paradisalost | Jun. 30th, 2011

Jun. 30th, 2011

[Lilah speaks into the journal, trying to hide how annoyed she was by the whole situation.]

As nice as a week and a half cruise was I definitely could have done without coming back to the castle being a wreck. And more specifically, my own things being wrecked.

What can I say? I like my pretty things. I'm selfish that way. Sure, most of them were wished here, so it won't make them as expensive or hard to replace as they would be at home but that's really not the point.

More and more I can see why people move out of the castle to get away from it's whims. Or did the people living in town come back to their places being ransacked as well?

[Town Filter]

[The next day, she gets up fairly early and heads into town to start looking in the options available for moving out of the Castle. And work she could within the city to support these efforts.

Feel free to run into her on the streets, or in a cafe where she's looking through a few papers of notes for herself, or maybe at some of the different housing options. At any of these options, she'll be seeming rather determined and focused. Coming back to things being in such bad condition at the Castle was her final straw. She didn't really like leaving herself open to random acts of fate.]

[ooc: Open like an open thing either over the journal or in person! I decided to just combine the two things I wanted to do in one post so to not spam the community.]

arrowonthewind.livejournal.com

[After returning to the castle and seeing it had been ransacked, Alleria's first thoughts were to the quarters she shared with her sister. Alleria herself did not have many possessions, of course, but to have their privacy invaded and desecrated like this --

It was unimaginable, unforgivable.

She began her ascent up the stairs to the seventh floor, but as soon as she reached the third, she stopped. And went down the hall.]

( third floor )

[ooc. feel free to catch her on her way up, or on the third floor!]

rocketchair.livejournal.com

( ALL TROLLS + HUMANS FROM HOMESTUCKVERSE )

toerags

I, for one, am happy to see this wench of a castle. Sorry, my fellow cruisers, but dry land is my companion and the air my best friend. Though, I was wondering if you cruisers still wanted your necklaces we scored from the island. I'm in the business of collecting. [ And if only you could see James, wearing as many necklaces as he can and holding a few umbrellas from his drinks. Many of them are broken. ] And anyone else? I got these tiny umbrellas that are looking for a few best friends. Dunno what the pirates got, but if you've scored any unwanted loot, James Potter will gladly take it off your hands.

And whoever raided my room, I hope you find a broom shoved so far up your - [ The journal closes in his fit of anger to only reopen: ] - can't sleep for a week. [ James doesn't suspect a thing. ]

It was a pleasure sunbaking with you all. Though, I'd prefer to have been pirating. Didn't quite like those green things taking over the boat.

☻ happy

cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com

It's funny, being so vulnerable was kind of... invigorating. Each time the castle does this, I feel that same sensation.

Like I've been let out of a cage I've been stuck in, with no discernible way out.

A brief respite.

Anyway, just how many of you were left behind this time?

sworn

( Private )

dupable.livejournal.com

[In the middle of the hallway on the third floor there is bathtub.

In the middle of this bathtub stands a distraught looking young man.

He looks left.

He looks right.

He looks down at the bathtub beneath his feet.

For a moment he almost seems at peace before...]

AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!!!!

oftheforsaken.livejournal.com

( Private )

http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/

Who:Fred and Wesley
What:Fred discovers the state of her room
When:After returning to the castle
Where:Fred's Room
Rating:PG 13 (Possible Language?)

( Read more... )

zone-of-truth.livejournal.com

[after determining that his patient notes were safely locked away and not harmed by the pirate invasion, Sweets is wandering around to see if there's anywhere he could be of use -- and not in a shrink capacity. Unless you really need it, in which case -- he's available. For sitting and talking.

he's also got his journal with him too, where he's flipping through the pages to try and catch up on everything that happened]

Maybe it's a sign that I've been in the castle too long when I can appreciate it's sense of adventure.

I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing.

