[identity profile] thatsnotnancy.livejournal.com
Zelman )


Rin )


Vriska )


Peter )


[Dictated]

So. Who's planning anything fun for the rest of us homebodies this coming week?


[For anyone else that wants to catch Nancy in one of her rare public appearances these days, she'll be sitting at a little table outside of the Lux nursing a glass of Coca-Cola and reading her journal. She looks incredibly bored, which is always an invitation for anyone to pass by and say hello.]
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[Nancy opens her journal and clears her throat.]

Let's all get back on the same fuckin' page, shall we? Since we don't know how long this is going to last, I figured hell, why not start up some lessons?

[a pause, and she speaks very slowly, enunciating every word]

I'm       Nancy.       You       come       to       GAME       ROOM.       I       teach       you       speak       English.

Because English is the only version the castle would give me anyway.


[And anyone that walks into the game room will notice Nancy is there with a rather large screen set up to play the following video on repeat...]

OOC cut for video )
[identity profile] 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.]
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[Nancy's out wandering about in the city and making her way back toward the castle. It's evening, the sun is setting, and things are a lot more quiet now that shit's over with and she can venture into town without being annoyed by random battles or vampires or whatever the hell was going on.

She's been enjoying her alone time quiet a bit, swinging her purse idly as she walks and she seems to be in a good for once.

It's such a shame it won't last.]



(ooc: LOSS START, COME AT HER. Let me know if magic is a-okay to use on your characters, because things might get interesting.)
[identity profile] thatsnotnancy.livejournal.com
We should hold some kind of baby pageant. Not your typical big hair big dress Jonbenet Ramsey type pageant. More like, who has the weirdest kid or something, with a special award to the worst parents.

Just a thought for next year, I guess. That way people don't freak out if their kid has some special power or looks fuckin' ugly or, I'unno, starts walking on the ceiling like mine does--

[Dictated slightly away from the journal]

No. How many fucking times, May? You spray that shit at me again and you can forget that ice cream daddy promised you. Jesus Christ.
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[Nancy is a woman on a mission.

She's hungry, simply put, and making her way down toward the kitchen, journal in hand.]


You know what this place needs?

A fucking In-N-Out.

If you don't know what that is, you have not truly lived, and I kind of feel sorry for your ass. And now you're thinking, "Shit! What the fuck is missing from my miserable existence?" I will tell you.

In-N-Out is a fast food restaurant. And it's not like McDonald's or Burger King of whatever the hell other chains there's a shitton of. Those places don't even hold a candle. They get their frozen french fries on truck every other day just like their patties, and they crank out processed food to feed to the masses because it's convenient and those people don't know any better. Even if the Chicken McNuggets are pretty good.

This fast food place makes all their food right there in front of those giant windows for everyone to see. They dice their potatoes right in front of you. That is how fresh they are.

And yeah, okay. I could easily wish up some right now. But that doesn't include the experience of waiting in a crowded place with fifty other hungry people waiting for their number to be called like it's the fucking SuperLotto, or like Bob Barker's gonna call you down because you're the next contestant. And it certainly doesn't include those paper hats the employees wear that they give you if you ask for one.

Fuck, I really miss that place--

[It's at this point that Nancy has made her way down to the kitchen, yanks open the refrigerator door, and an endless sea of brightly colored eggs begins to pour out from within. The sound is loud, much like a waterfall of plastic, and they pool onto the floor and around her feet until she is knee deep in easter eggs.]

You have got to be kidding me.
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Fuck you, Paradisa. I don't know what shit I did to piss you off but that was a fucking cheap-shot.

Really. A mailbox? Couldn't be a little more creative? If I wanted shit shoved inside of me, I've got a boyfriend for that. You're real cute, Paradisa. Real fucking cute.

Whatever. I'm at least grateful I didn't burst into song. [scoffs] Most of your guys's taste in music is kind of shitty.

[There's some stretching...! And she just cracked her back a bit, giving a satisfied sigh.]

Ugh! I feel like I never want to sit still ever again.
[identity profile] thatsnotnancy.livejournal.com
[The journal opens and there's the sound of a tape dispenser being used.]

Found another photo of our friend the slender pedo. This one was in a photo album that belonged to the Hendersons, whoever the hell they are.

[She then tapes a photograph to the journal page for all to see, especially the children.]

ooc cut for image )

Look familiar? I want to know why this fucker only shows his face to kids, but seems pretty damn photogenic when someone gets out a camera.
[identity profile] thiefoflight.livejournal.com
[Normally, this side of journal would be relatively silent, but it appears as though it has opened itself...

by being dropped abruptly to the floor, the weight of the leather-bound covers making a distinct sound, pages creasing immediately.

And what is heard next isn't exactly pleasant, either.]


........what.

What. Hey. Vriska. Earth to Vriska, or whatever planet it is you're from.

[The troll's voice falters. It's much quieter than before. It's hesitant.] There's.... I....

[Nancy notices that uncharacteristic falter and looks around] There's what? I don't see a damn thing. You okay?

