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( Bat Family (minus Batwoman) )
( Batwoman )

These city vacations are a lot more tolerable when it's the holidays and school ends.

It's even better to be in a city with some class.

knightprodigy.livejournal.com

[ Some dec'ed to the halls penthouse apartment in one of - if not the most - expensive hotel in all of Paris.

Dick's relaxing on the couch with a glass of red wine in one hand (hey, when in Rome....or Paris. Whatever) and another night's worth of reading resting open on the arm next to him, while a (totally fake) fire crackles and roars on the hearth - Wayne Manor this ain't.

There's a stack of books on the floor; The Creation of Gothic Architecture; The Evolution of Foliate Capitals, 1170-1250; Paris Secrets: Architecture, Interiors, Quartiers, Corners; Paris: An Architectural History, and so on and so forth, all very similar in nature.

He thumbs through a lot of the literature - dates, figures, and what-have-you. Someone went a little crazy with a high lighter there - until he reaches the glossy photos secured at the back of the file by a good old-fashioned trusty paper clip. He removes one in particular and holds it nearer the light, smiling slightly. ]

There you are.

batfail.livejournal.com

( [room filter] )

gevurah

( this is a gym filter )

heirdom

( Steph )

batfail.livejournal.com

( [Damian] )

[Filtered to anyone who has ever spoken to Bruce Wayne]

Random question, but has he been acting weird? Inappropriate comments, disregard for... most things, stuff like that.

( [Bruce] )

heirdom

So someone here is going to betray us soon. It may or may not involve deaths by smoke inhalation or third degree burns.

Anyone want to take bets on who it is?

I'm thinking Pinkie Pie. No one's that happy, and she has ties with the hostiles. That'd be suspicious, but sadly, she probably can't hold matches or a lighter with her creepy little horse feet.

foolishrisk.livejournal.com

Who: heirdom, batfail & foolishrisk
What: Steph Nursing poor "Bruce" back to health
When: Backdated to after http://paradisa.livejournal.com/13706624.html?thread=838107008#t838107008
Where: Bruce and Damian's Room
Rating: Rating Pending

( This should be fun )

babbydamian.livejournal.com

[A toddler is sitting in the middle of the library, all by his lonesome. People who know Damian might recognize the endlessly-judgmental eyes, but otherwise, he just appears to be a dark-haired little boy with big blue eyes and a big stuffed bat under his arm. Good thing he's an independent little guy and doesn't seem to be bothered that he's all by his lonesome. He seems more puzzled by the endless bookshelves around him than anything.

For now, anyway.]

[ooc: Damian's a little bb.]

batfail.livejournal.com

( room filteeeeer )

heirdom

[Thursday Night

Mindy Macready / Room Filter]

[Damian is glad to be back in the castle, even if he would rather not be here at all. That said, after dealing with the outdoors and the leaves, he's also glad to stay in for a night.

Stripped to the waist and heavily dosed up on vicodin, he's sitting in the middle of the bed in dead silence, eyes closed, meditating. It's pretty much the only way to find peace here.]

[Friday Night

Takamura Uru / City Filter]

[She'll never learn.

The Batman finds himself crouched at the edge of a roof, elbows on his knees, visually scouring the streets for threats. Of course, they're rare in this miserable little city, but you never know what's lurking among the leaves. It's worth it, to watch over her and see that she gets home alright.

But she still takes the same damn alleys as shortcuts.

He rises up, pulls out his line, and he drops down to join her in the darkness of the alley.]

Boo.

[Saturday Night

Hush / Hall Filter]

[Damian goes a-walking... and runs into someone he'd been trying to avoid.]

heirdom

[written in a generic handwriting style]

Those of you who have had losses that have drastically changed your mindset, personality, or motives, whether they be temporary or permanent:

Did anyone tell you what was going on, or point out the change? Did you believe them?

heirdom

[It's disorienting, to say the least.

Damian feels like his memories were thrown into a dryer and tumbled for a good time. He can structure it all reasonably: his childhood, his adolescence, his adulthood, that first bout in Paradisa, back to Gotham, that delirious time in someone else's dream Gotham, and then...

Paradisa. Again.

It all feels... off.

He spends a good ten minutes sitting in bed, staring at walls and staring out the window and staring at the ceiling. He's back again, but he's older now; how much time has passed here? Are Dick, Stephanie and Tim still here? His mother? Mindy's here, he knows that much -- her things are in this room, and she has been moving his goddamn bottles around again.

He doesn't want to consider his position, though he's forced to. He's been so wrapped up in the upcoming gang-bust that he has put himself squarely in "work mode", and a week or more on "vacation" seems horribly unwelcome. He had crime to deal with, he had a momentum to keep, he had bones to break and lessons to teach and a city to save.

And now he doesn't have what was keeping him going.

He might have to rest and observe the chaos that is his life, without any distractions.

The thought chills him. If he wasn't stoned, he'd fly into a rage instead.

He should find Mindy, and find his family, and see how things are in this miserable old place.

So Damian showers for what feels like an eternity to delay things a little longer. Then he gets dressed in jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and a leather jacket, and crams a pill bottle in his pocket. He runs a hand over his head and notes to shave off the stubble later, as well as the stubble on his chin. For now, he'll be clean but unpolished. Story of his life.

And then he stalks the halls, trying to avoid looking surprised or otherwise unfamiliar. He's just another resident.]

