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scourgeof8seas.livejournal.com

[ The "gr8" Marquise Spinneret Mindfang has found herself in a castle, somewhat out of the blue, along with a mysterious journal. After a moment of inspection, she has discovered a variety of different writing styles and - no, it can't have possibly just spoken to her. She is simply shocked by her sudden relocation, that must be it. Either way, it is certainly a curious artifact. Past experience tells her to be wary, but a compulsion to chronicle her journey takes over her.

She supposes that, if nothing else, this will help her understand this journal - and perhaps this mysterious castle - better.

She finds a spot to sit as she writes, on a couch in what appears to be some sort of lobby. And then she begins. ]

I appear to have found myself in a foreign loc8tion; a castle as far as my eyes can discern. I do not remem8er how I came to 8e here, nor is it clear why I am here. Last I can recall, my ships were under siege 8y the Neophyte Legislacerator, yet neither she nor my crew are here. This is unlike any sort of prison I have had the pleasure of knowing, so I cannot imagine that I have 8een captured. Yet I cannot yet conceive of another option.

As of now, however, I am free to move around. I 8elieve that I shall take this opportunity to explore. If my luck continues to persist, and I am confident that it shall, I will hopefully find myself with a reason 8efore the day is through.

[ She nearly closes the journal here, to stand up and explore as she had written, but a curiosity keeps her tied to the open page. Normal journals, of course, do not change without somebody writing in them.

But Mindfang is not dumb enough to assume that this is anything that might qualify as "a normal journal." ]

supertwo.livejournal.com

[ to anyone looking outside near the front gates, it would look like a boy just appeared out of thin air riding a weird-looking flying bike. To Superboy, it looks more like the zeta gate to headquarters just messed up and now he's hovering outside some giant castle.

And with a quick check, he finds that his earpiece is missing, too. Batman's going to be pissed off at him. Again. He doesn't really care, okay, but it's the principle of the thing. Not giving him reason to lecture. And stuff. Unnoticed by him, his journal falls open on the Super-cycle's dashboard as he drives the Cycle in small loops. ]

Okay... This is new. [ let's just... land here, okay, so we can both look around. Gates. Forests. A huge weird castle. Once he's dismounted, the cycle transforms back into Sphere and gives a string of confused beeps. It's probably got the journal jammed between two plates or something. ] Did you do this? Is this New Genesis?

[ oh there are humans over there ] Guess not.

[ooc: I forgot to mention! A few seconds after he arrives, the S on his T-shirt is going to disappear. ]

bubbleglub

I'm not really sure where I am but I think it is absolutely crabtastic! And I think I've figured this journal this out! Oh wait, this isn't right yet...

[ Give her a moment........ ]

)(--------------ELLO?
Y-ES!
)(e)(e)(e t)(is is muc)( B---------ETT-ER!
I'm not R-E-EL sure w)(ere I am but t)(is all seems really ---EXCITING!
Just I don't )(ave my gills anemonemore and T)(IS IS A PROBLEM!
I can't glub like I used to!
Glub.
Glub.
Glub glub sig)(.
It feels very unnatural and forced...
I )(ave to control t)(em now but not glubbing is just weird!
I don't t)(ink I like t)(is very muc)(. 38(
Well, I t)(ink I'll just look around for a bit and worry about that later...
T)(IS WILL B-E A FUN ADV-ENTUR--------------------E!

[ And this will be Feferi, going door to door testing whatever door that wasn't locked. What was personal space? She has to meet EVERYONE!!! ]

galactic

( Cut for length! )

syntax-error24.livejournal.com

[ With a loud bang! sound, a small figure appears in the courtyard holding a laptop in one hand and a ball of sparking energy in the other. Dairine bounces a little to test the planet’s gravity, then frowns. ]

This isn’t what the imaging routine showed. Did the Pullulus throw us off course?

[ Shouldn’t have. That spell was ridiculously advanced. Then again… the dark matter was supposed to affect wizardry eventually. What if it happened sooner rather than later? Dairine looks around, hoping to distract herself from that line of thought when she realizes… ]

Roshaun? … Roshaun!! [ Dairine’s voice raises a few octaves as her searching becomes more frantic. OK. Problem 1: she doesn’t see Roshaun. Problem 2: her necklace is missing. Don’t panic. Don’t— Yeah, she’s panicking. After a very deep breath, she deactivates the energy spell and sits in the grass, rubbing her eyes with her hands. ]

This is officially the worse transit I have ever taken. Including my Ordeal. Spot, I need you to message the others. And Roshaun. I’m not rerouting this transit ‘til I know exactly where he—! [ She looks at the screen, now displaying the words Addressee is not in ambit. ] What.

