paradisalost | Dec. 9th, 2011

Dec. 9th, 2011

Who: Dave Strider and Jade Harley
What: Meeting up!
When: Backdated to their arrival because Nami and I suck
Where: Jade's room!
Rating: PG-13 because Dave

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itwas-raining.livejournal.com

Who:

gottaknockhard,

itwas_raining,

icarustattoo,

mc_blackheart
What: Spike tried to warn Julia about what happens in Paradisa during Christmas, and then, in an attempt to actually be useful for once in his life, convinced her that they should get out of the castle to avoid it. Did it work?
When: Backdated to December 7
Where: ~~The Love Shack~~ That random cabin in the woods where all the stuff happens. All the stuff.
Rating: Um. PG-13. idk.

( It's a little old place where we can get together..... )

myheartwontgoon.livejournal.com

[Balthazar wakes up on the floor of his room in Paradisa, having no idea where he is, and assuming he is dead because, you know, Cas stabbed him in the back.]

Well this is unpleasant.

[Sounds of shuffling can be heard as Balthazar struggles to sit up from the awkward position he landed in.]

Castiel? What was that for?

[A pause as he looks around.]

Cas? What did you do?

[A sigh is heard.]

Cas, I’m sorry, it was for your own good.

[There is a rustle that sounds like wings, and then a groan.]

Oh for the love of…

[Another pause.]

I’m a bloody mud monkey!

agent-maine.livejournal.com

HEY!

[One little word holds a lot of meaning. For one, it's not directed at the journal, but easily picked up as the book lays unnoticed nearby. The word is low and guttural, but sharp, trying to catch the attention of the nearby guard, but also hinting confusing.]

[Last thing Maine remembered was standing with the team briefing their next mission, and now he's here. He's assuming things went off without a hitch and celebration involved far more beer then he had a right to physically imbibe, but he wouldn't mind the details.]

[[ooc: Loss begin! Open prison/Open Journal!]]

mamadirewolf.livejournal.com

[If anyone is out on the castle grounds this morning, they will notice a new face. At least she's dressed for the weather; in fact, she makes a rather striking figure in her fur lined cloak.

One moment Catelyn Stark was staring at Jamie Lannister’s smug face and the next she was standing in front of a castle, still holding the bloodied rock in her gloved hand. She lets it fall to the ground, staining the snow with traces of the Kingslayer’s blood. Her eyes are transfixed on the castle, but her gaze is distant. Eventually, she comes to the only logical conclusion and speaks it aloud, not knowing that the journal is there to record her every word.]

I’ve gone mad at last.

[It’s hardly surprising. She’s been hanging on by a thread for some time now. And since she heard about Ned…well, she had felt that she might lose her senses, even if she didn’t actually expect to. But Catelyn is a sensible woman, mad or not, and she has no intention of remaining out in the cold, even in her own delusions. So, slowly, moving as a woman within a dream (or perhaps a nightmare), she’ll start towards the castle, the Stark motto ringing in her head. “Winter is Coming,” it went. Well, for her, at least, winter was here.]

[ooc: Kissing is not recommended. It probably doesn't need to be said, but she's not in a good mental place. Open over the journal (it'll catch up with her or she'll notice it) or in person anywhere from the grounds to the castle.]

bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com

[all week, Barney has been wandering the castle, in search of hapless people surrounded by fairies. he has pretty much snogged every single one of them so far - and yet, it is not enough. it's just NOT. he entered into this contest with Crowley and Faye, and he is In It To Win It.

as such, he's trapped one of the fairies. he then put it in a terrarium with a mesh top so that it can breathe, and a little dish with some cookies and milk - hey, that's what you feed Magical Christmas Things - and wrapped the whole thing. The lid has a giant bow on it, and is removable. it pretty much looks like the most beautiful present that ever presented. he's put it on a little table next to the blinged-out Christmas tree, and is sitting next to it in a red suit with white pinstripes. there's a sign next to it:

FREE CHRISTMAS COOKIES
(with donation to the Paradisa Townspeople Fund)

and yes, there is actually a plate of cookies. he's doing something nice for the holidays ... but be careful. IT'S A TARP.]

fashioneighble.livejournal.com

[there is the sound of some hooves on a hard floor, pacing back and forth. the journal is open on the floor of a certain pony's suite ...]

But I had just left Canterlot! How in the world did I get back here! And for that matter, where are all my bags? And this isn't the suite that Princess Celestia so graciously provided for me …

[there's a few more sounds of hooves across the floor as she moves towards the window] And it's … snowing? What is going on here? I couldn't have slept that long … !

[she'll dash across the room to the closet, opening the doors with a bang]

… And none of these are mine, either! In fact, I wouldn't be caught dead in most of this! What sort of prank is this?? Rainbow Dash?? Hello?

[a very indignant, dainty huff and a stomp of the hoof goes here. help a pony out, paradisa?]

beaglehaslanded.livejournal.com

[Snoopy is out in the courtyard today busily working on adding the finishing touches to a variety of impressive snowbeagles. Bother him?]

not-the-dreck.livejournal.com

Who: Asch, Colonel Troll, Bitty Dreck, Melon Woman, and anyone else that just wants to make Asch's day more "fun".
What: Asch arrives in Paradisa. He's not pleased by this.
When: Afternoon of Asch's arrival date.
Where: Outside the Castle.
Rating: Um... PG-ish? There will probably be swearing.

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hellshaped.livejournal.com

[Hellboy isn't stupid.

He's seen people alluding to magical kisses over the journal, and he's even had people warn him about it directly.

