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my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[the Weighted Companion Cube has found itself in the lobby again, hanging out with the furniture, which are pretty much cousins by inanimate object standards. It has its trusty journal resting on its top surface, text-to-speech device pleasantly dictating its thoughts as they appear on the page]

( accidental filter to the Castle itself )

they

won't understand.
they don't even know.

they would be excited too. I think.
if they knew how close They were.

they would be disappointed too
if they knew that They aren't there anymore

I am disappointed.

((ooc: the Weighted Companion Cube's last post; so super open))

my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[with all of the frantic fear looming, filters flying back and forth, ideas trading, everyone hustling children around from one caretaker to another... something gets overlooked. One quiet--and usually cube-shaped--little being. It has watched its friends disappear one by one over the past few days, uncomprehending and feeling crushingly useless. It has seen, and heard, and felt it all happening around it, without being able to lend a hand in any way... and this leaves it curled in an armchair in some hallway now, listening to its open journal and looking distantly heartbroken.]

[Making his way around the halls on one more sweep before he'll scan the journal one last time for information, York is a little surprised to see a naggingly familiar kid in one of the overstuffed chairs. He gets the feeling he should recognize the--was it a boy or a girl? He can't really tell.] Hey, what are you doing out here? Aren't you with anybody else? [Didn't kids know it wasn't safe to go wandering alone?]

[the kid glances up at the voice, visibly perking up at the sight of York. A friend! One that hasn't disappeared yet! The kid doesn't exactly smile, but there is at least a look of recognition lighting in those vacant eyes]

[Oh. That's why York hadn't recognized the kid right away--Delta had. The little green hologram pops on and "runs" through the air to hover in front of his humanized friend.]

You are the Weighted Companion Cube. [He'd met Cubie in human form during High School, he remembers.] You are on a loss?

[York holds out one gloved hand and gently but firmly grasps one of the Cube's hands in his own. It was pretty tiny--well, he supposed the Cube was pretty young. All the more reason to get it to the TARDIS and at least relative safety.] Kinda surprised nobody ended up telling us you were human, you know? There's all sorts of things I can teach you about, if you don't know already--pizza, bubble baths, chopsticks....

[the Cube follows along obediently, totally absorbed in every word out of York's mouth, as usual, as it gazes up at him... until something manages to distract it. Stopping, it glances back down the hallway, as if hearing something. Hang on, dudes. It's actually looking a little concerned]

Cubie? [No. No no no no, fuck you Slenderman, you're not getting any more of York's friends. Without warning aside from a muttered curse, he scoops up the Cube's small frame into his arms and starts sprinting for the elevator.]

[the Weighted Companion Cube doesn't react to being swept off its feet, gaze fixated over York's shoulder. Those big gray eyes get wider and wider, an uncommon amount of emotion pulling a perfect picture of fear across its face. The Weighted Companion Cube wishes that it could warn its friends. The Weighted Companion Cube wishes that it could do anything at all to protect them, save them, help them. In a last mindless attempt, its mouth opens]

--Ah! [...and then it is simply gone]

No! Hang on, Cube, we'll get you back--!

[But he's speaking to thin air. Slenderman has claimed one of the last "kids" in the castle.]

((ooc: sorry for the tl;dr! York, Delta, Cubie))

my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[there is an androgynous kid sitting motionless on the stairs with a completely vacant expression... and a journal resting on its back.

It stays this way for a very long time. Finally, there is a little shift, switching which elbow is propped on a knee. The journal finally loses balances and tumbles to the steps, falling opening, visibly surprising the kid]

...

[just staring at it, now. Trying to figure out how that just happened. ...Whoa.]

((ooc: lost start))

my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[you know what fits right in with the cheery decor of the castle? The Weighted Companion Cube, that's what. And it loves Valentines Day.

So, right in the middle of the lobby, nestled in with all of its other heart-themed decoration brethren, is the Cube. With a red bowl full of candy hearts resting right on top. It's perfect! It's as if it has finally found its natural habitat or something]

[journal setting nearby, with text-to-speech device dictating its thoughts out loud for it]

They call it Valentines Day.

happy

happy

happy happy

Valentines Day

((ooc: open for anything! Happy Valentines Day, Paradisa!))

my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[the strange katamari spell breaks abruptly, as the Weighted Companion Cube reaches the bottom of the staircase and hits the lobby floor. All at once, everything unsticks--objects sent flying and haphazardly tumbling--and the music ends, the Cube landing atop a giant pile of JUNK.

