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cricketycricket.livejournal.com

Who: Peace Patrol Current Members & Interested Parties
What: Peace Patrol meeting!
When: Friday afternoon
Where: PPHQ, in the basement
Rating: ... IDK, depends on how mouthy people get? YMMV.

((OOC Note: I decided to do this meeting as a log, so that people can tag themselves in and have this count toward AC, and such. Use whatever writing format you're comfortable with ... there will be sections for specific discussion, just as in previous meetings. Tag where you like, and HAVE FUN!))

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gentleidealist

Who: Lloyd (

materialblade) and Colette (

apologeticangel).
What: Moving in! And a surprise :D
When: Backdated to November 9th.
Where: Their fab new ~~soon to be red~~ house on the outskirts of City Royale.
Rating: C for cute.

( -- it's that i can't dance a single step )

gentleidealist

[dictated]

[The journal picks up some ambient kitchen noises as well as some unidentified mumbling. At last, Lloyd clears his throat and speaks up.

He does not sound very enthusiastic.]

Everyone--

This is Lloyd. I'm really, really sorry for leaving the milk out this morning. I'm a horrible person for forgetting to put it back in the fridge. It won't happen again.

[He lets out a long-suffering sigh and shuts the journal.]

[ooc: Responses are assumed to be after he's done with Spike & Courage.]

gentleidealist

( [PACKAGES FOR : Phoebe and Haruhi] )

[dictated]

For the people who commissioned stuff from me, it should be waiting by outside your room in the castle. Maybe I should turn this into an actual business... I'm going to have to pay for a house somehow.

[Lloyd hums thoughtfully and leans back into his chair. The wood creaks... and then tips him backward onto the floor.]

... That could've gone better.

gentleidealist

[dictated]

You know what's better than leaf-diving, leaf-beds, and leaf wars?

Leaf forts.

Come see for yourself. It takes more than an hour to crawl through the tunnels me and Colette made!

[Crunch. Crunch crunch.]

Even longer if you forgot where you were going. Haha... oops.

[ooc: OPEN POOOOST. Journal or in person, I care not. Lloyd has decided to spend the last few days being a beaver or something and making tunnels through the leaves, reinforced with sticks and stuff... HE DOESN'T HALF-ASS THESE THINGS. Feel free to bump into him and Colette down there, or... try to destroy it, if you're a big meanie.]

gentleidealist

( [Colette] )

( [Goku] )

[dictated]

[Lloyd stifles a yawn.]

Would anyone be interested in custom-made furniture or anything like that? I can make smaller objects, like jewelry or keepsake boxes. My dad taught me how to make weapons and armor, but I'm nowhere near as good as he is. Plus, I have no idea where to find a forge...

Materials aren't really an issue, so let me know if you have any ideas.

gentleidealist

[dictated]

Whoa... what happened to my room?

[Anyone who enters room 518 will find themselves in the middle of a field at night, stars scattered all around, galaxies and constellations forming a breathtaking, one-of-a-kind view. As one would expect of Lloyd Irving's headspace, it is mostly empty! However, there are three figures walking in the distance: a woman with brown hair, a tall man who looks suspiciously like Kratos Aurion, and a toddler sitting atop the man's shoulders. They always seem to stay out of hearing distance, but Lloyd chases after them for a while anyway.]

W-- wait! Stop!

[Just seeing that silhouette against the stars makes his heart lurch.]

Mom... Dad...

[ooc: Feel free to find Lloyd moping in his own headspace, or try to catch up with the family up there. Scattered in the grass are blacksmithing plans and crude drawings of mom, dad, a dwarf, and some kind of green dog. :|b]

gentleidealist

[dictated]

[Tap tap tap goes the pencil. There's a rustle of papers, and then a sigh.] I think I'm finally starting to settle in. Thanks to everyone who helped me out when I got here. I was pretty lost.

Uh, I was wondering if the castle ever knocks people out. I realized the other day that somehow I'd slept through a whole week or something. I missed a lot... Something chewed through all my shoes, too.

( [Allen] )

( [Colette] )

gentleidealist

[There's a chubby puppy in the castle today. He's the color of dark chocolate, floppy-eared, with a cowlick of fur on the top of his head. He also has no collar.

However, rather than behaving himself, he's getting into the kitchen cupboards he can nose into-- ripping apart boxes, eating cake mix, gnawing on wooden pan handles. Then he topples a stack of cookie sheets in his curiosity. With a bang-clang-clang, he yelps and skitters to the other side of the kitchen, paws slipping and sliding on the smooth floor until he smacks into more cupboards.]

[ooc: Loss start! Feel free to backtag to your heart's content, since I'm kinda busy too.]

save-the-souls.livejournal.com

Who: Anyone attending the Funeral
What: The Funeral for the people killed by Riful
When: Sunday, July 31st
Where: City Royale Farmlands
Rating: Depressing.

( I Once Was Lost... )

[OOC: ~~Please wait for sections.~~ Go for it! If you wish to put your character into a tag, please feel free as you tag into the post. Burning of the bodies and after the funeral will go up in a few hours. And anyone wondering the format, based on what was voted on it will be in third person :) SO LIKE THE POST ITSELF]

gentleidealist

[dictated]

[The journal falls open and picks up the soft sounds of a teenage boy's slumber. After a minute, it's interrupted by an wet snort.] Ugh... go away.

[Shifting. It sounds like someone tossing around on straw.] Noishe, I'm trying to sleep here. [His fingers curl into rough fur. He grumbles and tries to shove the disturbance away, but it's far heavier than he anticipated.

He opens his eyes.]

Wha— ... you're not Noishe. And this isn't my house.

[followed by, louder--]

Where are your eyes?!

