paradisalost | Dec. 29th, 2011

Dec. 29th, 2011

excalibured.livejournal.com

[There is no way this won't end badly. The polite smile on his face is more of a forced grimace, and he's already lamenting to be loss of stable ground. He's spread his feet shoulder width apart and linked arms with Elena, for as much balance as they can muster]

Remind me once again, why I have agreed to this idiocy?

[Elena laughs it off] Because you, Arthur, are a gentleman -- and even if you had declined the invitation, you would have still come to check up on me. Am I wrong?

[The roll of his eyes is sharp, as is the glare he sends in the way of a skater who gets far too close to them] Only because you have the grace of an ogre, it would be remiss of me to inflict you upon the poor, unsuspecting 'rink' goers.

[She will feign hurt, moving to swat his arm] An ogre? I am beginning to reconsider your status as a gentleman.

Then I suppose I should be grateful that your opinion holds no actual bearing upon my status. [But he can't help snorting in vague amusement, before his next move forward was a bit too quick and he causes them to wobble dangerously]

I would not.. Oh!

[And she is going to catch his arm in an attempt to steady him -- which only ends in tragedy as, with a startled cry, one skate slides one way and the other follows. And down they go if he isn't quick enough to catch them both!]

[The problem, he supposes, with being an actual gentleman and being around someone like this, is that he's gotten far too used to catching her before she hits the ground, righting her and continuing on their merry way, like it's second nature. Of course, when he swings himself around to do this, he succeeds in doing nothing but causing their heads to crack together. The force sends him reeling backwards, and with his hold on her arms sends them crashing hard into the ice. Flatly]

Ow!

[[ooc: backdated to before paris is over, feel free to stumble on this hot mess, or here it over the journals. tags will be slow as lj is still giving us some trouble]]

checklisting.livejournal.com

[ It's been about five minutes since the castle residents got back from Paris. Time for a new ~~pony~~ person to make an appearance!

The journal is, naturally, open as the castle's newest resident comes to. There's the typical gasp of shock, the sound of clamoring, and... hooves on tile?

These sounds are shortly followed by an almost hysterical girl's voice. ]

This isn't the library! What's going on?

It almost looks like Canterlot, but that can't be possible. We're not supposed to go there until tomorrow, and I would certainly remember if we set out early...

Is this a prank? [ She actually begins to sound relieved there. ] It must be. Rainbow Dash? Pinkie Pie? This is all your doing, right?

[ And, after a moment, she begins to sound panicky again. ]

No, this is way too much for a prank.

[ And then... a smack. She just smacked herself. With a hoof, yes. ] No, pull yourself together, Twilight! You have to figure this out! There's obviously magic at work here, and magic is your special talent! You can do this!

[ Somepony please interrupt her. She's going to go crazy. ]

assassino

( Claudia )

[Here's that deep, heavily-inflected Italian accent again!]

Salute.

What is modern-day Firenze like? Venezia? Or, for that matter, all of the Italian region? So few of the people I speak to seem to know much about it, yet in my time, it is one of the richest and most powerful regions in the world.

Paris still had la Notre Dame de Paris, which existed in my time, but I wonder... is the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore still standing? What of Piazza San Marco? Paris is protected by an entire country, while the city-states of Italia have no such defenses.

I imagine people will grow tired of my questions, but I have no patience for books.

totesadorkabull.livejournal.com

uMM, i CAN SEE THAT PEOPLE ARE TALKING OVER THIS, uHH THIN BOOK, tHROUGH WRITING THINGS,
sO IF SOMEONE CAN READ THIS i NEED SOME ASSISTANCE, mAYBE,
i'VE FALLEN, a LITTLE, aND i DON'T THINK i CAN GET BACK UP RIGHT NOW,
mY FOUR WHEELED DEVICE ISN'T ANYWHERE, tHAT i CAN SEE, aND i THINK i NEED IT, aGAIN,
bECAUSE MY LEGS AREN'T WORKING, aND ALSO THEY FEEL KIND OF, uMM SOFT,
lIKE THEY AREN'T METAL, aNYMORE,
(tHEY WEREN'T METAL, lAST i REMEMBER, bUT THAT WAS DIFFERENT, aND COMPLICATED, uHH,)
iF THERE IS ANYONE WHO ISN'T BUSY, i WOULD APPRECIATE, iF YOU COULD HELP, a LITTLE,

((ooc: text permissions post in case anyone missed it))

encryptedlock

[Filtered to people who thought they were residents of Paris, but have been in Paradisa before]

So. Did you guys make it back?

Ed? Father Abel?

[/Filter]

[Reno Browne]

Just wanted to make sure you made it back okay.

[/Reno Browne]

[Wash, Six, Rookie]

...I'm not shedding any tears over Maine's car accident, but if you guys want to check in on him I guess he's in the clinic.

