[identity profile] technicallyabug.livejournal.com
[ Peter is standing up at Montmartre on the steps of Sacré Coeur, looking down at the city lit up in lights. Around him, couples are cuddling, children are screaming in delight, lots of men of questionable trustworthiness are attempting to sell cheap, plastic trinkets.

Talking to his journal and getting a few funny looks from people


Ahh, the sights and sounds of the city-- Oh wow, okay, people should definitely not be leaving their children unguarded like that around a church like that. That's several different kinds of wrongs, and I'm pretty sure that's blasphemous to boot.

((OOC. Last possible chance at kisses!))
[identity profile] technicallyabug.livejournal.com
Who: Peter and... YOU! Possibly, if you enjoy teenage angst
What: ... Teenage angst! Everyone's favorite.
When: Nowish
Where: In the city
Rating: I don't know... PG?

HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME???? I MADE MY MISTAKES AND SOME OTHER LINES )
[identity profile] daine.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] daine, [livejournal.com profile] technicallyabug, and later [livejournal.com profile] gwaine
What: Motherfucking Hippogriff in the motherfucking stables
When: Earlier on the 29th
Where: Stables and surrounding area?
Rating: TV MH for Magic and Hair (thanks Gwaine)

The stables might as wel be a zoo )
[identity profile] technicallyabug.livejournal.com
[ So Peter is just gonna be standing in the kitchen, leaning up against the counter, chewing his sandwich in the most thoughtful manner possible while watching the now humanish ghosts and talking into the journal between bites. ]

So the whole... ghost thing, is this just gonna be one of those things we ignore and hope turn out for the best, or....?

Speaking of turning out for the best. Halloween. Paradisa's track record...

Who's betting on zombies this year? Because that's where my money would go.
[identity profile] technicallyabug.livejournal.com
[ A bit after a certain run in Peter had earlier that night. ]

Kids these days!
[identity profile] technicallyabug.livejournal.com
[ Peter is standing in the lobby in full spider-garb, humming bad pop songs over the journal as he carefully crawls up a wall, awkwardly holding a sofa in one hand until he gets up the wall far enough to take the sofa and... WHOOMP! Chucking it on top of the webbing he has stretched out across the front part of the lobby. Looks like there's currently another sofa, an arm chair, two footstools and a rocker already tossed into the webbing pile. The stuff is barely even sagging.

Peter's testing out a new webbing formula for durability. Come investigate! Or at the very least, be careful walking out the castle door right now. You can never tell when it's going to give.
]
[identity profile] tidalsurge.livejournal.com


[ Life on the high seas, exciting isn't it? Well, you've been ordered by Tony to send more supplies to an allied desert town. The meet up point is Death Hill and you'll be touching down on the island tomorrow morning at this speed. So why not relax a little bit? ]

[ There's five of you on three ships. A cruiser, destroyer, and a warship. Yep, you guys like to travel armed to the teeth. Your subordinates are mingling around, and keeping up with their posts casually. So take the time to enjoy the sunny, summer weather! That, or have some fun killing time with some ship shenanigans. ]


NAVY CHILI )


(5 SECTIONS: ○ on the deck, ○ breaktime, ○ rap-off, ○ free header, ○ back to business.)
[identity profile] fired-once.livejournal.com


[ Welcome to Purgatorio. It's the jewel of the ocean, the envy of the world, an island that's as pristine and polished as the Navy itself. People from all over the world come to enjoy the high culture. Of course, it's not like this is your first time visiting. It's where the Navy keeps it headquarters, after all, and that's exactly where you're heading. ]

[ Your wise and venerable leader, the Fleet Admiral, has called all of you Admirals together for a meeting. New assignments, updates, and the current going-ons will all be addressed. It's kind of a big deal. When it's time, get your asses to the meeting. But until then, take some time to chill out with your Navy bros. ]


(5 SECTIONS: ○ bar, ○ gardens, ○ greetings, ○ assignments, ○ meeting end)
[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.
[identity profile] technicallyabug.livejournal.com
[So some people might have noticed, but Peter's been sort of... not around at all today. Not a single trace of the Spider-brat for almost the entire day, and when he finally decides to open his journal again to leave a message for people?]

Jessica Drew was sent home.

[And with that, the journal is shut.

As for Peter? He's been out and about all day, in that he's been out avoiding anyone he knows all day, but he's currently sitting on the castle roof right now, legs hanging over the edge as he glumly stares off into middle space.]
[identity profile] technicallyabug.livejournal.com
[Over the journals there's the distinct sound of musical "nya's" over and over... and over.... AND OVER again for at least half a minute.

Thanks a lot for infecting the net with horrific things, Crowley]


What is this? Who would even make this? How do I keep coming across these kind of things?!

[And the annoying cat music continues for another minute or so.]

I should probably close this window soonish.

[Nya nya nya nininini nya nya~]

Very soonish.
[identity profile] technicallyabug.livejournal.com
Can this month be over yet? I'm ready for this month to be over. I mean, beyond all the obvious stuff I actually managed to forget my own birthday. I'm not even sure how that happens. I guess that means I'm seventeen now.

... Does age even matter in this place? I mean, I thought I remembered reading something once about aging being sort of off here. Maybe I misread that. Anyone want to chime in there and correct me on that one?

[Peter is chilling in the lobby as he dictates into his journal, shoes kicked off and feet propped up on the couch.]
[identity profile] technicallyabug.livejournal.com
[Peter was never a horse person.

He still isn't.

So it's a wonder he bothered to venture down to the stables today.

Not as much of a wonder as the FREAKIN' UNICORN that is currently having a staring contest with him though. Good thing he has his handy dandy notebook with him to speak into and confuse people.]


... What the hell am I looking at right now?

[Unicorn whinny!]

...

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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