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deminuit.livejournal.com

[ midnighter had heard the rumours a while ago, but with apollo here, it had gotten pushed to the back burner for a little bit. now, though...

he and apollo are out near the edge of town. the midnighter jerks his head forward, indicating a farmhouse not too far away in the distance. ]

There.

[ ooc; delayed because of my internet sucking and LJ sucking and me sucking... lots of fellatio going on here but ANYWAY. evidence! let's do this, bros. ]

hawked.livejournal.com

[ the journal, as it always is, flips open to the most inconvenient and pointless thing. in this case, it doesn't pick up words or naughty shenanigans or whatnot.

instead, loud TSEEEEEEEEEER's can be heard shrieking through the pages. the familiar call of the hawk.

that's all that's heard from the journal.

meanwhile, there's a red-tailed hawk flapping through the lobby desperately, circling around and around in attempts to escape. the journal (unbeknownst) is on a couch, open, and every once in a while, the hawk lets out another shrill scream.

who wants to come to talk to a bird? ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ well, it's been a week and he's still stuck like this. fantastic. and it seems he can't... morph anything with wings. might as well try something else to get that feeling of freedom back then.

so there's a nice-looking white horse emerging from the stables. it looks around, shakes its head and starts trotting across the castle grounds.

stops.

picks up speed.

stops again.

and then trots once more.

before making his way across castle grounds, towards town and the forest surrounding it.

feel free to catch DIS HORSE ANYWHERE. he is friendly. B) ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ this is scrawled in rather childish handwriting... like the person just learned to write.

or he hadn't written anything in months. ]

Dear Paradisa,

Thank you for being consistent in your jerkiness. This is just what I wanted to wake up from my afternoon nap to. It's like Christmas morning.

Sincerely,
Tobias

[ there is a Tobias sitting on his favourite spot on the roof once he finishes writing that. he looks rather sullen and well... stony like always. fffuck his life.

COME BOTHER HIM Y/Y??? y. open journal or action.

oh right. loss start. B) ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ THIS IS TOBIAS. CHILLING IN THE LOBBY. he's perched on a couch and the journal's open and he's dictating into it. ]

< You know, it's April Fool's Day. Everyone should really expect something like this. Guess it could be worse anyways... At least the castle's not leaving whoopie cushions everywhere... >

[Damian gives the bird a look with narrowed eyes as he passes, just because talking birds are freaks of nature and probably shouldn't exist. You see that, Tobias? He is Judging you. Stupid talking birds, talking about things he doesn't understand.]

What's a whoopie cushion?

[ OH OOPS. Damian doesn't know him as a hawk. that's fine. though he heard him coming in anyways. so he'll tilt his head up and reply: ]

< A whoopie cushion is like... a flat pancake-shaped thing that you sit on and it makes -- >

[ and then. the music starts

come here damian. this song is for you: ]

( ooc cut for the worst song in the world )

[ AND THIS IS ALL OPEN OVER THE JOURNAL OR ACTION. watch the little boy ragequit at the hawk.

or not. ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ there's the rustling of feathers (he doesn't sound tired or scared. just there.) and then: ]

< I'm glad everyone is okay. >

[ before the journal shuts ]

ultimaverum.livejournal.com

( [Room Filter] )

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ the journal opens abruptly, knocked open by accident]

< Hello? Who's the -- >

[ there's an almost strangled grotesque sound of a hawk and a thud, followed by clambering ]

-- No, no, no! Get away --

[a shaky breath and then a pleading whisper ]

Please, please, just --

[ and everything goes silent ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

< Oh, it's still here... >

[ the sound of a clinking noise and rustling of feathers ]

< Ah, thank you.

So, uh, does anyone have any good books to read? >

[ there is a red-tailed hawk sitting on a table in the lobby.

he has on a monocle.

and a little tiny cap. and a scarf that doesn't hinder his flying.

the classiest hawk is back. you can thank Faye for his awesome clothes. ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ just this dictated: ]

< It's... too loud. >

[ it's actually making him sick with how loud it is, so there's a hawk flying through town during the evening. HE'S JUST SKIMMING THE NIGHT AIR but maybe you are shopping.

or walking. or something.

either way, there will be a hawk nearby.

ooc. ooopeeen action and. i guess journal. :c EMOHAWK STRIKES BACK. also he's talking about that riot over there. ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ if you are in town.

there is a kitten with a red-tufted tail stuck in a tree.

meowing rather pitifully.

fuck his life. B( ]

Where's a firefighter when you need one.