☻ curious

twisted-baroque.livejournal.com

[dispite the outcries and general annoyence at the trashed castle, one person is at least enjoying himself.

there's a little boy wandering around the castle, dressed like this (wings and all). he seems pretty excited to be here and is examining everything he can get his hands on. it's all new stuff for someone that's spent most of his life in a hospital, after all.

but there was something bothering the little boy as well. where was his brother...?]

[ooc: child loss is on and open. replies will come once I'm done class :>]

inafadingcrown.livejournal.com

( Friends, allies, and acquaintances )

[Filtered away from the First Gens, those who would aid them, and any others hostile to the residents of the castle]

[Her tone is business-like. Crisp and direct, with the clear expectation that you will pay attention.]

We should all count ourselves fortunate that the damage was as minimal as it was. And yet something still weighs upon my mind. Have any given much thought to the meaning of the image placed upon the walls of the lobby? It would put me more at ease were we to attempt to contact Lente. I should hate to think of harm coming to her because of her dealings with us. It would be poor repayment indeed for us to ignore the possibility of peril for a potential ally.

However, we know that, by her own account, her journal is inaccessible; it would seem that our only option, should we wish to speak to her, would be to return. And I fear that doing so would only serve to place her, and ourselves, in more danger. We have some allies, however tenuous, outside these walls, do we not? Mayhaps they would know of these events. It might be wise to contact them. [And this would be an invitation for you to pipe up with your thoughts. Agree, disagree, tell her she’s being paranoid, offer to be the one to do it, whatever.]

[And these filters were added in shortly after discussion began.]

( Lente )

( Flora )

[ooc: Apologies for the time fail and slow tags here. My brain was not working well enough for strategy and diplomacy last night.]

modernholmes.livejournal.com

Tch, so annoying.

[Conan is rummaging through the debris in his room and attempting to locate his other shoe. After some searching he finds it hidden under the remains of his pillow and slips it on with a sigh of relief. It was comforting in a way to be equipped like this again. During his time as a prisoner of the Navy he'd had more than enough of being trapped with no way of defending himself. He makes a mental note to sleep wearing his shoes from now on.

Now that all of his gadgets are back in place he reaches for his journal and scrawls down a quick note in deliberately childish handwriting.]

Ne, does anyone know about the people who made this mess? It was mean of them, wasn't it?

[Some time later the boy will be slowly making his way to the clinic as he'd promised. Between his injury and the need to use a crutch he is not making very fast progress. Feel free to run into him anywhere along the way and scold him for trying to make it there by himself.]

3-butterflies.livejournal.com

[she is happy that her friends are back safe and sound, and that she's back to being a pony, albeit now one with a scar hidden under her fur, but there are still troubling issues to settle.

Like, you know, sharing a room with the one you gave you the scar. So she's wandering the halls, looking for a new place to sleep, since she can't very well share a room with Courage anymore. She carries the journal on her back, open so she can speak. She meant to filter this to her bronies but doesn't know how.]

Is everypony all right...? I'm really glad this is over...

... Um... Do you know where I can find a new place to sleep...? I... I can't really use my old room anymore...

thatsmy-niche.livejournal.com

[There's the sound of a thud. The soft kind of thud of a journal falling to the floor. And there's a door slam. And moments later there's a crash. And another one. And another one. Glass meeting a hard surface. Oh, there goes another one. This goes on for a bit, and then there's a long long beat of silence.

Then there's music, and it's blaring loud. Something rap with a hard beat behind it. And the forgotten journal is found...]

For all y'all who don't know? This place is a BEE-YOCH. Yeah? Got it? Don't forget it.

[For the record? Hardison sounds very, very pissed off. And bitter.

And...he's going to start singing. Over his music. If you could see him, his arms would be outstretched and he'd be dancing a bit.]

♪ Paradisa's a big fat beeyoch, faa-laa-laa-laa-laa-laa-laa-laa.
Sophie Devereaux's left the ho-ouse, faa-laa-laa-laa-laa-laa-laa-laa ♪

[and...another crash.]

WOOOO!