[ OCC: Open to journal or action. Her journal is there and open, she just hasn’t noticed it (yet). Just… beware her mood. ]

hardboiledruler.livejournal.com

[The good Doctor finds himself whisked away to an alien world, completely unaware of his current location; pretty standard stuff for everyone who arrives here on their first day. Though, being the smart guy he is, it wasn't hard for him to deduct that the numerous rooms with numbers on their door correlated with the number he had on his journal, so decided to go see if there was a room with the same number.

And there it was, right on the money.

He spent a moment contemplating going in, considering he had no idea what this place was. Heck, it could've been some kind of prison for all he knew, even if a castle was a bit too fancy for a prison. Still, it wouldn't surprise him considering his track record, so he decided to take the chance and opened the door, half-expecting to be greeted by something unpleasant.

Yet he wasn't all that unimpressed. He closed the door behind him, slowly examining his room for anything. Nothing in particular, just anything at all, as if he knew there was something in here. But there wasn't. It was just a room, one he could easily see himself operating from. Things seemed a little better!

Finally, he sat down at a neat little desk and took his journal from his pocket, flicking through it idly.]

"Not bad...not bad at all! Of course I'll need the room spruced up a bit because the decor is just a tad too archaic for my liking, but it could be so much worse. Hohoho...d'ooooohohohohoho!"

mathematical.livejournal.com

[It's a sunny day outside, in the lands all about the castle, but Finn is inside, sitting on the couch of the lobby with his journal next to him. His hands are holding his head up, and he looks pretty confused. And in a small, feverish voice he says--]

Where am I?

[He frowns, furrowing his brows before trying again, unaware that the journal, lying open on the couch, is recording his very frustration.]

ARGH! Where the heck is this place?!

[He gets up and stands on the couch. Raising his fist above his head, he furiously points to the doors of the castle.]

Somebody tell me what's going on! I don't 'member comin' in here, all right. Jake? Princess? Marceline? LSP? Candy people? ANYBODY? Where are you guys!

[He stops pointing, but does not come down from the couch. Instead he paces back and forth on it, rubbing his chin, and completely ignoring the open journal.]

Man, this stinks. And I was just about to head off on another adventure! [Sigh.]

[ooc: open to lobby or journals! peace.]

stormsin.livejournal.com

[Derek had a long night and after saying goodbye to the rest of the team? He went home just like any other night. Nothing had been out of the ordinary, it's something he tended to check before turning in. He had an actual restful night save a bit of tossing and turning and flopped onto his back stirring. Once his eyes opened and they focused properly he noted a ceiling he knew for a fact wasn't his own. This caused him to bolt upright and look around around. He spotted the journal wondering if it would give him some insight to where he was. Slowly paging through it he watched words appearing and his brow creased a moment. However he had a basic idea of what was going on.]

What is going on here?

demontobeloved.livejournal.com

So. A room. That's nice. And a book. Sort of journal, like. Cole moves off from his bed and sits down at the table that holds the journal and opens it up. Taking up a pen after leafing through it a bit, he puts the nib onto the paper and starts writing...

"Well, I guess I'm new here. I'm Cole. I have no idea where <i>here</i> is, but I've woken up in weirder places before. Seems kinda nice. Got my own room and everything."

punk-emperor.livejournal.com

[It starts with a thump, a groan, and a muffled curse, probably nothing too out of the ordinary.] --the hell?

[Then two beats of silence, and the voice on the other end sounds almost awed.] ...Whoa. What is this place?

[There's some more silence, while on the other end, Kanji is peering around at the lobby, quite clueless and confused. As far as he's concerned the only explanation is one that should make no sense whatsoever, so he's starting to get frustrated and muttering.]

...can't be. If the damn bear--

[And then he raises his voice, sounding more mildly annoyed and lost than actually angry.] You hear me? If this is your fault, you're gonna get a swift kick in the ass! Come out, dammit!

sir-durge.livejournal.com

[Sir Durge does not trust the magical, talking book. Not one bit. He isn't very comfortable with magic to start off with, but this object does not seem like any he's encountered before. In the very least he is mildly certain it isn't sorcery. But what did he know? He was just a knight.

That said, he wasn't where he was supposed to be, and this book was his only clue towards any real answers.

So after a minute of rather bewildered paging through the tome he clears his throat and speaks into it, a low and somber register dictated in bold letters into the journal.]

I do not know by what sort of magic I have been brought to this place, but if you think kidnapping me will stop Lady Grace's army from reaching Imbrifale, you are mistaken. Her mission is of more import that the life of one knight.

[His only regret is that he has managed to fail her by allowing this to happen. It was his duty to stand at her side no matter the risk.]

peacockherald.livejournal.com

[Well, Paradisa, as if lanterns were not enough, you get a bit of a surprise as suddenly the main doors of Paradisa (the inside, facing the lobby), suddenly glow with white light, soft and ethereal, like a gate into the unknown heavens. Or whatever you believe a white light emitting gate to be leading to. Either way, it is there and from its depths burst forth two figures - a rather beautiful, dark haired man atop a delicate, shining white, blue eyed horse.

