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no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

[Mat had been quiet. At one point in time, Rand and Perrin might have rolled their eyes at the possibility...but with everything that had happened back home and everything he'd seen here? Sometimes the quiet was a nice change. He'd packed his things and gone into town and just laid low. No obligations. No responsibilities. No nothing.

...But today, he makes his way back to the castle. He's realizing there are people here he wants to check up on (whether he wants to admit it or not). In the stables, brushing Bela down, he'll flip open the journal and rest it on a nearby crate while he dictates]

Ever get the feeling that, even when you can't see them, someone's pulling your strings?

I hate that.

( Ino )

( Yosuke )

( Maya )

[ooc: Mat's final post. Sorry to his CR for this being so late. ;;]

ontheclockpro.livejournal.com

[Reno is chilling in the Nines on a comfy leather chair, seeming very happy about something. How he got to the Nines when he had no idea it existed? Who knows and it's not really important. What's more important is the fact there seems to be some music starting up...]

♪ Sometimes...

Oh~ ♪

♪ Something beautiful happens
in this world ♪

Stinson~ ♪

You don't know how to express yourself so ♪

And Paradisa! ♪

You just gotta sing! ♪

[OOC: Blue is Barney, Black is Reno B) Song continues in comments ]

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

[Mat's been in town all day, but he's made his way back to the lobby after a rather successful day of gambling. He's in a pretty good mood, so he's softly singing an old drinking song under his breath as he heads for one of the couches, intending to count out his winnings before heading upstairs.]

My love is gone, carried away by the wind that shakes the willow~

[Meanwhile, a very scared Prickles the Hedgehog has been making its way invisibly around the castle. Now, settled on one of the couch cushions, it has just begun to calm its prickly little heart. As it calmed, its form began to appear, translucent against the couch. It is a matter of epic bad (or possibly good) luck that Prickles relaxes enough to become visible just as Mat is dropping down to sit on the cushion.]

and all the land is shaken hard by the GAH!

[there's a shout as Mat throws himself aside just in time, landing with a thud on the floor as the distraught hedgehog darts along the length of the couch. There's a bit of angry chittering and, just like that, the animal disappears once more, leaving the gambler to stare in shock]

What?! Blood and-

What in the Light was that?!

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

[The castle's spell had lifted days ago, releasing residents back into wakefulness. Mat, however, had missed the memo. Somehow, in spite of hunger or the terrible pains that were inevitable after laying in one place after so long, he'd managed to keep on sleeping through it all.

Now the castle's taken matters into it's own hands as the normally soundproof walls have become decidedly less so, and a very rhythmic, very LOUD banging can be heard coming from next door. This is not the kind of wake up Mat had in mind.

One eye blinking open he glares at the wall, instantly scowling] Oh, blood and ashes. Not AGAIN.

[reaching next to his bed, he'll pick up the pitcher from the wash basin and chuck it at the offending wall so it hits with a loud CRASH. Never mind the mess. The ghosts will clean it up later]

All the rooms in the bleeding castle and they have to go and use the one next to-

[....eyes falling on the journal, he'll trail off as he sees the huge number of unfamiliar entries]

What in the Light?!

....What day is it?

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

[after a very frustrating encounter with Ino, Mat's...well... not sure what to think. Because he can't really complain about women throwing themselves at him, but he remembers Christmas, and that didn't always end well. Then there's the fact that, after a week of being Eris'd, he's probably in enough trouble already.]

[eventually, he wanders into the lobby and drops down onto a couch, rolling dice lazily on one of the end tables.]

Why do women have to be so, bloody complicated?

[OOC: Backdated to a point where it wasn't stupid-o-clock and open for V-day shennanigans or normal CR. Sorry if tags are slow. I'm writing a paper at the same time. ;;]

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

[Mat's overtures towards girls in the castle have been complete and utter failures. Frustrated (in more ways than one), he's taken refuge in town for the week, carousing there without too much more injury than an occasional -and usually well deserved- slap.

But as the end of the week rolls around...it's not enough. He can't accept that he has to give up...and he's got a plan to at least see what he wants to see...even if he won't make it much further.

So, hunting down his journal for the first time in days, he'll be writing a filter into the journals. No spoken words. He doesn't want to give himself away]

( Girls only )

[and, with that, he'll settle back to try and enjoy the show]

[ooc: Mat's last day of being Eris'd. Forward dated to tonight. ~~Please wait for sections to go up.~~ Go for it. I'll tag with Mat being a fail-spy later, once people have had a chance to mingle. Open to all. ~~Except you guys. GTFO~~]

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

[Mat's been restless all day. Too restless to stick to his room. Which is why, now, he can be found in the Deathmatch, a pint of ale at his elbow as he juggles.]

That poker game... that's what we need more of around here. A bit of bloody fun. [the view around the table certainly hadn't hurt things, either]

And I still haven't found a place where I can find a pretty girl and a bit of a dance. We've got all the pretty girls... and no dance. Now where's the fairness in that?