[and silence for awhile. He even turns down the music.]

( Sophie (AKA private) )

[and he sits here, and closes his eyes, as he's finally starting to calm down some. Sorry for the loud wakeup, folks.]

lifewithoutrest.livejournal.com

[She was beginning to go stir crazy. There was a reason she only vacationed every seven years. She needed to stay busy.

Granted, she's been exploring the castle, browsing the library, trying to find out something, anything about this castle and its intentions. But it's hardly the same. This isn't her work. This isn't what she'd dedicated her life to, and she wants that back.

She doesn't know how much longer she can tolerate this.]

And how exactly does one occupy her time around here (when the castle isn't toying with our lives) when she has no patience for relaxation?

molecules

[ In Room 1111, Floor 11, the sound of glass shattering can be heard in the background. Piper's accidentally blown up a vase. ]

[ Without realising the journal is open, Piper can't help but grin at the display of her power. ] Glad to see that's back.

[ But the grin doesn't last long. The glass isn't the only thing that's trashed. Her whole room is!

And poof! there goes one of the lounge chairs in her room. The stuffing shoots up from the cushions and rains on the floor. It's good to know her powers are back full force. But the state of her room? The state of the castle? Has Piper flipping out. ]

The first time I lock my freaking door and my stuff still gets broken. [ Isn't this supposed to be a safe place or did she just incorrectly assume that among the losses and the world changes, this castle actually respected it's residents? ]

Where can I get a fancy security system? Can I just wish those up?

[ She sighs ] Maybe I should move out of this place.

☻ frustrated

walkinthruwalls

[ any noise that you can hear in the background would be Kitty cleaning up. Sheesh, it was one thing after another with this castle ]

I'm glad that I don't have much stuff, at least cleaning up after whatever happened won't take too long.

How's everyone doing after the past week plus? Even with what it was part of me still thinks it could have been worse. I'm just glad to be back, and to be wearing my own clothes again. Being out there made me miss and appreciate real food. I don't think I've had a proper home cooked meal since I've been here. I'll definitely be spending a lot of time in town this week having food that isn't fruit and slightly fresher. Anyone want to join me?

[ Logan ]
There's interest.

psych0p0mps

( Action, Room 1102 )

[Slightly panicked, she pops her journal out of her sylladex and dictates a hurried message.]

um
rory youre a nurse right
or i guess anybody who knows time lord first aid
not that its an emergency or anything but it would be just super great if you could come up here
i dont think hes dead yet

saccharosium.livejournal.com

Who:

athousandmen and

saccharosium
What: Meeting each other on opposing lines
When: Evening of June 28th (before the rescue)
Where: Purgatorio prison
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence and verbal abuse from both sisters

( through all the tears and all the lies )

beltbucklerebel.livejournal.com

[the first 24 hours after their return had been spent putting his room back in order. It was an upsetting violation, but he'd dealt with worse. Currently, he's sitting at one of the bars in town, a glass of scotch close at hand, thinking over the week's events.]

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why the army is better than the navy. Just saying.

At least most of us seem to have made it out in better shape than the castle did. Not sure if that's a win or a lose.

( Friends, acquaintances, and people he'd worry about )

( Bones )

just-a-cycle.livejournal.com

Not a moment's peace.... [ Well, it starts with a nice little rendition of quiet rage. And then proceeds to morph, because Jet doesn't really... do quiet rage. ]

...in this ridiculous, bullshit castle... a man can't have a moment's peace!

[ That is a metal fist hitting a table, because someone is most certainly pissed- that old hand of his is possibly the only good thing he's noted since returning, even. What kind of lowlife does someone even have to be to overturn bonsai trees? What kind of magic castle doesn't even water the things while it sends the caretaker out to play pirate to start with? No, no. Jet's calling personal foul on this one.

