iv λ knowledge

[assassino]

[Ezio is about to bust out the most intense filter work of his life. He has never done a complicated filter before, and he needs to do this right.]

( Inventors, technology experts, mechanics, but barring those who seek power )

( Historians, Religious people, barring Lucrezia Borgia )

[And, with that done, you can find him in the kitchen, contemplating the microwave.]

Changes

[fredless]

[Someone's standing on her bed again, navigating a mattress and piled blankets to chose a book from the shelf that lines the length of her ceiling.

...then suddenly the book is chosen for her. And it isn't string theory.

Fred scrambles back down to sit on the edge of the bed, fingers tracing over the pages of a journal. Page after page after page. Every last one of them blank. Something presses against her, from the inside out. She moves to the window, briefly glancing outside of it. Everything seems just the same, but she can't seem to fully push back memories of Libet and the auditorium at the heart of it]

Is everybody alright?

[The words seems impossibly dark and large against the blank expanse of the page]

Is everybody...there?

[Text on the journal page.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Have the sounds of an agitated AI storage united coming through the journal as the text appears.] Nononono. Not this again. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Castle...

I do not like this. Let me out of here. Why?

(OOC note: The noises would be roughly similar to the ones being made by the Epsilon AI unit in the very beginning of this episode.)

Twenty-first Negotiations; Dictated

[succubitch]

[Lilah, like most people, is rather curious to why their journals are blank, but she's also rather amused by how paniced the others seem to be. Needless to say, it's the amusement that's expressed in her voice.]

You know, I would say it was a case of the Castle believing in new beginnings for a new year, but if that's the case it's rather slow on the uptake.

It's good to see that some things are universal though: people will always panic over change.

Mission 002 - [Dictated/Action]

[noblefive]

[Jorge is sat in the lobby, against a wall, since he's too big for the sofas and kinda doesn't want to ruin any of them.

He's throwing some filters up first, getting used to how they work.]

( Filtered to UNSC Personnel )

---

( Filtered to all magic users, Mistress exempted )

---

[Once that's done, Jorge leaves the filters out for the next piece of dictation]

So. Anyone out there wanna do some training? That is, if you don't mind going against someone like me.

((OOC: Precursor to a log post I'm planning. Open to all!))

[Dictated]

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson's staring at his blank journal. Yes, he's very suspicious, but just addresses the castle as a whole]

Because there's no way that I trust this bloody place, I just want to make sure that everyone's okay.

No-one's hurt or anything?

[Backdated to sometime shortly after the return from Paris]

[forgedinbattle]

[Elektra, Carolina]
You guys got a minute? There’s somebody I’d like you to meet

[For anyone else, Xena can be found tending to the aforementioned somebody in the stables- a rather beautiful and extremely intelligent horse. And if Xena’s looking more tender than you’ve ever seen her…it’s because she likes this horse more than she likes most people, to be honest. Best castle Solstice present ever.]

Hey girl. I’ve missed you.

[dictated]

[modernholmes]

 [It starts out with a loud clatter as Conan, suddenly aware of himself for the first time in a week, attempts to scramble to his feet.  He trips over the skirt of the long frilly (and pink) gown he had somehow found himself in, and knocks over a table set for tea.   He makes an outraged sound as he dives back to the ground and then climbs back to his feet.  Cautiously.  

Where was he?  He didn't recognize this room.  And why were there so many dolls?

He hastily starts pulling off the dress, thankful that his normal clothes seemed to be underneath it, as he toes the journal closer and starts speaking into it.]

 I'm a little confused.  Can anyone give me the date?

[loss end.  Conan is no longer a doll.  Unfortunately he's spent the last week being one of Lucrezia's dolls and has no clue where he is right now.]

(no subject)

[beyondimagining]

[Upon waking up in his proper shape again Will had spent much of the morning walking around the castle and thinking. But now... now he was back in his room and staring at the very familiar box that had appeared in his room.  Almost not daring to hope, he reaches out for it and opens it to find Stephen's letters.

He just sits and stares at them for a long time.  Eventually he reaches for the journal and jots down a quick note.]

Has anyone else received something from home?

01

[doublethefun]

[there’s the sound of rustling sheets over the journal as well as some muttering]

Honestly, ‘Tia. [have some unintelligible muttering as somepony shoves her head under the pillow. One might be able to make out something about ‘flashy sun ponies,’ but not much else.

Geez. What sort of lazy pony is still abed at three in the afternoon?

Regardless of your guess, there’s a louder rustling as she finally sits up, pillow balancing on her head. She glares at the offending curtains, which are oh-so-innocently pulled back, letting cheery beams of sunlight into the room.

...

...Wait. This is not her room. Although it is undoubtedly lavish, it is still not her room. In one quick movement, she throws back the sheets and hops down to the floor. Trotting over to the window, she peers out and, yup. This isn’t Canterlot either.

Well, shit. There’s only one explanation, obviously. Incoming Royal Canterlot Voice, guys. Duck and cover.]

