paradisalost | Jan. 10th, 2010

Jan. 10th, 2010

14thkuzunoha.livejournal.com

[Raidou is on his way out of the castle. He's got the last of his things in a few bags. And while he is more than happy this is over and done with, he's not looking at the castle.

He's going to his place in the city. His detective agency.

He's going to put everything down on paper. Everything he remembered. Everything that happened.

Everything.

And then he's going to file it and move on.

If you wanna catch him on his way out, by all means, come and claim him.]

my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[the Companion Cube was tired. Too much destruction, too much scattered and conflicting energies everywhere. It had been silently panicking when the Castle came tumbling down, until everything got quiet. Then, it stopped panicking and got quiet too. It stayed quiet, until midnight rolled around, and it found itself in its hallway again.]

Oh. Good.

Everything is better, now.

( accidentally filtered to the Castle itself )

bakehimcakes.livejournal.com

These past few days have been taxing on everyone. Though we in the clutches of the castle town did not know it then, those of you who remained worked bravely and tirelessly to set things right again.

And so, though the castle stands again, I would like to congratulate all of you who put their efforts into stopping its plan. You rescued us from an awful fate; for this, I cannot thank you enough.

Everyone, please have a wonderful evening. You've earned it.

Sincerely With Thanks,
Princess Toadstool

~Peach

hatethatsong.livejournal.com

... Nope. Definitely not drunk enough for this shit.

apologeticangel.livejournal.com

( Private )

( Professor Sage )

( Yuan and Kratos )

( Friends )

Everyone who was free from the castle's control... thank you so much for saving us! If not- well, we're all very grateful!

[she pauses again. She's a bit sleepy, but she feels she needs to ask] If there is anything that anyone needs, I'd be happy to help however I can! Maybe if you need a talk, or you don't want to stay in the castle tonight... I, um, I still have a house in the city I think.

[there is another mew in the background] Ah, are you hungry? Okay, we can go to the kitchen.

[ooc: first note, if you've ever exchanged names with Colette ever, you fall under the friend category. I'm not even kidding. Second, she is in the kitchen making hot chocolate and getting cat food for her kitty, feel free to run into her down there too]

khaji-da.livejournal.com

It's like Paradisa loaded from a savepoint or something.

vengefullight.livejournal.com

[One minute he's with his pets outside, the next his pets are back in his room and he's back sitting at the DeathMatch bar, his journal by him and wearing that damn pirate hat. He pauses, then sighs in irritation.]

Castle Wonderfuck, indeed.

So we gonna hear that creepy voice saying we're stuck here forever again in a few hours like last time?

flack

Goddamn magic castle.

( [Friends] )

( [Room 805] )

☻ worried

rideslightning.livejournal.com

[And he's back in his room, with a cup of tea in his hand just as he was at the point they returned to. He stares at the tea, then glances around his room. Oh good, his tea cups were brought back already. He gives a sigh, looking at the journal.]

That was... interesting, to say the least.

( Noel Vermillion and Sol Badguy )

mysticalvender.livejournal.com

I guess this is as good a time as any to offer up Caritas as a safe place to stay, if you don't want to stay anywhere else.

...Assuming no one, you know, sets it on fire or anything.

I'll set up some cots, anyone who wants to crash here is more than welcome.

fiveby-five.livejournal.com

[Room Filter]

[Flashback to New Years Eve. Faith had spent the night drinking and showing Reno what "new" could really mean. Cut to now, she finds herself shirtless, but still bruised from tearing down the castle, and sitting on the stomach of a confused looking redhead

Oh shit]

What--

[where did the whole 'outside in the cold looking at rubble' scene go? And her shirt?]

Red?

[OOC: Obviously placed back to when the switch happened]

chaoscontroller

( private )

( Sonic the Hedgehog )

( Rouge the Bat )

priestish.livejournal.com

( PRIVATE )

[the journal is picking up the sound of movement from Abel's room.

anyone passing through the Satis tower on the way to the church or just hangin' out in the vicinity (for whatever reason) might notice a great deal of rummaging and tossing about of things. one Father Abel Nightroad is tearing his room apart in search of something. drawers are upturned, contents of closets on the floor outside of them, papers scattered over the desk and table.

Abel is digging, digging through the drawer beside his nightstand crouched, before he makes a noise of frustration and slams it shut again, leaning back against the side of the mattress and burying his face in his hands.

he'd lost it. somehow, he'd lost it. he needed it, and it was gone...]

God, please don't tell me, that I've...

[ooc: Abel got a loss change after being pistol whipped by Esther and dragged out to the Dead Zone during the event; his new loss is his memory of Lilith's image. he's looking for the photograph he got for Christmas, with her in it D; open for in person/journals]

looksthisgood.livejournal.com

[here's Gus, sitting against a random doorway. Slouched against it. He has two juice boxes in his hand and a wicked hangover. But..this wasn't right. He frowns]

My supersoaker! [waiiiit...] I did do that, didn't I?

[shifty eyes] The castle...we...it's...

[and a Gus lip quiver of dooooom] I don't understand.