And action is indeed open to all- whether it's still on the ship, wandering the hallways taking in the damage, or even if someone feels the urge to head on in through his open room door while he's starting to set things to rights. ((j- just pardon my slowness, as there are definitely still world-change backtags I must see to.)) ]

hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com

[Someone isn't a happy camper today. Why? Well, she suspects this castle is screwing with her at long last]

I've seen all types of losses come and go. Since I'm new, I've been wondering - typically, how long do these temporary losses last?

[She tries to pretend it's out of curiosity instead of mentioning that she suspects she's lost her ability to tell lies. A very important skill that she has need of from time to time]

[ooc: Today marks the beginning of River's first temporary loss. She's lost the ability to tell lies. If asked a question, she has to give a truthful answer - to the best of her knowledge. Encase anything asked messes with canon further down the road when the new episodes come out, I'll just attribute the errors to her memories being tampered with by the Castle as well]

fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com

I...

Uhm...

...Count? Like in the places where there are lots of people and they all got lost so you have to make sure that they're all there and I'm here so you shouldn't be lost and anyway being lost isn't so far away here...

One~!

((ooc: Open like an open thing. But she's totally looking for her friends. Replies might be slow, I have tah go tah work :( ))

fluthlu.livejournal.com

[Right now, the list of things that Rose never wants to do again probably looks a bit like this:

1) Spend eleven days at sea.
2) Sail over a waterfall.
3) Spend eleven freaking days at sea.

Coming back to the castle only to find that her entire bedroom appears to have been spray painted neon yellow? Just the icing on the cake.]

I believe “overkill” would be the correct word for this.

((ooc: backdated to yesterday because mun is a derp who forget to click “post entry”; open over journal or to the thirteenth floor.))

soupbender.livejournal.com

[For any that are near the lobby, there is one (1) girl from the watertribe wearing charred oven mitts on both of her hands. She is pacing slightly in irritation and occasionally dropping the journal.

Her voice is shrill.]

My loss came back. [A pause.] If I set anyone else on fire this week, I'm apologizing in advance.

aliencatcher.livejournal.com

[Dib has hardly noticed the wreckage. He's busy trying to figure out this castle thing now that he's back. No one's explained anything to him, but thanks to intelligence, an incredibly obvious loss, and his tendency to talk to himself out loud, he's figured out a lot already.

Now he has some theories, and it's time to see if the castle in general has some insight. This time with less spastic yelling.]

So, there's this world I seem to be incapable of saying. I could say it fine back home, and I can still say other stuff that means the same thing, but whenever I try to say this particular word, it just... won't come out. Has this happened to anyone else? Is there a reason for it?

And what was with the random pirate thing?

( Filtered to everyone who isn't Irken )

iswaswillbe.livejournal.com

[ Private | Crowley's room ]
Hello, Crowley.

[Some time later after He's done traumatizing Crowley. For today at least.]

[ Filtered to the angels and those who were once angels ]
This is where you've been all this time. [A chuckle.] We have much to catch up on, my children.

((OOC: He won't be responding through the journal jsyk. :3 Threadjack all over if you like. Yell, panic, hide in Gabriel's room, use Aziraphale as a meat shield, whatever. YOUR BOSS IS IN THE HOUSE, GAIZ. WHAT DO?))

chatroomnurse.livejournal.com

( Action, Rm 1612 )

I should introduce myself.

I'm Sonohara Anri. It's nice to meet all of you, and I hope we get along.

[It sounds quite like she's practiced this a few times, and she says nothing else. That's it.]

[[OOC: New Anri is only semi-new. A few people have already run into her (Percy, Toothless, Mid, Hinata, Natsuki, Zoro, Legato, Sasuke), but for everyone else, she should be new. And she would like to apologize to Legato. Just saying.]]

hiccuphaddock.livejournal.com

[Hiccup's voice is dry and incredibly sardonic.]

Soooo, does anyone else find themselves missing the ship as much as I do now?

--and has anyone seen Toothless?

aspectoftime.livejournal.com

[Good morning, Paradisa! Now that you're all back from your sea adventures, a new giant addition to your wondrous land has arrived.