Her hooves chime - yes, chime - on the stones of the lobby and with a sudden snap the white light vanishes from behind the two figures, leaving the lobby almost painfully dark in comparison despite the natural light flooding in. The horse looks around, blue eyes wide, while the man upon its back gasps, as if in extreme pain, clutching at the cantle of the saddle to which he is strapped into. ]

Did we... make it...?

[And with that the last of his strength leaves him as pain rushes through him, burning at channels still so very raw after all these years, slumping forward and staying atop the horse only through the virtue of the straps holding him in.

Instantly the horse begins to back up closer to the doors, ears back in concentration, a silver hoof throwing back and slamming against the door again and again.

This, then, is the sight one shall see when they come into the lobby, and the sound one shall hear if you are on the other side.]

blue-sniper.livejournal.com

[He's finally figured out that you can speak into the book to talk to people, after looking at is suspiciously for a while, and even poking it with his foot, because he doesn't trust talking books, period. Even less after HYDRA, He was sure for a while that he'd ~~been captured by HYDRA again~~ been dreaming. But then he remembered that he fell off the train and was probably dead. Shit. Which means that this was...]

Okay, so... this is Heaven. Really, it's not all it was cracked up to be. No fluffy clouds or female angels. Unless this is Hell... Actually, it's probably Hell. I'm not nice enough to get into Heaven. If so, whoever decorated did a really swell job. Staring at these stone walls for the rest of eternity sounds like punishment enough for whatever sins I have.

So... what are you people in for?

[ooc: Wait until Tuesday? Riiiiiight.]

[ETA: I'm going to bed. If anybody tags I'll tag them tomorrow.]

thetrudger.livejournal.com

[There’s a small groan from the castle lobby. Geoffrey Chaucer picks himself up off the cold stone floor, letting out a soft curse.]

Ow! What in the-

[He cuts off as he realizes he is entirely naked and stripped of all possessions. Sadly, this is not surprising for him. He sighs, looking around. Had he passed out? The last thing he could remember was gambling with those wretches, and losing. Again. He had begged them, told them Sir Ulrich (William) would pay his debts, if only they would ask. And what had happened? “I don’t have the money,” he had said. So much for finally making friends. Chaucer ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. Where was he now? He began to panic, remembering his time as a prisoner.]

Pardon me? May I have a word?

[Chaucer, after looking around, notices a plain journal on the ground. He picks it up and starts flipping through it. He notices his name.]

Odd…

[ooc: Here, Paradisa! Have a (naked) Geoffrey Chaucer! XD Feel free to come meet him/yell at him/blush at him/talk to him over the journals. He’s not shy, so he won’t be hiding his nakedness. He doesn't care he's naked.]

forgedinbattle.livejournal.com

[Xena’s life is, on occasion, very strange. So when she finds herself suddenly transported to an unfamiliar place…well, it’s a more familiar situation than it would be for most people. What is unusual is that she’s standing on top of a kitchen counter, her right foot covered in someone’s meal (was it yours? Sorry about that.) She removes her boot from the middle of the odd dish, in the process knocking over the journal that appeared beside her. It falls to the floor, opening on the way down, and thus records her first words in this new world. And she doesn’t sound happy.]

Cute. Real cute. So which god is it this time? Ares? Seems a little dry for Poseidon. Look, point is I’m getting real tired of this, so why don’t you just come on out and we can get this over with nice and quick. I’m not a patient woman- I won’t play nice forever.

[She’s totally talking to the air with the not unreasonable expectation that whoever brought her here is lurking somewhere nearby, preparing a speech about how he needs her help to save the world (or wants her to return to the dark side, in the case of Ares). That’s how these things work, isn’t it?]

fatedtobehated.livejournal.com

[Today, there's a new face exploring the castle with a curious expression on him; a young man casually dressed with a casual stride about him, almost as if he was completely bland and uninteresting. After a little while he eventually stops for a break, stopping at the edge of a staircase and sitting himself down upon the top step, placing his journal down beside him. ]

"Ahhh...this place doesn't look familiar at all. I haven't even seen anything that looks like home outside either. I think I've been taken to a faraway place."

[There's an odd sound suddenly, like a gust of wind blowing through the surrounding area and following it this curious young man looks much tougher and aggressive, his hair brushed back with a single crimson lock of hair streaked through the once solid mass of hazel hair.]

"Oi Oi, Ryotaro, don't'cha mean us? Don't tell me you've forgotten me already?!"

[His voice even lacked it's soft and polite tone now, loud and powerful as if this were a completely different person. Oddly enough, however, he seemed to be talking to himself.]

