paradisalost | Entries tagged with ray stantz

ectobabble.livejournal.com

[it took a lot of time with the phone directory and a map of Paris, and a lot of wrapping paper, and such, but Ray finally managed to get his game plan together. early Christmas morning - around 4 AM - he hauled his butt out of bed, downed a cup of coffee, left Spike sleeping on his couch, and headed out to do his Christmas deliveries.

not only is he delivering gifts to his friends, but he's also clandestinely leaving the things that the children of Paradisa asked for - and in a few cases, for their friends.

( Cut for The List )

if you happen to be up in the wee hours of the morning, you might catch him bundled up against the cold as he's dropping boxes on doorsteps.

if you're not a morning owl, and happen to be headed in the vicinity of one particular cafe later in the afternoon, you're certainly welcome to find him downing some more coffee and looking over the journal for happy Christmas news]

Hey, everyone, Merry Christmas! Hope you're all enjoying yourselves in the City of Lights! I know I am. Is anyone getting together for a big Christmas dinner somewhere? Maybe we should - even if it's at a restaurant somewhere.

((OOC: Here's the chance to get your gift from Ray, if he left you something in the meme! And even if he didn't - well, tag in and he'll probably come up with something. He's just that kind of a guy.))

ectobabble.livejournal.com

[Ray's actually really loving his Parisian life - he's got a cozy little apartment with enough space that he can have friends over if they want or need to crash, but more importantly, he has his old bookstore. or, really, as close to it as he can get, and most of the books are in French. thanks to the castle, though, he can read them all just as fluently.

the shop itself is decked out for the holidays as best as it can be amid the clutter - there's a small ceramic tree with lights in it sitting on the counter, and garlands of real holly here and there where they can be pinned or tucked. quiet, mellow New Age music (think Loreena McKennitt and Enya) drift between the stacks, and overall, if anyone wanders in, it's a very zen, calm, inviting place to be. especially if you like BOOKS.]

Well, hey, everybody, happy Yule! It's the shortest day of the year, so that means that the days are going to be getting longer from here on out. More daylight to go out and do all this fantastic sightseeing! ... I was thinking of taking a trip to the catacombs, seeing if I could get any ghost sightings in ... I mean, I've always wanted to go see them, so why not take the chance while I've got it? Does anyone want to go with me?

[Kids Filter - minus that snobby kid who thought he was better than everyone except his princess, ugh]

Also: I know we're not in the castle anymore, but that doesn't mean you can't still send letters to Santa! If you want to send them care of Ray's Occult Books, or just filter to me, I'll make sure they get to the North Pole!

[/Filter]

And oh, hey - I've got a hot plate and some tea going, if anyone wants to come stop in and say hi. Ray's Occult Books, 18 Rue de Phantomas. I'd love to hear what you're all up to!

ectobabble.livejournal.com

[Filtered to Kids - And Anyone Else Who Believes In Santa]

Hey, guys, it's getting pretty close to Christmas! Are you all getting super excited? I know I am, it's one of my favorite times of the year! ... I put up this filter because I'm gonna collect all the letters you guys want to send to Santa Claus, and make sure they get to the post office in the City Royale in time. So, if you want to write the big guy a letter, you can just send it my way - my name's Ray Stantz, and I'm in Satis Tower, on the second floor, room four. Normally, I'd say just slide them under the door, but I don't know if my dog Blue eats papers, yet, so - I'll make a special mailbox and put it outside my door. Okay?

[/Filter]

[Rory Pond]
Hi, just thought I'd check in with you and see how you and your family are doing, since we haven't talked in a little while. Did you guys have a good Thanksgiving?
[/Rory]

[filters out of the way, Ray will now be outside in the hall, mounting a very festive-looking and rugged mailbox outside his door. he's castle-savvy enough by now that it's the sort that can't have the mail inside tampered with - but you wouldn't be mean enough to do bad things to Santa's mailbox, WOULD you? after the box is up, he'll start decorating his door by wrapping it up in wrapping paper. Blue will just be laying in the doorway, chewing on an already-de-squeaked stuffed squirrel, wondering what all this nonsense is about and why he can't eat the tinsel.

yep. someone's got the holiday bug. clearly, he needs to BE bugged]

zone-of-truth.livejournal.com

Who: Anyone!
What: John Wayne Movie Night
When: Tonight, Saturday November 26.
Where: The Movie Theater
Rating: PG
Notes: Prose or Actionspam is welcome. Threadjacking/threadjopping/general CR grabbing is all good. Movies are mostly going to be implied, but the line up includes True Grit, El Dorado, and Red River.

