained, and watched ) ]

[[ ooc; Sections: Hostages/Villains | Rescuers | Rescue + Fight (TBA)

chats:
rescueisgo (for rescue)
shonenspeeches (general plot chat)

If you would like to explore the manor & figure out more about what's there, just toss me an IM @ we were british ]]

nishimono.livejournal.com

( ICM )

[ ooc; open to all villains and hostages. You guys can threadjack or jump wherever you want! Make your own threads, anything :)

HOSTAGES AND VILLAINS CAN MINGLE AS THEY PLEASE c: ]

optimystically.livejournal.com

( Town Filter (Business District) )

emit.livejournal.com

( Grounds / Town Filter )

[OOC: Backdated to around 7 or 8 this morning.]

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

[rustling as the journal is nudged open, before the very distinct sound of dramatically evil laughter--]

Muahahahahaaa--! ...Like that.

Wark wark!

No, no... though that's close. Sort of. ...It's more MuahaHAHAHA!

Waark kweh kweh!

Yeah, there you go. Now, let's put these on... [confused warbling, rustling of feathers] --Aha. Perfect. You look awesome now, dude.

((ooc: Billy's hanging out with his chocobo in the stable... yes, he's trying to teach the bird how to laugh evilly. ...And, yes, the bird is now wearing matching goggles. Don't judge.))

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

[this is a new one for him-- Billy is on the roof.

He's not quite sure why he's never done this before. Maybe he was afraid of seeing it all at once; he didn't want to see how small this cage really was. But... he realizes now, with a dizzying sense of clarity, that this is exactly what he needs to see, and he should have looked for it a long time ago.

Something this small, this contained, should be easy to conquer. Once you pull your head up out of the sand--out of its mind-games and distractions--and really looked, it really didn't seem all that scary. ...It seems very doable.]

[he also has his journal with him, and he sounds like he's in a good mood]

...You ever have one of those days where you take a look around and realize, 'hey, everything makes a lot more sense than I thought it did?' Like... you just can't help wondering what you've really been doing with yourself this whole time, you realize how much time you've been wasting, and... I dunno. You remember yourself, I guess.

If you haven't... it's a cool feeling.

payback.livejournal.com

( many many miles outside of Cair Paradisa... )

brokencoffeepot.livejournal.com

Who: Rinzler, Billy and Hank
What: Reprogramming.
When: Right now?
Where: Some hallway or something somewhere where people aren't.
Rating: Uh... PG-13

( Just another normal day at the castle Paradisa. )

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

[something about adventuring around on a pirate ship makes you a little restless once you're home, you know? It's summertime, the weather is gorgeous, and there is just something about sailing out on the open ocean that Billy already kind of misses.

So... what else would he do about this but build a seriously awesome high-tech hammock? It was really the only logical thing to do.

Dragging what looks like a person-sized folded-up scaffolding with some fabric bundled up in it out to the lawn, he finds a nice place and presses a button on a remote hooked to his belt. The contraption gets to work unfolding and setting itself up, while he busies himself with the journal]

There's just something about summer, you know? It makes you just want to be outside, enjoy the heat and the light, and-- [pressing another button, a shade opens and casts a shadow on the hammock] --and the wildlife-- [another button, a mosquito repellant panel opens] --and you just want to... I dunno... work. [and then, hammock complete, he flops carefully into it]

You just gotta enjoy getting your hands dirty sometimes. [then, the journal catches the whisper-quiet buzz of the motor that mechanically rocks the hammock... though, after a few moments, it sounds as though it's beginning to pick up speed a little]

lord-wizard.livejournal.com

Filtered to everyone who has expressed interest in the expedition and away from the First Gen's

[It's early morning, and all is relatively quiet until something unexpected breaks the calm over the journals. The merry ringing of a metal bell. A bright, chipper, probably unbearably loud noise to anyone who wished to sleep in. Didn't know you ordered a wake up call, huh? Felix made sure to ask the ghosts to open everyone's journal just for this. Aren't you glad.]

Good morning, everyone. I do hope you're all packed, because the expedition is set to begin shortly!

Please bring any personal supplies and meet down in the lobby. The sooner we leave the better.

-------------

[Felix will be waiting for the volunteers as they arrive. He's dressed pretty much how he always does, his only concessions to practicality being the tight navy blue riding pants (which match his jacket, of course) and the light cotton shirt he wears until his bright green vest, which is free of his cravat and any extraneous ruffles. For him, it's practically plain.

This man is your leader. Be afraid.]

((ooc: ~~Wait for sections to go up before tagging, please.~~ Let's do this! This post is for the departure ONLY. All posts from the arrival at the Dead Zone border onward will be in

paradisabeyond , which will go up as soon as I've had a few hours sleep. Orz. If I forgot to tag you in, or tagged you in by accident, please feel free to message me. [People meeting at the border will be tagged in then]

Lobby
An Announcement
Departure

The Plot Schedule Post is here))

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

[while some kids are ending up fairly normal, and some are just trainwreck abominations of their weird parents, there are some kids who are obviously the products of having only a father like Billy doting on them for a week.

Molly is one such case.

Anya would be horrified to see the muddy, grubby, maniacally-giggling little monster that her daughter has become. One pigtail is half-undone and dirt is tracked across the floor as Billy holds the door for her from outside, and she runs ahead of him into the lobby.]

Choco! Chocochocochoco!

Close. It's 'chocobo.'

Chobo... chobo...co...

[somebody's been playing in the stables. ...Sorry, Anya.]

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

[--and then one of those awesome spit-filled toddler sneezes, all over the page]

...Whatcha doing, honey?

Math.

