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New Year. It's what they called it before it went away, noted on January first. It changed many times, the year didn't used to be like this. The orbital period never changes but they changed the calendar.

It's different on other worlds. Orbital periods are longer, shorter. Different customs.

Persephone's is 121 days. It orbits Lux, the protostar of the White Sun system. It's hotter than Earth's sun.

New Year isn't the same.

[ Today there's one young girl wandering the castle's corridors, hand on the wall as she slowly walks, one foot stepping in front of the other, carefully balanced ]

Went for a ride. Didn't know where. Got left behind. Needs protecting. Not there.

[ She misses Simon ;; ]

[ ooc; backdated to before paris ]

Won't go away. Keeps returning, shouldn't happen. Filled with lies, contradictions. Won't change.

[ What is it that River's on about? The journal. She's attempted to rip out the pages of it after not liking what's in it, to 'fix' it. Except they keep coming back ]

[ There's a scream across the journal, a very panicked, female scream. If you know enough to tell that voice also happens to belong to a young girl. She's scared, the unfamiliar place, sounds and items exacerbating those fears ]

N-no. Don't want to sleep. Don't want to be gone, can't make me.

[ If you were able to see anything you'd see that the young girl is curled into a ball, arms resting over her face, muffling her words slightly ]

Didn't mean to. Wasn't my fault, didn't want to hurt them. Don't make me go.

[ It's then when something clicks. Messages, feelings that she'd not listened to and then the lack of Serenity's distinctive hum. The confused babbling stops for a moment, but when the girls speaks again the panic to her tone has increased. One of her many thoughts is that they've got her - the Alliance. They found her, turned her into a killer and took her away ]

Simon?

Simon?

No. No!

Gone. Not our place, thrown out to the wolves. Can't stay here. It's so loud, everything's so loud, can't make it stop.

Simon!

[ That final word turns to a pained cry. Lost. Alone ]

[ ooc; for those that want to action with her she's in the clinic :3 ]

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[when she wakes up she knocks her journal over.

How did it get there?

Close. Not where she left it. Tucked away, hidden from their fears. Thoughts. Panic. Anger... hurting, everything hurts.

Everything needs to stop.

Block it out.

Blot it out.

Out.

It rushes to her and the words spill from her abrasively]

Can't just expect anyone to do anything in this gogdamn place. They don't tell you any-- [her hands go to her temples, pulling herself inward, trying to stop it]

Everyone bleeds the same... did you think my color wasn't the same?

Every... each...

All of them...

[her voice softens as her head tilts to the side, a slight tremble to her words] Pull it apart in the end.

[but just like that she's back to snapping angry vile words] You think the pieces will just stay in their places. Can't keep them still. Won't stand for it.

[her hand balls up into a tiny fist striking to the wall beside her]

Lit'le bits looking for lit'le doors.

Can't catch me... but we're already caught.

[her tolerance for whatever this is has pushed her to the edges and her brow knits with worry and concern that she might not be able to stop this]

Trapped and looking out.

[her arm shakes with the tension she feels along it, trying to pull herself together]

Look out.

[she takes in a sharp breath, wincing from the struggle that's in her own mind, the frustration overwhelms her and then she cries out:] Kaylee!!

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[Kaylee]

I have something for you.

----

With no discernible year present here, are we sure this is the end of the month? What if this is a world with a much longer solar cycle than we anticipated.

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I'm not sure my knitting skills have improved enough for this project.

[sighs] The level of indecency this would provide is unacceptable.

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Is anyone interested in a date with Ares? He purchased time with me during that auction and I am sure that since he hasn't claimed it within ninety days, that I should be able to resell that time.

It's in the fine print.

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When they die, it'll take seventy days.

Fifteen for cleansing.

Forty for drying.

Fifteen for wrapping and painting.

[she pauses...] The castle won't allow for such rituals though. She might not be pleased to know that.

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Who: SereniCrew & Friends
What: Ye Olde Fashioned Back-Tagging Christmas Tree Trimming Jolly Good Time.
When: Whenever the Castle was back to THE Castle...
Where: The Serenity Crew "Cargo Bay" (Merry Christmas! Your shared living quarters now resemble the interiors of Serenity!)
Rating: PG

( What shall they use for the star?? )

[ooc: Feel free to roam around any of these! I put up sub-sections, just so that people have some idea of "timeline" and to make it easy to get a lot of things taken care of with all of us tagging around slowly. Invite CR mates to help out! The more the merrier! Also, if you have never decorated a tree before and want to know some tips? Check here!]