( *** )

☻ excited

ectobabble.livejournal.com

[it was a long, long week for one Raymond F. Stantz. the expedition was both super-exciting and super-stressful, and he'd been looking forward to chilling back in his room, gathering together his notes, and making scans and studies of all the samples that he and his traveling buddies had gathered. but coming back to the news of the breakout and all the outpost fires hadn't sat well with him at all ... and the general castle atmosphere was just so charged with negative energy that he felt it pushing him until it pushed him right out the door.]

[Friends - if you've talked to him ONCE, you can see this]

Hey guys, I'm gonna go take a walk around town, get some fresh air. It'll probably be good for this lump on my head, anyway. If you've got anythin' you want me to have a look at, just leave it outside my door in Satis, and I'll check it out when I get back, okay?

[/Friends]

[and with that, he's out for a stroll. eventually, his steps lead him to the Fairyland Animal Center, where he makes nice with all the mutts and Pokemon and other critters. one of them at the back catches his eye, though ... and it's not long before he's signing some papers and walking off with a sheepdog on a brand-new leash ... who looks just about as pleased and dopey and chill as he does]

Oh, boy, Blue, this is gonna be just great. Wait 'till we get back to the castle. I'll get you a nice comfy doggie bed and some bones and a chewy ball and ... maybe like, a stuffed duck. You'd like that, yeah?

[as far as he figures, "woof" means yes. come meet Ray and his new not-puppy!]

ectobabble.livejournal.com

[Ray's in the game room, perusing his options. perched on the couch, he looks over the lineup of games as he dictates idly into his open journal nearby]

I know you guys are gonna think I'm crazy, but I'm ... kinda disappointed we didn't get any ghosts, ghouls, spooks, or spectres. It felt weird havin' a Halloween where I wasn't runnin' my kiester all over creation with work orders.

Oh! - Hey, Rose? Your apple witches're done, if you wanna come by my room later an' pick 'em up. Just lemme know when you're gonna drop by.

... Anyone feel like joinin' me in the game room? A lotta these games look like they're better with two players.

[and he'll pop Tetris in and play that while he's waiting for takers. after a few rounds, he pauses the game and puts in a quick filter]

[Brennan]

Hey, I haven't heard from you in a while - how're you doing?

justcharles.livejournal.com

[Having finally having had a chance to speak with Fred about his plans for Cerebro, Charles figures it's high time he spoke with his other potential assistants. He knows it's a big project, but it'll be well worth everyone's time in the long run. Sitting out on the roof, Charles clears his throat a moment, before writing a filter into his journal.]

[Filtered to Dr. Ray Stantz]

Dr. Stantz? It's Charles Xavier. I'm not sure if your memory doppleganger told you about me, but I have a project I'm working on that I'd appreciate your help with. I've discussed it already with Fred, but it's promising to be a fairly large undertaking, so I'm looking for all the help I can get. Given what I observed in your memories, I believe you're the sort of scientist who could help me in this endeavor.

We can discuss it in person, or over the journal if you like. I'm free either way.

[Filtered to Yuan of the Peace Patrol]

Yuan? It's Charles Xavier. I'm not sure if we've been properly introduced, but I have something I wish to discuss with you. I'm planning on, with help, building a device that can amplify and broadcast my telepathy, for use during crises such as what we faced with Legato and Riful. I'm wondering if I might have your permission to actually build the thing in the Peace Patrol's headquarters, for the sake of transparency toward it's purpose, as I imagine that some in the castle would want such a powerful tool regulated.

[Filtered to The Fifth and Eleventh Doctors]

Hello chaps, I apologize for being out of contact for so long. As it turns out, researching the technology and theory behind long-range telepathic projection took much more of my attention than I'd intended. Keeping out of trouble I hope?

