05

[takethat]

[What a whirlwind the past few weeks have been! And now, suddenly having this shiny new journal ready and waiting to be chickenscratched in, it doesn't really look like things are planning to slow down any time soon. After all, this place doesn't ever do anything without a reason, so Phoenix is coming to understand--even if that reason is "to mess with you."

He opens the new journal slowly (having always sort of savored the sound of cracking a book's spine for the first time), thinks a moment, and then writes the first thing that comes to mind in huge letters that take up the whole first page.]

I GOT MY BIKE BACK!

012 ~ Still an Angel [Dictated]

[demontobeloved]

( Filtered to Aradia Megido )

---

[Filter written down, Cole sits back in his chair in his room]

Well, everyone seems fine. It's a nice change to wake up and find a nice clean book lying on your face.

I hope everyone's still here.

9

[kamenriderdeno]

[Quietly, at first, as the journal records what's being said without these two aware of it.]

Oi, Ryotaro. What's this? Kid kinda looks like you.

Hm? A photograph? Let me se-...-Oh!! This is--!!

[ooc: So, remember how people were getting stuff from the castle for Christmas? Ryotaro has only just found his now, which is a photograph of his dead parents HOORAY i hope that's applicable as a thing]

Episode 86

[spongetastic]

It'll be two years today. It's hard to believe I've been here that long.

[he runs his fingers over his new journal. Many blank pages waiting to be filled and new memories to make]

(no subject)

[save_the_souls]

[Filtered away from first gens, anyone who would give information to the first gens and anyone who goes by the initials "SH". Oh and House. B| ]

Sorry to bother everyone, but I'm looking for information in regards to someone who writes in the journal and signs as "SH".

Other than being aggravating, they haven't done anything- but I'd still like to know who I'm speaking with.

Also, how many people still have their old journals with them? And if there's anyone whose arrived in the past couple days...how many journals were in your room?

And...would anyone be willing to see if that journal will still repair itself if it's destroyed?

Thank you for your time!

[Meanwhile Allen can be found out in the castle grounds, near the gardens. It seems he has cleared a spot of snow and has a shovel with him, currently trying to dig a small hole into the ground. Next to him is his old journal, sealed up in a waterproof bag]

Why did this have to happen in winter...?

20 spells cast

[kungfuwitch]

( Room filter. Also filtered to the castle itself )

( Piper )

For all the things this place does, at least it tries to give something back to us once in a while.

You know? I think I'm in the mood for a girl's night out. Who's in?

((ooc: Belated Christmas present get! Open over the journal))

66 is a rite of passage

[theoniongirl]

[written] January 11

[there's no year. What purpose did years have in a place that mixed and matched them at will? But the date was important. Somehow it seemed more so, with the journals empty. Like starting over, though her old journal sat next to her on the table, a reminder.

Pencil still in hand, she switches to speaking, musing as much to herself as to the castle at large]

Sometimes it feels like everything is made up of chapters in a book. They're all connected, but each one is something...new.

I've been here two years now, today. I'm still not sure if it feels like a long time or barely a breath...and now the castle seems to want a fresh start.

[she smiles, and it's evident in her voice as she starts to doodle a little twig man in the margin...her first sketch in the new book] I wonder how this chapter will go?

[OOC: As I'm not sure when I will be unable to comment here any longer, threads have been set up here for anyone who wants to continue them]

042 - Chicken Bone

[jammin_with_ed]

[It had been a long five months since Edward's been in Paradisa. Having taken time to learn the new layout and get back in touch with some friends, she's now ready to take on her next quest: to meet EVERYONE IN THE CASTLE! There were loooooots of new people, after all. So she's starting at the bottom and working her way up to all of the towers, knocking on each and every door. If there isn't an answer she opens the door and peeks inside with a mischievous grin to see what mysteries may lay within.]

Hello, hello, fellow visitors! Edward wants to meet yooouuuuu!!

((ooc: Dear god open to the entire castle. Up to you if you want to respond to her knocking, have her look in or just meet the kid prancing down the hallway))

2.2 ✞ dictated;

[bloodsugar]

[maybe you remember this guy's voice, eh? cheerful and polite? he was a little... uh, confused over the Christmas vacation -- and while he sounds much the same, he's more sure of himself this time around! (is this a good thing? ...for you?)]