In the sky above the castle, a cloud of glittering sand announces the great dragon's arrival, his body strangely translucent as he soars high above. Beating those mighty wings, the trailing flow of sand collects around the dragon and helps him take a solid shape - bronze and gold mixed with sandy tan and quite contrasting crystal claws. He hovers for a moment, as if thoughtful...

...and then it is like someone pressed a rewind button, his actions going backwards until he disappears once again.

A heartbeat later, and the leviathan reappears, this time keeping his see-though form and taking another path around Cair Paradisa. The sand still remains around his form like millions of tiny fireflies, and his large wings stretch out widely to catch an upwind and remain aloft. Snorting, the dragon tilts his head slightly...

...and then rewinds again, each movement going backwards until he's gone once more.

The third time he reappears, the Timeless One beats his wings twice and then soars towards a nearby cliff, landing with a rumbling sound. Nozdormu is huge - slightly bigger than his blue brother - and as the sand helps him to become tangible again, he turns his gemstone eyes towards the sky.

Unlike some of his siblings, the Lord of the Centuries' entrance is quiet - but right on time. Come bother him?]

[ooc: Permissions post for time powers!]

☻ thoughtful

ofmywill.livejournal.com

( Stocking )

( Pharos )

[ And for the peanut gallery...well, he's not really sure what to say at large. But there is one, very pressing need, brought on by sleeping in a goddamn hammock for ten days. Or rather, not sleeping. ]

...I'm going to bed.

domeanthings.livejournal.com

[Tex had been meaning to go about her normal business-shoot at things, wander, shoot at things some more, insult Wash-but she's found herself with a new wrinkle to deal with. Namely, the fact that her helmet is on fire.

Bright blue flames. Just kinda there. They don't seem to be doing any damage to her own head, but she's not about to go poking at it. Though it does give her an idea...]

Hey, anybody seen that jackass Maine around here lately?

[Even if attempting to set him ablaze via headbutt turns out to not work, maybe she can just try to scare him off trying anything for awhile with it. Which would be why she can be found in the main lobby, just hanging around and people-watching.

And being slightly on fire.]

siebter.livejournal.com

[ Dictated through the journals, as usual. ]

Guess what? For the first time ever, I finally got to see the ocean! It was so big, and really pretty, and it was kind of cold when I walked in it. But it was really neat! Maybe someday, if I ever have to leave this place, I'll live by the ocean. That way I'll get to be near it all the time.

But I know it wasn't fun for everyone, being on the boats...you guys are okay, right?

{ ooc; disappearing for a bit, but will be back later. }

lostbirth.livejournal.com

[ he's in his room now, contently writing down in a journal separate from the one paradisa gave him. there's a smirk on his face, but you can't see it. there's no noise, nothing, except for the soft scratching of his pen on the white paper. what he's writing, he won't say out loud. it's a secret to most, to almost all but a select few. they should know who they are. ]

azure-guardian.livejournal.com

( Colette )

playdohsmash.livejournal.com

( Private to Ned. )

slicesanddices.livejournal.com

( Mohinder )

Looks like a goddamn hurricane moved in while we were gone.

Too bad we didn't catch 'em in the act.

Coulda been fun.

[Logan's definition of fun would not translate to very much fun for them.]

Guess Kitty mentioned we're openin' up Danger Room training. We'll see how this goes. [He sounds less than optimistic] So if you've got some kinda power or ability and you're lookin' to sharpen your act, this is a limited time offer. [in his mind, at least]

tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com

[After a long, violent journey, she's finally back in this hellhole she calls a home. Her way up the stairs has shown her just how much of a wreck the place was left in, and she fully expects her room to have not been spared.

Good ol' room 1601. She opens it and sets down her trident and sack of souvenirs, tossing her journal onto the table, not caring that it's opened itself up. Just as expected; everything is strewn about, opened, violated. Greasy fingerprints on everything too.