Anyway, the main reason I'm filtering to the both of you is to ask for your help. You both obviously have some experience with the sort of technology I'm trying to re-create here, so I'd be honored if you'd assist I, and the others helping me in making Cerebro a reality. I've had the chance to discuss the idea with Fred, and she seems to be on board, and I've contacted Dr. Ray Stantz, asking for his help as well. If there's anyone else either of you can think of who could help, by all means, don't hesitate to let me know.

[/Filter]

[With all of those filters out of the way, Charles can be found on the roof, gazing out at the town, getting his first bit of fresh air since his brief detention during the castle's brief lockout.]

Is anyone else as curious as I am as to how the castle was so thoroughly rearranged? I'm not complaining or anything, I just think it would have been a fascinating procedure to watch. Has anything like this happened before?

demonologist

WHO Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and various people (Ray Stantz)
WHAT Visits to the sleeping Fred.
WHERE Hyperion Tower. Fred's room, other rooms too if people want?
WHEN Anytime during the ten days that Fred's on her loss.
NOTES Treat it as an open party post, create your own subthreads if wanted. I just figured some people might like to check on Fred, catch up with other friends of hers. Mill around, stop the jigglypuff from drawing faces on Fred or making more people fall asleep or whatever. XD Prose or action spam is welcome.
WARNINGS G, I presume.

Wes sighed and rubbed at his eyes, placing a bookmark in the copy of Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov that he'd been reading. He glanced over at Fred's sleeping form, then sighed softly. Even though he knew it wasn't anyone's fault, that it was just another temporary castle loss, there was still that nagging regret that he'd gone a whole day without talking to her. Hadn't noticed or sensed that anything might be wrong. Perhaps that was why he was now spending so much time keeping a vigil. Wanting to be there when she finally woke up again. To apologise. To reassure himself that she was going to be fine. He missed her. As did a great deal other people. Even though she wasn't gone, he could feel the lack of her. No doubt the others did too.

He stood up, then bent over the bed to straighten the covers again, even though they didn't really need adjusting. A kiss to the forehead for his sleepy beauty. Stifling a yawn he considered going to fetch a cup of coffee. A faint rustling noise caused him to glance off to the side. It was that strange creature again. Sometimes it floated in mid air, sometimes it started singing. He wasn't quite sure what to make if it. Some might find it cute, but Wes found it a bit on the annoying side, to be honest. Still, it was apparently a parting gift from Lorne for Fred and thus was allowed to stay in her room. Right now it was inching closer to him, humming softly.

ectobabble.livejournal.com

Who: Ray Stantz & Danny Phantom
What: A really really overdue record of a revelation...
When: After the battle with Arthas in the Dead Zone
Where: Peace Patrol basement and parts elsewhere, eventually, perhaps?
Rating: PG at best for Ray's gosh-darn language

( I ain't afraid of no -- wait, what? )

ectobabble.livejournal.com

[Ray's already warming up to this Kicked Out of the Castle thing, and got up with the sun. he spent the morning wishing up things, and residents in his vicinity might wake up to the sound of rustling leaves. if anyone cares to investigate, he's wished up several of those huge, Halloween-themed leaf bags, and is stuffing them. there are pumpkins, and ghosts, and various silly monster faces, and tombstones.

once he's finished stuffing those and piling them around, he starts up a campfire and will proceed to start cooking breakfast sausages. if the sound of the leaves didn't wake people up, the smell of breakfast might!]

Gee, I haven't had a really good camp-out in a long time. I guess that trip out to Lente's Point sorta counted, but this is even better... anyone who wants breakfast, come pull up a leaf-chair, yah?

ectobabble.livejournal.com

[Ray spent a little while being a bit down in the dumps, after he heard that Paige had gone. his walking buddy, one of his first friends ... and a really sweet girl, regardless. but he wasn't one to stay down for long, so presently he's down in the kitchen, checking the cupboards. he crouches down, pulls out a pan from a neglected shelf, and pulls up the dish towel it was covered with]

Oh, this is great! ... Man, you guys're turning out really ugly, already! I can't wait to see you when you're done.