Carolina's still asleep, too. Hoping this is a temporary thing. [Left unsaid is the worry that she'll wake up with more memories.]

[/UNSC filter]

[And for anyone else wandering the halls today, York is doing his usual job of updating the CastleNet floor map. Feel free to bother him!]

mogitate.livejournal.com

And now we're back here again... Does this place do that a lot? Am I ever going to get used to this, I wonder...?

...Oh! I forgot! I haven't introduced myself yet!

My name's Love Momozono! I write the O like a heart! It's nice to meet everyone!

valorandmettle.livejournal.com

Who:

valorandmettle and

paradisa
What: After Legolas's "adventure" in Paris he finally awakens in Paradisa. He has reverted back to his natural state but finds himself losing balance and being a lot more clumsy than usual, something he had previously put down to being human.
When: Today (after everyone returns to Paradisa)
Where: The Pietas Tower
Rating: Suitable for all (but be warned, there is some big angst in this post :x)

( Read more... )

hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com

Well, Christmas didn't pass quite the way I expected it would. I mean, who could be prepared for a trip to Paris? Or a job as head of security at a museum.

But I digress. It's time for presents.

( The Doctors )

( Amy and Rory Pond )

( Helen Magnus )

( James Watson )

banished_dame

Right.

So... all the weird dreams've turned out to be real.

That bit where they tell you, well, least from what pieces I can puzzle back together - but they say you forget.

But... I've been - [She's not even sure if she can consider it gone because she wasn't back home, but she certainly wasn't here. Not in the castle.] - away.

Anyone wanna scan my brain? Maybe some sonic something 'r other?

(ooc: I am still tagging the log posts at her bakery and her starting to remember, so anyone is welcome to still tag those - I just wanted to get her journal entry up, since I know a lot of people didn't run into her in Paris.)

swordbearing.livejournal.com

[Caterina has a flurry of emotions going on right now. Grief is the most dominating. She lost her peaceful life, she has no idea where Abel, Alec, Cain, Gunslinger, or Lilith are, and she remembers everything her loss allows her to. The need for revenge, the pain, and tragedy; everything. There is one thing she must do before allowing herself to properly give into the grief that threatens to overwhelm her though. She has to do something to protect the future people who may end up in this situation from the horrible truth.]

[dictated | filtered to the residents who went to Paris but, against anyone who would use this information for evil purposes]

[Caterina's voice is tight with sadness and righteous anger as dictates. She is close to tears and it is painfully obvious.]

I don't know how many of you remember this voice. That isn't important right now. There is something I must say while I have the chance to. I beg all of you to take this all to heart.

I remember everything. More importantly, I remember what some of you did while we were in Paris and being deceived by the castle into believing we were always there. I will not name who did it but, one of you thought it was fine idea to tell one of us that our lives were a lie. I cannot even begin to describe the pain that it caused us; the horrible questions it raised. To have to seriously consider we may not be real flesh and blood human beings...just illusions....

There is no worse Hell. Consider this your one and only notice, residents of Cair Paradisa. If you ever dare to repeat such a cruel action during our next "outing" you will deal with me. I will see to it something just as horrible and unthinkable befalls you.

( Alec )

( To anyone who cared for Alec during her absence )

( The women of the castle with the exception of ones who cannot keep the subject matter a secret )

nyochhavar.livejournal.com

Who: Abel Nightroad and Lilith Sahl
What: Regaining their Paradisa memories
Where: Floor Six
Warnings: I don't think any will apply, possible eye bleed from tl;dr? EDIT: Now there are warnings for marital nudey times.

( Log ahoy! )

lord-wizard.livejournal.com

Who: Felix, Ashura, Dextera, Mark, Nora, & Fenris (& YOU?!)
What: A small Christmas gathering
When: Sunday, December 25th
Where: Felix & Ashura's Paris apartment
Note: If your character is acquainted with Felix and wants to have been invited, please feel free to tag in. Action or prose is fine. Sections provided for your convenience. :>

( Read more... )

tunafanatic.livejournal.com

Who: Haruhi Fujioka and Tamaki Suoh
What: A date in Paris. :T
When: Before the end of the plot!
Where: .. Paris!
Rating: G, maybe PG at worst?
Warnings: Lots of derp.

( Let's hope this LJ cut thing works on LJ mobile. |D )

Posted via m.livejournal.com.

huffythedragon.livejournal.com

[So, Spike had a pretty eventful day yesterday. He turned back into a dragon, Twilight came back to the castle, and he piled all the birthday and Christmas gifts he got from other residents into a giant pile. Getting SO MUCH STUFF was pretty awesome, it sure beat the one book he got from Twilight.

