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videres.livejournal.com

[ BACKDATED TO PARIS. YEAH.]

Are you ready yet?

[ Morgana sits in the couch, watching the door he had vanished into earlier with a amused grin on her face. She forgets it took her over two and a half hours to find her way here. Despite how used to modern technology she has become it still unnerves her at the best of times. She avoids cards, buses and other such things unless absolutely necessary. Which only makes her life worse. ]

The day will escape us if we wait any longer.

videres.livejournal.com

[ She knows this time of year, she knows what it brings, so naturally she plans to spend most of it in her room away from anyone likely to be affected by this years cursed harbingers of eternal embarrassment. But it doesn't last, eventually the Lady Morgana of Camelot becomes restless and decides to brave the halls of the castle in a effort to dispel the itch in her feet.

So she wanders the halls a bit until she reaches the lobby, pulling the journal from her dress and flicking through the pages. ]

So, this years it is fairies? The castle is surely becoming more creative as the years go by.

[ A sigh, coated with some faint amusement. ]

I imagine they are as indestructible as the doves. Such a shame.

(ooc; open for normal shenanigans and your scheduled kissing cheer, planned and unplanned. ALL THE EMBARRASSMENT. tags may be slow/delayed as i'm going to see my sisters for a day or two.)

excalibured.livejournal.com

This had better be wonderful, Morgana, because this is the last thing I would like to be doing.

[He's lounging on Morgana's bed, waiting for her to finish getting ready, idly picking at the loose threads on her bedspread and occasionally batting her kitten's paws with his index finger] It was the worst date of birth I'd ever had, it has beaten the year I was in a coma.

[So the fact that you're making him celebrate it belatedly is something he is severely unimpressed with. Seriously, you better be wowing him, best gift, best food, best conversation or your Christmas gifts are going to be coal :|]

eternityalone

Who: Katherine and Morgana, Lilah, and Tess.
Where: Locations in the City. Katherine is getting a feel for the area.
When: Saturday afternoon.

For the most part Katherine was very good at keeping her presence a secret. She spent countless years hiding from people who would have been interested in finding her, either for their own personal needs or to kill her. The drawback to the castle was that it seemed everyone knew too much about everyone else. It didn't bode well for Katherine and when Alaric just vanished, she assumed that things would just get more complicated for her. Not having a roommate who was easy to compel meant she had to make other arrangements for her needs.

Plus, Stefan seemed to think he could sort out whatever nefarious plan she was in the midst of. It was really irritating that he automatically assumed she was up to something when she had only started to get her feet wet with the city and its surroundings. She'd sort something out eventually, but for now she was just relieved to be in a place where Klaus couldn't find her.

The city was nice. It reminded her of a simpler time, but it also reminded her of the fact that she is very glad to have survived through all of this to enjoy the things that the current time has to offer her.

For the moment, Katherine was just wandering the city, stopping in the various stores and trying to see what exactly was of any interest, if any, to her and what she could do with it.

gwaine.livejournal.com

[Backdated to sometime during Diwali]

( Lady Morgana )

videres.livejournal.com

Who: Morgana & Arthur Pendragon.
What: Bonding, mutual hiding from problems, ridiculous amounts adorableness for two adults.
When: Around October 12th. Epic backdating.
Where: Morgana's room.
Rating: PG-13.

( born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow )

videres.livejournal.com

( house filter?! )

[ Backdated to the 4th.

She returns to the house with a bag of groceries, a sort of thanks for letting her stay that first night (even though she knows no thanks are necessary), picking a few leaves from her hair. It's a hard life having such fabulous and long hair, all sorts of things can get stuck in it, especially leaves when the sky decides it is going to replace the water in its clouds for leaves... or something to that effect. ]

Arthur? [ She puts the bag down once she rids herself of leaves, glancing around the room. Odd, she should've been greeted by a string of "you didn't need to do that" or complaints that she dragged leaves into the house. ]

videres.livejournal.com

( damon salvatore )

( jr. )

[ Tap, tap, tap goes nails against the journal, the lady nearly lost in her thoughts. ] I am almost beginning to miss the mundane drawl of court life--but I know I would regret my words should I ever be returned to it.

videres.livejournal.com

( private )

[ --the journal opens to a gust of wind, something (or a good number of things) shattering loudly and a rather undignified shriek from someone familiar. Okay so she may not be as good as she thought, but everyone makes mistakes right? ]

Dammit. [ Shards of glass and mirror are scattered around her, the sword is now wedged in the floor. She glances around both startled and annoyed, unaware of the journal being opened. ]

(ooc; open like an open thing. over the journals or anyone loitering around on the second floor. all her windows, mirrors and other glass objects have shattered. tis quite the mess.)

videres.livejournal.com

( arthur pendragon )

( sylvanas windrunner )

( jr. )

[ She taps her pen against the journal in thought. This goes on for sometime until she finally speaks, discarding the original idea of asking the question anonymously. ]

Say you knew your own future and in this future you become someone completely opposite to who you are now. Would you fight it? Or submit and allow it come to pass?

variare.livejournal.com

( House Filter )

videres.livejournal.com

[ BACKDATED TO THE 27TH. ]

( lana luthor )

save-the-souls.livejournal.com

( Therapy Loss Filter )

onlyanapple.livejournal.com

[Filtered within the happy therapy building of love and various other emotions]

[Crowley's got bored, guys. You shouldn't of let that happen, because a bored Crowley makes his own entertainment. While you guys have been whining or even breaking and actually sharing crap with the jokes that call themselves therapists, a certain demon has got his hands on files. What files you might ask? YOUR FILES.