[he slides the pan back onto the shelf, then glances down at the open journal on the counter] Before anyone asks me what that was all about, ha ... I'm makin' apple witches for Halloween! We've still got enough time left for it to work out okay, if anyone wants to come down to the kitchen and see how it's done - since they usually take a couple'a weeks.

[in the meantime, he cracks open the fridge and starts putting together a skyscraper of a sandwich]

gevurah

[ It's Tuesday, meaning entering the Four Seasons room today takes you to the Castle's magical beach. There are already a few people sitting on the sand and doing their thing. Join in or decide to play in the water. Remember, you can't swim too far off now otherwise you hit a wall. Literally. ]

[ ooc: beach shenanigans. anyone can join. tag in at your leisure. :) ]

need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com

Who: Billy, Jilly, Willow, and Ray
What: Jailhouse blues
When: Ice cream day
Where: Jail
Rating: PG-13

( Read more... )

ectobabble.livejournal.com

[Ray wakes up to find himself in a big, cozy log cabin, with minimal appliances and modern creature comforts. One wall is lined with built-in bookcases, which house scrapbooks and journals and magazines and Old Musty Books full of memories and facts. There's a big, beautiful stone fireplace up against one wall, but instead of animal heads, there are various trophies from ghosthunting - a huge painting of a very angry-looking man, and glass cases full of small, odd things - a bag of marshmallows, part of a demolished chandelier, two helmets that look like they used to belong to electric chairs.... and several other things.

Including, strangely enough, HIMSELF, in a sweater vest and jeans, sitting in a big comfy armchair, one of four flanking a big stone fireplace.]

Uh.

[not!Ray looks up from filling his pipe, and smiles] Mornin', how's it goin'?

... Depends. Are you my doppelganger?

Nothin' so sinister, actually. [he grins] I'm you! Or, well, a physical manifestation of your foremost, ideal persona. I figured it was easier than splitting up into all the Jungian archetypes. I don't wanna confuse anyone any more than they already will be.

... [Ray reaches for his PKE meter] This is a --

-- Castle thing. Yah. Go 'head, lookit yerself.

[he does, reluctantly - to find that he's in his Ghostbusting uniform, instead of his PJ's] How did I --

Changed the second you thought about work. Once you leave here, you might wanna make sure you actually change into some regular stuff, and keep thinkin' about just bummin' around, or you'll leave suited up or in your PJ's.

Okaaaay. Makes sense. ... But why's my room look like some warped Camp Waconda --- wait, no, don't tell me. Further physical manifestation of my psyche.

Bingo.

Arright. I get it. ... I'm, uh, gonna go grab some breakfast. Bein' a sort've hallucinatory construct, I don't think you'll mind if I go without'cha. You're probably --

Tied to this place, anyway? You got it. Sorry I keep finishin' your sentences, I can't really help it. G'wan, I'll tell everybody where y' are, if they come lookin'.

Okay. ... Uh ... thanks?

Don' mention it.

[and thus, Ray heads off to wander, leaving his doppelganger in his place. he'll come back and chat with him later, but that's another thing to be written and linked another time, when the mun isn't on lunch. for anyone interested in checking things out ... the wall with the door out to castle has windows, with curtains drawn. If the curtains are pulled back, visitors will be able to see places from Ray's memories - the firehouse, Columbia University, Dana's apartment - and surreally enough, the outside of the actual cabin they're in. The fourth wall has a few cracks in the logs, but it's got a well-stocked pantry, and a cabinet full of board games and old-fashioned toys. Another recessed cabinet is closed, and won't open if a visitor tries to open it on their own. If they ASK, however, Ray's avatar will let them open it.

As open-minded as Ray himself! Come muck around in a Ghostbuster's brain!]

drugged-chai.livejournal.com

Who:

drugged_chai and Dr. Ray Stanz

ectobabble
What: The pair playing Crazy golf, the idea amused me.
When: Yesterday
Where: The crazy golf site in town
Rating:PG

( Read more... )

deadelfwalking.livejournal.com

[Koltira has waited for and wanted this moment ever since the Light-forsaken castle stole him away from Andorhal. The battle today is not like the last attempt; this time Arthas is separated from his pack; this time his demon-woman will not come to rescue him. This time Koltira will not relent until either he or Arthas lies defeated and broken on the ground.