[ooc: Lloyd is waking up in the stables with his baby. Hope this is okay! ♥

Also I am going to sleep now. Tags when I wake up.]

payback.livejournal.com

[OUTPOST OPENING... AW YEAR...

it's a typically gorgeous Paradisan day, out at the border too! teleport pads and circles set up, people are flowing out into the space cleared around the powered-side outpost. there's a gentle breeze blowing, the lake is shining under the sun, and the air smells of barbecue. HOW IDEAL

I think these should do us for now.

POWERED OUTPOST | FOOD | DEAD ZONE OUTPOST | LAKE SHORE]

simpledoes.livejournal.com

[it's a little late for him to be awake, but, well, he has a sort-of project now! And that means pulling all-nighters because he CAN. He has his journal open mostly for convenience, and occasionally doodles will show up along one corner of the page. Nothing specific, just stuff that passes through his mind whenever he stops to think. A dog with abnormally big ears seems to be a favorite--

-- until the line stops abruptly, and he makes an annoyed sound.]

Man, it's so dark in here, I can't even--

[and there's the characteristic click-click! of a lamp switching on. It doesn't occur to him that it's the lamp he swiped from that weird room earlier, or that he hasn't really touched it since then.

But it seems like he's remembering it quick enough, because he suddenly SHOUTS, and there's a clatter as he shoves back from... well, where his desk used to be.]

Wh-Whoa! What the--?!

simpledoes.livejournal.com

[Afternoon, Paradisa! The journal is falling open rather abruptly today, when it hits a certain new resident in the head.

He's had a complicated first few minutes.]

-- Ow! What--.... Jeez, stupid book.

[there's a pause while he scoops it up from the floor. cue the flipflipflip of pages; he doesn't seem to realize the words are being transcribed. Or, you know, that the book has his name on it.]

Man, there's a ton of stuff in here. Hurt a lot, too, sheesh. Whoever left it here seriously needs to keep a better eye on their stuff.

simpledoes.livejournal.com

( [Friends] )

[Lloyd's on the roof tonight! He's on the roof a lot of nights, but this one just happened to be an especially good one for stargazing, so he's lingering a bit longer than normal.

He's not in a particularly broody mood -- just hanging out until he gets sick of the cold. Feel free to pester.]

((Open! And if you have any tiny inkling that you might be on that filter, you are. Trust me.))

simpledoes.livejournal.com

I never really figured being stuck here for a year would feel all that different from normal. Kind of like a birthday, you know? But it's still kind of weird, even without the castle trying to pull something.

-- Well, okay, I guess this whole week has been pretty weird, but still. Talking doesn't really seem like that big a deal.

( [Delysia/Room Filter] )

misslafosse.livejournal.com

[Mmm, in the middle of the night, Delysia gets up craving a nice cold glass of water. In her sleepy state, she walks toward where her desk normally is, wishing for a chilled glass. Not only does she find herself in the bathroom, there is also no glass in her hand. That's odd. Usually the ghosts are rather prompt!

No matter. She'll just fill a small cup in the faucet, take her drink, and then wander back toward the bed.

Obviously Jun is fast asleep, and she'll do her best not to wake her. She will, however, crawl into bed very carefully, and wrap her arms around the sleeping form, cuddling close.

...

Her eyes pop open. That... is not Jun. She quickly pulls herself out from the bed and shrieks loudly, ripping the covers off the bed. The journal captures that shriek and her high-pitched shrilling.]

GET OUT OF MY BED!

simpledoes.livejournal.com

[something has bumped the journal, apparently, because it seems to have opened on the tail-end of a conversation. Right before a certain trifecta decides it would be a brilliant idea to start belting out some pirate songs for everyone's enjoyment.]

We're a band of vicious pirates!
A sailin´ out to sea.
When you hear our gentle singing...
You'll be sure to turn and flee!

We're a club of tuneful rovers!
We can sing in every clef!
We can even hit the high notes!
It's just too bad we're tone deaf!

A pirate I was meant to be! Trim the sails and roam the sea!

( cut for length~ )

((Lloyd Genis Colette. Black is all of them together. You can fully expect them to rhyme at you obnoxiously until you trip them up. BACKDATED BECAUSE LIFE THREW ME A CURVEBALL, DON'T JUDGE.))

simpledoes.livejournal.com

[Lloyd is feeling particularly artsy and lazy today. Which means he'll just draw on the journal, sup.

There are a number of rough sketches showing up on this page. They look like designs for something, but it's hard to say what since he seems to change his mind and start a new one every couple minutes. They start out as fairly intricate geometric patterns before he moves on to different themes -- at least a couple of them involve trees and stars, naturally. They're all very good, if incomplete.

There are other things scribbled in the margins, too, where he got distracted. Smaller designs for jewelry, pictures of Iota and some of his friends' pets, random things from outside his window, you name it.

If you ever wondered what Lloyd's stream of consciousness is like, this is it.]

... Man, I seriously can't make up my mind.

simpledoes.livejournal.com

[Hey, castle, there's a boy in red rummaging through your kitchen trying to figure out what it is he does and does not like to eat. His journal is open on the counter next to him.]

So, this is what we're supposed to do, right? [He clears his throat.] My name's Lloyd Irving. If somebody's found something of mine, I'm--.... Well, I'm in the kitchen right now, I guess, but my room's 1109, if you want me to meet you there.

Also, I found something for Luke-- [he needs a second to figure out the pronunciation] Luke fon Fabre?

[A pause, and a clatter of dishes in the background.]

-- Hey, is spaghetti any good? I can't remember if I've had it before or not.

[At the very least, someone's about to discover he doesn't like tomatoes.]

((Open or journal, whichever strikes your fancy! His list is here if anybody else wants to find something.))

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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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five ► say my name

four ► may there always be angels

three ► oh my beautiful friend

two ► bring along your tricks and trade

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