Good afternoon, Paradisa...! It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I guess... not as long as it had been before, huh?

Um-- it's Father Abel, and I have to offer my sincerest, deepest, and most humblest of apologies for the long radio silence! Things have been a little... strange, since coming back from Paris. I thought it was probably a good idea to get my head in order before saying hello again, but-- well.

~HELLO~! My fairest Paradisians, you have no idea how nice it is to be back and... well, myself again! [that part is half-right, at least, he swears...!! he'll just gloss over the whole, had-a-fake-life thing like a boss.] I never thought I'd say this with such enthusiasm, but... here I am, and it's quite true! I'm very sorry for leaving without much notice, but I suppose the castle doesn't really give warning about these kinds of things, does it? I'm just grateful I was able to come back... exactly how I left. Which is to say, veritably able to recall... everything, from before August of last year. I'm not sure how it... happened, or why, but...

I'm beginning to think ignorance is bliss, at times like these. [no really.]

[...]

And, might I add, while I'm at it... a little note for those of you who saw fit to convince me that the journal was some sort of possessed demonic VOLUME OF DEATH while I was, ah. Aforementioned 'blissfully ignorant?'

[here, my dears, is quite the dramatic pause... before his voice goes lower and takes on a more MENACING TONE.]

I may forgive, but I will not forget. What goes around, COMES around, my friends, and you too shall know what it is to live in incorrigible horror one day. It may not be by my hand... but karma? Has an even longer memory than an elephant, so just watch yourself. Next thing you know, you'll be in a tutu, clucking like a chicken atop the roof and singing the blues to the wind on some horrible loss, alright?! These things ALWAYS happen.

[HUFF. --oh right, moving right along:]

--Ah, and... thank you! To everyone else with moral fiber and a conscience who so kindly attempted to explain that I was not, in fact, stark raving mad and actually... a part of the castle's ministrations. Really... I'm very grateful... It's been a long while since I've been on that end of things, and it's reminded me of how scary it can sometimes be. We should be a little gentler on our newest faces, shouldn't we? Maybe we forget how crazy the prospect of all of this could seem.

--Oh, but -- before I ramble forever... Lilith, Caterina and I will be up-keeping the church again -- it's in the Satis Tower, for those of you who might not be aware -- and, I'm living on the sixth floor with Lilith, now! So you can stop by and say hello if you want, okay? If you forgot, or, if this is the first time you've heard my doubtlessly charming and suave voice over the journals... those doors are always open to anyone at all, so don't hesitate to come any time you'd like. I mean it!

And...

[a little pause, and then something of a contented exhale. his voice is a little softer.]

...It's good to be home.

[and for those of you who feel like catching up -- or just feel like investigating the church, he'll be hanging out in there today cleaning things up and tidying a bit, humming pleasantly. feel free to harass the lanky priest sweepin' a sweep.]

[ooc: open... for ALL THE THINGS over the journal or in the church. oh my god so much tl;dr i am so sorry slkdjgsdf... and a note!!: my apologies to anyone that was still backtagging with me on lj; it's died a horrible death and won't function on my laptop sob. if there's anything you need to sort out, don't hesitate to drop me a line!!]

The first die cast -- again.

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia's given herself a little over a day to settle back into the Castle, much of it spent retracing steps she'd forgotten about completely until twenty-four hours ago. Most of that time has been spent alone, save for a few random encounters; she wants to be ready before she talks to most people, and to one person in particular. But midway through the day, Amelia opens her journal, still largely blank, lets out a slow breath, and starts speaking.]

This is Amelia. If anyone remembers when I was here before, I'm back now.

[She pauses for a moment then, considering something. The first time she'd been drawn to Paradisa, she needed a long conversation to realize what had been taken from her. This time she's noticed a certain absence right away, not a memory but a thing, although that doesn't make it much easier to accept.]

I think this place or whoever runs it--[Because she still refuses to completely believe the Castle is sentient]--took something else from me. I still have that same loss from before, but I can't find my glove. Not my cloth gloves; it's technology.