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[previous attempts to create lists of what to get people for the upcoming holiday had been interrupted, but now River is on an overstuffed recliner, somewhere near the Christmas Tree in the lobby. It seemed appropriate.]

Creating lists is supposed to be something that helps keep things in order, but what if you're not even sure what to put on the list itself?

[backdated to before noon for any kisses... since I'm at work and couldn't get this up earlier, otherwise, just feel free to bug her]

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[were you trying to write on this page of the journal? because, River just tore it out of the book to use for her next craft project.

You can find her in the lobby, far from the doors, but still where she can feel the rush of cold air waft its way down to her bare feet, seated on the floor amidst a sea of paper snowflakes. All varying in their levels of complication, and every time the door opens her hand SLAPS down over the one that would've threatened to blow away]

Sorry, I need this page too. [Riiiiips another sheet out of the journal]

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[ So winter is right around the corner. Who cares! That doesn't mean there can't be fun in the sun, right? That's exactly what this is. The beach is pristine, water glistening under the clear blue sky and beaming sun. The temperature is absolutely perfect no matter how you look at it, so you better have put on a swimsuit!

There's a couple picnic tables packed to the brim with various lunch and snack foods that people brought with them, and various lawn chairs, towels, and beach umbrellas set up nearby for people to relax and sunbathe.

There's also some tropical-style music playing from somewhere, but good luck trying to figure out where! Have a ball, guys! ]

[ ooc; If you're looking at this like 'WTF IS GOING ON', then check here or here. Anyone who's anyone is welcome to join this party. And remember, the majority of it happens before sundown, so characters can still hit this up and then go have a traditional Thanksgiving elsewhere. It just means they might miss out on s'mores. ;D

SECTIONS ARE UP. Remember, this is set up to take place on Thursday, so this is obviously backtag friendly! Don't worry about being late, and just add in your character's tag if you want them to join in! ]

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[Kaylee is stranded. Zoe is set to return her to the castle. Wash is trying to figure out how to earn Zoe's forgiveness for the big secret. River is supposed to keep an eye on him.

River has opted, instead, to take this time to wander through the halls.

With her journal.]

The castle is the only one to know them all.

If I was to knock on every door, how many would be opened?

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[the voice over the journal... sounds familiar. She practiced, even though she doesn't need to, and has all those tones in her voice that she needs. The unimpressed, knows-more-than-you, would prefer to start trouble than be the subject of it -- tones. It's not perfect mimicry, but it's familiar.]

Well, this has been fun hasn't it.

[After all, she is Crowley for this holiday. It had been suggested and she found the challenge to be amusing.

Now you can find her seated in the lobby, journal resting on her leg (which is crossed with the ankle resting to her knee), dark black suit and glasses on, as she views the things going on]

If anything good happens, I'm going to make sure I have a nice view of you all running around like idiots.

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At the end of this month, it'll be required that I dress up in a costume.

I'm currently accepting suggestions, as this will be the first time I'm partaking in this holiday.

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[dictated in a soft tone, a casual reading of the book in her hand, the journal open beneath the book she's reading, as if she's not quite made the connection]

Down,
down,
down.
There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. 'Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think!'

[she pauses, shutting the book she was reading]

The further she falls, the more time she has to think, but even in a tower I don't think my thoughts will go much further than this.

[then stated, matter of fact] Simon went home. To wherever home could become... [since they were planning on leaving anyway]

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[dictated]

Every time you sneeze, some of your brain cells die.

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[she's grown rather fond of the swishy dress she got to wear to the dance last night, so she's still wearing it - she did shower and redress, but her hair is down and loose and her feet - bare]

This manner of dress shouldn't be just for quarterly events. Formal dinners were once tradition on Sundays.

[she's wandering the halls of the E Building, thinking about this, discussing it at large with the castle]

I don't think Simon can cook.

It's possible I'm doomed.

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Are there any rules against "Finders, Keepers" here?

I think Simon would let me keep him.

[moves away from the journal that she'd been speaking to, addressing the creature she found] I don't even know what you are.

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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