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hellshaped.livejournal.com

Who: Hellboy and

paradisa
What: Hellboy looks for a missing friend :(
When: 13/December, near midnight
Where: Fifth floor
Rating: Probably PG, depending if there's magic kissing or not pfff
Notes: OPEN! Starting off in prose, feel free to bracket it up if you need to. Kissing or non-kissing CR is both welcomed!

( I can feel the devil walking next to me )

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[Hellboy isn't stupid.

He's seen people alluding to magical kisses over the journal, and he's even had people warn him about it directly.

But damn it, he can't stay cooped up in his room forever. He's got to make a wreath, after all -- even though Advent is halfway over -- and using ambiguous magic branches for a Christmas decoration just doesn't seem right.

So he's currently walking around in the woods a fair distance from the castle, as that's probably his best bet avoiding, you know, people. And potential unwanted kissing. Anyway, he's looking for branches. An exciting afternoon.

After awhile of not seeing anybody, he starts to feel a little confident. Maybe he's lucky? Who knows. Regardless, he dictates into the journal.]

So has anybody ever actually managed to avoid the whole kissing thing?

[ooc. open for kisses, planned and unplanned! also open for non-kissing CR, just specify in the comment title. :3 ]

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[This here is dictated into the journal! Wow, exciting.]

So I know there used to be some priests here, but have they all gone home? It's sort of hard to keep track of that sort of thing.

Advent starts soon, or at least I think it does. I'm not really sure what year it is in this place. Anyway, maybe it's a little stupid, but having a wreath would be nice. I could probably just make one, but unless it's blessed I don't think it really counts. I haven't had one in a long time and I'd like to do it right, I guess.

[A pause, and the quiet sound of a match sparking to life might be picked up.]

Damn. I haven't been to America in a long time, so I don't know if this is still a thing -- but I'm missing holiday pancakes at IHOP, too.

hellshaped.livejournal.com

( Nancy Downs and Zeke )

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[Hellboy is standing at the entrance to the Gaudium Tower, trying to engage in conversation a slightly off-looking young man in a bellhop uniform. For his part, the young man is just standing there impassively, holding a tray of cookies and seemingly waiting patiently for Hellboy to stop talking to him so he can ascend the stairs.

Hellboy, however, isn't that patient, so he gives up after a few minutes, stepping aside and flipping open his journal to dictate into it.]

So did the ghosts all get laid off, or what? I kind of prefer them to these ... people.

[He pauses to warily eye the not-ghost as he carries the tray up the stairs.]

At least they had an excuse for being creepy and bad conversationalists.

[ooc. this is happening to the castle ghosts, in case you missed it. open over the journal, or in person if you're around gaudium tower!]

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[Outside, Hellboy is wading through leaves, which is actually a little more annoying than you'd think, even for someone who's like seven feet tall.

Eventually he gets frustrated with this stupid bullshit and stops moving, taking out his journal to dictate into it.]

Is it usually like this in the fall? This many leaves, I mean. You'd think the trees would run out of them by now.

At least it's kind of pretty. Reminds me of home, almost. Is there anyone else here from New England?

[He turns around at that point to walk back the way he came, back to the castle --

but the path he forged has already been filled in with leaves.]

Son of a --

[Have some incoherent growling over the journal, Paradisa, accompanied by more crunching as Hellboy trudges back to the castle.]

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[After having musical instruments come up in two different conversations lately, Hellboy has decided that maybe he ought to try and learn to play something as a way to pass the time. It's always good to have a hobby, after all, and when better to start than when you've got apparently endless amounts of time on your hands?

Because, you know, you're imprisoned in a magic castle.

A mixed blessing, perhaps.

Regardless, Hellboy has decided that in the late evening is the best time to try and learn an instrument. For whatever reason. Maybe he thinks he'll be least likely to have someone witness his embarrassing fumbling around? Could be.

He's in the music room right now. But instead of making a whole bunch of noise or breaking shit because he doesn't know what he's doing, he just kind of stands there for a little while. Squinting.

Where does ... he even start ...

Maybe he should take up knitting instead.]

[ooc. open in person! music room or third floor, since the door's wide open and HB's just standing there stupidly.]

