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historyrepeater.livejournal.com

Who: Stefan Salvatore, YOU
What: Kissing! And Stefan going about his day.
When: Anytime Wednesday to Wednesday, pick a time and a place
Where: Anywhere, everywhere
Rating: PG
Note: Action spam and prose welcome!

( brace myself for the impact if i were you )

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

Who:Fred, Harmony and anyone else that decides to come by.
What: Thanksgiving in the Tower
When:All Day Thanksgiving
Where:The Tower
Rating:PG 13

((OOC : This log is open to anyone and everyone that wants to stop by. I will be setting up some initial section, but feel free to add any others as needed. There's lots of places in the tower for people to break away))

( Read more... )

wield.livejournal.com

( Filter: Vampire Spike. )

( Filter: Faith Lehane. )

wield.livejournal.com

Gonna go out on a limb here and assume I'm not the only one receiving the dresses, right?

[ Of course not. Buffy says this with a vaguely confused look on her face as she holds the journal staring up at the sky at the lanterns passing by. ]

Though, I'm assuming different clothes in everyone's closet are the last thing on everyone's mind.

wield.livejournal.com

Who: Angel and Buffy
What: Buffy's feeling a little blah and hasn't seen Angel in a while.
When: probably sometime earlier this week.
Where: Angel's room.
Rating: idk, it's Buffy and Angel anything can happen.

( in your house i long to be )

wield.livejournal.com

( Willow. )

( Wesley. )

( Angel. )

( Lana. )

Has anyone ever known they were going home? Or have you seen someone act weird before going? I know it's more or less random, but I'm curious.

wield.livejournal.com

There really oughta be some kind of hotel or something for when things like this happen. Unless there all ready is one, in which case there should be a big posting of it in the lobby, or some kind of brochure when you arrive. "Welcome to Paradisa, we'll take you in when the castle goes crazy."

How's everyone holding up?

( Filter: Will & Xand. )

msattentionspan

Who: Faith Lehane Damon Salvatore, Angel, Sam Winchester, Buffy Summers -- & YOU?
Where: Castle. Room 515
What: Headspace!
Notes: I am away for most the duration of this plot, so in order to get the most out of it, I'm putting up a log here and a few of the days that Faith will be actually in her room. She'll wander those other days. Feel free to drop into any of the days and I'll reply! I accept prose or actionspam tags. Also cookies. I'm just setting it up in prose so that you know what the room looks like.

( Wake up in the morning... )

wield.livejournal.com

( To all my friends. And blonde Spike. )

I never thought I'd actually be glad to be able to hold and write and speak and whatever else it is this thing can do that I don't know about. That was definitely not my idea of a good time.

( Filter: Xander. )

wield.livejournal.com

Who: Buffy Summers and you!
What: Buffy coming out of her incorporeal loss and not realizing it
When: Thursday afternoon/evening
Where: In the lobby
Rating: PG

( You're free to leave me. )

msattentionspan

Who: Faith Lehane and YOU
What: The long walk back to the castle... but she won't end up there. Not really.
When: Once she's off the pirate ship.
Where: Anywhere along that path.
Rating: ...it's Faith. I have no clue what she'll do.
Notes: Please bother her. If you want to prose, prose. If you want to [action bracket] feel free to action bracket. I'm flex.

Great. They were back at the castle or whatever this place could be considered. Almost two weeks on a boat with a few brawls and even more time with people she didn't even know. Close quarters were fine, but now they were back and the walk seemed to be just another annoyance. For the most part, Faith kept her head down, trying to avoid actually listening to whatever anyone was saying around her. They'd all be going back to the castle and she wasn't planning on heading there.

Ditch the crowd, head to the club that she'd made into her personal crash landing in this place and then it'd be back to whatever it was she was supposed to do here. Not that it made any sense. Not as if she actually expected it to. It was a magic castle that had taken her not only away from what she'd been doing, but it was making her question a lot of things.

Whatever. This place would spit her out eventually and then she'd just go back to the way things were.

Now she just had to get back to the city.

wield.livejournal.com

( Filter: Willow and Xander. )

( Filter: Xander. )

( Filter: Angel. )

Well, this place never ceases to surprise me, that's for sure.

[ And with a sigh, Buffy shuts her journal and sets it beside her, leaning against the railing of the boat. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying herself, but a major portion of her mind was worried about her two best friends.

Her tropical sarong flew in the breeze, bits of blonde hair following in the same direction. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head up and inhaled deeply, before opening her eyes once more to turn and stare out at the vast sea. ]

[ OOC: Backdated to earlier today. When... there was actually sun and stuff. Come bother! ]

demonologist

Who: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and Guests
What: A housewarming BBQ at Wes' new townhouse apartment.
When: June 18th
Where: Wes' place
Rating: PG for now, will update if there are shenanigans
Notes: Backtags are love. Gatecrashers are love. Multiple threadjacks, own threads etc are fine. Have fun with it! Just getting up the location tags then we are good to go.

