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[Alan Bradley]

So. Tron talked about a lightcycle he and Clu had modded to work out here. You wouldn't happen to have that around, would you?

--And can you ride?

[/Alan Bradley]

[People Who Went On The Last Expedition]

I heard you all rode a "train". [He sounds like he's unfamiliar with the word.] What was powering it? Steam? Is its power source still out there or was it destroyed along with the "train"?

[/Explorers]

[and then to the castle in general]

What happens to the power crystals when someone who owns them goes home? Do they vanish too? They shouldn't, because they're a part of this world...right?

userless

[Most castle residents have probably had more than enough of the leaves, but not all of us come from a world with organic plants, okay? Today, Gibson is out on the grounds (wearing very dark sunglasses to protect his eyes from the glare) and using a set of crayons to make leaf impressions on the journal in the appropriate colors. Next to each childlike leaf imprint is an extremely accurate and mathematically precise sketch of a fractal pattern that closely resembles each type of leaf.]

So who designed these, anyway? Why all the different patterns?

((ooc: open or journal! Feel free to bother the glowing guy.))

userless

[Gibson is in the library, a few collections of illustrated steampunk books open on a table from which he's idly sketching a few diagrams.]

How many of you know anything about steam power?

See, I've heard that even out in the so-called Dead Zone, steam works. Seems to me we could fill in a lot of empty spaces on this map if we had a way to get around that was a little faster than walking.

And if nobody does know anything, which I for one find unlikely, would anyone want to field test a few designs?

userless

[Have you investigated Gibson's room yet? No? Why not?

It's a wonderfully dark place with no sun, a green colony carved into calcite-like rocks, pulsing like an emerald in the dark canyons. Off in the distance are two other gem-like vistas, the dark blue towers of Tron City and the stunning white crystal of Arjia City, home of the ISOs.

Approaching the colony, there are walls of sheer cliff and a few pathways leading to more residential areas. Although hissing, painful yellow pixelated clumps of virus-infected lands scatter around the place, there are more areas that are healthy and populated by scantily-clad, green-glowing Bostrumites. None of them seem to be much for conversation, repeating only a few lines--but then, they're only memories and representations, not like Gibson himself.

Gibson himself is in one of the generator rooms, smiling faintly at the falsified power output readings. He knows it's just a representation--Grid energy feels very different from castle energy--but it's as close as he'll get to home, and he's taking all he can get.]

userless

[Gibson sounds somewhere between satisfied and amused. After long observation to make sure Abraxas's disappearance wasn't just a clever ruse, he's finally moved back to his castle room, and he's in the process of decorating it to look like a little more like home.]

"And the Creator said, 'Hey, interpretation program, buddy, why don't you just make it so everyone unerstands everyone else?' And the program followed his directive, and then all programs spoke the same language." The part they don't tell you is that after he did his job, the interpretor program went off to found a snazzy nightclub where everyone was welcome, regardless of their origin.

Obviously this whole mess is because Zuse went back to the Grid.

I guess the real question is, [and there's a quick buzzing sound as a bunch of numbers appear on the page] 01100011 01100001 01101110 00100000 01001001 00100000 01110011 01110000 01100101 01100001 01101011 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01100001 00100000 01100100 01101001 01100110 01100110 01100101 01110010 01100101 01101110 01110100 00100000 01101100 01100001 01101110 01100111 01110101 01100001 01100111 01100101 00100000 01101001 01100110 00100000 01001001 00100000 01110100 01110010 01111001 00111111 00001101 00001010

--Oh, hey, neat!

[He'll be banging around on the thirteenth floor, if anyone wants to bug him in person. Binary reads, "can I speak in another language if I try?"]

bowiesque-basic.livejournal.com

[After a brief journey Castor throws open the doors of The Lux. His face, lit up in anticipation of the sight of something akin to his own End of Line club, plumets sharply as he takes in the cozy, dare he say it, family friendly atmosphere.]

Not... quite what I was expecting.

[Castor turns, addressing the brilliant green program just behind, Gibson. He tries in vain to keep the distate from his voice.]

This is it?

location The Lux

is0latedthinker.livejournal.com

( Gibson )

userless

[Dated to shortly after the Navy has left the Jolly Roger.]