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[Hellboy's been a little wary of this ice cream business. The guy running the thing gives him the creeps, for one. And, well, he's been around enough magical food to learn to be wary of it.

He's currently in the lobby, keeping an eye on this whole thing. Just making sure nothing weird happens. Well, weirder.

With a sigh, he flips open his journal and dictates.]

So, the castle's been giving us a lot of things to occupy ourselves with lately, hasn't it? The language thing, letting others see what's on our minds -- literally -- and now we've got ice cream.

Everything's pretty lighthearted, too. Well, for most people, I guess.

[A PAUSE, as he reflects on what his own room manifested as. He kept the doors locked until that was all over for a reason.

Moving on.]

I wonder if the joint's trying to make us settle down. Everybody's been keyed up for awhile, and plus there were those big fights and everything.

No idea why it'd do a thing like that, though. Maybe it wants us to only focus on fighting what it throws at us, instead of each other.

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[Hellboy is currently in the lobby, smoking. He's headed outside for a walk, as he is wont to do, but he decides to open his journal first. Maybe preemptively sidestep some awkward language stuff before it happens.

Dictated in English!]

So, how long do these things usually last, anyway? This isn't like the time we were all stuck in the ocean, so I really hope it's not going to last the same amount of time, either.

Makes it kind of hard to get anything done around here.

[A pause, and then he dictates in French. Because he figures -- if you're the only person around who speaks a language, it would probably get really lonely, really fast.]

Er. Je parle français, au fait. Ce n'est pas très rare, mais je voudrais le mentionner.

[Then he repeats the same thing in Spanish and German. And ... after a pause ... repeats it in really stilted Latin. Dead languages are hard, okay, weeps.

This done, he finally heads out the door.]

[ooc. open over the journal or in person. i am going to be at work until 6pm est but i wanted to get this up while i had the chance! backtags to come ...]

stompings.livejournal.com

[It's a nice afternoon!

You know who's going down the elevator?

Yep. A tall, muscular, masked person who can't wait to go outside... well, maybe eat first... But gosh darn it! This person sure does have plans!

She'll push the button to the lobby and on the way there, many people get on and get off, and she simply sighs to herself, knowing that sweet, sweet kitchen will be all the more sweeter once she reaches her destination!

Oh, wow. Look at all these people! She knew she should have taken the stairs.]

Eh? Are the elevators here usually this busy?!

_{(ooc. Three sections will go up. Pre-elevtorstuck, Post-elevatorstuck, and OH MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT NOISE ARE WE STUCK?! SECTIONS ARE UP! GO GO GO!!! Also, tag yourselves in for me? :c

There will pretty much be free reign between the people who are getting stuck... Just try not to escape so fast because it takes all the fun away! Let's just say the top panel is really really hard to get off at first, but maybe after an hour or two they are allowed to wedge it open? Or whatever! Let's see how they get out together, shall we?

MAJOR THREADJACKING SUGGESTED AND ENCOURAGED!! LET'S GET THAT HILARIOUS CR I TELL YOU WHAT.]}

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[WOW COOL let's backdate this to the 26th. OK? OK.

So, it's the 26th.

It has been increasingly obvious over the past few days that Something Big is Going Down. Something Big that May Require the Services of Guys With Guns.

Hellboy happens to be such a Guy.

Of course, as has been previously established, he is also a Guy That's Awful With Guns.

So today, he's gone out to the shooting range (again) to practice and see if he can get his aim to stop sucking (again).

But what's different between now and his previous excursions is what happens when he does this thing, which is the following:

There is one (1) demon-ish guy standing in front of the targets with one (1) firearm in hand. He holds it up and aims at one (1) target, pulls the trigger, and

BOOM

the gun

explodes

literally in his hand, he is still holding it, or what's left of it anyway; the metal is twisted and in pieces and his coat is on fire and really, it's just hideous in every sense of the word.]

God DAMN --

[Now there is one (1) demon-ish guy standing in front of the targets and trying to beat out the flames on his one (1) sleeve with his one (1) giant stone arm. And as these things go, of course there is one (1) journal lying open nearby to capture all this. Of course.]

