paradisalost | Jul. 23rd, 2010

Jul. 23rd, 2010

call-me-hatter.livejournal.com

Well. Charlie'd be right at home around this place.

....As would my great-great-grandfather, judging by my closet.

[and then there's a noise of interest, as he does more looking at his clothing options, and when he speaks to his journal again, he sounds downright gleeful]

....Not too bad so far, really.

[Hatter has hats. Really rather outrageous hats, with feathers in. That he's apparently been given permission to wear in public, based on the number of them in his closet. He is a happy man.]

notrobingdmt.livejournal.com

[There's the noise of a closet door opening, and then the sound of a palm meeting the flesh of a face.]

You've got to be kidding me.

[Guess who's annoyed at seeing his closet full of a costume he'd thought he'd left in the past?]

No way in hell I'm wearing that again.

[[ooc: This is one of my many birthday presents to myself fffff. Yeah, the costume that seemed so awesome when he was a kid isn't so much anymore, sorry Ollie.]]

just-the-pilot.livejournal.com

Hey, people from home. You know what I'd like to see? Jayne trying to find something to wear right now.

...And then I'd need a video camera that would actually work, so that might be a problem.

But it'd still be pretty funny.

cricketycricket.livejournal.com

[the journal picks up a cry that's caught between shock and anger, and then the sound of something heavy being knocked to the ground - the Doctor has knocked over the chair his clothes were set out on for him]

No. No, no, no. I am as much for chronological authenticity as the next person, but I REFUSE to wear that. I flat-out, absolutely, indubitably RE. FUSE.

[a moment's silence, and the soft clack of hangers and fabric as he sifts through another closet]

At least there wasn't the mask to go with it, too... AH. Much better. [with that, he'll get dressed properly, in something nice that's a little less long, black, and traumatizing, and start writing]

Well. I apologize for that little commotion, but I woke up to a rather cruel surprise on the Castle's part, in the way of wardrobe. I can only assume that something is going to happen, now that things have changed. The TARDIS is without power, but can still serve as a sanctuary, if any of you feel the need...

((OOC: Go ahead. Search "renaissance doctor" on Google Image. Look familiar?))

echivoc.livejournal.com

[the journal opens to just silence. nice, quiet, kinda creepy silence before he speaks up]

My cigarettes are gone. [a sigh of annoyance, before the sound of a cork being popped off] At least we still have wine.

wolvenmemory.livejournal.com

[‘Sup, Paradisa, there’s a new stranger loitering in your castle's lobby.

For those characters curious enough to wander around, you’ll find Irvine leaning against one of the lobby walls, watching the comings and goings of the servants, people, or whatever else the castle tosses his way with an apparently neutral passiveness, though his interest is anything but passive. His arms are folded, and his eyepatch has been carefully stowed away into one of his pant’s pockets, as it’s nothing but useless now, and would probably draw more attention than it was worth. He is all ready of the opinion his clothes make him stick out enough – why the hell is he even wearing them to begin with? – though perhaps not, considering the attire others are wearing. The journal is also stowed away into a bag he found, now slung over his shoulder. He didn’t want the journal, but it had his name on it, so he figured it must be important.

A few seconds pass and he moves, casually shifting his weight onto his other foot but not much else.] …Don’t remember being briefed about this. Either they wanted to keep this a cute little surprise, or… [He shakes his head, his voice quiet enough to ignore, but loud enough to catch if you’re paying attention or passing by.] Well, guess I’ll find out soon enough.

[ooc: Open for dictation or in-person.]

wearethemeta.livejournal.com

[[ooc: Backdated to start of World-Change]

[The journal picks up the high-pitched whimper of what sounds like a lap dog, and then a low growl from a more meaty, deep chested dog. The whimpering subsides, and for a moment there's silence.]

[Then, there's a sharp intake of breath as Maine wakes up, and another moment of silence as it all sinks in. Though any sane person would rejoice in suddenly not finding themselves in a high-security prison, Maine instead is immediately aware of his lack of armor,]

No.

[Rustling as he gets out of bed, movement, dog nails on flagstone and that high-pitched whimper again]

No ... Not again. Never again. Where is it?

[That deep-throated growl again, rumbling from the chest of a very angry dog.]

[Frantic now, furniture moving, toppling, fabric torn, tapestries ripped from the walls, a skitter of nails and angry barks as dogs move out of the way.] Where is it?!

[Footsteps grow louder as he nears the journal, and then there's a moment of only shallowed, panicked breathing, Omega growling severely in the background.]

[As if coming to a realization,] Washington. Washington ... [Now acutely aware that, the last time things changed, Meta went lumpy and Washington didn't. That, in addition to the Washington's recent interrogation and probing that was breaking him down even further, made Maine desperately aware of his current vulnerability.]

[Omega's growling in the background turns into angry, guttural barks, and is joined with a chorus of the other dogs into a loud mess of noise, howlings and yips and rumbling barks. Maine grabs the journal, screaming into it with his own deep, gravelly voice,]

Washington, what the fuck did you do with OUR armor?!