[There are one, two, three steps moving backward, but otherwise, Vriska doesn't make it too far before she stops. There's a more apparent tremble in her voice now.] Are you-- Are you serious? You can't just not-- You have to........

Whoa whoa, it's okay. Whatever it is, it's not there. You're probably on a loss or some shit. [There's slight concern in her tone now, but it's slight.] We can go somewhere else. Come on. Christ, just move already. I said let's go.

[Oh, but the troll remains. And her tone escalates into something more than just a start. There's fear behind her words, and its rising.] No. Shit! SH8T!

Stop it! Stop it! Just-- JUST ST8P IT!!!!!!!!


[There may have been a brief shriek, eyes widening as Vriska trembles, freezes up...

and is no more. No more flailing, no more noises. No more expletives, no more recorded fear.

There is nothing.]


What... what the shit. WHAT THE SHIT! WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT, VRISKA! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU.

No no NO NO FUCK THIS. FUCK this shit. WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE. [She's grabbing Vriska's journal now and bringing it up closely, shouting into it in a loud, wildly hysterical voice.]

IF ONE OF YOU GODDAMN RESIDENTS DID THIS I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU! NO ONE FUCKS WITH MY FRIENDS, DO YOU HEAR ME? GIVE HER BACK.

(ooc. oh dear | y en español... WHERE DID VRISKA GO? WHY IS NANCY SO ANGRY? HERE, HAVE SOME CRAZY PANICKING SHOUTING FROM TWO ONE CRAZY PANICKING GIRLS. ::::V)
[identity profile] thatsnotnancy.livejournal.com
[Backdated to earlier in the evening...

Nancy is currently seated in a little cafe whose name she couldn't be bothered to remember. She's sipping on tea, journal set in front of her.]


If anyone cares to join me, I'm in the city doing a little "shopping." Find me, and you win.



[For those in the city, Nancy will be walking all around, poking her head into the stores and taking advantage of her Five-Finger Discount. She's not particularly choosy of where she wanders or what wares are offered in these stores. Chances are if it catches her interest, she will take it.]


(ooc: OPEN! In person or via journal, anywhere, everywhere, however, whenever, I don't even care, just go for it.)
[identity profile] exanimatus.livejournal.com
La casa de Zelman filter;  )

[[ooc: mostly meant for Nancy, but anyone else in the mansion is welcome to see him and react. because that's kind of weird. |D;]]
[identity profile] thatsnotnancy.livejournal.com
Jesus Christ, if it's not one thing, it's another.

Does the castle really get off on this?

[Nancy is currently sitting in the lobby, perched cross-legged atop a sofa with her journal in her lap. She likes to people watch, but lately the numbers have been dwindling.

The onslaught of cats was funny at first, until the random hairballs and other feline gifts left behind just grossed her the fuck out. And Lois's loss was amusing, until the bitch started walking around like a wrecking ball.

Don't get her started on that metal thing.

Simply put, she's in a
mood, and it's not an entirely pleasant one, either.

To pull her out of this sudden
swing of bitchiness she's fallen into and make herself feel better, she's going to randomly toy with the people that pass her by. How? Well, she hasn't decided yet.]

(ooc: Open via journal or in person. Let me know in your tag if it's cool for her to mess with them. She won't harm anyone, mostly just try to freak them out.)
[identity profile] thatsnotnancy.livejournal.com
[This song is playing when one enters the sizable apartment. The furniture is pristine and bright, and tall high glass windows overlook quite the view of Los Angeles.

There's a tree not taller than Nancy herself, but she's knelt down beside it. An older woman is with her, and they're currently throwing tinsel at the tree--and at each other. Cookies are nearby, half-eaten, but there's plenty to go 'round.

Also, hope you like Connie Francis, because that's all the jukebox seems to be playing. This song plays after, followed by a seemingly endless string of holiday songs sung by the lady herself.]


Next year, we should get one of those ugly ass flocked trees just to do it. [laughs... genuinely!]
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[Some distance from the castle, though still on the grounds, Nancy has found a nice little tree to sit beneath. She's sitting on a cozy looking blanket with legs crossed, and appears to be whittling a piece of wood with an ornate knife.

Every now and then she flips a page of her journal, as if she's reading what others have to say about... whatever the hell they're going on about now.

Beside her is a basket. Lunch? It's fully stocked with a couple of apples, some meat, and plenty of bread. Heh heh.

There is nothing predatory about this. Come say hello if you dare!]



(ooc: kiss if you dare...? :3 also an open post for not-kissing if you're too scared.)
[identity profile] thatsnotnancy.livejournal.com
Never in my entire life have I heard so much bitching and moaning. It's a fucking dress! Get over it!

Yeah, the colors are a bit dull and the necklines are high but are you really going to ruin the "holiday cheer" because you're too butch to wear a skirt? I hate these clothes and you don't see me crying about it. Goddamn. Is everyone's periods synchronized?

Next "lady" that complains about her dress over the fucking journal is getting a goddamn corset shoved down her throat. God!

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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