A few things rustle and free themselves, wandering off through the lobby--sorry duck--but everything is otherwise still. Eventually, silent words write themselves across the journal page, the text-to-speech device having falling off somewhere along the way]

I hope

I hope i hope

I never roll again.

((ooc: forgot to end the Cube's loss! ...Apologies to anything/anyone the katamari cube might have picked up on its way down the stairs!))

my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[there is one person who is completely uninvolved and unaware of all of the recent Isis-related drama-- though, calling it a 'person' is probably a bit of a stretch. The Weighted Companion Cube is currently in the lobby, propped against an arm chair... and it can't even begin to care about the plight of everyone else in the castle, because it is currently covered in an alarming amount of junk.

The Cube itself is barely visible underneath the shoes, scarves, potted plants, throw pillows, dirty dishes, couch cushions, and instant noodle cups. And that quacking sound? Yeah, there's a duck in there somewhere.

Its journal and text-to-speech device is in there somewhere too, the pitiful robotic voice sounding somewhat muffled]

i feel

I feel

I feel... [a long pause here, as it tries to come up with its biggest gripe about this situation] ...cluttered.

((ooc: the Katamari Cube is out and about, and is covered with enough junk to be of a pretty decent size! Feel free to either get swept up in the Katamari madness, or be immune and just check it out, if you get close enough))

butdaaaaad.livejournal.com

[After being de-catified, Gos has decided to take a walk to enjoy being higher than ground level. She rounds a corner and spots the Companion Cube sitting smack dab in the middle of a hallway.]

What the? Hey! Anyone here misplace... a... cube...?

[as she's speaking she's mysteriously drawn to the cube. Nudging it with her foot, it starts to roll. Wtf. A cube. Rolling. Oddly catchy music starts playing in her head and she grins as she reaches out and starts rollin' dat cube down the hall. It only takes her a moment to reach top speed and she starts racing through the castle, rolling the cube in front of her. A few smaller objects like a potted plant and a doormat stick to the cube as it rolls, but Gos doesn't seem to notice and keeps right on running..]

((OOC: That's right, kids, Gos has found the Katamari Cube! She'll be going all through the castle and grounds at top speed, feel free to notice her anywhere and by all means, get stuck to the cube :D. Intermittent conversation while being rolled around the castle stuck to a cube ftw?))

phaseshifts.livejournal.com

[So Tyki is just walkin' a walk... up to the castle roof. It's a quiet night, he's going to go smoke outside a little before he gets too cold and bored to keep up with it and goes in, or maybe goes out to town to drink all night... when he comes across a most

interesting

object.]

... Hm?

[Tyki hasn't seen anything like this before. A cube with hearts on the side, square sides, yet... somehow tempting... somehow calling him... to do... something. Something, if only he could figure out what.

He circles around it, so he's standing above this weird cube thing on the stairs.]

Who left you here, I wonder?

...

[He stares at the cube for a little while longer, mulling things over. It's becoming clearer what he's meant to do, the longer he looks at it. Until the balance breaks, and he reaches out and gives it a nudge with his foot.

There's probably a journal around here somewhere, so everyone can enjoy that

THUMP THUMP thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump

There's the most minute of pauses...]

Heh.

[And then, cigarettes forgotten, he's breaking out into a sprint after the thing. MUST ROLL IT MORE. Look out below, everyone else! Item-collecting cube being chased by a hobo. Only in Paradisa.

Let the katamari loss begin 8>]

my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[by now, the Weighted Companion Cube has slowly accumulated more holiday decorations than ever before. With the Host Club adding the final touches, it is now almost entirely covered in lights, stickers, and ribbon, its hearts nearly obscured by Christmas cheer.

And it couldn't be more pleased. Happily glowing near the bottom of the stairs, just in case anyone needs extra lighting there so they don't fall, the Weighted Companion Cube basks in the atmosphere of the lobby.