This is when she notices the real crime. There's graffiti on the covers of her gradebooks. Oh hell no. She opens them, eyes widening as she assesses the damage. It's not pretty, ladies and gentlemen.]

MY GRADEBOOKS! HOW DARE THEY!

[No filters, no restraint. Hope you liked having working ears, Paradisa.]

[ooc: Backdated to the whole messy times yesterday. Back to your regularly scheduled castle funtimes.]

colorlesschild.livejournal.com

E-everyone made a mess!

They took our candlesticks! A-and Cotton got out!
Come back! AAAaaaaaaaaaaa...

[Sora's quite busily wishing them back into being, lining them up to try and fix the church. Ffff why you do this, house of God, etc etc etc. Also chasing his rabbit around. Feel free to be amused at kid scrambling around the church. And you faithful folk are welcome to come to try and pray... But I think the pews are gone. How'd they even take those?]

demonlordling.livejournal.com

[Well, that's a disgusting noise.
Ciel may or may not have his pretty little head drooped over the porcelain god.]

I despise ships... Nothing good ever comes from them... At least there weren't any bloody zombies this time- [Ew, again.]

This is humiliating- urgh. I hadn't even eaten bananas...

[Give him a moment to refluff himself and pretend he didn't just spend his first hour back in the castle with his face in the toilet.]

Perhaps while we were gone, the thieves on the vessels were here. I'd say they got a fair amount of bounty. I wonder if what they took will remain or vanish outside of the castle? Hmm, hmm.

Not much to do but put everything back together, I suppose.

[Don't look at him. That's what butlers are for. But he's going to pretend to be helpful and start... righting all of the teasets. Yes, really. He's not about to degrade himself trying to pick up an armchair. At the very least, since he's had healthy ~~writhing souls~~ meals, he's now got a bounty of energy to work with.]

hatesdolls.livejournal.com

Well.

Sucks for you guys, doesn't it? Seems like places outside of the castle were more fortunate, but I figure if you haven't learned to not live there already, this isn't going to change much.

cunning-carrier.livejournal.com

[Alex is currently speaking from one of the upper, outside roofs of the castle, looking out over the damage to the exterior and castle grounds.]

Let me get this straight, I land in the middle of some strange pirate excursion, only then it turns out you're not pirates, just people in a weird circumstance. So we go through all of that crap, only to wind up making it back here, which is apparently where you people lived, before.

THIS is your home? It makes me miss the ships, this place is a dump. I really hope it looked better than this, when you left it.

[He hops down to a lower level, using his claws to rappel down the walls.]

Anyway, like I said before, I'm Alex. Alex Mercer. Am I supposed to find myself a room, in this place? What about the town around us? They looked perfectly fine.

cloakand_danger

[Filtered away from First Gens]

What do we know about the people who attacked the castle while we were out? Did they leave anything behind that we can learn from?

[...He sounds kind of pissed off.]

[/filter]

[Friends]

...Anyone know something about repairing wood? [The books are kind of a loss, as are the plasma globes, but maybe the cane is salvageable...]

yeahihidmypants

Who: Oliver, Tess and Elektra
What: Oliver takes care of his wimminz. Basically, the girls were on Route B and he was on Route C. So now he'll try to pamper them. Pancakes, non-destroyed things, and baths.
When: The first night back at the castle proper
Where: Oliver's room.
Rating: PG13

( The one where Oliver takes care of his wimminz. )

formersocialite

Since arriving here over a month ago, I've had my eyes opened to a lot of things. Sometimes I think that I'm dreaming and that I'll wake up at home in my bed.

My world is normal back home: no magic, nothing supernatural at all. I suppose I'm just a little cautious about venturing outside of the castle because I'm afraid.

I know that I shouldn't be because anyone I've spoken to have been friendly and helpful. One of my closest friends that I've made here is a talking pony for example.

I just need a little more time I think... [there's a pause before Vivian writes in her journal again:]

Does anyone else ever feel like I do? Or has done so in the past?