[ooc: Mat's been influenced by Eris's plot. If you're a guy, you probably won't notice a difference.... my apologies to the ladies. ;;]

icarustattoo.livejournal.com

[Dressed in a karate gi (replete with red belt), Brock is in the gym, leaning against a wall and waiting. And also smoking, because Paradisa was great in the way that there seemed to be a complete lack of "No Smoking" signs, and clearly the gym was an excellent place to do this.

He's waiting for a certain student of his to show up, and sort of idly glancing at his watch, wondering when he should just give up and leave.

Well.

Five more minutes. Sure.

He needed to finish his cigarette, anyway.]

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

[Mat liked the stables. Or, more specifically, he liked the horses. There weren't any tracks to bet at or farmers to deal with, but there was something good about being around the stoic animals. Something that felt like home... not that he'd ever admit it to anyone, himself included.

With the rumors of a unicorn being housed there now, as well, Mat had to go check it out. After all, how many chances did you get to see how horses and unicorns compare? Only once he gets there, there's something else that steals his attention.

Oh, sure... there's a unicorn. Gorgeous and white and letting off rainbows and butterflies... but it's the shaggy brown mare in the stall next to it that has him staring. The very familiar, shaggy brown mare that definitely hadn't been there the last time he visited]

Bela?

Blood and-

How long have you been here, girl?

[he'll be in the stables for quite some time, now that he's discovered his Christmas gift from the castle. Open over the journals and in person for others wanting to check out the unicorn]

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

Science and magic. This whole place is full of things that are out of child's stories. It's like seeing the bloody Age of Legends come to life. But it's all... normal. Buildable even without the bloody Power, which should be impossible.

If anyone can do this... I want to know how it works.

[Ever since Yosuke showed him the computer, Mat's been dying to get a closer look at it. He's played a few games on it since then, slowly getting better with managing the keyboard and mouse (though he still messed up more times than succeeded)... but there was something else he'd been wanting to do for awhile.

Which is why, tonight, he can be found in the library with a handful of antiquated looking tools... about to pull a computer apart in an attempt to see how it works. Unfortunately, not having electricity in his world means that he didn't think to unplug the machine first.

Feel free to stop him before he electrocutes himself or sets the library on fire...]

[open for planned and unplanned kisses or just telling him he's an idiot.]

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

[Thanks to Tamaki's lovely loss, Mat's had a change of heart about... well... a lot of things.

Dressed in the nicest clothes he could find in his closet (which may or may not be identical replicas of Tamaki's victorian-wear), he's in town, staring longingly into the windows of the various shops.

Tamaki would buy gifts for all the princesses of the castle, just to make them happy. And he knew that buying gifts for the girls he knew would make Tamaki proud. But he didn't have the money for that.

He could gamble... but that thought just led to embarrassment. What would Tamaki say if he knew he'd been making his money through such common means?

There was nothing for it. He had to find a way to earn the money in a more respectable way. He needed to learn how to live like a noble]

( To the girls he knows )

( Rich People )

[....he was going to kill Tamaki when this was over]

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

( Maya )

( Egwene )

( Tamaki )

[all in all, Mat's starting to settle back into a better mood. Sure, he spent a week being nagged by a bunch of girls and yes, it turned out his reasons for going on the expedition were pointless...but at least he's back and everyone's relatively safe.

When Egwene doesn't answer her filter though (not even to nag him), he has to go looking for her. He almost suspects it... this will be the third time one of "his" girls has gone quiet and it's always the same. But it doesn't make the sight of the empty nameplate any easier to take.]

[over the journals, there's a loud banging sound, followed by a violent bout of cursing]

-white livered son of a goat! I hope someone burns this bloody place down to the light-forsaken ground! Light take you! Light take every bloody piece of you!

[another banging sound... and he goes silent. Anyone wandering through the 14th floor hallway can find him slumped against the wall by an empty room, holding one bloody hand from punching the door.]

oftheforsaken.livejournal.com

[It appears that our adventurous group has made quite some progress as they make their way deeper and deeper into the Dead Zone. It's a good thing that Kat is a no-nonsense lady and is planning ahead for our group to continue to make good time! Maybe our destination will be within our reach sooner rather than later!

Do your feet hurt yet? Are you sick of walking? Are we there yet? These questions may not do anything to satiate your curiosities of what is to come, but since we've already made some good headway here, it's on to the second night of setting up camp.

Have you gotten acquainted with your fellow travelers yet? Think this trip will be a success? You know, this is a first-timer for a lot of people...

Let's check in on the group, shall we?]

_{(ooc. for the Mineas Well Expedition, posted as per request from Kraks! SECTIONS UP. GO GO GO!

extra credit: tag someone you've yet to speak with! make some friends!)}

inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com

[Kat finally makes the call to break for camp, finding a healthy patch of flat ground and wanting to keep in mind these weren't the tireless Spartans she was used to dealing with.]

[Given the effects of the Dead Zone, she wasn't the tireless Spartan she was used to dealing with. The distance hadn't been enough to tire her, but she certainly felt effected by it moreso than what she was used to.]