((ooc: yes, he just called something 'honey.' Billy and Molly are in the lobby at a coffee table, if anyone happens by))

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

[everything has been pulled out of storage; notes newly organized and devices thoroughly dusted. It has taken him some time, but everything is finally up and running again as it should be.

Standing back from his work, Billy takes a minute to breathe a satisfied sigh and brush off his sweatshirt. The lab looks perfect. Gadgets gleam, monitors flicker with data. ...It's beautiful. He can't help but turn to the journal, his voice tinged with pride for the first time in ages]

You know... I didn't think I was much for nostalgia, but I can't help it. Two years is a long time.

[a happy basking pause. Give him a minute or so...]

...I guess this is why people make scrapbooks and stuff, huh?

[right, onto business. He clears his throat. It's been a while--]

( Bad Guys, Villains, Evil-Doers, and Antagonists )

( Captain Hammer )

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

[ever since he'd heard the dubious news that Captain Hammer might have made an appearance, Billy has been in a frenzy. Not that it's really been all that noticeable, being that he's been holed up in his room as per usual. However, a bit of this chaos is spilling out today, as his rustling around in his room knocks his journal open. So, the castle-at-large is now treated to what sounds like someone frantically rearranging everything in their room, while muttering. Because that's what you do when your nemesis shows up in the magical castle you live in, of course]

It can't be true... he was joking around. He's always joking around, that big kidder. Haha. Yeah, it-- [and then the sound of papers spilling in a dramatic cascade off of some surface and onto a different surface. ...And then spilling off of that surface and onto the floor] --Nooo! Come on, gravity... really?

[stooping to pick up the fallen papers now, when something small and fuzzy suddenly skitters by. This is followed by the decidedly girly sound that is usually the result of a guy being surprised by a harmless spider, and a resulting smack]

Ugh. Great, this is just-- [wait for it. picking up his hand now, annnnnd...] AUGH!

knightprodigy.livejournal.com

[Picture this, the grand stairwell of the RMS Titanic. Only less wet. And, most importantly, now in Paradisa. ...except it's always been there. Moving on!

Dick walks down one arm of the stairwell, humming to himself. He knows it's April 1st and having been in the castle for little over a year now, he knows what to expect but it's morning (or well. HIS morning. Which for most people commonly translates to AFTERNOONS) and Dick hasn't quite had his coffee yet.

So when he opens his mouth and starts to sing, it ain't no'ting.]

♪ There may be trouble ahead~

[Uuuntil he hits the plateau between flights and starts to frown in hopeless amusement. Oh, here we go.]

[OOC: Guys guys guys, he has the combined singing talents of Matt Bomer and NPH. DIS BATMAN CAN SING, YO!

See those tags, f*ck yeah you see those tags. Prepare yo'self for something of epic proportion.]

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

[The rest of the residents may be serenading the castle, but Jilly’s not worried. It’s foolish, maybe, but this was one holiday that had missed her last year. Besides, Christmas and Valentines have proven time and again that hiding in her room does absolutely nothing to stop it…which is why she’s heading down to the lobby, humming a few bars of "Single Ladies" thanks to the trio's lovely rendition getting it stuck in her head.

She doesn’t notice when the tune takes a turn in a completely different direction. Or how, as her feet hit the lobby floor, her steps start to match a definite beat.]

♪Oh, oh yeah, yeah. ♪

[Barney's chilling in a chair, a stack of small posterboards in his lap and a beer open at his side. He's still got the suit he picked out that morning on, though it's admittedly a little mussed after hanging around with Kaylee. Artfully mussed. Awesomely mussed]

[and then there's Barney's sweatshirted reflection lounging on the couch, his own stack of scorecards at the ready. Billy is thoroughly and obviously enjoying his day of raining judgment down on the populace via numbered cards, a smug smile hanging around on his face]

[As her eyes settle on the boys, Jilly gains direction. Confident steps bring her over to the couch where Billy is sitting and, without warning, she plops down next to him. An amused smile appears on her lips as she drops her feet into his lap and begins to sing]

♪I’ve known a few guys who thought they were…pretty smart, ♪
♪But you’ve got bein’ right down to an art. ♪
♪You think you’re a genius. You drive me… up the wall ♪
♪You’re a regular, original know-it-all ♪

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

[he could barely stand to even look at the festival-- the happy decorations, the big oblivious smiles painted on the faces of the townsfolk... but he can't pass up the flowers. He spends some time picking out a few, ones with perfect white petals, and heads on out to the graveyard. It doesn't take him long to find a specific headstone, and--in a rare display of reverence--places the flowers]

( Penny - aka private )

[he trails off for a while, frowning down at the flowers that somehow already look to him as though they're starting to wilt. Eventually, he shakes himself, takes the filter down, and addresses no one in particular]

So... it attacks the kids, but a fancy party with food and flowers is all it takes to buy complacency now? ... Really??

Is there ever going to be a last straw? [...and then, just a disgusted sigh.]

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

[Billy's just making his way back to the castle, when something by the duckpond catches his attention]

What the heck... [there are poles jutting out of the ground, and rubberband...balls... wait] ...This is--!

[he jogs over to get a closer look at it, a weird grin breaking across his face. Barney must have started building it without him. He briefly wonders how he managed to miss this, but... well, it really doesn't take much figuring out, with how he's been ignoring everything lately. Hmm.

...And then he starts to count.]

Wait. ...Wait, wait, wait. This isn't c60... This... It's the wrong allotrope! ....This isn't right at all! And it-- ...Is that a heptagon??

[with an incredulous noise, Billy drops the journal and proceeds to start climbing on the new budding sculpture on the lawn, making a futile attempt to fix it. He might be back to the journal in a few minutes ...If he doesn't fall and break his neck first]

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"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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