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tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

[Jilly had been awfully quiet since she'd woken up. She wasn't upset-not really-but losing a month of time only made it more clear how unpredictable and uncertain this place could be. It was the kind of thing that required thinking, and she always thought best with a canvas and brush. There'd been food in the rooms, so she'd stayed in rather than heading out into the bustle of the castle, and simply got reacquainted with her easel.

Now, though, properly paint-speckled and feeling a great sense of catharsis, she feels a desperate need for people and fresh air and food that doesn't come in a bag.]

( Barney )

( Friends )

( Billy )

[However serious the lost time is, she can't fully shake her good mood as she heads out into the snow. It's evident in her voice as she puts aside the filters and addresses the journal]

So, I have the feeling I've probably missed a lot of people, and it's about time for an announcement anyway. If anyone is interested in art--painting, drawing, sculpting...whatever you'd like...--there's a studio in town where you're welcome. Working privately is good, but it's sometimes nice to work or learn with other people. And there isn't a skill requirement. It's open to anyone, even if you just want to learn. I run a class there on Tuesday mornings if anyone is interested.

I'm Jilly, by the way, for any people who I haven't met, yet. I've been...indisposed...for awhile.

[Unfortunately, Jilly isn't really thinking about what time of year it is...or what the castle's latest "mistletoe" attempt is. Her good cheer might not last as long as she's hoping]

[ooc: Open for kisses and non-kisses alike]

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

Who: Jilly Coppercorn

tehoniongirl and Willow Rosenberg

its_worthdoing
What: The inanimate roommate is no longer...well...inanimate
When: Thursday night
Where: Their room
Rating: PG

( Since U Been Gone... )

lord-wizard.livejournal.com

Who: All of Paradisa! That means YOU
What: Feasts and fireworks, oh my!
When: The third day of Diwali; Friday, Oct. 28th
Where: Everywhere (though just the ballroom for the feast)
Rating: Um, not more than PG? This is a family holiday, guys, come on...

Diwali is living up to it’s name today. The lights are everywhere today both outside and in. Stands of candles line the lobby like a temple and lanterns hang from the very ceiling. Everywhere there is light.

Today, however, you can add new smells and sounds to the list as well. Music drifts through the air into the lobby, along with the fragrant, spice filled scents of foods and sweets.

((FEAST | FIREWORKS))

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

[As night falls, silhouetting the castle in shadow, a tiny form can be found standing on the path outside. Mouth agape, she's got her head tilted back as she stares in wide-eyed wonder at the building in front of her. Clutched in her hands, a forgotten book (which, unbeknownst to her, happens to be her journal) dangles open, pages swinging in her careless grip.]

Woah...

[someone's not in Tyson, anymore.]

[Loss start! Feel free to find her outside the castle, bug her over the journals or, if you'd prefer, find her once she starts exploring. Because she won't stand still for long]

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

[Jilly doesn't usually head up to the roof of the castle, but tonight's sky is too beautiful to pass up. She didn't bring her coat, so she's shivering slightly from the night's chill, but she has a mug of hot chocolate to keep her hands warm as she watches the streaks of light raining down from the sky]

It's been a long time since I saw a shooting star. Even back home, it's usually too bright in the city to see them.

...anybody else making wishes, tonight?

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

Who: Billy, Jilly, Willow, and Ray
What: Jailhouse blues
When: Ice cream day
Where: Jail
Rating: PG-13

( Read more... )

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

[It was maybe a bit of willful denial that kept Jilly from discovering her own room for awhile. She'd slept in the common areas like everyone else, not wanting to infringe on Willow's privacy in their shared room, but it almost didn't occur to her to go and check her own room, long abandoned since she'd arrived here.

Almost.

Today, she hesitated outside the door, hand resting on the handle, wondering if she really wanted to see what was inside. She'd called herself an onion girl before, made up of layers and...maybe nothing else. She wasn't sure. If this was peeling all those layers back, she wasn't sure she wanted to know what she'd find.

When she steps inside, though, it's to twin waves of relief and homesickness. Her room had fashioned itself as her loft apartment in Newford. Sparse, with a small kitchenette and a narrow bed, there's very little else in the room. The window looks out on to a fire escape with a small bowl for cat food --empty, at the moment-- and the busy sounds of a city filter into the tiny apartment.

The only thing that makes the room strange (other than the fact it exists at all) are the paintings.