Clinic Filter
[Much later, after this exchange, Maine staggers into the clinic, arms torn and bleeding. The dogs follow, Omega constantly growling, but the others submissively quiet. Maine's weak from blood loss, and hardly coherent]

brdskllwarrior.livejournal.com

[7 had entirely planned on staying in her room until she had the whole pants thing figured out, but the cheery castle maids had other plans, and in the end she found herself shunted into the hallways.]

[Muttered,] I hate this castle.

[She's wearing a long white flowing gown, with bronze adornments and sweeping, bell-like sleeves, her expression and movements disgruntled and uncomfortable. Obviously, she should be bothered.]

[[ooc: open post!]]

quackaccent.livejournal.com

[pages open to a THUNK, followed by a light, ducky sigh.

there's some faraway noises--squeaking, even, like a shopping cart wheel needing some serious oiling. then--

THUNK.

THUNK.

rustle, rustle, THUNK.

another sigh.

muttered:] That oughta be a good enough start, but it's gonna take a million years t--

Awk?

...[irate:] Cut it out, you no good stupid litt--WAK-!! [a series of thumps.

and as before, any text of duckyspeak will be incomprehensible.]

whiskeyless.livejournal.com

It can't be him. It can't... Not here. Please. Let it be a glitch, a hallucination, some trick. Anything but him. I can't--

[trails off into frightened sobs. She won't be coming out of her room anytime soon, probably]

jammin-with-ed.livejournal.com

[Edward is skipping around the castle, checking out everything. Her dress is so far undamaged. The sound of her bare feet slapping on the stone floor stops as she spots a particular door. Stepping closer, the realization hits her and she pulls her journal out of the pouch hanging at her side]

( Rorschach )

Her journal in hand, she turns the knob, slowly opening the door. Peeking inside, her curiosity turns to joy and she lets out a squeal, running into the room]

Sobek!!

devilmarked.livejournal.com

Fuck this, I'm going back to sleep.

berserkism.livejournal.com

The Summer Festival

Harken, young and old...! Olde? Olde! Ye young and... olde! Yes! To the Midland's annual Summer Festival! The streets are alive with music and crowded with patrons and vendors and merchants and gypsies and performers and nobles-- well, you get the point, don't you, lads?

The smell of food (and sweaty bodies under the summer sun) is everywhere around you. Laughter and dancing are around every corner; the townspeople are in high spirits and invite you to take place in the many attractions scattered about the city. You're one of us, Traveler! Come and take a load off. Have fun, and celebrate another year, another summer, another beautiful day in Midland!

Care to delve right into things? There's plenty to do! Try your hand at some Jousting, if you're brave enough. The winner is said to take quite the lovely prize...

Or how about the fighter's ring? Test your meddle against off-duty knights or toughened drunkards hoping to make a pretty penny off of the winner's prize, if the clink of gold coins in that purse is tempting!

Or maybe you're more of a foodie? There's tents and shops and little stands set up everywhere with all the old-fashioned goodies you'd expect. Pits are roasting pigs; bakers are wafting the aroma of delectable sweets and breads through shop windows... No man will go hungry today!

Maybe you'd like to get your fortune told by a gypsy? Or peruse the art merchants peddling their fine wares? Would you rather stop and watch the fire-eaters and jesters harkening passer-bys? There's so much to see and do, you'll never want to go home, kids.

At the end of the night, things will settle down with some music, dancing, and tales around fires lit across the city with plenty of alcohol. Get plastered and tell some embarrassing tales, folks.

[ooc: ~~Just give me a moment to set up sub-sections,~~ ALL SET UP - go wild! Feel free to post in here or mingle in your own posts elsewhere if you have something in mind. All vendors/performers/fighters are free to be NPC'd. Go cray cray! Have fun!]

cooksforladies.livejournal.com

Who: Splooji Seta, Yukiko Amagi, Legato Bluesummers
What: fffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuu-
When: Saturday, 7/24/10, some time in the early evening / afternoon
Where: In the city.
Rating: PG-13 / R

( "This isn't a bad change. No zombies, at least." )

shotapope

Th-the feeling now really is m-more like a fairytale. The k-kind with knights and princesses that get r-rescued, and m-magic and faeries and....

Does that m-mean there will be s-something e-evil that n-needs to be slain by the h-hero?

ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com

Now, whose world is this?

If I were stared at just a bit more, I'd say it reminded me of home. As I've yet to see anyone cowering behind their doorways at my approach... I have to ask.

Most changes here are familiar to some of us, right? Is this one of the exceptions?

inkyprophet.livejournal.com

[it's lucky that he's got such a strangely good handle on his thumbs. he's drawing something across the entire two pages of the journal, mostly just a bunch of scribbly, shadowy figures. people? animals? it's hard to tell.

the solar eclipse at the top is pretty easy to figure out, though.

he stops halfway through one of the shadowy... things... and suddenly starts mumbling.]

Late. Too late, too late...

goddamnrobin.livejournal.com

Who: Dick Grayson (

goddamnrobin) and Dick Grayson (

knightprodigy)
What: Two Dicks in a lobby.
When: July 19th, after this and this and this.
Where: Lobby.
Warnings: None.

( ... )

exanimatus.livejournal.com

[said through a laugh.]

Great. Things are getting interesting.

( Mansion Crew )

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"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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