[Filtered away from the Navy]

The Navy attacked us, and we didn't do anything! Not to them, not to anyone else! We've been on our best behavior and they came in, wrecked our ship, and kidnapped some of our friends!

I don't know where they're taking them, but we need repairs before we can chase us - not to mention they've got us outmanned, outgunned, and the Admirals still have their powers. They didn't get turned human for this.

Watch out, other ships. They don't need a reason beyond the clothes we were forced into.

userless

[Though he couldn't have explained what it was if you asked him, Gibson was in a very good mood today. Maybe it was the vampires returning to normal, maybe it was the absence of Deathwing's taint in the energy, maybe it was even the weather (though given that he was deeply hooded and wearing very dark sunglasses, it was unlikely the weather was the cause).

Today finds the green-circuited shirtless program in a sunny section of the library, testing what looks like a do-it-yourself solar panel attached to a little fan. He has a second fan that seems to be attached to nothing in particular, though it runs at approximately the same speed.]

How far out from the castle can you go before you can't wish for anything anymore? I know there's a "Dead Zone" if you go far enough, but is the castle's magic uniform until then?

Or is it at least clearly maked? I don't want to step over some invisible line and accidentally derezz.

[The User, Sam Flynn & Quorra]

Is there any reason a Light Runner wouldn't work on the terrain here? I think we ought to build one.

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

userless

[While still being cautious about his movements in the castle, Gibson was grateful for the recent influx of little people - sure, it was a completely foreign experience to him, but it had kept the castle largely occupied, especially Abraxas. As a result, he'd found himself cautiously exploring more and more of the castle grounds (though he still primarily kept his explorations to the night and the Insolitus during the day, as he really didn't like sunlight).

Eventually he'd found himself in the ~~archives~~ library and pored over dozens of books--none specific enough for his purposes, but from which he'd managed to pull a somewhat coherent picture of those things he was most curious about. It wouldn't hurt to have some further opinions, though, so eventually Gibson found himself asking the castle at large.]

All right, so this place is a magic castle. That's how everyone describes it, and it explains why the energy here seems a little different than energy on the Grid. As far as anyone can tell, the magic comes from the castle itself--and if you go far enough away, there's no magic at all.

With me so far? Good.

The magic here can turn into other kids of energy, like electricity or heat or food. [Yes, he thinks food is a form of energy.] When we're close to the castle, we can direct the magic to do whatever we want just with our thoughts, but this also gets harder the farther out you go, so if anyone wants to take a trip out far enough, they have to pack their own food. And it doesn't seem like anyone knows for sure, but the people in the city are either created by the magic or controlled by the magic and that's why they don't have free will. Or at least their free will is suppressed, which is downright wrong if you ask me.

[Gibson lets out an expansive sigh. He's getting distracted again, he can tell.]

So my question to you, Paradisans, is that if everything here is based on magic--

--why in the User's name is there that infernal sun?

psych0p0mps

INSOLITUS

[It's Friday, of course. Totally Friday! We're not late. And that means it's time for the Insolitus expedition to begin.

Game grub: check.
Supplies: check.
Sweet costumes: check.
Dice: check.

Let's get this show on the road.]

SECTIONS:
- Day 1: Mingling ==> Beginning the Adventure
- Day 2: In which minor complications arise
- Day 3: Miniboss A, Miniboss B, Miniboss C ==> LOST ROOM

((ooc: ~~hang on a second while i set up sections!~~ GOOD TO GO! Party thread, threadjack a lot, tag yourself in, etc. etc. etc.
Also there is a chat channel! Pop into AIM chatroom insolitus at any time to plot!))

partlyhuman.livejournal.com

Who:

oftheforsaken,

moleculars,

protects,

hasnoneeds,

possiblycantdie,

hellshaped,

mal_addict,

ruined_jaw,

imnotjenkins,

ectobabble,

toerags,

heliotroping,

thehumanfactor,

demonologist,

lady_maz,

miseternity,

thisisprogress,

my_bff_trevor,

hulloeverything,

lawyerlarry,

stepladdersduh,

buryyoualive,

partlyhuman
What: The trial of "Cair Paradisa V. Rose"
When: Tuesday, May 10th, 8:30 PM - 12:00 AM
Where: The Ballroom
Rating: Probably won't get worse than anything you could see on daytime cable TV.