Content with his hoard, he'd gone to sleep. Waking up, however, has brought him a rather odd problem. Going from two foot to five foot tall was sort of a giveaway that things weren't exactly right. So, he dictates into the journal in a slightly panicked tone]

Guys, something really weird has happened to me. I'm suddenly a whole lot bigger than I usually am, has that happened to anyone here? I don't know [and then, suddenly, his voice is a lot deeper, cutesy little kid tones are GONE] what's happening to...

What's going on?!!!!

[And it's not just that, a little pull in his head is telling him to get MORE THINGS. And so, after his little freakout, he's left his room to go in search of things. Could be YOUR things]

[[ooc: Loss start! Journal or open if you want him stealing your stuff]]

waterbends

( Zuko )

Posted via m.livejournal.com.

knightprodigy.livejournal.com

[There's the sound of a creaky door opening, followed by a pause, a deep breath and then a heavy sigh.]

Home again, home again...

[There's a papery 'thwump' as Dick shuts his journal. I guess someone's lost their 'jiggly-jog' at the thought of having to unpack.]

{OOC: OPEN over JOURNALS or IN PERSON if that's your bag.}

neverplays

Who: Mindy Macready & ~~John Eastwood~~ Dean Winchester
Where: Mindy's room.
When: Today!
What: Dean comes off his loss. Mindy loses the best Ken Doll she ever had.

Mindy was concerned. She checked his room every day when she'd come back from patrol. The nameplate still being on the door was a good sign. That small reminder told her that Dean was still a twelve inch plastic representation of himself, complete with accessories. She had been upset when she kept trying to wish for clothing for him and getting flannel shirts and dark button downs. She thought he was classier than that.

She got Brock to make him Kevlar, giving him protection against everything except armor piercing rounds. (Hey, sometimes Barbie got mean.) The castle gave him a black truck to drive around her room and she filled the back of it with as many weapons as possible. When she realized that he could be someone on a loss, it made a bit more sense. She stopped trying to get him different clothing from the castle and just dressed him in whatever had been already handed down to her. Maybe he liked looking like he was going camping all the time.

She didn't shove him into the front seat of the truck and hurtle it toward a wall. She didn't shove him in a drawer to simulate solitary confinement and she didn't water board him anymore. Mindy was actually nice to her new doll. Then there was speed-dating. It was when Mindy found out just who her Ken doll was.

She'd never met Dean Winchester, but she was well-acquainted with one Sam Winchester. Arch Enemy Number o1. The asshole that had locked his dogs up, leaving them to suffer. Mindy still missed Hekyll, but Jekyll lived on and it wasn't her fault that some maniac had killed him.

With Mindy fully aware of just who she had in her possession, she tried to make things even better than they had been. She broke into his old room and checked out his surroundings, trying to figure out what made the guy tick. In a way, her father would've been proud of her. She was putting herself into the mind of her target. Not that Dean was a target, but still.

However, when Paris came and went and Dean was still a doll, it worried her. Now she spent her day trying not to play with him. Worried that whatever she'd done to him on his loss had broken him somehow. She left him on a chair in the corner of her room. She'd move him every once in a while, but she wasn't sure what to do. She definitely didn't want to take him to Sam and admit that she might have ruined his brother.

In an act of desperation, Mindy found one of her Barbie dolls that still had all of her limbs. (Look, sometimes pretending to be an Astronaut isn't the best cover for a prostitute.) She dressed her up in a bathing suit and sat her down next to Dean's doll. If anything, he'd have some plastic company.

"Sorry, she's probably not very smart. I blew up Lawyer Barbie last week. This is just some beach one. She's not even a dog groomer." With that, Mindy left him to be and moved on to finish working on fixing her costume.

borgiararity.livejournal.com

[ There is a lady in flowing renaissance garb wandering down your hallways, Paradisa.

Lucrezia is peeking through doors left ajar and knocking on closed ones. She has stowed her device in her coat pocket and it turns on to catch her muttering timidly through the open doors. ]

Pardon me, I have been searching for the--master of this house. Only to thank him for his hospitality, of course, but I could not seem to find him. Perhaps you could help me?

Hello?

[ ooc; open for action and/or audio. ]

punk-emperor.livejournal.com

[So Kanji spent most of his time in Paris being withdrawn while he tried to make sense of complicated moral and ethical issues. He's still brooding actually, but things are about to change.]

Screw it! I can't freakin' go on like this. Just gotta bite the bullet and do this shit.

So, people I know, anybody wanna hang out this afternoon or tomorrow? Play games or watch movies or whatever. Best cure for feelin' down is hanging out with friends. Hell, even if we don't know each other, nothin' saying we can't fix that! So what do you guys say? We could have like a movie night or shit sometime.

[That's pretty much it, except for a few private messages he pens off after a few minutes.]
( Private messages to Feferi, Adachi, and Eridan )

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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