There is another new addition to the Weighted Companion Cube as well. A little text-to-speech device is hooked to its journal, reading the words that appear there and repeating them out loud in a pleasant little robotic voice. ...So, the Weighted Companion Cube can now, in a limited sense, speak. ...Not that it understands this fact, of course]

[speakers crackle and the little electronic voice comes to life as the Cube's thoughts spill across the page]

i hope they are enjoying
I hope they are taking advantage of the holiday.
giving gifts

gifts

gifts of everything

sometimes i wish
sometimes i am sad

The Weighted Companion Cube cannot give gifts

((ooc: open for anything! bring birdies if you want a last-minute smooch on the Cube!))

my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[the Weighted Companion Cube is probably the happiest cube around, at the moment. With all the kissing, all the pretty decorations, all the delicious drama, it is having the time of its inanimate life. Currently nestled amongst the decorations in the lobby, journal resting beside it, it would be grinning if it had a face]

It's happening again
again
it is so exciting
exciting

Unnecessary amounts of affection. Everywhere.

like last year

but

i hope they don't knock the walls down this time

(ooc: open for kissies! come make a Cube's day!)

my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[in wanting to make sure that the returning residents were alright, the Weighted Companion Cube accidentally wishes itself to the duck pond. Oops. Luckily it doesn't get taken too far, dropped--journal and all--into the shallowest water. There is still a corner sticking out of the water, and the journal is still recording...which means a few very hard to read waterlogged pages]

They have all returned.

I wonder where they went. I wonder if they found what they were looking for.

I hope they are unharmed.
I hope they are well.
I hope they didn't bring danger back with them.

my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[it almost looked like a little shrine all its own, covered in paint and treats and trinkets, reverently tucked into a quiet corner of the Castle. Its hearts were gone--save for a few tiny ones painted into the designs--instead covered in six big grinning skulls. The journal is resting on top, silently typing out a repeating mantra]

I remember them

all of them

going by, like a parade, another and another and another

we all went, sometimes me and sometimes them, over and over

I remember them

all of them

my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[hoping to be around the new residents, it accidentally wishes itself into the lobby, ending up in front of one of the couches-- sort of where a footstool would be. Its journal soon follows, resting on the nearby coffee table, where it can silently transcribe]

more new ones

They're getting here just in time. Halloween is soon.
Halloween is soon, I think.

Is it Halloween yet?
i dont want to miss it cant miss it

a year isn't really so long
just a loop

it has been a long time since a holiday
I miss being part of a holiday.

compete.livejournal.com

[ at 12 noon the doors and windows inside the ballroom unlock on their own and slowly open. holy guacamole, FRESH AIR IN DAAAAYS. the victims inside are free to stop and stare at the open doors... and resist to face palm themselves AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT. ]

[ HOW DOES IT FEEL, being sane again? feels good, man. the castle is sure you'll remember those days of rocking out to your alter ego and look back at them... fondly?? ]

[ and residents chilling outside the doors are free to WTF at everyone and everything. ]

[ ooc: LOSS OVER. NO SECTIONS THIS TIME AND GRAB SOME MORE RANDOM CRRRRR. THANK YOU COOL GUYS SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING IN THIS TRASH LOSS LKSFJWEOIURWEKR residents will have their powers back and are free to just... leave and go shower or something. /goes to backtag ]

compete.livejournal.com

[ FRIDAY MORNING. sleep well, soldiers? or were you guys up all night getting teams/forts set and ready? YEAH, WELL. THAT'S NOT ENOUGH. YOU AIM TO BE THE BEST, BEST, BEST.. How will you do it? Set traps, ambush others, bomb forts and take what remains for yours?? EVERYONE is in the way towards your path of becoming the NUMBER ONE top dog. Go stir crazy, or just plain crazy in general. ]

[ oh, and there's a new note on the door ]
"FINISH THEM."
TEST YOUR MIGHT.

[ okay, seriously now. the ballroom looks like an absolute mess. there are all sorts of forts set up in different sections of the room, the shelves are nearly bare and some aisles are completely trashed. also random fog machines are up and stuck in between the most random places to SET THE MOOD. YA'LL ARE IN THE ZONE, AFTER ALL. CAUSE THIS IS HOW WE DO IT. ]

[ ooc: sorry this had to be super early ;; I am being called out for the afternoon /sob will be back in a few! ]

compete.livejournal.com

[ Did you guys sleep all right? It's the A.M. and ya'll are ready to get up and ditch the ballroom and start your day! ... But it's been hours since the doors have closed on their own and they still won't budge. The heck? ]

[ That's not all. If you take a good look around, it seems like the castle's turned the whole ballroom into a furniture warehouse overnight. Random couches, tables, chairs.. Oh, and all sorts of toy weapons. The heck? ]

[ .. But first thing's first... there's a small note taped onto the door which reads: ]

Pillow & Sheet Fort Warz.
IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED! GO FORTH AND CONQUER!!!