( The case continues, another night in court, the same old trial - the same old questions asked, the same denial, the shadows closing round like jury members )

[ooc: tag in under whichever header is appropriate for you and threadjack at will, I want everybody to have a good time and feel included more than I want to strive for 100% ~~boring~~ 'real court drama'! Witnesses, feel free to tag yourselves into the examination sections. All three of them! (direct examination is when the witness is first called, and cross examination is where the opposing side gets to ask questions to clarify / make the initial questioning seem unreliable, and then rebuttal examination is like the same as cross examination but for the first side) nevermind we're using the direct examination thread for the convenience of the witness characters. I AM SORRY I DIDN'T EXPLAIN THIS WELL bunfights and bakeries. Maybe I'll do better next time.]

userless

[Gibson was slowly starting to get accustomed to this new world, though it seemed to his Outlands-adjusted eyes that the vile sun was actually staying in the sky for longer every day, bit by bit. He hoped it wasn't a permanent progression. Almost the first thing he'd done once he'd found his room was make it much, much darker.

Within a few "days", though, Gibson had come to the uncomfortable discovery that not only was Rinzler down the hall from him, so was Abraxas. Needless to say, he hadn't been back to his room since.

There was a lot of the rest of the castle to explore, though, from the inefficient paper archives to the bizarre room that was, as far as Gibson could tell, solely for the purpose of making things to stick in your mouth. (He'd had "food" explained to him, but that didn't make the thought any less palatable, so to speak.) So he'd spent the past few days checking everything out, spending his days mostly in the Insolitus because it was nice and dark, and since programs didn't really need sleep unless they had to recompile.

What he hadn't found was a single Energy Transfer Conduit, pool of energy, or even, at the various drinking establishments in the castle, a simple energy drink. Those disgusting "Red Bull" and "Rockstar" liquids were not energy, no matter what the labels claimed.

So here he was, circuits dangerously low, prodding at the one thing he knew had to have energy, because it's what the lamps were plugged into. He could see it with the tiniest effort, energy coming from the wall and through the cord and then out to one of those inefficient incandescent bulbs. It was an unfamiliar kind of energy, sure, but if he just tried a little, maybe he could--]

User help me....

[And he sticks his hand into the electrical socket.

This doesn't go as planned.

There is now a brightly glowing, shirtless program lying down in the middle of one of the castle hallways. His hood has slipped down and his hair is standing up in all directions.]

There's got to be a better way to do that.

[Open in person or over journal!]

userless

[Good evening, Paradisa. In your lobby this evening is one (1) man who looks like a rave escapee: he's dressed in what looks like all leather with glowing green circuits, and he seems to be sleeping on the floor.

This illusion is dispelled after about a minute, when he gets up and shakes his head, blinking a few times at the bright lights. Is he somehow back at Zuse's club? No, he should be with--]

Monitor! Hey, where'd you go? What happened to--

[No, it's way too bright to be the Outlands, and that yellow virus son-of-a-glitch isn't anywhere around. What in the User's name is this place? He knew he couldn't have mangled that maneuver so badly he'd been derezzed, but Gibson knew every inch of the Outlands between Bostrum Colony and the highway, and this was definitely not part of it.

He looks up and squints at the ceiling, shading his eyes a little. And despite everything--the mysterious translocation, the missing System Monitor he was supposed to be escorting to Arjia, the lack of the virus who had almost single-handedly destroyed everything he'd helped to build over the past hundred cycles--it's the giant magical chandelier he's under that gets a reaction out of him.]

Very funny. Okay, whoever's in charge of this place? White isn't a very good color for light. You're bleeding energy here. And why are there eighty-eight tiny light sources instead of a nice panel? It would light the room just as well. Better.

[Now he's staring directly up at the light, hands on his hips and hood starting to fall down.]

This is all going to end badly. You just can't get away with something like this.

[The journal's open on a table nearby, but he hasn't noticed it yet ~~and what are books anyway~~.]

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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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