☻ curious

fastest.livejournal.com

( Private )

( Church Filter )

[ ooc; Church filter's open to anyone who would be visiting the church, too! :> ]

bogusmagic.livejournal.com

Hi, I'm Freelancer York, from Cair Paradisa.

I am Nagato Yuki.

We're here to talk to you all about a subject most of you are already familiar with, but may lack the finer details about. That's right, folks. Today's subject is pirates!

Pirates are defined as individuals who engage in war-like acts against others while at sea. It is distinct from privateering as it is not sanctioned by national authorities.

Pirates mostly seemed to do this because they were ill-tempered. This was because most of them had scurvy.

Scurvy is a disease caused by vitamin C deficiency. Symptoms include but are not limited to: malaise, shortness of breath, bone pain, myalgias, jaundice, gum disease, oliguria, fever, neuropathy, convulsions and death.

This is why we brought all those lemons and limes onboard with the supply runs. Of course, what kind of pirate likes to eat fruit? This is why they invented grog, which is a combination of the essential citrus and a pirate's favorite drink: rum.

Rum is a spirituous liquor made from the sugarcane by-products that are the result of boiling - molasses and foam. Distillation and fermentation techniques are used to create it, and it is typically aged in oak barrels.

Also, it tastes like paint thinner with a little sugar and gets you wasted really fast. So pirates are also notorious for making bad decisions, like letting birds and monkeys onto their ships. Several Paradisans found this out firsthand.

Delta was a parrot for the duration of the event. Monkeys also seem to be a popular animal onboard pirate ships in novels.

When pirates weren't stealing these animals, they purchased them. Some of you may have noticed that the coins out there weren't Caisos - they were dubloons and pieces of eight.

'Dubloon', Spanish for 'double', was an 8 escudo gold coin weighing approximately one ounce. Pieces of eight was an 8 reale silver coin, also weighing approximately one ounce.

I know I wasn't the only one who kept some coins. We might be able to tell something by the symbols on them. Which brings me to my next point: the symbol of a pirate. As all of you on the attacked ship are painfully aware, the most common symbol of a pirate is the Jolly Roger. This is not the same as a Jolly Rancher.

... What is a Jolly Rancher?

It's a candy that supposedly has fruit flavor, but you can mostly tell them apart by the color.

I see.

The original skull and crossbones design was created by several pirate captains, though variations can include other objects or a modified design. The first written instance of the term 'Jolly Roger' occurs in Charles Johnson's A General History of the Pyrates, published in 1724. The flags indicated to nearby ships that the crew did not adhere to normal rules of engagement, and therefore could be considered hostile or dangerous.

And speaking of hostile and dangerous, harpies are fucking bitches.

That about wraps it up. I hope you've all learned a lot about pirates and, just maybe, a little bit about yourselves. This is Freelancer York, signing off.

Nagato Yuki. The same.

ascensional.livejournal.com

( Private )

( Abel Nightroad )

rhymebell.livejournal.com

[Rhyme's enjoying her day so far. Despite the horrid wreckage, she's just walkin' along, doing everything she can to avoid being down. Hey, just gotta look on the bright side, right? So she's not going to worry about it. Not just yet, anyways.....]

{{OOC: Loss Start! ~~Please wait for Neku to trigger said loss,~~ tag and threadjack all you want!]]

advisortype.livejournal.com

I don't know about you guys, but...

I'm never setting foot on a boat again. Trashed castle or not, it's solid. Maybe now I can keep down solid food again, too.

queendramabitch.livejournal.com

[well, back to the same-old same-old. The Arcanine is snoozing on its bed, the cats are off somewhere being cats, Lucy's drinking a glass of wine on her sofa. Today's ink is sapphire blue]

I suppose all that was nice enough for a vacation. Was the jailbreak terribly exciting?

lawyerlarry.livejournal.com

[Filter written in mid-morning:]

( Lorne )

[and later, early evening, Larry sits down in the music room and opens his journal and begins to play...and sing...