[ooc. open in person at the firing range, or over the journal if you want!]

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[Hello, Paradisa.

It's nearly midnight.

And there is a seven foot tall red man with horns and a tail wearing a trenchcoat standing in the kitchen.

He is making pancakes.

He is also dictating into the journal, which is on the counter at his side.]

So just wondering -- how many of you make your own food here? I guess the room service is nice if you're okay with it coming from the Great Unknown and being shuttled upstairs by incorporeal bellhops.

But I wouldn't trust any food made by something with no tastebuds.

Maybe that's just me, though.

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[Good evening, cruise ship denizens! If you are out on deck at this time of night, you might see two gentlemen out at the shuffleboard court.

"Gentlemen" is a term we use here loosely.

One of them is huge and red and that is also a tail and oh dear are those horns, and the other one is some teenage slacker. But they are both dressed very, well, dapper. For lack of a better term. There are bow-ties and vests -- they are just missing the monocles.

If you listen in closely, you may hear them discussing the finer points of the game. Or really, it's more that Hellboy is telling Zeke what to do, because Hellboy is really old and knows all about this boring stuff. Zeke, being a hip young thing, does not.]

So, pretty much you shoot the disc into the triangle. Sometimes you can hit the other person's disc to keep them from scoring.

Cockblock the other player, got it.

[ooc. come play shuffleboard with hellboy and zeke!!]

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[After his run-in with the ice vampire girl last week, Hellboy decided that maybe he ought to work on his aim a little.

Not that practicing before in the decades prior did him any good, but it certainly couldn't hurt.

He's currently out in the shooting range, firing at targets.

For anyone else out there, be advised: he is awful at it. Completely terrible. You would think he were missing an eye with how he's aiming. Oh, he can hit the target alright, but it's always on the very edges. A sharpshooter, he ain't.

He doesn't seem to be all that bothered by his utter ineptitude though, apart from the rather violent way the tip of his tail is lashing back and forth.

He might punch something later, though.]

[ooc. open at the shooting range! let's backdate this to a more reasonable hour for this sort of thing as well ♥]

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[Being a "parent" (or whatever) hadn't been as terrible for Hellboy as it had been for a lot of the other residents, apparently. Maybe he was cheating by raising a demon-alien hybrid baby, but. He didn't really care THE POINT IS, it was pretty easy.

Today, they are in the kitchen. Because today is the day for pancakes.]

[And 'pancakes' was obviously meant to be 'waffles' because that is what is stacked in front of a human-disguised Zim. He's munching on them slowly, but seems to be distracted by the HIDEOUS PANCAKES that are also on the table. He's occasionally throwing the other two disgusted looks, because pancakes are disgusting and would probably burn him horribly if they touched him.]

[James/Waffles/whatever it is is exceedingly happy, though! He's in a little highchair and has a gigantic stack of both pancakes and waffles slathered in syrup and butter in front of him, and despite only having one tooth he's having no problems chowing down!]

[Truly James/Waffes/whatever has the best of both worlds. If by 'both worlds,' we mean 'lol waffles suck pancakes 4lyfe.'

Hellboy has his own stack of pancakes, eying Zim suspiciously from the other side of the baby as he eats. This is ... family mealtime?? Okay whatever you guys.]

[ooc. open in person rawr!! come see the greatest family ever. hellboy, zim, wee baby james, aka WAFFLES THE DESTROYER]

sodoomed.livejournal.com

[Unlike most of the other resident species, Irkens don't need to sleep. So for Zim he wasn't so much sleeping as he was completely knocked out. Yeah, thanks castle.

Anyway, he's coming around now, groaning and rubbing his head as he sits up aaaand realizes that this isn't his filthy human-decorated room.]

- Eh?

[Demon man things did need to sleep, on the other hand, so Hellboy is pretty soundly doing that right about now. It's a good thing for him that he's a light sleeper though, because this could get pretty horrifying pretty quickly otherwise.

So, awake. Oh, green ... guy. From before. This is pretty dumb, but this is also magic castle, so he's not going to really waste time freaking out about it.] You have antennae now.