[because yes, New Years Eve had Gus wandering the halls drunk and alone, carrying his two juice boxes, until he passed out right where he now is. And the journal is open in his lap from late night rantings.]

☻ confused

jack-maid.livejournal.com

[this is not an entry in her Paradisa-provided journal, but rather written on a separate sheet of paper]

( private )

hyper-thief.livejournal.com

Ya know what... I'm starting to not like this castle. Ugly, disasterrific monster.

imaginates.livejournal.com

I just wanted to start this off by apologizing to everyone. This isn't the first time I've been brain-washed. I'm just glad I didn't hurt anyone, ... besides Yorick. Sorry, Yorick. Sorry if I worried you any of you guys. Or said something stupid.

I'd also like to give a special apology to Donna for embarrassing her. If anyone's got any ideas for me to make up it up to her, I'm open to them. Uh, I meant PG ideas, by the way. PG-13 at most.

Still trying to wrap my head around what happened, but it's definitely a big reality check. I used to think the people in town were products of the castle, still worth protecting, but not quite ... real, you know? A girl I met in town has a journal that's the exact same as ours. A good chunk of us suddenly turned into mindless-drones over night and started making lives in town way too fast. Our past, our relationships... they just faded into the background. I don't know what all of this means, but if those people down there need our help, I fully plan on helping them in any way I can.

( Yorick )

All of you vultures who came swooping in to swarm around my girlfriend as soon as they got the chance? You can go back to the perches you came from. The guy who got engaged to some town-girl and dumped Donna over the journals wasn't me, obviously. ... Well, it was, but it wasn't my fault. But I plan on breaking the news to Rosalyn, don't worry!

( Claire Bennet's friends )

save-the-souls.livejournal.com

( Private )

It's strange that the castle repaired itself so quickly...then again I admit I'm glad I didn't have to make a trek back from the Dead Zone so I don't think I'll complain about that. [a small laugh] It's rather cold out there.

Anyway, I'd like to thank everyone who helped in saving us, we owe you so much. Without you...we might have been damned to that city forever. Thank you.

And even if I didn't have control, I'm sorry to everyone that I made upset by leaving for the city. I didn't mean any of those things I said, and even though I do want to go home...I don't want write you people off so carelessly. So I'm sorry, I hope something like that never happens again.

zone-of-truth.livejournal.com

( [To Castle] )

( [Patients] )

For those of you who don't already know me, my name is Lance Sweets. I'm a psychologist.

I know that most of you don't want to think about what happened over the past few days in too much detail, but I figured I would be remiss if I didn't at least extend the invitation. If anyone should need someone to talk to, whether it be about what happened with the castle, or anything else for that matter, my door is always open. I'm in Room 1606.

☻ contemplative

deceivingbrat.livejournal.com

( private )

( gil )

( jack )

( ukitake )

( colette )

[ oz is quietly thinking to himself near the lake. you'll probably notice he lost the "omgsohappy" air around him but if someone is to point that out, he'll instantly put on his facade. maybe. bother him to your hearts content ]

[ as usual, bother him in person or via journal. doesn't matter /o/ ]

blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com

...If this was Groundhog Day, that would've made more sense.

not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com

[She didn't spend last night in the Castle, because all kinds of creepy right there, not to mention incredibly frustrating. That kind of frustrated you get from a punch-to-the-gut, mocking 'even if you manage to take me down, it won't change anything' matter.

Which is why she's currently seated in her TARDIS absently eyeing a bottle of vodka. It's been a while, but this somehow seems like the right occasion.

The journal picks up a muttered 'here goes nothing', and then she tips the bottle back aaaaaaand nothing. Happens. Ladies and gentlemen, she finally found her Loss! And she's not happy about it, because the next thing the journal picks up is the bottle smashing against the far wall.

And then, quietly:] Bugger this. I'm going for a walk.

[If anyone wants to catch the Doctor outside, feel free. Her bright blue shirt is not exactly camouflage (and yes it is short-sleeved, what of it :|). Otherwise, she'll... either wind up at the library or just keep walking.]

charmandsmiles.livejournal.com

[groans] What happened? Did we crash? I don't remember....Kate? [he hops up and glances at the view screen to double-check where he is -- and he sees the mountains of Paradisa, since the TARDIS is back where she was on New Years]

You have got to be kidding me. [siiigh] And I was having such a fantastic day, too.

[grabs his journal and carries a still unconscious Kate off to the med bay. Once she's situated;] Oi, you lot! How long was I gone? What've I missed? [pause] Anybody know why we're in the mountains again? I could've sworn we left.

parasited.livejournal.com

[there's a chuckle dictated over the journal as this guy skims over everything he's missed since being away from his limey host and fills the rest of the gaps in from combing his memory, but at the end he's just sound increeeedibly amused as he taps his pen on the journal]

This place just gets more and more interesting... I've learned a lot more here in the last two months than I ever have back home in my world.

It seems that the castle fixing itself has put a strange bit of text in my room though. Is anyone familiar with the term "Cruxis Crystal"? Someone's written an awful lot about it down on paper.