He's currently flipping through them, enjoying all the deliciousness within. And now? Now he's going to share. Because that's what everyone wants right? SHARING]

Wow, Morgana, I didn't know you had an evil half-sister. [Low whistle] Bloody hell, you and Arthur could have a whole soap opera with what goes on in your world. Lost relatives, attempted poisonings, daddy issues up the wazoo, and I thought I was bad, there.

I do love the part where you kick Arthur's ass in a duel, though.

[Flip flip]

Speaking of which, seriously, Arthur. This thing reads like a history of how not to bring your child up, from conception onwards. It explain a lot about you, really. I never thought you had it in you to decide to top the old man, though. Good for you for growing a pair.

[He'll just be chilling in his corner, READING ALL YOUR SECRETS]

No wonder the castle sent us to this therapy business.

[[ooc: For the therapy loss, feel free to grab files, but start a new thread each time you read a new one!]]

variare.livejournal.com

( Private )

( Therapy Room — OPEN — NOT RECORDED )

[ FILTERED FROM: First-Gens & Allies — Riful & Allies ]

Just in case anyone was wondering, a bunch of us got caught up in castle shenanigans. I don't know where the hell we are, but it's a small room with access to a bathroom and nothing else. We can see mountains out the windows, but that's not exactly helpful.

We're allowed to leave the room when we want to go to bed and shit, but...it's not much more helpful. It's really fancy here, like a resort? But we can't leave it at all, and we're all forced back into that stupid room when the day starts over again.

Aside from me, there's Allen, Arthur, Lavi, Morgana, Crowley, Teresa, Colette... [ a small pause because he doesn't know the rest well...or he HATES them, so his voice turns more monotone ] ...Cross, Tyki, Faye, Miria, Quorra, Courage, and Marian.

[ NO HE IS NOT SAYING PUBLICLY WHY THEY ARE TRAPPED IN HERE. it's too embarrassing ]

Who knows how the hell long this will last, but obviously we're out of commission until we can find a way out. We're all safe, but the door won't open, and our powers and weapons are all gone. I guess we're lucky we at least found our journals. At least some of us did. And so far no one's killed each other.

With everything going on, it's been hard to keep track of the journal so...if I've missed anything important, fill me in. I'll check back later.

[ ooc; The therapy filter is open to anyone stuck in that room, therapists and patients alike! It's not an official therapy post, but threadjack to your heart's content anyway. It's a small space, so escaping one another is nigh impossible. Just make sure you establish if it's a journal thread or therapy room thread in the subject line. YOU CAN THREADJACK BOTH. ♥
This is also going to be the post where Isabela shows up. :3 STAY TUNED.

IF YOU WANT TO SAY YOUR CHARACTER WAS PART OF THE POKER GAME, GO FOR IT. Allen's a cheater. Or just have your character watch/comment on it, it doesn't matter. This is just a starting point. SECTIONS ARE UP.

Journal Comments
Therapy Room ]

apologeticangel.livejournal.com

[this report is recorded in loopy handwriting]

This is the second session, conducted by Dr. Courage Pink-Bagge, Dr. Colette Brunel, Dr. Marian Fitzwalter of Knighton and Dr. Quorr. We have also been joined by Dr. Lance Sweets, who has added incredibly insight to the members of this family.

The first session was helpful in some ways, but most members are still very defensive. With any luck, we will be able to continue to gain their trust and help them talk to each other. Today we will approach them with various exercises to accomplish team building, and expressing their emotions through other mediums.

Patients are still as follows: Allen Walker, Cross Marian, Tyki Mikk, Anthony Crowley, Faye Valentine, Arthur Pendragon, Morgana, Gaignun Kukai Jr., Miria, Teresa and Lavi.

[ooc: putting up the sectionssssssss]

loveablecoward.livejournal.com

[Recording begins.]

First session. Dr. Courage Pink-Bagge speaking. Also in attendance Dr. Colette Brunel, Dr. Marian Fitzwalter of Knighton and Dr. Quorra. Family in need of counseling. Patient names: Allen Walker, Cross Marian, Tyki Mikk, Anthony Crowley, Faye Valentine, Arthur Pendragon, Morgana, Gaignun Kukai Jr., Miria, Teresa and Lavi. Admitted to Happy Sunshine Acres due to court order. Charged with disorderly conduct. Most show aggressive behaviors. Self-destructive tendencies evident. Some complaints of deviant sexual lifestyles. Difficulty communicating. Bringing in patients now.

((ooc: ~~wait until sections go up please!~~ done! If I missed any tags, add them in.))

videres.livejournal.com

( private )

( sylvanas )

videres.livejournal.com

( arthur )

I truly cannot imagine why someone would wish to aboard such vessels for extended periods of time. It could be worse, I know, and there is little on this vessel to complain about... even so I miss the feeling of earth beneath my feet.

[ she wanders the deck in hopes that the fresh air will dull the throbbing headache she woke up with, that is what happens when your powers are lessened considerably and you have yourself a nasty prophetic dream--blurry images you cannot make out for the life of you and a headache the size of the very boat you are standing on.

it is not pleasant the say the least, however she manages. she is a woman of pride and extreme stubbornness. so by all means, bother her as she wanders about, the company is always welcomed. ]

videres.livejournal.com

( private )

[ it is as she stares at her window, with every intention to shatter it (something to break, something to take her anger out on) she hears a voice and the sound of footsteps-- ]

Come, come! This way! We have to see Mother!

[ that voice... Morgana's eyes go wide and she turns her attention to the door, surely it could not be. ]

You're so slow, stop dragging your feet Uncle!

[ she sits frozen as the sounds grow closer until finally the door opens. golden eyes, brown hair, a pretty little dress and that smile, by god that beautiful smile. ]

Mother!

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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the eighty-fifth; ⌠everything that is hard to attain is easily assailed by the generality of men⌡

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Do not pass go, do not collect £200

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