Villainous cur! Dost thou believe that thou canst ponynap the Princess of the Night without facing dire consequences? We will teach thee a lesson that will reverberate throughout time itself; thy children's children will quake in fear at the mere mention of Our name. Foolish foal! Thou didst not even lock the door!

[a confused pause]

...Or even bar the windows. Or try to stop my magic.

[...

...

Yup, she’s heading into the hallway now] ‘Tia? Guards? Is anypony around?

[[ooc: Open over journal or in person!]]

» 005

[jetset]

[ so, jet is out at the duck pond with dro. not that weird, right?

well, except for what he's doing, at the moment.

there's a life-sized mannequin of a person in a fire nation uniform floating out in the pond. upon closer inspection, one will see that it is the very image and likeness of a certain stupid scarface prince. jet is very determinedly trying to sink it. he has tied rocks to it, and he is also dropping heavy stones onto it, but. it keeps resurfacing. what's more, every time a stone hits it, a certain voice floats out of the chest area, saying things like:

"MY FATHER TAUGHT ME A PERMANENT LESSON! ON MY FACE!"

and

"Thith is therious guyth!"

looks like jet got his present from the castle.

so, you're welcome to hear those splashing sounds as jet dictates angrily: ]

The journals being wiped clean is one thing, but finding this thing in my closet? What the hell is going on?

[ ooc; things that plurk made me do™ ]

♈ Aradia: Be tower warden, and also grey. A Grey Warden, if you will.

[psych0p0mps]

[Action]

[Shortly after finding the blank journal, Aradia decided to check in with the residents of Terrere Tower and with her friends, make sure their nameplates are still there, etc. Of course, they perhaps aren't all in their rooms at the moment, but if any of them are they'll find Aradia knocking at their door within a few minutes.

(This post applies to anybody who lives in Terrere (except Adachi, she already found him) or who she's spoken with more than once or twice.)]

» 37

[letsbe_clear]

You know, the thing about being trapped in a magical castle for God knows how long and not seeing any real end to it, is that it has a way of reevaluating your priorities. You get all caught up in the castle crap, and the terror and the ridiculous losses, and you forget about the important things in life.

So, I'm following the castle's lead. New year, new journal, clean slate. Time to focus on the stuff that really matters. And the best way to kick off a clean slate is a party.

Especially if it's a party for me.

[teasing. kinda. mostly.]

Okay, actually, it's my birthday this weekend, and I'm throwing a party, but I still think the clean slate stuff is very important!

Anyway, the party starts at seven on Saturday at Caritas, and everyone is welcome. Presents are not required, but very much encouraged, and there should be plenty of food and drinks, so the more the merrier. I hope to see everybody there!

[a beat]

Hey, Buffy, isn't your birthday around now too? Maybe we could double up and throw it for both of us?

twenty-ninth phase [ dictated ]

[walkinthruwalls]

Seems like the castle's been busy, given that I have two things now that I didn't have when I went to bed. I'm not the only one with a new book, right? A new book that seems to be just like the old one. I didn't know it was full, or could be since it had been filling up for years.

And then there's new thing number two. I'm trying to figure out if they're trying to torment us or if it's supposed to be nice.

[ Because something from home? Could go either way. And hers... was a reminder of something she didn't have? ]

One more thing we'll never know.

21 traps filled

[ectobabble]

[good morning, Paradisa. when everyone's journals jumped into their hands, this particular Ghostbuster was asleep ... so he woke up with a journal tucked under his arm instead of his stuffed Mr. Stay Puft. now that he's over the initial confusion, he's perusing the new transcriptions in the library, with a big mug of cocoa]

I know a lotta people are talking about this, so I'm sorry if this is beating a dead horse - no offense, Equestrians, oops - but the PKE reading on my journal is just the same as it was yesterday, and the baseline castle energy levels are the same. From a strictly statistical point of view, it doesn't look like we're in any trouble. It's just that we've lost old data... but knowing Paradisa, that'll turn up eventually, anyway. I'm in the library right now, if anyone wants to come and help me look....

fifteen detention slips

[delincuente]

[It's been about two weeks since Alex arrived back at the castle, fresh from a bizarre and unsettling three month stay in Paris, and much to her relief those muddy, missing memories have finally started to return in full. The layout of the castle is different, and a few names are still pretty jumbled up, but for the most part her previous stay in Paradisa is clear as crystal. 

Except that she can't, for the life of her, figure out why her teleportation magic isn't working.]

Dude, this is so not the kitchen. 

[Confused, she flashes back out of the room, appearing right in front of-] 

((ooc: open to the entire castle and its grounds - feel free to have her appear in front of your character, wherever they may be!))

005 [Voice] Backdated to Saturday /sob

[youfallback]

[Wash, Rookie, Noble Six, both Doctors]

York is... incapacitated. [Pause. How much information should she give.] It's the Castle's doing.

[Dean Winchester, Mindy]

How long do Castle residents who have been turned into toys stay that way?

Scroll twenty two

[huffythedragon]

[There is a rustle of blankets and a half-snore-half-snort sound over the journals as one (1) baby dragon wakes up from his week-long sleep. The last thing he remembered was being at home, falling, and then he was going to...