They cover every inch of the walls, done in the style that she's been slowly making her own. They are full of the things fresh in her mind. Legato, Billy, the Doctors, Willow, Fred, Barney, Crowley, the kids, the empty church, and so many more, they're painted there in careful detail. Stepping into the middle of the room she turns to take it all in...and then blinks when she's gone full circle, because the paintings there have changed. Now, mixed with her recent Paradisa life, she can see snippets of home. Sparked by the shape of the room, the paintings change to match. It's both wonderful and a little disturbing, but she stays anyway. For the first time since coming to Paradisa, this room feels like home.]

[[OOC: ~~Late~~ open post for Jilly's headspace. The paintings change to match her thoughts. In a closet, there are also stacks of canvases with more hidden thoughts (bad memories, crushes, embarrassments). If you come by today or later, she'll be around to talk. If your char would have found the room during the past two days and explored on their own, I can supply what they'd find.]

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

[Churches weren't Jilly's favorite place, but there was a beauty and a peace to them. Especially in one like the Paradisa church that Abel had turned into something welcoming. Somewhere safe.

Without him there, she would have rather avoided it. She'd rather remember it as it had been, rather than visit it now. But there were things to be taken care of with Father Nightroad gone and Sora to look after and, besides, she needed a way to take her mind off Legato and Billy and the overwhelming events they'd just passed through.

It's trying to distract herself that leads to finding the letters, carefully sealed in a single envelope addressed to the missing priest.]

( Private )

[The other letter requires more care, though, and the paper rustles in her hands as she opens her journal so she can address the castle]

I know a lot of us are shaken after...after everything that's happened and some of the things that were...learned. And I know people are dealing with a lot of anger and hurt and shock. I am too. [it's hard to keep her voice steady. Legato's capture is a blessing, but Billy's betrayal (if it really is that) is a curse] I know I'm probably not the only one who wants to know how any of this could get this far.

But I found something in the church. It's a letter, written by one of the people captured during the fighting. It was left in Father Nightroad's care, so I'm afraid I'm not the one meant to be delivering it...but I think it's important.

[she takes a small breath, and then she reads]

Castle Residents,
My name is Joshua, and depending on when...or if this even gets read, I'm not really sure who this letter will be relevant to. I know it will affect my friends. And I know...it will affect those who have had their lives scarred by Riful, Arthas, or Legato.

Today is May 1st. Recently I made a decision, and it's one that I know nobody will be happy with. The only other person I plan on informing is Father Nightroad, because I know above all else, he can keep a secret. Please don't blame him for this, because it was my decision.

I know for certain that Legato is the one who's been taking the city residents, and I know that he's been feeding them to Riful. A woman confronted me about it because she knew that I had once associated with Legato, but I was too panicked and unaware of what to do, and so I told her nothing. If she's still here, then I'm sorry to her for lying.

But after that, I contacted Legato, then Riful. I've offered to heal Riful, and to try to use my energy to supply her with what she needs so that she doesn't need to eat humans anymore. As an Apostle, this isn't something I've tried before... Not in this way. So I'm not really sure how well it will work out, but I'm determined to try this. If this is successful, then it means nobody else has to die.

Riful's agreed not to eat anyone from here on out, so long as I regularly return to her manor to provide her with the energy she needs. I think this is a sacrifice worth making. I know that many people will not agree, because it doesn't offer any justice for those who have already died, and their families. And for that I do feel guilty. But having lost my family, I can say there is no real justice to make up for it, other than trying to make sure the same thing doesn't happen again to anyone else.

So that's what I'm doing. I'm trying to make sure nobody else will die because of this. And...I'm trying to show Riful that she can live another way. She wasn't always this way—a monster. This was something that happened to her, a horrible choice that she made, and now it's her very nature to revel in it. I know what this is like, and maybe that's why I don't want to simply give up on her, or anyone else here.

But I'm not ignorant to my chances of success. I wrote this letter because I know something might happen. She might go back on her word and kill me, or if she breaks the deal some way, then I know I will try to kill her. One of these scenarios must have happened if this is being read, or...something else I never want to think about, and is impossible.

I'm willing to be hated for this decision, if it will save lives. If it doesn't, then I still can't let myself regret it, because I'll know I followed my heart and tried my best. I hope it's a small consolation, if any, that I will never tell Riful anything about what goes on here, or what I see in the journals. I've heard bits and pieces here of some kind of attack, and I can't interfere with that. You all have a right to it. So no matter what happens, whether we're in a truce or not, I will never divulge your secrets to her.
Sincerely,
Joshua Christopher

[there's a pause, and then she sets the letter down, voice soft] I don't know that I'll have any answers to questions people have...but it's something to think about. Not all of the people responsible- [a beat] We might not have as much information as we think we do.

