PARADISA LOST

[Bonjour, Parisdisa.

There's an odd-looking couple sitting at that corner cafe.

Or perhaps they've just crossed the narrow street in front of you, jaywalking arm-in-arm. Or is that them in the museum, leaning just a little too far over the velvet rope?

Maybe they were lurking behind the street performers. You know, if you've seen one mime you've seen them all, but for some reason that guy stuck in your mind. Is it the way he looks past the rest like they're not even real? Or have you seen that woman he's with, somewhere, the blonde with her curls piled high who stands straight and tall?

One way or another, Roy Harper and Reno Browne just crossed your path.

Care to say hi?]


[ETA2: Tagging order is AS YOU LIKE IT.]

Who: Roy Harper and a few.
What: Last goodbyes.
Where: Just specify where you want to catch him: Paradisa castle, the northern outpost, or on the road.
When: Mid-January.


( I hope you have found a friend )

[Thoughtfully recorded.] So hey - thanks for all the swag, folks. I'd write you all letters, individually and by name, but... I'm a little lazy for that.

[So now he's gonna put the lie to that, but only where no-one can see.]

( Individual filters: Rin, Jess, Father Abel, Tobias, Ollie, Mindy, Chiyo, Babs, Xena )


[ FILTER BELOW: Unlocked to friends and family one month after writing. ]

[Miss Reno Browne // Written]

So hey... possibly belated, but y'know what? Happy New Year. Next month it'll be a year since I left you guys.

I had the weirdest dream, Christmas eve. Practically everyone was in it.

Wish you'd been.

[... Added yet later // Also filtered to Reno]

Hey, is something up? You've been awful quiet, now I think about it. Don't tell me you've given up on me.

[... ... Added a few days after that // Still filtered to Reno]

Reno, c'mon, this isn't fair. Look, yes, maybe I found some happiness here with all the misfits. That doesn't mean - it's not like we - [sigh.]

Gimme a peep or a 'Shut Up' or something. Please?

[... ... and a day later still // DAMMIT RENO]

{In the margin: a page number.}

Reno, this is your last goddamn chance. Say something. Now.

[/Reno Browne]

Who: Roy, Xena, and Babs.
What: Cupid / Is this a curse or a blessing?
Where: In one of their cozy suites, in front of a conveniently and merrily blazing fireplace.
When: Backdated to Monday.
Warnings: They're adults, but there's no adult content. I mean, nothing planned.

( They're all wearing Roy's pants. He really, really doesn't mind. )

[Nanako, Chiyo, Hit Girl, Rin, and Jilly]

[... That turned out to be a longer list than he'd expected.]

Ladies.

Being the popular and well-known pillars of the community you are, I imagine you may already have plans for this Thursday. If your afternoon happens to be free, though, I'd take it as a personal favor if you didn't keep it that way.

I'm headed to a shindig a couple friends are throwing down in town. Turkey. Football. The classics. Care to hang off my arm?

Lian's gone.

Don't No condolences. Thanks.

[Recorded: the whine-yip of a hungry dog. Skittering paws. And, "Shhh."]

[Filter: Whoever might.]

Don't try to follow me.

[Into Paradisa's favorite karaoke dive there walks a lovely young couple, arm-in-arm. For certain definitions of 'lovely'.

The young man's mauve silk shirt was awesome in the seventies, as was his greased-up hair. So shut up. Meanwhile his date's full-face spider-eyed mask is just truly timeless.]

-- Table for two, thanks.

[And to his date] I toldja, it's Navajo. Adopted, anyway, long time ago. [Little laugh] Is it that weird to a city girl?