Wes was a little nervous when the time approached for the guests to start arriving. He wasn't really one for hosting parties and so there was apprehension as to how it all would go. Hopefully it would be a success and everyone would have a fun time. He had to marvel at how Fred had managed to put everything together for him. He was simply amazed by her tireless energy and determination to make his party a success. Lorne had come through with the liquor too. He was most definitely going to have to make it up to the both of them for their help.

He had one more walk around the apartment to make sure that everything was looking immaculate. There were a few extra chairs in the living room, the kitchen currently had Fred buzzing around in it making some finishing touches, the bathroom was well stocked with toiletries, the bedroom was tidy (not that he expected anyone to spend time in there), and the backyard had several extra patio tables and chairs set out for people to mingle there. It was where the grill was set up as well, and apparently he was going to man it. To that end, Fred had gifted him a grilling apron to wear for the occasion.

As for the food, well the menu was centred on home-style bbq cooking, so the guests could expect: hamburgers, lime chicken and shrimp kabobs, buffalo wings, grilled corn on the cobb, grilled garlic tomatoes and baked apple pie with home-made ice cream for dessert. There was also chex-mix and other nibbles for those more inclined to graze.

wield.livejournal.com

[ The sound of the journal flipping open is heard, little hands rapidly pushing each page to the next in frustration, apparently looking for pictures to make it more interesting. This gets a small chuckle from Buffy. ]

Well, at least someone is putting this thing to use.

[ The sounds continue on for a bit, and she stares at the little girl in front of her, arms crossed over her chest, her slightly hunched over back leaning against the trunk of a tree outside. She was skeptical, of course, but after looking into it and seeing how other people had children, she apparently had no choice but to take responsibility. ]

Mommy...

( Cut for length~ )

[ OOC: Buffy is outside under some tree shade. Feel free to come bug her in person or via journal. :) ]

wield.livejournal.com

[ It's been awhile, Buffy has had her time to reflect, brood, and manage... something she'd never really had time to do. And yet, that's all she had now, was time in this apparently perfect castle that took people and things from them. Yeah, it was still a little hard to swallow for her.

Other than going to the kitchen and exploring the castle, this was the first time Buffy was actually making her way outside, heading toward the city. She had her journal opened in her hands, speaking to it. ]

You'd think after being here for a week and then some, a person would realize that this place isn't some kind of dream. [ A small pause. ] Everyday I wake up I still find myself wondering why I'm not in Sunnydale, or I guess in this case--

[ Another pause, and you can hear the sound of footsteps as she walks for awhile, then speaks up. ]

So, talking to a book. Does that feeling of ridiculousness ever go away?

wield.livejournal.com

[ There's a loud crashing sound as a table flips over, causing the chair and the journal that was placed on it to fly open. You can hear her in a mid gasp and breathing heavy, and then it slowly fades to silence.

She doesn't say anything, but the sound of her body shuffling around until she finally got on her feet is audible, as well as the sound of her shoes tapping on the floor in slow and cautious steps. Another brief moment of silence, then a quiet and noticeably confused voice, almost a whisper is emitted. ]

… This has to be some kind of mistake.

embattles.livejournal.com

[The journal knocks open when one particularly sharp kick knocks the punching bag into the stool she'd been letting it rest on. A lot of different things have been eating at her lately, and the castle's the number one offender. Keeping her here for a year? Coma spelling her for one of the things she's actually good at? Sending someone back to what sounds like a shitty future? Doesn't fly. And the poor punching bag is taking the brunt of her anger, because taking it out on a castle that just repairs itself is only going to anger her more.

Sadly, the punching bag can't withstand the abuse, it's only a more moments before a particularly frustrated punch has the chain attaching it to the ceiling snapping, and the bag splitting open before it hits the ground. It ends up drawing her attention to the fallen journal and with a sigh, decides to make the filters she's been putting off now that she feels a bit more calm. Someone else can clean up this mess]

( Lorne )

( Scoobies + Angel and Wesley )

[[ooc: open if your character would be in the gym~]]

embattles.livejournal.com

( Private )

embattles.livejournal.com

[There's the sounds of someone packing heavy boxes around onto shelves and occasionally moving cases of beer and other assortment of bottles out of the way, careful not to break them. She's not actually supposed to be working today, but she was getting a little bored out of her school, and doing inventory was a good way to kill a few hours and was ultimately easier on someone like her.

Until a series of events knocks what she was using to prop open the walk in the freezer over, to jam under the handle once the door's already closed instead, leaving the emergency handle useless. Which there are is the sound of a heavy box being dropped as she goes to try it right now]

Come on...Open!

[She doesn't want to sit here all day punching through a very thick steel door, and with the music she's not sure she's gonna be heard, so she turns to the journal hopefully]

Lorne...? Or you know...Anybody? I need a little help.

embattles.livejournal.com

( Willow )

[She's in the castle kitchen for once, since she needs a lot more sociable company than she generally finds at the mansion. She's looking to make a late night snack. And naturally, the only acceptable kind are homemade waffles! Only...The mix looks more like lumpy oatmeal and it's burned in all kind of horrific ways. She's squinting at the box and tilting her head slightly.

SHE FOLLOWED THE DIRECTIONS...With some creative measuring] Ugh...I wouldn't even feed this to my dog.

Is all the castle's food, defective in some way?

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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