[Amelia hesitates. She wants to describe it, because maybe it can be found...except she knows better. Just like she knows that when she left, that memory came back only to be taken again.]

Anyway. I guess I should ask what I've missed.

[But of greater concern is the trek Amelia makes shortly after she finishes the entry. There's a piece of long overdue business to address, and Amelia heads downstairs to the castle basement. Regardless of anything else, Amelia can be glad for the chance to finally finish things with Legato.]

first.

[ironlady]

[Caterina has been using this time to read up on everything she missed while in Paris. Needless to say that came to an abrupt end recently. While she laments losing the chance to read the words of the people she desperately misses, it is also for the best. She needs to move on. It does not take her long to start working out the necessary steps to do so.] 

( Peace Patrol )

[After that filter Caterina is exiting her room. She has her coat with her in hand since putting it on is a lost cause for her. Whoever she runs into on the way outside will no doubt get suckered into helping her.]


[ooc; open action from second floor to castle gardens.]

four breaks of the stone

[craggyfaced]

[The journals begins by dictating the sound of heavy boot steps crunching over the January snow, as if perhaps this might be one of those random entries.

A few seconds later, however, sounding rather hesitant, is a gruff voice addressing the page.]

Ahem. Since it is evident to me that I will not be returning home immediately, I suppose it it best for me to get some manner of work her in Paradisa - unfortunately the Peace Patrol, worthy effort though it is - does not pay anything. I wondered if anyone could recommend a place that would need help?

Ah. Also, this may be an odd request, but might there be a place where I might be able to acquire alchemical supplies? I don't require much, but I would rather....

[The sound of walking cuts of rather sharply followed by a small sound of surprised]

It would seem the castle has taken to kidnapping animals as well...

[He doesn't sound all that displeased. It's nice to see Blackalock again]

((ooc:So yeah, Durge is in the stables and has discovered his castle gift, i.e. his warhorse. Open in person and via journal!))

001 Enter the Alchemist

[snacklist]

[Sometime after the initial panic of finding himself in a strange place where books talked at you when you opened them, there were no Homunculi or anyone familiar at all, and... everything ever; much later at night after things have started to sink in, there is a polite sounding voice over the journals after a self conscious throat clearing.]

Good evening! My name is Alphonse Elric and... do any you know Brother? His name is Edward and he's the... [little] ...alchemist with a red coat.

[What more can he really say? This is still so overwhelming and ridiculous.]

...I hope I can meet you all in person soon, talking over... a book seems a bit impersonal for a first meeting. [And then, in case that made anyone think he didn't want to talk now, he hastily added:] But it's nice to meet you anyway.

[ooc: Open to all]

(no subject)

[exanimatus]

[hello, Paradisa. enjoying the new journal? that fresh, new-book smell? all of the clean pages?

well, not for long, as someone appears to have dumped like four pounds of glitter paint on the pages. we've got some pink and blue and green and red and... oh, wow, it really sticks if you accidentally touch that stuff and--oh, oh jeez. oh man, it's starting to ooze all over the place-- wait, whoa, god now there's glitter all over your fingers and how did it get on your clothes?

who thought this was a good idea!? they aren't saying... but they do feel strangely satisfied at finally finding a use for the damn stuff.]


[[ooc: this is easy enough to avoid if a character just turns the page, but if you feel like encountering the glittery mess on these pages, go wild. Zelman... may or may not say anything.]]

Mission Nineteen

[triela]

Grumpy was the first bear Hilshire gave me. It's strange, but I still remember everything about him. I thought I would forget when I came back to Paradisa. Hilshire was the precious thing I lost last time.

Whatever it is I lost this time, I'm glad I have my memories.

(no subject)

[notanthea]

[Sitting at the kitchen table, she is leafing through the two journals beside her with one hand. On the other, she holds her newly recovered cell phone to which she is quickly adding information. She has been here a while if the half-eaten plate of food next to her and quarter gone bottle of wine is any indication. If anyone were to peek over her shoulder, they would discover notes about things such as restaurants and clothing. Only Mycroft and perhaps Sherlock know the code she's using to encrypt the information and could read what she's really typing.]

( Mycroft Holmes )