[She hid her frustrations by what she was familiar with; working with people again, towards the same goal, definitely helped take the edge off from the fact that she wasn't as strong, wasn't as keen, and had one arm she could do anything with, such as pressing her fingers against her lips and giving a shrill whistle to catch everyone's attention.]

I need volunteers for fire detail, food detail, and necessary detail ... and I know you know what that means.

Trackers, see me, now.

The rest of you; set your beds, help each other out.

[[ooc: PLOT SCHEDULE IS HERE ~~One moment while I set up dem sections ...~~ OK GO!]]

inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com

[It's hardly even the crack of dawn in the lobby. Kat's already dressed and ready, warmed up from a five mile jog. She's out of armor, wearing military drab that's weather appropriate, the top layer a blue jacket with Kat S-320 on the front and a stylized eagle taking up the back. At 6'9" and heavily muscled and with a robotic arm, she's rather hard to miss. She's leaning against a couch and dictating in that clipped, professional, accented tone;]

Filtered to those on the Expedition

Rise and shine, it's go time. We meet in the lobby. I hope to be under way within the hour. [Tight, she realizes this. She's testing them, curious to see who snaps to and who lags, although she doesn't intend on leaving anyone behind.]

[She writes in a list, compiled by Yamanaka Ino with notes added by herself (Kat's notes in blue);]

( Suggested Items )

Filtered to York, Yuki, Kara, Lois ... basically anyone not on the trip that she promised she'd keep updated

Preparing to head out. I'll give you a SITREP when we arrive at the border.

[[ooc: PLOT SCHEDULE IS HERE ~~Just a moment while I get sections up ...~~ Okay, GO! Post/threadjack/mingle/have fun. I have work now so I'll be backtagging for Kat later (and hopefully a little bit before I go), but expect her to me checking in with everyone/answering questions/etc. :3 Also, once things get settled and established, there'll be a section going up with her SITREP for the people left behind.

Also ETA: here's her 'Let's Get This Party Started' post, if anyone still wants to join!]]

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

[Thanks to Yosuke, Mat's been spending a bit more time in the game room than is probably healthy. At first, he just really wanted to get more familiar with these strange machines. There was a kind of taboo thrill of messing with something that should have been magic, but wasn't.

Only, the more he plays, the more hooked he is.

Tonight, he can be found at one of the computers, hunched close to the screen as he plays Call to Arms. He's still pretty horrible at it, but he was just starting to feel a bit more confident when he's shot down, his character dying in spectacular (and bloody) display.

Frustrated, he shoves back from the screen] There wasn't even anyone--!!! Blood and ashes...this is impossible...

[ooc: I am packing/costuming so tags may be slow. Open over the journal and in person]

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

( Private )

[There's some silence after he finishes his list, frowning over what he wrote before dictating to the journal]

Those... magic rooms. The ones that aren't around all the time. What happens to them when the castle does it's whole bloody, make-our-lives-miserable act?

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

( Egwene )

( Faye )

Shadow take aliens. Monsters are a bloody nightmare, but at least I can cut the bloody head off...or... pour whatever that bloody powder was on them. Either way.

But you women are out of your bloody minds.

[and, that said, Mat's going to be sulking in the Death Match, nursing a glass of ale and feeling distinctly wary of the opposite gender]

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

( B3 Room Filter )

[Having spent a rather productive morning ditching class, Mat can now be found out behind the science building with a cup of dice, systematically winning money from Freshmen.]

[to the journal, in between games] A dance, huh? About time we had one of those. This place needs a bit of bloody fun.

no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com

[This week? This week had been a bloody nightmare.

Nearly torched by an angry girl, kicked out of two of his favorite bars, more accidents and dumb mishaps than the time he'd convinced Rand and Perrin to tap into Master Al'Vere's wine barrels, and nearly killing a girl he was trying to impress.

He's given up on trying to make sense of it. He's not looking to gamble now. Or juggle. He just wants a drink. Which is why he can be found in the Death Match for most of the afternoon, a mug of ale at his elbow. He's not really drinking a lot... things are crazy enough when his thoughts are clear... but he's not straying far from the alcohol, either.

He's just hoping that, whatever's going on, it's over soon.]

[dictated irritably into his journal]

Anyone else noticing this place got decidedly less fun? Or is it just playing bloody favorites?

[ooc: I'm taking a friend out for her b-day, so tags will be delayed until I get back, but I wanted to get this up.]

About the Archive

"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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Entries tagged with mat cauthon

26 Rolls of the Die

VIII

25 times a winner

24 Dice

23 Dice

22 Decks of Cards

21 takes all in Blackjack

015. Boogie With Stu

Natural 20 Trumps All

19 Cards in a Hand

18 Rolls of the Dice

17 Cards

Mineas Well Expedition; CAMP/GROUP POST

𝛃 - 007

𝛃 - 006

16 Dice

In Cribbage, cards equaling 15 are worth two points.

Fourteen Bets

King of Clubs

Queen of Hearts

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