[ ooc: OKAY GUYS. TIME TO START ROCKING AND ROLLING? residents still have their journals, they can find them buried under their blankets if they originally... weren't poofed with it! and any muns who signed up after the first post.. can still throw in their characters! you can say they were poofed in late or walked in before the doors closed! srsly, it's allll goood!

Also a few residents should be feeling wonky vibes as the day goes on. feel free to start making ridiculous names and getting into WAR MODE. ]

compete.livejournal.com

[ It's 11 PM, you maybe just heading into bed or at least getting ready for sleep.. before you're suddenly 'poofed' into the castle's ballroom. Wait, what? Well, the castle decided to throw YOU special snowflakes a surprise sleep over! Why? WELL, CAUSE YA'LL DESERVE IT. And the castle is a hip-daddy like that. The place is pretty decked out.. ]

[ Couches, tvs, ...futons.., sleeping bags.. to piles of dvds, bowls of popcorn, and sodaaaa. Even a filthy DDR machine with broken pads form the game room and telescopes... BUT THAT'S NOT ALL, right outside the entrance is a sign that reads: ]

"SURPRIZE HIP SLEEPOVER INSIDE"

[ from the peeps inside the ballroom to the folks peeking in from the outside. WHAT DO YOU DO? ]

[ ooc: DONE. ANYONE PASSING BY IS FREE TO JOIN IN... THIS FILTHY LOSS. ]

my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[the Weighted Companion Cube is in the middle of the kitchen, right smack in the center of the table, standing tall and proud with its journal nearby silently transcribing as per usual. This is precisely where the Cube wants to be, now so much more interested in the various foods and ways that people consume them than it was before. Today, it is observing, hanging out as a centerpiece while people eat, and taking the time to reflect on its recent experiences]

Now I understand
i understand what all the excitement is
at least part of all the excitement

happiness, tasty, some memories
I see why they put cans on computer drives
hot and cold. some was good both ways.

Food as a person is so much better than as a dog

there are differences
I did not expect

walking was different
I thought working less legs than four would be easier.
I was wrong.

my-six-hearts.livejournal.com

[you know those kids who don't look like they quite made it through puberty, but are still somehow old enough to be in highschool anyway? Those weird ones that you can never be quite sure of their gender? Either a really girly boy, or a really boyish girl... depends on how the light hits them at the time. And they don't help matters by having super short hair but also wearing cute little earrings? Those awkward spooky kids, who just don't act quite right.

Well... Paradisa High has one of those kids, currently sitting on the steps of one of the school buildings, starting blankly at a carton of milk in their hands. The only clue to their identity is a certain lifeless look in their eyes, and the big pink heart on their gray t-shirt.

The kid has the journal open in their lap as they fumble with a little carton, trying to open it. Eventually, they manage it... but in the worst way possible. With a small ripping sound, milk suddenly pours all over the journal. Sorry, everyone.

...Having hands is hard, okay?]

fanassaults.livejournal.com

[ Day 3 on the plane; supplies are manageable but running low, beer is completely gone - thanks, Cross and Dante - and one Yukiko Amagi is hurrying down the aisle towards the front of the plane, trying not to look too panicked.

Bing! ] U-um, attention, passengers! After a brief survey of the plane, we have discovered some slight damage to certain parts of the cargo...while we don't wish to cause any panic, we must inform you that, um...

Th-the plane is now infested with snakes. Non-venomous snakes - I think - but, um!

...if everyone would please get out of their seats and proceed in an orderly fashion towards the front of the plane, that would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

[ ...bing. ]

(ooc: DAY 3 - MYSTERY EVENT TIME! S-sob, look at how seriously I am taking this loss. ~~One moment for sections~~ SECTIONS ARE UP! Backtag other posts, add in tags, etc.

Links: Loss post + info post.

ALSO: NPC the snakes however you like! Whether you get bitten or anything else is entirely up to you guys.)

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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