["Momotaros! Talk goodness, I thought I was alone here...it's good to know that you're with me."]

"Cheh, nice ta' hear...but didn't ya' notice Ryotaro? Somethin' strange is goin' on here, an' I don't mean the sudden change a' location."

["Ah? No, I can't say I've noticed anything out of the ordinary.."]

[The sudden "Whooosh!" noise returns and now, the young man's hairstyle changed once again, with a pair of black framed glasses appearing upon the bridge of his nose suddenly. His voice even changed once again, returning to it's soft spoken manner yet it was suave and charming as opposed to meek and quiet.]

"I think what Momotaros is trying to say, is we can come and go as we please. You're taking a back seat right now, whereas Momo and I have just taken control by ourselves without your consent."

["H-hey! Ya' stupid turtle, whaddya think yer' doin'!? Don't just interrupt me like that. I ain't through talkin'!"]

["Urataros...I think you may be right. I hadn't noticed, but now that you mention it, I don't seem to be able to force myself back into control either...what do you think this means?"]

["Hey, hey, hey, come on! I was the one who noticed it first!....aghhhh, forget it!"]

[So there you have it; a guy sitting in the middle of a staircase talking to himself, who every few seconds seems to be acting like a completely different person, even arguing with himself every once in a while.]

letmetouchit.livejournal.com

I was told to write in this book, I've yet to have the compulsion to do so but find myself curious as to why the book is able to articulate the thoughts of others. Or even goes as far as being able to mimic their voices.

My arrival here was presented with little warning and even less understanding about my current surroundings.

This haplessness doesn't bode well for the things I need to tend to back home.

notjustolder.livejournal.com

[ Greetings, castle! There's a young woman exploring the castle, her movements measured and careful. She's dressed in chainmail and armored robes, and carries a staff with a sharp, wicked-looking blade at the end. There's a dubious crease between her brows, as if she expects this to all dissolve or vanish without warning. ]

Take a wrong turn in the Deep Roads, lose everyone and wind up in an Orlesian fairy tale castle. Unless I'm dreaming in the Fade and can't even sense it. Father would be so proud.

[ She doesn't look old--no more than twenty. Despite her youthful appearance, the look in her eyes is old, mistrustful.

Also she's sweaty, covered in grime, and absolutely splattered with blood. It's gross and probably in her hair from the face she makes when she brushes it out of her eyes. ]

At least there aren't any darkspawn that I can sense. The Maker really must have a sense of humor. A dark one.

[ ooc: My computer's on the fritz, just a head's up. ]

guardcaptains.livejournal.com

Maker- [but the swear is cut off by an odd sound.... like someone who is clad in very heavy armor is floundering around in a pit full of plastic balls. Because, that is in fact happening... someone is getting her Paradisa introduction in the ball pit that's hidden in the back of the game room. After more cursing there's a thump as she practically throws herself out of the bobbing sea of plastic balls...... only to find herself looking around at a completely unfamiliar and crazy looking room]

The Fade? No.... [it has a different feeling, more solid, more real. As her fight or flight instincts die down she squints her eyes to more closely scrutinize the room. Whatever was going on, she had a sneaking suspicion who was behind it]

Hawke? I'd better find out that you had nothing to do with this. [there's a pause... as if she's waiting to see if someone shows up. But after a while she sighs through her nose and starts clanking forward out of the game room. Girl is gonna get answers]

Hello? If there is anyone here, show yourself. [YOU MIGHT WANT TO DO WHAT SHE SAYS, lady means business........ Also, feel free to notice that there are some plastic balls still wedged into her armor, that'll make her really happy :)]

orgia.livejournal.com

[In the ~~far off~~ sort of slightly close fields of Paradisa, another bright flash of light can be seen in the sky as a lone meteorite falls to ~~Earth~~ whatever planet they're on. A loud BOOM can heard even without the use of the journals, but lucky for everyone, it's recorded there as well!

It takes a bit for the dust to settle, and when it does, a lone, still figure can be seen in the crater.

Coincidentally, another being has just appeared nearby. This one's not quite as unconscious, but still thoroughly confused (and annoyed). Since there's obviously nothing better to do than to approach the crater, he does just that. CUE GLOWING TIME FOR THE FIRST FIGURE.

Blinking rapidly, she slowly gets to her feet, sparkles falling from her figure. Her gaze falls upon the young man at the edge of the crater, and her eyes widen.]

My brave Sir Tookington, it has been almost two millenia since we had parted ways, and yet! We have found ourselves united once again, by the blessings of the Glimmering Goose Egg. I have been able to keep the Kingdom's source of longevity safe from the hands of evil, but my heart was aching all the while, as you were not by my side. Come to me, and banish my loneliness with your tender embrace.

........................................................................................... Shit.

[OOC: Loss... and intros. Poor, poor Shinji. Also, so very open.]

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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