He pauses, looking around. Okay. This isn't Equestria. This is Paradisa. And he's definitely not falling to his 'death' right now.

Oh, but then he remembers what happened here, what he did. He is in so much TROUBLE. He grabs his journal, not even noticing right away that it's almost empty]

Oh man, I am so sorry for what happened, guys. I didn't hurt anypony, did I? I'll do anything to make it up to you. And I'll fix anything I broke. And uh...I'll find all the stuff I took and I'll give it back, I swear.

I'm really, really, really sorry.

26th Spoiler

[hullo_sweetie]

I'm sure everyone has noticed the new journals by now. Seems like we'll have a clean slate for this new year. I can't help wondering if this is a good or bad thing.

[River hums softly in thought for a few moments before resuming with her entry]

I have some important news to share. It has to do with the Doctor and I, but since I haven't yet gotten around to telling said news to my own parents, I'll settle for this.

[Locked from Amy and Rory]

The Doctor and I will be renewing our vows. That's right! There's going to be a wedding, preferably in the spring. When the Doctor went through his latest 'update' it seems he now recalls our wedding. The initial event was hurried because of circumstances beyond our control, so we're going to renew our vows and go through all the bells and whistles this time.

[Unlocked]

Amy? Rory? Please get in touch with me. Or the Doctor, whomever you're more comfortable with.

97.9 - radio free paradisa

[hard_talker]

[Sarge]
Something I've got to say tonight is probably gonna piss you off. A lot. ... But trust me, I've got my reasons for it. F'you still wanna talk after I'm done, I'll be around.
[/Sarge]


[Monday night. Ten PM. Leonard Cohen at near-maximum frequencies. You all knew it was coming ... and if you're new, and didn't know? You've learned. Mark doesn't wait long at all before cutting the music and launching into his weekly rant]

Soooooooooooo, hey, hope you enjoyed all those white blank pages, all pristine and clean and new and unsullied by the stench of castle BULLSHIT, because it ain't gonna last long! And to beat the place to the punch, here's Hard Harry comin' atcha with your weekly dose of dissent and a sheep-shearin' shitload of reality checks!

So the proverbial dog ate our goddamn homework, SO WHAT? It's just this place clearing out the backlog of bowel rot that we've all been accumulating for however fuckin' long we've all been here! I don't have to open the book and see proof without end of how so many of you just GO ALONG with whatever happens. We're literally turning a new page, here! Let's make THIS the book full of revolution! Our new MANIFESTO! THOU SHALT NOT STICK THY HEADS IN THE SAND AND BE FUCKING OSTRICHES! This year, we're gonna really fight back - we're gonna find out what makes this place tick and stick it to it!

And hey, speaking of New Year's shit - last week's little rampaging ball of hormones derailed me from something: a toast. Everyone, could I have your attention please? Glasses up! Get your beverage of choice, close your mouths, an' open your ears.

[ahem]

A TOAST. Here's to Nancy, for keeping it real. Sure, I know a whole lot of you hate her fuckin' guts, but she didn't back down from how she felt or what she thought, and she actually acted on it and got the fuck outta here. I mean, she's got no indoor plumbing and no roof over her head and she's probably sleepin' in a cave somewhere like a goddamn terrorist, but that's not my point here. My point is: she was honest. She was fucking REAL. And for that? Yeah, cheers, you crazy bitch.

[he cracks his own can of soda and downs about half, then lets out a monstrous belch] Well, that was deep. On to the more superficial stuff, for those of you who only tune in for the weekly world report. Our newbies of the moment: Simba*, Jade*, Peeta*, Jorge*, Mistress* - wait, seriously, are you fucking kidding me? Mistress of WHAT?! ... Ha. Boy, someone's about to get their lemonade pissed in, big time. [he laughs]

In other news, the clinic's got a staff list up, so now you know who to go and whine to if you get a papercut. Heh heh.

BUT! Here's the big news, drumroll please -

[and instead of drumroll you get -- a very badass bit of dubstep. hell yes.]

Open your doors, kids. Each and every one of you has your belated Christmas present from yours truly sittin' outside: a radio. There's a little book that'll tell you how to use it, especially if you've been living centuries before wireless communication was even an IDEA ... but here's the kicker. It's not just for receivin' signals and music. Paradisa's got its VERY OWN radio tower, now, up on the roof ... well, it always had one, but I've boosted the signal, made it a little stronger, a little more FUN to play with. And anyone with one of these radios can start up their very own broadcast! Share your voice, share your opinions, get your thoughts out there, play some fuckin' tunes, do whatever you want with 'em. This is all about expressing yourself, showing the castle the REAL you. The more avenues we have for that sorta thing, the better, I say! So come on, let's make it happen! Let's start ourselves a residential revolution!

I'll be spinning some songs at you all night, tonight, but in the meantime, this is your ole pal Harry, remindin' you to eat your cereal with a fork, and read your journal in the dark.

[and with that, he'll kick this off and start dancing around his room like the spaztastic teenage white boy he is]

((OOC: YES, the radios and radio station are mod approved! "Broadcast" is now a post option in addition to written, dictated, and action!))