( Colette )

[the final filter is written in...and then blotted out a few hours later. No message is included]

~~[Billy]~~

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

Who: The Ills (Jilly, Billy and Willow)
What: Friends reconnecting to a bit of karaoke
When: About 8ish, Thursday evening.
Where: Caritas
Rating: PG-13 for Billy's secret evil motives.

( Are you gonna spend your life wondering, standing in the back looking around? )

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

[these past few days, peace of mind has been something far out of reach for Jilly. Still, she has matters to attend to, and she plans to do just that]

( Legato )

( Peace Patrol, heroes, and anyone else working to stop Riful & her Allies )

( Rin )

( Willow & Billy )

[Filters done, Jilly can be found in the music room. It's not a place she frequents often, but she's feeling the need for something to lift her spirits today and music seems the best way to do it. After a bit of browsing through the CDs, this can be heard playing softly over the journal.]

I think what I love most about live music is that...it feels a little like audible painting. All colors and images and emotion. And there are mistakes and improvisations. It's not neat. Or edited. It just is.

[In the room itself, Jilly can be found sitting on the floor (who needs chairs), painting on her pochade box, because this was a situation that called for more than black and white pencil sketches.]

cricketycricket.livejournal.com

Who: The Fifth Doctor & Jilly Coppercorn
What: Catching up, and getting away
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: The gallery
Rating: PG? PG-13 at the most, if the murder gets discussed

( Art is the only way to run away without leaving home. ~ Twyla Tharp )

inherbones.livejournal.com

[Backdated to Thursday

Tia Dalma's pushing the door open to the Fairyland Animal Center of all things. She's interested in one of the animals and ownership is apparently sought here. As she walks in, she raises an eyebrow at the amount of things available in all sorts of colors for the animals.

She picks a toy up at random and squeezes it. She nearly drops it when it squeaks.]

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

[The damage to her room has been cleared. The ruined painting was slowly being replaced, a half-finished canvas started in her church-studio. And her friends, it seemed, had all made it back more or less intact from their latest fiasco.

Part of her was happy.

Another part was just tired. With Bruce gone, there was no way to reearn his trust. Karen was gone, so there was no one calling her out for her failure to communicate about Legato earlier. And the Doctor was unconscious, another castle-caused disruption that left things...quiet. And unfinished.

There were a lot of things that were unfinished.

She's in a wandering mood today and, after her art class finishes, she finds herself sitting at the fountain in town, sketchbook open as she watches people wandering past...but she's not drawing much today. Instead, she addresses the journal]

It's not just the things that happen here that we forget. It's back home. I've been here a year and a half... A little over, actually... and I'm not even sure when the last time was that I really talked about Newford. Or my friends there. It's like it's becoming fully separate from who I am here and...I don't want that. Not at all.

I want to remember Christy's stories and the Professor's long lectures and Wendy's poetry and Sophie's horrible luck with technology. I want to remember them. Just like I want to remember here.

[a small pause] How about any of you? If you've got stories about home...I'd like to hear them. If anyone else is in the mood to share.

[OOC: Open over the journals or in person. She's not in a bad mood. Just...a thoughtful one.]

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

Who: Lorne and Jilly
What: Lorne glimpses something real as Jilly's loss ends
Where: Caritas
When: During karaoke, Thursday night.
Rating: PG or less?

( Cause the line between wrong and right is the width of a thread of a spider's web. )

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

[Today, Jilly can be found in town. The headdress has thankfully been abandoned, as has the technicolor costume and the bad clown makeup.

Instead, she's in what appears to be a stylized battle dress, her wild curls tamed and pulled up out of her face.

She makes her way to the town center, striding purposefully to the fountain. And then, for all townspeople and residents to see and hear, she begins to sing]

( Cut for video and half-naked men )

♫ Broken people get recycled
and I hope that I will sometimes be thrown off the pathways
what I thought was my way home
wasn't the place I know
No, I'm not afraid of changing,
Certain, nothing's certain
what we own becomes our prison
my possessions will be gone
back to where they came from

blame
no one is to blame
as natural as the rain that falls
here comes the Flood again

flush away the weight that pulls you down
Light the ways that freed from the dust

[flush away the weight that pulls you down]
don't trust your eyes
its easy to believe them
know in your heart
that you can leave a prison

[Light the ways that free from the dusk]
don't trust your mind
its not always listening
turn on the lights
and feel the ancient rhythm

blame
no one is to blame
as natural as the rain that falls
here comes the Flood again ♫

[ooc: Final public post for Jilly's singer!loss. Mostly open for gawking and journal entries, but if men in the area suddenly found themselves with the need to show off their muscles...well... no one would really be complaining. Until after the song, anyway]

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

[For the past few days, Jilly had been more than a little...

odd.

