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[Another morning, another room. Integra had tried not to sleep the night before to keep her from being moved again by forces unseen, unknown, possibly hostile... But of course she had succumbed evenatually, and sure enough she was waking in unfamiliar surroundings.]

...Why?

[ooc: Loss continues, for Shayera.]

maces.livejournal.com

( Bruce Wayne )

[Her daily exercise of "Bother the Bat" completed, Shayera's made her way to the roof to just hang. It is a nice night, after all.]

maces.livejournal.com

[Dictated]

( Anyone who knew her version of Wally West/The Flash )
( Bruce Wayne )

[Filters out of the way, Shayera's made her way out and is currently sitting on the outside windowsill of someone's room on the third floor. Journal open, she dictates as the sound of a light breeze can be picked up.]

It's obvious to anyone who's been here for any amount of time that this place is as fickle as they come. "Here today, gone tomorrow" and whatever. How does that affect your relationships with people here? Do you avoid getting close to others, or do you just go on like you normally would?

isthenight.livejournal.com

( Batfam & Shayera )

[ added in later: ]

( Wally )

( town filtah )

maces.livejournal.com

( Town Filter )

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( Lois Lane )

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( 811 Filter )

maces.livejournal.com

[In the kitchen, Shayera's sitting at the table with a glass of some alien looking drink in front of her. Grub free of course. Flipping through the journal, she takes a swig and dictates.]

December is the month for love and joy and peace on Earth or whatever planet you're from. We're being forced to celebrate this by wearing frills, lace and whatever else people were insane enough to call fashion a couple centuries ago as well as make out with random strangers because some birds decree it.

Huh, go figure.

Anyway, smooch inducing pigeons aside, what's there to do around here? I don't mean curling up in a little corner to sip tea and read Charles Dickens. I'm talking a place to get a solid drink, have decent conversation and potentially leave someone with a few less teeth than they started with. That sort of thing. There's got to be a place around somewhere.

[OOC: Open journal or in person, kissing or not w/e w/e. Just let me know. :D]

maces.livejournal.com

[With the aesthetic changes to the castle, the lobby has now acquired a decent sized, fully functioning fireplace! It comes complete with tools and materials for tending to the fire. Next to it is a nicely size stack of wood ready for use.

That, however, remains untouched for now.

In a chair pulled up close to the fire, sits one Thanagarian warrior decked out in Victorian era garb. Her dress is almost complete, sans a few complicated pieces. Such as this for example. Said item is standing straight up by her feet, a few sections missing. Shayera reaches down and breaks off another portion, turning it over in her hands before she dictates.]

Human history is full of war and famine and bloodshed, but I never imagined anyone would be depraved enough to think up tortures like these.

[She tosses the piece into the fire, and the crackling of the flames feeding upon it is captured by the journal.]

[OOC: Journal or in person. :D]

maces.livejournal.com

[Dictation and page flipping go here!]

So, the comm link's down, and the only clue I have as to why my name's on the door of a room in some theme park gone wrong is a magic book that records my every word.

Cute. Really cute. Now cut the crap and someone tell me what's going on here before I go out and decide to make someone talk. The first option is the more appealing of the two. Trust me on that one.

maces.livejournal.com

( Clark )
( Reno )

[Down in the Deathmatch, Shayera's sitting at a table with a glass of something or other in front of her. She seems pretty somber. Is there something on her mind?]

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( Private )

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[Dictated]

( Private )

[A while after the private section was recorded, Shayera is in the gym, training with a punching bag. Strike from both her hands and feet are thrown. It's pretty apparent she's got some unreleased anger to let loose. Anyone wanna spar?~]

paradisamods

[SPIDERS* POST]

[The Border, backdated to dawn:
Team One
Team Two
Team Three
Team Four
Team Five
General Mingling

Right now, characters should be preparing to set out/cross the border into the Dead Zone. They should be arriving at the forest by nightfall. More instruction will follow then :)

Plot Overview / Group Organization ]

[what's up superfriennnnnnds. Yeah!]

Calling in a big favour, guys. All the people going with the spiders into the Dead Zone are going to need a base camp on the border, and we need to get the majority of it set up overnight so they can head out in the morning.

Anyone who can help move supplies, pack food/water, build a temporary shelter, and generally help set up a medical station would be much appreciated.

-------- GROUP THREE + SUPERFRIENDS... BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL SUPER. -------
[Magical timeskip to sometime around 1-2 A.M.!

Out on the border, close to the forest as possible, a small cabin is being assembled by Group Three and whatever superfriends Clark has assembled at this point in time. Supplies are being flown in. Structures are going up. Things are being gone over. STUFF is happening.]

Alright... let's get the roof on.

[OOC: This is obviously going up very late ~~because dis mod had OOC posts to write~~ but it is absolutely totally backtag friendly and open to absolutely anyone who feels like pulling off an all-nighter with Clark's team to make sure the teams headed into the forest have a support system B)

Backtag, threadjack, mingle. You know the drilllll.

If you don't know where you are, CHECK THE GROUP POST. ]

maces.livejournal.com

[In the DeathMatch, Shayera's standing at the bar, back to the room. Her focus is currently on a bunch of bottles in front of her. She's staring at them, clearly confused.]

Strawberry, raspberry, blueberry...

This is supposed to be alcohol, not some sort of fruit spread medley. Why Travis had all of this is beyond me. Though, that does explain the jar of peanut butter with all of these.

maces.livejournal.com

[Dictated calmly]

For people who knew him, John Stewart went home a few days ago.

( Reno )
( Clark )

maces.livejournal.com

[Shayera's sitting at the bar of the DM, journal on the counter beside her. She's got a drink in one hand while the other idly flips through the open book. After a moment, the flipping stops and she dictates.]

Dante's gone home. I figured someone should say something, so there it is.

[There's a little more page flipping before the journal's closed.]

[DeathMatch Filter]

[She turns in her seat to face the person at the table behind her, expression a mixture of slight annoyance and weariness.]

This place keeps getting more and more vexing.

[OOC: Journal or DM, s'all good~]

someoneto-carry.livejournal.com

[There is a group of people out on the courtyard, and they all seem to be practicing fighting. Normally it would be a normal day in Paradisa, but these fighters seem to be all lined up in a group and practcing martial art in...sync]

Oh-oh-oh-oh... ♪

maces.livejournal.com

( Private )

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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