[[ooc; THANKS FOR THE GIFT BB♥]]

☻ amused

onlyanapple.livejournal.com

And so ends another episode of Pointless Adventures in Paradisa. It seems the castle isn't above making us drink the Kool Aid. Good to know. I hope mine was lemon-lime.

( Castiel )

chimingbell.livejournal.com

[suddenly finding herself back in the castle when midnight gets here, Karako stares at her surroundings in confusion]

Eh? What just--...

[the sound of the journal being grabbed, with footsteps in the background]

Everyone all right?

yesyesiam.livejournal.com

-Means that I love you.

[there's an approximately 3 minute pause as he notes that A) his band members aren't around and B) now he's on an outdoor stage] Hm... well, that's a little odd. [and then he restarts the song from the beginning]

[After he's finished he hops of the stage and starts wandering towards the castle]

happygokori.livejournal.com

Mm- [there is a pause as a certain Tamaranian opens her eyes…] Eek! Where am I? [there is a faint tinkling sound as she frantically flies to the center of the room] Robin? Raven, Beat Boy, Cyborg? My friends, where have you… where have I been taken?

I will- [there is a frantic pause as she searches for her communicator] My communicator? It has vanished! Ooh... I fear I am very lost.. Although, this seems very much like the illusions of the Mad Mod, has he imprisoned us again? [there is another tinkling sound as she charges up starbolts] I shall not be detained, and I will find my friends! Please, my captors, release me this moment!

[and with that she blasts the poor door off its hingest and kind of... stares at it awkwardly] This is not a prison?

brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com

[The journal records a few pokes from something sharp that leaves a little pinhole. Then there's a new dictated entry. Nothing loud, or long, just a simple;]

Now, what is this for?

[A moment later, it records a gasp, and then the sound of tiny, tinny feet running away

[For anyone on the seventh floor, there's an 8” Stitchpunk running around. She's being stealthy, so you might just catch only a glimpse. She seems to be running from something, stopping every so often to hide in a shadow and look behind her.]

[Every time she stops, even if it wasn't there before, a journal appears near her. She seems more frustrated than afraid, but continues to try and lose its' trail.]

shotapope

[He was scared, nothing at all made sense to him right now.]

Th-this isn't Rome... it i-isn't Brno e-either.... Where am I? N-no one is here... n-not even Uncle.

[He paused trying to think of how he may have gotten to this strange place.]

I don't u-understand, am I a p-prisoner? D-did something happen during Uncles c-coronation?

[He paused again, this time much longer. Then suddenly there is an exclamation of shock and dread.]

Th-this couldn't be the E-empire could it!?

youfingwhore.livejournal.com

[ If there's one thing that Church has learned over the years, it's to expect things to go to hell. And expect the unexpected. Finding himself in Paradisa could count for both of those things. ]

I have no idea what I was expecting when I jumped into Wash's head, but it sure as hell wasn't this...

[ Church looks around the room he's in, incredibly confused. This didn't look anything like-- okay, maybe comparing Washington and Caboose wasn't the best of examples. But still. A room like this? Wasn't exactly what he'd imagined the mind of a cold, once-insane, slightly psychotic bastard with a stick up his ass would look like. Something more... institutional was what he'd been expecting. ]

Hello? Anybody here? Why the fuck did I agree to do this, again?

[ He moves to look around the room and then stops. ]

What?! Where the hell is my body?!

intothelake.livejournal.com

[ everything is dictated hesitantly ]

I'm--

[ alive? in a very comfortable room? getting these sheets dirty with my filthy clothing? ]

How did I get here? I only remember..

I've never see the inside of a castle, but I imagined it would look something like this. Everything looks so beautiful.

[ and shortly after leaving the room with the journal, Freya's found herself wandering through the lobby barefoot. by the look of things she's definitely had better days, but she's worried less about her tattered dress and the dirt all over her and worried more about what this place is ]

These are not Camelot's walls..

givingchase.livejournal.com

... Uuuuuh... Kairi? Riku? Guys?

[Just some silence as he shuffles around... then a tut, then a sound that is most definitely a facepalm.]

Aw, maaaaaan, are you serious? I just got them back, and we were back where we were supposed to go, and then everything was supposed to be fine. Jeez...

... Well, it's square one from here. [A cracking set of noises as he stretches.] Guess I'm looking for some people first. Talk about the shortest trip through the darkness ever. Wonder where I ended up this time... Hello? Anyone?

bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com

Wait. So ........ This means I have to RECONGFIGURE To The Nines ALL OVER AGAIN.

Thanks a bunch, guys.

And hey, Awesomeness Committee people? I don't wanna hear any of this "I'm sorry I got brainwashed" crap. I want you to get on up here once I finish this place ... again ... and grab a drink. Because clearly, we need to make something awesome happen pronto.

lessthanstelar.livejournal.com

[Subaru has enough reason to want to get away from the castle lately, but he knows he shouldn't stray too far from the grounds alone. So he's just taking a walk in the chill, visualizer over his eyes more to keep out the snow than anything else. Of course, that makes it just that much easier to spot one of the giant robots-- Gino's Tristan, to be exact!

The kid breaks into a run as he goes to get a closer look. They can't hurt you when they're in park, right?!]

Oh, cool!!

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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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