She hadn't shown up for her art class. Her sketchbook languished beside her bed, untouched. And when she showed up at work at the coffee shop she was wearing a ridiculous amount of makeup.

Other than a few trips to the music room (and a few surprisingly good vocal warmup sessions), she hadn't done anything too strange.

That is, until now.

She's wearing red tights and a headdress that's almost as big as the rest of her. Expression serious, she strides to the landing and the top of the stairs leading into the lobby, and strikes a dramatic pose.

And then she begins to sing]

( Cut for video )

♫ I-I'm going to find a happy-

I-I'm going to find a happy-

I-I'm going to find a happy place. ♫

[OOC: Open over the journals or to anyone in the lobby. People watching can simply gawk or, if the castle is feeling particularly cruel, might feel compelled to join in as backup dancers. For an idea of what they might be doing, check out 1:05 and 1:58 in the video.]

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

[Filtered to anyone who is not trying to attack the town]

[Jilly's voice is serious and to the point as she flips the journal open] For people in the castle, I know the Doctors and the church will have places to offer if you need a place to go, but if you're in town, Caritas is open. I'm going to talk to the mayor and see about passing a message to as many townspeople as possible, though. They have fewer options than we do and we can't just leave them. [they don't come back].

Obviously, we need as much room as possible here...but help would be good. And extra supplies. Lorne would probably appreciate it if we didn't completely wipe out his bar.

( Willow )

[for a long while, she tries to leave it at that. She really does. But even though she has complete faith in Willow, she doesn't know how long a sanctuary spell would take...or if they would even be able to manage it, with Abel terrorizing the town. And she wants to believe the heroes can stop this…but it had been days, with every death adding blood to Abel’s hands. It might be the castle, but she knew he’d take the blame for each and every one.

There’s a terrible idea forming in her head. One that she really wishes would go away. She wants nothing more than to go with Bruce’s idea of ignoring Legato forever. But she promised she would help defend the town...and right now? She's running out of options.

She’s sounding more than a little strained when she makes her next filter]

( Bruce )

( Legato, added later )

[That done, she has a promise to keep. She's moving quickly, heading for the police station, but she can be stopped at any point on her way to or from speaking with the mayor and the sheriff.]

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

[there's a rustling sound as the journal opens to a soft yawn, followed by a sleepy mumble] She shoulda bought another shoe.

[a small laugh] Maybe. She liked those shoes, though.

[a pause] Is the prince really gonna find her?

Yep. He looked alll over until he could find her again. Even when the magic was gone, he didn't stop looking.

Good. [another yawn] Mama?

Mmm?

Would a prince come looking for me?

[a long pause as Jilly steadies her voice, reaching to brush Annie's hair out of her face and kiss her forehead] Of course, sweetie. And you'd live happily ever after once they found you.

[there's more quiet mumbling, too soft for the journal to pick up, as the girl falls asleep, curled beside her mother.]

[it's a few hours later, after midnight has come and gone, that Jilly can be found in the lobby with a book of fairy tales in her hands. She's not really reading it, though, or paying much attention to who's around her. Just thinking]

[ooc: backdated to about right around midnight]

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

( Heroes and/or anyone looking to stop Legato )

[OOC: Responses will be slow, as I have to go to play practice, but I wanted to get this up before it was too late in the day. I'll tag back asap]

tehoniongirl.livejournal.com

Who: Jilly Coppercorn & Willow Rosenburg
What: Picking up the pieces
When: Late Monday Night
Where: Their room (1314)
Rating: PG

( I'm all out of faith; this is how I feel )

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Entries tagged with jilly coppercorn

I see 65 on the road ahead and it's all good

Long Time No See

Happy Diwali [open]

Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?

63 is time to stop

Just part of the job

62, 62... there you are!

61 shots later, here we are.

(no subject)

For every minute you remain angry, you give up 60 seconds of peace of mind.

an afternoon in the gallery

☵

I just listen to the wind. It said 59? Nail 'im.

They sound like a million colors

58? That's an awful big number for a birdcage this size.

57 academics just punched the air.

56? Now that's all I can think about.

55 years characterized by failure

I've only been doing this 54 years...

You're a Little Late; I'm already torn.

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