[identity profile] screwattack.livejournal.com
[There's a woman in a Power Suit sitting outside in the rain. Occasionally she'll remove her helmet to feel the rain on her face, even as it intensifies the longer she sits outside, but if she thinks she hears someone coming, she'll put it on very quickly. If you're quick enough, quiet enough, or just use the sound of the rain to your advantage, you can probably catch a glimpse of her without her helmet.

She has her journal lying near her, open, sheltered by a makeshift canopy of whatever she could find.]


So what do people do around this place? I don't necessarily mean to entertainment, just...in general. Is there some sort of mission? Are there people intending to accomplish something?

((OOC: Open to whoever's wandering by outside, or you can just respond to the voice entry.))
[identity profile] screwattack.livejournal.com
This book seems capable of taking dictation, as well as being connected to similar books within this facility. That being the case, I figure I might as well implore those who have been here for a while:

What methods have been used to attempt to escape from this place and return home? I would rather not waste my time treading ground that has already been tried.

[She picks up a bottle of some sort of alcohol from an end table and takes a drink, before resuming her dictation.]

For the record, my name is Samus Aran. I am a bounty hunter, formerly an officer of the Galactic Federation. I am willing to use whatever skills and expertise I possess in order to facilitate our escape.
[identity profile] screwattack.livejournal.com
[A tall woman in a power suit, toting a journal in the hand not encased in a cannon, has just appeared with little fanfare in the entrance hall.]

What the hell...

[At this point unaware that the journal's recording anything she says, there's the sounds of clicking as she presses various buttons on her suit and helmet, trying to adjust the view in her HUD.]

Must be sunspots or an electrical storm...

Where am I now?
[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com

I wish I had my suit.
I feel naked and useless.

I was attacked by a few  small creatures a little while ago.
Kinda looked like hairy humans...




They scream like people, too, when they die.
[quiet shudder]
Don't think I can eat them.

[pause]

Donnie, have you found Stork yet?

[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com

[quietly horrified noise]

M-..m-my armor.... it's... gone?

[scrambling noises]

Adam!?

[the sound of a fist knocking on stone - proceed to mentally picture a nekkid Samus knocking on her stone gunship]

Sweet Chozo.




[long pause, barely audible]
I hope no one sees me before I can find some clothes..

[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com

[quiet, almost inaudible; the journal's vaguely picking up noises from far away]

Adam--

ACTIVATED -- HELLO SAMUS. -- ARE YOU IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE? --

Actually...

PLEASE SPECIFY, SAMUS --

Run another system scan, Adam. 

INITIATING FULL SYSTEM SCAN -- DIAGNOSTIC, CLEAR. -- SYSTEMS READY --

I know for a fact that I've fixed you back to perfect status. Why won't you run?

QUERY UNCLEAR -- PLEASE REPEAT?

Why won't you run? 
[quietly]
I want to get out of here, Adam.

UNKNOWN INTERFERENCE -- SAFETY SYSTEMS INITIATING -- SHUT DOWN-- --


[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com

[sharp, high whistle noise, followed by wingflaps]

Hah! Atta' boy, Striker. Your wing seems to be pretty much healed, now.

[rustling of feathers, the quiet scrape of talon on metal]



[ooc: Samus has a pet! it's a pretty red kite and she so totally didn't accidentally singe the shit out of its wing... <_<]


[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com
[scribbled]

I'm interested in using the firing range.
Who's in charge of that?
[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com

...Sweet Chozo.

[journal slams shut]


[ooc: Samus has gone to patrol the forest after Matt's bloody handprint stuff - those who happen to look out the windows of the castle towards the forest / are currently in the forest or town will see bright lights and weird blue/purple beams shooting all over the place as she tries to clear the area of monsters]

recorded;

Sep. 2nd, 2007 01:30 pm
[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com
[steady thudding; metal scraping against metal as Samus stands]

..What the..

--HULL BREACH ATTEMPT DETECTED--ENGAGING DEFENSI--

[grinding noise, then the sound of the gunship powering down; a quiet curse followed by muttering]

Useless hunk of--[gurgling noises, generic sounds of undead prowlings]

...

[BZZZZZZZZT of Samus' arm cannon powering up; hiss of releasing air as Samus opens the door to her ship and is greeted by growls]

Sweet Chozo, the fores--

[snarling, then the sound of Samus' arm cannon discharging multiple times in rapid succession]
[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com
[scribbled]

It feels so weird.
This place feels wrong, somehow. 

I feel like I should be ....protecting. 

Is everything okay in the castle?
[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com

[recorded rattling noise, as if something metal is being shaken, multiple button presses, then a long-ish silence]

...

[a soft growl of irritation, slightly far-off, muffled voice]

Don't make me hit you again, you piece of junk. A metroid could fly better than you have since we've gotten here.

[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com
[rustling noise of flowers being picked up]

...

[pause, murmuring as Samus reads the card]

...

[footsteps; the sound of  a door hissing shut as she walks outside, journal in hand]

[written:]

What are these plants for?

ten days

Aug. 17th, 2007 09:57 pm
[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com
[recorded unknowingly; tinkering noises, then a pause]

Adam?

HELLO SAMUS--ARE YOU IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE

Adam, when was the last time it rained on this planet?

PLANETARY DATA INCOMPLETE--FINDINGS INCONCLUSIVE-- REQUEST AT A LATER DATE

....
[quiet sigh]

QUERY DETECTED--

No, Adam. No query presently.


[shuffling as Samus moves to where the journal is placed, the rest is written]

There have been no changes in the weather pattern - is this commonplace on this planet?
[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com
[left-handed, slightly tilted and rather messy script]

This communication device is odd.
How many beings reside in that castle?
[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com

[Samus apparently forgot about the journal, and it is free to record, at length, her various thuds and laser-ish noises as she works on and around her gunship, attempting to tweak it back into working order]

[click - Samus presses a button]

[click - Again]

[clickclickclickclick - no response]

[irritated growl and then a slamming noise, before
the sound of things short-circuiting] 
...
...
[a male computer voice kicks in]

UNKNOWN--UNKNOWN--UN-UN-KNOWN-N-N--GRAVITY--FIELD, [sirens, lights flashing, alarms ringing]  SCANNERS INDICATE WE ARE OUTSIDE SECTOR 33-D-1230U WITHOUT PERMISSION GRANTED BY OPERATOR --WARNING --WARNING --WARNIN--

[A thump - Samus has smacked the control board. everything is quiet for about thirty seconds, then the male voice returns]

HELLO--SAMUS. MY DATABASE SHOWS I WAS REBOOTED--ALTERATIONS HAVE BEEN MADE TO THE SYSTEM--MAY I INQUIRE WHY?



[ooc: yay! the gunship's artificial intelligence, dubbed adam, has come back to life :D but the ship is still (as it will always be) broken.]


[identity profile] 1girl-vs-galaxy.livejournal.com
[far-off zooming noise outside the castle windows]

[..casually getting closer and louder]

[oh shit it's a spaceship GET IN THE CAR]


[GIANT CRASHING NOISE, SOUNDS OF TREES SPLINTERING AND SMALL MAMMALS BEING SCORCHED/CRUSHED/VAPOURIZED]

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.

calendarcharacter tagsback to OOCback to PARADISA