His voice doesn't quite make it to the last word or two before breaking off. When he's done he'll just sit there for awhile in the silence, and then he'll close his journal and leave.]

( Room 1101 filter )

drugged-chai.livejournal.com

Oh no...

[A soft groan of frustration as Mohinder takes in the state of his lab. The sound of boards moving and heavy equipment being moved about ]

I don’t suppose there’s anyone good at electronics?

kinky-stopwatch.livejournal.com

[Ianto sighs raggedly as he puts the photo of the Torchwood gang back on the wall. His frown deepened as he saw Paul’s CD on the floor. He reached down and picked it up checking for scratches.]

God this castle really...

[He trails off in hurt frustration before sighing softly. ]

Does anyone else need help tidying up?

( Barney )

( Delerium )

( Jack )

videres.livejournal.com

( private )

( sylvanas )

brokencoffeepot.livejournal.com

[Standing in the hallway, Rinzler kicks at a piece of broken technology outside the room officially marked his.

Clu will not be happy about this when he finds it.

Flipping through the journal and listening, it sounds like they weren't the only ones to suffer from this. Ah well.

Might as well wander the halls a bit more and survey more of this damage.

Those vandals did a number...]

guidance.livejournal.com

( Private )

gevurah

( church filter )

mouthiness.livejournal.com

SO! I'm not the only one thinking about moving to the city, right? I mean, I could use the added security. But you know, it's not that much safer. That place has gotten as much damage as the castle has. I'm surprised it's still standing, actually.

Oh yeah. I found my cat though. But now I'm out of tuna.

( Guy from yesterday (AKA YORK) )

its-worthdoing.livejournal.com

[There is a bit of the Sorcerer's Apprentice happening in Willow's room right now, with one magically animated broom and dustpan hard at work in the corner. It is about all she can manage right now. There had been much overextending during the rescue, and their landing the night before was not exactly of the warm and fuzzy. She is taking a rest, propped on her bead enjoying the novelty of something called sheets]

And in conclusion to the many, many movies watched in Xander's basement and almost never-ending debate? I am now certain.

A pirate's life is not for me.

nocturnalrage.livejournal.com

[Toothless was so glad to be his old dragon self. So glad. He was a bit less glad about being trapped again, though. Well, the dragon was no less stubborn than before, as was evidenced by his arrival in the lobby. A look of solid determination was on his face, and not even the residents in the lobby could sway his attention.

For a moment, he stood there, looking at his enemy.

The doors.

Once he'd sufficiently sized them up, he laid his head fins back and growled, baring his teeth. It almost seemed as though he'd do nothing but stand there and taunt the inanimate objects.

But all at once, he sprang into action. His legs pounded against the ground as he closed the distance between himself and the barrier within milliseconds. A high-pitched whine droned throughout the area, and he leapt.

A huge blast erupted, completely obliterating the doors and sending shrapnel everywhere. The night fury emerges from the smoke on the other side. A loud, proud, and joyous sort of growlish roar erupts from him as he spreads his wings and takes off.

The journal that was with him was very close to the doors, so the sound of the blast coming through the journals is... Very loud, to put it gently. It records Toothless' sounds of joy, and afterwards, his ungainly squawks as he fails in flight and crashes into the trees and ground. In the midst of his excitement, he forgot that he... still can't really fly. Whoops.

Oh, also, Paradisa residents? You're not going to have doors to the lobby for about a day. Have fun with that. Bolded to emphasize how much of a monster Toothless is.]

bowiesque-basic.livejournal.com

[Though at first taken aback by the incredible display of nature upon his arrival, Castor has settled in somewhat, and has begun to find this new word rather refreshing.

He strides through the castle halls humming tunelessly and nodding at those he passes, beaming his 1,000 watt smile, regardless of their reactions. If anyone seems particularly interesting and/or interested, he might stop for a brief chat, but this is essentially a relaxed scouting mission.]

Hmmm...

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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