But damn it, he can't stay cooped up in his room forever. He's got to make a wreath, after all -- even though Advent is halfway over -- and using ambiguous magic branches for a Christmas decoration just doesn't seem right.

So he's currently walking around in the woods a fair distance from the castle, as that's probably his best bet avoiding, you know, people. And potential unwanted kissing. Anyway, he's looking for branches. An exciting afternoon.

After awhile of not seeing anybody, he starts to feel a little confident. Maybe he's lucky? Who knows. Regardless, he dictates into the journal.]

So has anybody ever actually managed to avoid the whole kissing thing?

[ooc. open for kisses, planned and unplanned! also open for non-kissing CR, just specify in the comment title. :3 ]

demonologist

WHO Winifred Burkle, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, possible kissing guest stars of Stefan Salvatore, Lana Lang and anyone else who wants to drop by.
WHAT Fred and Wes go on a surprise date which goes pretty well until the kissing fairies show up.
WHERE Wes' Residence and the Il Capriccio Italian restaurant.
WHEN Backdated to Monday 5th December
NOTES Backtagging is welcome. Prose or action spam is fine. Threadjacking welcome. Will update tags to get AC credit.
WARNINGS PG-13 for lots of snogging. XD

It was safe to say that Wes was a bit nervous about this date he'd arranged. It was supposed to be a surprise. A way to try to break the dating curse they'd been experiencing by not over-planning it. And so, he'd only talked to Lana about it, getting her to arrange them a table at the Il Capriccio. He'd contacted Fred only a few hours beforehand and had asked her to come to his house instructing her (rather cryptically) to wear something nice. He had resisted her questions and closed the journal before he was tempted to give her any hints.

Fred was stubborn but more than that she had a tendency towards insatiable curiosity. She would come. And hopefully she would also be quite interested to know what he had up his sleeve.

foolreversed

[if you go by the lobby today, you'll find a certain ex-detective all curled up in a blanket, looking out the window displeased. His journal lays open at his side]

M-Man, i-it never snowed this much back home... I-Is t-this what it's like up n-north...? H-Hey! I-Is it always this cold here?!

Sh-Sheesh, this s-stinks...

(ooc: open for kissies, planned or unplanned! :3c And yes, he is being a big baby about the cold and might be exaggerating his own shivering)

ofthefaintsmile.livejournal.com

[Teresa has a soft spot for the snow. It's nice, not ever feeling the cold that comes with it. It lets you enjoy the scenery and allows you the time to make an impressive pile of snowballs, not to ofar from the entrance of the castle.]

Twenty, twenty-one...

[She stops counting and forms another.]

[[ooc: Open for kisses, planned or unplanned! And snowballing.]]

walkinthruwalls

It's been mentioned a lot, I guess, but we're usually all from different worlds. I figured it'd be nice to know where (and I guess when, too) we're all from - I've heard a lot of people here are from New York but I don't think I've met any of you so... census?

[ And now she's writing the little form for you. Enjoy the purple ink ]

Name: From: Originally from (if you've moved): Year before you arrived: Name: Kitty Pryde From: New York Originally from (if you've moved): Illinois Year before you arrived: 2006

You can add anything else too it if you want to.

fluthlu.livejournal.com

( John )

( Dave, Jade, and Davesprite )

[After writing those messages, Rose heads down to the kitchen, with shower-wet hair and a dressing gown on over her pajamas. It's nearly nine o' clock at night, but once there she wishes up a plate of pancakes and makes a mug of hot tea.

She sure looks like someone who needs to be bothered. Possibly with vaguely intrusive fairy-induced activity.]

((ooc: open for fairy-dust-induced kisses, planned or unplanned! also open to non-kiss threads, if you just want to talk!))

whitecovered

[The snow feels familiar to him, but not quite. He just can't shake this feeling that a whole landscape of white and snow should be. But enough of that! There are more pressing matters at hand, such as...]

I fail to see what these...miniscule creatures have to do with such human mating rituals. Odd mating rituals, at that.

[SILLY PEOPLE AND THEIR MATING RITUALS. WHAT IS THIS. Either way, Weiss is going to be wandering/floating around the halls, opting to observe the snow from all the windows instead of going outside (because he doesn't want to get his pages wet.)

ooc: Open to any kissing shenanigans, planned or unplanned ~~though why would you ever.........~~]

black-dog-bite.livejournal.com

[He'd been thinking about what Spike had said a month ago. Perhaps finding a job would be a good idea. Besides, he was the kind of man who enjoyed having something to do in his spare time.

So, you may see him walking about the city, just scoping for anything that looks the least bit interesting.]

In all these events and such, I forgot my own birthday...

[A sigh]
I guess I am getting old.

reset-week.livejournal.com

[snow, hun? well since it's been awhile since he's gone out and just enjoyed himself in the snow, Kaito decides to head outside again. He's not exactly dressed for the weather but that was one of the perks of having Belial's fire powers - internal heating whenever he wanted so he's quite comfortable as is.

but the fairies are quite interesting. hummm...]

You guys wouldn't happen to be related to Pixies, would you?

[naturally, they don't answer but Kaito still laughs.]

Guess not.

[ooc: open for kissing, planed or unplaned, or just general threading.]

technohap.livejournal.com

[Henry is hold up in his room. Since his first kissing, he's decided to stay out of people's way and try and build something with the tech he's already wished for.]

Urgh...You make me so...

[The door and the journal are open so all can be heard.]

((Open for planned and unplanned kissing. Henry will just be flustered and sorry.))

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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This will end well

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[Action; Open for unplanned dog kisses]

RAWR!

XVIII.

Some Enchanted Evening

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