The others have argued for redemption. The woman, Jaina Proudmoore, maintains her faith--to little good, in Koltira's mind. She is not the only one who seems reluctant to deliver swift justice upon Arthas, however, and as Koltira draws Byfrost from his back he considers the great irony of the situation. The castle took him from imprisonment at Sylvanas's hands, but here, in this time and reality, she is one of the few who understands that Arthas must not be afforded mercy. The traitor prince has done nothing to deserve such tender consideration. If Koltira could, he would destroy Arthas permanently; obliterate him; annihilate him.

Such options were, unfortunately, not available to him in Paradisa. Still, their plan would ensure deep suffering on Arthas's part, and Koltira supposes he can live with that.]

Selama ashal'anore.

((OOC: This is the VS ARTHAS post! If you want to take a shot at this guy, here's the place.)
SECTIONS:
PRE-BATTLE
ROUT
AT THE BORDER))

ectobabble.livejournal.com

[it's relatively early, by Ghostbuster terms, but Ray is up and at 'em. the containment unit's done, but as far as this former Boy Scout is concerned, there's still plenty more preparation he can make for whatever's to come with Riful and Arthas and Legato, so he's going to head down to the basement.

before he does, though, he realizes that he can get more work done with two pairs of hands - even if one of them will be a little reluctant. so he heads up to Venkman's room and bangs on the door]

Hey, Pete! C'mon, get up! We're gonna work on the spare equipment, I could use an extra pair of hands and eyes... I'll even make you breakfast.

[a pause. there's no muffled groan, no whine of protest, no bleary-eyed Peter opening the door a fraction only to mutter "No" and slam it in his face]

Pete?

[he raises his voice] WAFFLES, PETE.

[nothing. fine, this calls for drastic measures. he opens the door, and ---]

... Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...! Dammit.

[he slumps against the doorframe and slides slowly down to sit on the hall floor, pulling the door closed as he glances at the journal hanging from his hip next to the PKE meter. forlornly:]

Pete Venkman's gone, you guys.

ectobabble.livejournal.com

Welp, the containment unit's done, everyone. Sorry it took so long ... and that I, uh, kinda killed the power like that a couple weeks ago. I insulated the rest of the wiring, so that shouldn't be happening again.

Anyway, I uh, tested it out on a couple castle ghosts, and it works just fine - they came out carrying a bunch of boxes of Twinkies and a six-pack. So.

I'll be down here if anyone wants to come take a look.

[this is BIG EXCITING NEWS for a Ghostbuster, and yet ... Ray doesn't sound like his usual exuberant self. if anyone comes down to the Peace Patrol to investigate, he'll be parked on a folding chair, with another folding chair full of Twinkies at his side, and a beer in his hand, looking over his handiwork in a surprisingly forlorn manner.]

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.]}

ectobabble.livejournal.com

[all is about as quiet on the western front as Paradisa tends to get. Ray is down in the basement, marking lines on the Peace Patrol wall so that he can install the framework for his containment unit. when all seems in place he fires up his power saw.

after a brief sudden shower of sparks, the saw stops working....

as does anything electrical in the castle. there's a brief silence before he pipes up sheepishly:]

Sorry! ... My fault!

((OOC: Mod approved! The castle will be without power until 9 PM EST.))

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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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Entries tagged with ray stantz

Stantz-a Claus is comin' to town

19 traps filled with pain au chocolat

18 stockings filled by Stantz-a Claus

?62

17 traps filled - with doggie treats!

16 traps filled

Seventh Mind Read - Getting Down to Business

What Dreams May Come

not the same ghost I was before (SUPER-backdated)

15 traps filled with autumn leaves (OPEN)

14 traps filled

OPEN

Just part of the job

13 traps filled with stay puft marshmallows

Log: Scientist Crazy Golf

sixteenth rune :: death

12 traps filled - and one empty room

11 traps filled

Elevatoooooooor........

10 traps filled - and one wrecked cable

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