[ooc: wide open :> ]

i-neverlose.livejournal.com

Who: Mindy (and Damian) and OTHERS??
What: Waking up... in the castle again.
Where: Their room.
When: Thursday. Early, early morning.
Notes: 666 AU Loss. It moved them to a shared room, but all of their respective "kid-stuff" would still be in their old rooms. So, feel free to run into her on the way to her old room. Or on the way to the kitchen. Or on the way outside. ANYWHERE.

( Good morning, Murder. )

batfail.livejournal.com

( [room filterrrr] )

huntersdaughter

Who: Max Guevara, Lana Kane, Alaric Saltzman, Jo Harvelle, Oliver Queen, Mindy Macready, Claire Bennet, Damian Wayne, Neal Caffrey
Where: The Lux
When: ICE CREAM TIME (anytime from 10AM to 2AM tomorrow)
What: Jo leaves work late/late last night and realizes what the castle's deal might be. In the morning she figures she can help make the ice cream a bit more "social". Get it? Ice cream -- socials? Booths will have different sets of toppings. Tag/threadjack into a booth or make your own thread! You can even have your character BRING THEIR OWN TOPPINGS and make their own booth! ANYONE IS WELCOME. Jo will talk to everyone.

[The ice cream is oddly... well, castle-like is a bit broad, but Jo knows that when the castle gives you hallways lined with pies, you eat the pie. Now though, with so many different flavors of ice cream, she's thinking this could be an interesting way to get to know some complete strangers.

What better way to find out something new about a resident than discovering it in a bite of ice cream?

This morning, when Jo gets to the Lux she sets most the staff to cutting and preparing fresh fruits, chopped nuts, syrups, fudges, anything and everything that could possibly work with ice cream. If you want to put it on your ice cream and it's not there, it's just a wish or request from one of the staff members away.

Bowls and spoons stack up at the booths, tables and along the bar. It seems like every single bowl that was ever in the bar itself has been brought out for the event. It might be short notice, but Jo figures everyone is used to the castle throwing them curve balls. Preparing doesn't happen very often.]

heirdom

[Paradisa is actually the longest Damian has ever lived in a single place. It's bizarre, but true.

Just the same, his room is some mash-up of a dozen different places, stretching out almost like a timeline from early memories to latest. There's a lab of some sort, full of eerie green tanks of floating body parts, whether it's an entire hand or a heart or just a pair of lungs. There's an empty tank with some sort of rig, too, where someone Damian-sized might have been suspended in liquid once upon a time. From there a stone passage leads past some guarded (but passable) doors to the adjacent penthouse, the one with the elevator leading to the bunker. Everything is sort of disjointed, as if the space between didn't matter, but they link up in a way that would suggest they are nowhere close to each other.

The bunker leads out to the endless sprawls of Gotham City's streets, but the streets grow excessively shady at the foot of Wayne Towers. In those shadows there's something Damian can't remember at all, but under some deep castle-repressed memories, there's a Batman from the future.]

[ooc: hit it up wherever B) Damian will be poking around, too, though he won't go too deep.]

heirdom

[Damian has been patrolling for four hours, he is dirty from a minor slip across a tarred roof, and the city is as dead as ever. It's some stupid hour in the morning and he could have a few hours out there yet, but he's giving up for the night. He's not going to intentionally bore himself.

So he heads back to the castle, trudging up the lawn. On a miserable night he generally would have just gone through the castle, but he can't risk his father waking when he goes through the front door. Instead he takes the batline to the window, climbs up, jimmies the window open, and climbs in.

It's dark in the room, just how he left it. He creeps across the floor, silent as he can be, and pushes down his hood. Back in his room. He can slip back into bed just like he's done every night for the past weeks and his father won't be any wiser.

Or rather, he would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for the lights abruptly flicking on to reveal Bruce standing by the door. Damian stares for a moment, and can only really think of one thing to say.]

Damnit.

heirdom

[It's been trying, to say the least.

Damian isn't sure if he can refer to this Bruce Wayne as his father -- whether the man remembers him or not, his father is Batman first, not some airheaded celebrity. Damian is almost maddened by the prospect of his father being a complete idiot as a default, and that the only reason he's heroic at all is because he is Batman.

He wasn't sure what to do about it. Deal? Avoid his father entirely? Repeatedly push him down stairs and put him in comas, in the hopes that just one would induce a loss change? Surely the castle would get the point eventually... and Damian was sure that his father would rather that over being a fool with no recollection of being Batman.

What if his new loss were worse? But then, Damian thought, the odds were slim -- nothing was worse than a Bruce Wayne who wasn't Batman, and logically speaking he probably wasn't precious enough to his father to stand a chance at being his loss.

But there was no guarantee it'd solve anything, either, and it'd be hard to explain that plan to anyone else. He was also hesitant to accidentally kill his father.

Perched on top of a book case in the library, with the journal in front of him and his PSP in one hand, he decides to dictate:]

This is Damian Wayne speaking. I'm broadcasting this to remind you all that we are in a hellhole and that I hope whoever is running this castle dies a miserable, agonizing death.

To all of those people who regularly enjoy themselves here: seek mental help.

( Batfamily, Jilly Coppercorn, Lois Lane, Lana Lang )

(ooc: open either over the journal or in person at the library :)]

batfail.livejournal.com

Who: Damian and Stephanie
What: Dog training
When: A few days ago? D:
Where: Damian's plaaace
Rating: B FOR BLOOD?!

( guest starring Ace! )

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"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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the cake is a lie.

Discovery (Backdated)

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BETRAYAL!

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Babby \o/

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Three posts in one, yayyyyyy

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BATMAN in PARADISA 2

not since I was younger

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freakin' LJ: the sequel

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