[ this is... really embarrassing

tobias is not a contagious kitteh. GO SAVE HIM. ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

( private )

< So it's my one-year Paraversary.

Aha, go me. >

[ there is a red-tailed hawk perched in his favourite spot on the rooftop, early morning. is he thinking about flying into the forest to hide out? yes.

for now, he just looks as restless as a hawk does.

OPEN FOREVER. ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

( room filter )

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ this dream opens inside a barn. there's a sprinkling of snow outside and inside the barn, there are tables that are filled with empty cages, hay in the corners, horses in the stables, so on. the scene is calm, gentle, and light-hearted.

there's a black girl in overalls -- Cassie -- shoveling hay out for the horses to eat and she lets out a squeal of surprise when a short, dark-haired boy -- Marco -- collapses into the hay, wearing a Santa hat. he's making some joke or comment that makes her huff and grin.

a tall, broad-shouldered boy, Jake, just laughs and adds something in reply, causing Marco to throw hay at him. a equally tall blonde girl is nearby, Rachel and she just adds a witty remark before they're all doubling over, laughing.

however, the moment's interrupted when a blue deer-like creature with a scorpion tail emerges. he's making a comment about something that just causes Marco to sigh and grin and Jake is forced to give an explanation.

and then the obligatory, "Don't call me Prince Jake" comment.

there's a red-tailed hawk sitting in the rafters, watching all of this though, chiming in every once in a while. but the moment lingers when him and Rachel exchange glances before it's interrupted by Marco shoving the Santa hat on Ax's head.

you know you want to hang out in a barn. dreamhop away. ♥ ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ FJSDKLFASJKL

there is a hawk sitting on a chair in the lobby. he is adorned with a cute little top hat, a monocle, and a bow tie. do not ask how he got any of that on. he will not tell you. ]

< So, um. Thanks for including me too, Paradisa.

.... Anyone want the clothes that I clearly can't wear? >

[ OPEN OVER THE JOURNAL or in person. ajflkasf. come admire this classy hawk. ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ there's a boy sitting on the rooftop and he looks pretty unhappy. he's speaking up into the journal ]

Yeah, I --

[ wheenn he's suddenly poofed back into a hawk, tangled in his clothes and flapping his wings. ]

< Thanks a lot, Paradisa. Really, your timing is miraculous. A month later and everything. >

[ a "recorded" sigh and he'll be. trying to get out of all that fabric now when. ]

Gobble, gobble!

[ a wild turkey has approached! ]

< Oh, I don't think so. Don't try an aerial dogfight with me, buster. I'll kick your tail -- >

GOBBLE --!!!

[ this is followed by an angry hawk TSSEEEERRR, trying to scare the turkey away. BUT THE TURKEY IS CRAY CRAY. so feel free to come across. a hawk tangled in clothes and a turkey... fight about to go down. ALSO LOSS IS FINALLY OVER. ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ ssoo he was flying out of the castle so he could see if he could spot the Joker when... his loss hits.

and he transforms to human mid-flight.

and falls. |8 and lands outside on the castle grounds.

*THUD*

where convenient journal is convenient ]

O-ow...

[ pause ]

Is there a world change going on that I don't know about...?

[ wincing and he's getting to his feet ]

Guess I don't have an excuse not to wear a costume.

[ OPEN FOREVA. journal or action. ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

( room filter )

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ he pretty much dropped the journal into the forest when he spent the last few weeks there so he'd never see it again, but you know how they are. it's open when he flaps into the window ]

< H-hey, sorry that I -->

[ pause... and then he sees the journal open. his voice is shaking. ]

< U-uhm.... Rachel -- Rachel went home. So I... >

[ forget it.

early morning. ]

fauconnerie.livejournal.com

[ the journal's open and there's the sound of faucet water running before repeated splashing. yeah, Tobias is currently in that boy's bathroom from before, washing his face.

there's a moment before he realizes that he left the journal open and should... probably say something ]

Ah. . .

I guess in hindsight, the dance wasn't too bad.

I know it's supposed to be over - the world change -- but I don't mind if things last a little bit longer.

Everything just seems. . . great lately.

[ the water keeps running even after he finishes talking. someone's feeling particularly cheerful today.

ooc: open forever. bother him over the journal or in the bathroom. ]

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"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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