[ZIM JUST SCREAMS. HORRIFICALLY. It's so horrible, the robotic spiderlegs are extending from his PAK and in an instant he's risen himself up, looking like he's about to have a heart attack.]

WHAT IS THIS??! WHAT'S GOING ON?!!!

[Oh, it got horrifying anyway. Good. Hellboy squints up, unmoved by this display, and rubs at the back of his head.]

Beats me. Magic castle stuff, I guess. The door's over there.

[Zim proceeds to completely ignore Hellboy. YEAAHHH.]

YOU'RE TRYING TO STEAL MY ORGANS!! MY DELICIOUS, SUPERIOR ORGANS!! [He yells, while pointing dramatically.]

[Oh, okay. More of that.] Look, I don't really care about your organs or anything. You can seriously go.

[And he gestures over at the door for emphasis -- except there's totally and completely somebody standing in front of it. Somebody with horns and antennae and wait what is this what is happen.]

... did you make a clone while I was asleep?

[Zim was about to continue on ranting about how great his organs are, but at the word 'clone' he stops.]

Huh? What are y - [He glances over, silent for a few seconds before his eyes bug out.]

WHAT is THAT??? It's - IT'S HIDEOUS!

[Zim shut up, you will give this thing a complex! Hellboy is already up and over there, trying to see if it's ... dangerous? It doesn't look like it, but. Well. You can never be too careful.]

Where'd you come from, little guy?

[The HIDEOUS MUTANT - I mean, tiny adorable horned alien-demon-baby-thing just looks aaalllll the way up at Hellboy, antennae twitching. And then, in the cutest high-pitched voice:]

Pancakes!

[Zim still looks confused.]

It's so ugly.

[Hellboy just eyes the hideous/adorable mutant/baby. Thing.]

No, I think it's hungry.

((Hellboy is red, Zim is green, and the demon-Irken baby is purple! YEAAHHH best family and cutest baby everrrr 8D))

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[Today, Hellboy is walking around outside.

This is usually what he does, so this giant red guy with horns and a tail walking around shouldn't really be all that unusual for Paradisians. "Shouldn't" being the operative word here; he's been here two months and is still a little thrown off each time somebody boggles at him.

It's weird feeling weird.

Anyway, while he's out here, he is also dictating into his journal as he walks, which is also not that much of an unusual thing.]

So it's been pretty quiet since I got dropped off here. Not that I'm doubting that dangerous stuff happens or anything, but -- the longer we go without anything dangerous and awful popping up, the more I feel like there's going to be a big payoff somewhere down the line.

It's been awhile since I got any practice in. Is there a shooting range or something like that?

[ooc. as always, open in person/over the journallllll]

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.]

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[WELP, it's Good Friday. According to the calendar this place runs by, anyway. Hellboy isn't sure how much he can trust that, since he's still not completely convinced this isn't some mass hallucinatory possession type of thing, but, what can you do?

Might as well roll with it.

He is currently walking around the grounds like he does, journal in one hand and cigarette in the other. After peering around at places where tiny oval objects could potentially be hidden for a few minutes, he dictates to the pages in that low, gravelly voice of his.]

So. Is Easter usually a thing here, or what?

[ooc. BLUH open in person/over the journal. i'm going to work pretty soon so tags will be sporadic until the evening]

hellshaped.livejournal.com

[A month was an awful long time to be bone dry sober, as far as Hellboy was concerned.

He'd just recently been introduced to the fact that there are bars in this place, and he was pretty grateful for that right about now. Because if a month was a long time to be sober, it was also a small eternity to be trapped in a single place with no headway into escaping.

So, he's currently seated at the bar in Caritas, nursing a beer which actually seems to be pretty weak, since he's not really feeling it at all. But it's still early, and it's just a beer, so whatever. He's not that concerned about it.

His journal is open nearby, and he idly dictates into it.]

I think I'm starting to see why this place is so dangerous.

I got here just at the tail-end of the most recent terrible thing that screwed with everybody, but nothing's happened the whole time I've been here otherwise. So I guess it's understandable that every time something goes down, nobody's prepared for it.

False sense of security, maybe.

[ooc. open in person or over the journal :T]

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