Feb. 29th, 2012

nurse_boy: ([rory] [the] confused)
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[it's been awhile since Rory's spoken up much publicly. Too much had happened to him and Amy in too short a period of time, and as a result he's been keeping to himself mostly, staying in his room or working odd hours in the clinic when no one else is around. It doesn't help that he's a somewhat shy, reserved homebody to begin with--but he's got a pressing thought on his mind, and hopes there's someone else at the castle who can understand. He's not counting his luck though]

[filtered away from River and the Doctor]

Has anyone here--either here or back home--ever, um, had a child get married? Or given away a--a daughter? Or anything like that?

Just curious.

valkyrie_in_mjolnir: ([UA] Here ...)
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[They'd been having a conversation about why the shower wasn't working and her shampoo bottle was somehow filled with ketchup when it happened; whilst preparing breakfast, Naomi cracked an egg open with the hopes of some sort of omelet (since, thanks to her Loss, MREs were right out), when a fully grown and very angry pterodactyl plopped out of the egg and promptly started making a mess of things, including but not limited to jabbing Naomi in the shoulder and grabbing BB's chip out of the terminal where he'd been set up. Then, it crashed through a window and made its escape.]


[The journal opens with a whuff as Naomi slams it on a table, and there's an odd screeching fading in the background.]


If you see the dinosaur -- don't shoot it. It took BB and I need him back unharmed. Tell me where it's going and I'll take it out when it lands. [Her voice is cool and controlled, that Spartan sensibility kicking in full force, but there is definitely fire in her tone.]

[[Ooc: There is now a Pterodactyl loose on the grounds! Feel free to NPC it stealing things and hoarding them in a nest on top of the castle; Mod-approved as long as no on is injured! I'll post again tonight with its take-down for people to get their things back (and help take it out, if they want)]]
youfallback: (L: To this phenomenon.)
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[Carolina pulls her journal open in a rush around 0900, in the background are the sounds of something whipping around, some cracking wood, water splashing around, no big. Her voice is that of her own, rather than any barking, as the loss wore off just at the right time.]

Xena!

[A thump and a grunt from Carolina before a loud squeak of someone being dragged across hardwood. Her voice is much farther away this second time,] Giant. Squi---

[Shattering of glass as she's slammed against her mirror, but at least she's got something sharp now to fight back with.]

Giant. Squid. Bring a sword.
ectobabble: (blast 'em!)
[personal profile] ectobabble
[Ray is normally somewhat of a mid-morning person. but this morning he's woken by the sound of the alarm he installed next to his bed - a very loud, fire-station type of bell that he put in because he'd grown used to the sound of it back home.

and he'd conditioned himself to know what that sound meant, too: ghosts.

he's already up and out to the lobby in his pajamas before he realizes that this isn't a dream - that there really IS a containment breach in the basement, and --

-- and the columns of the lobby are twisted like soft-serve ice cream and the door to the basement looks like something out of a Tim Burton movie. okay, so maybe it IS a dream.

he runs with it anyway, darting down the hall into the Patrol headquarters, fumbling with the security codes to the locks. a ghost glides past him on his way through the antechamber, and when he reaches the main area, it's plain what's happened - the door to the containment unit has been knocked loose and ghosts are streaming out of it. some of them fly out willfully, others just kind of drift as though they're not quite sure what to do with themselves. and even more oddly, some of them are just sort of pressed into the opening -- as though they're trying to keep some others out.]


OH, SHIT--!

[Ray rushes up to the door and throws his back against it, pushing with all his might to get it closed. when it finally seals, he lets out a sigh of relief and checks the counter on the side, as the escapees drift around. he can already hear crashes from inside Brennan's lab as a few of them get into -- something.]

... well, nothing I can do about it right now, I guess. Might as well go put some real clothes on and suit up.

[he takes a second to catch his breath, then begins the trudge back up to his room. yeah, if this was a dream he would already be there by now. so something's definitely up with the castle. at one point he's pretty sure the stones of the tower wall are sagging, somehow, like something out of a Salvador Dali painting. once he reaches his room, he goes straight for his closet and starts speed-dressing - jeans, t-shirt, socks, Ghostbusting jumpsuit, work boots. then he opens his journal:]

Good morning, Paradisa. This is Dr. Ray Stantz. Listen, if you see some extra ghosts running around today, it's -- we had a containment breach down in the basement. It's probably due to all this ectoamospheric weirdness we've got going on, which I'm also gonna look into - but I'm gonna need some help carrying ghost traps and PKE meters to help track these things down and put 'em back. They're all Class Threes and Fours, humanoid, but we need to get 'em contained before they cause too much more structural damage. I'll be down in the basement in about ten if anyone wants to meet me there.

[only, it'll be more like twenty, because when he wishes up a trunk for the extra equipment, he gets a very small elephant, which he has to chase around the apartment ... and keep Blue from hurting ...

he'll be there eventually. promise.]



((OOC: Happy Leap Day! ALL ghosts are townspeople, there are no WOW-related or PC spirits loose in the castle. On that condition, this has been Mod Approved! Come help Ray catch some ghosts, or feel free to have one get into your stuff and wreck it. ... As if you didn't have enough troubles, today....))

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Feb. 29th, 2012 11:08 am
needtoruleit: (comic - Paranoid)
[personal profile] needtoruleit
[at first there's just whistling, like the kind a bored prisoner would be doing while leaning on the bars of their cell. ...And then there is suddenly this other sound. Kind of like what dropping fifty pounds of jello on the floor might sound like]

--What the... oh. Gross! [squishsquish] Did this seriously just happen? [but, after looking around a little, there is no one there to answer his question. Whoever liquified the bars is apparently choosing to remain anonymous. So, he decides not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and just gets the hell out of there.

...But, as hard as he tries, he can't get very far. The hallway is somehow... looping??

And winding around without getting anywhere. And somehow leading back into his mangled cell. Like some surreal rat maze]


Okay. So... I'm dreaming. That's what this is, right?

[yelled up at the ceiling, now] Time to wake up, Billy! This is stupid! Get up! ...Or... y'know. Get more creative!

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Feb. 29th, 2012 11:25 am
ardor: ([Spaz] Fack)
[personal profile] ardor
[Hey, Paradisa. You know those really weird paintings of stairs? Yeah, things are actually like that in the lobby. Thanks mods! One unfortunate redhead will the bearer of news today.

Coming down the main staircase to go into the lobby, Kallen closes her eyes in a yawn, and when she opens then, things are literally upside down. ... or maybe it's her. Sort of hard to tell, either way. Regardless, once she realizes something is horribly amiss, she freezes in place before scrambling and pulling her journal out of her bag.]


-the hell?! This is crazy even for this place! [Quickly calming herself, she gets right to the point.]

The lobby's messed up in a huge way. Things are backwards and sideways, and I'm standing upside down on the staircase. [A pause.] If anyone can fly or move people or whatever I would really appreciate the help.

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Feb. 29th, 2012 11:32 am
adorbs: (fret ♫ don't go fishing!)
[personal profile] adorbs
U-Um..! Excuse me! [Nanako's voice is being heard over the journal, but it sounds kind of funny? Like it's a little warped]

I went to do laundry, but the laundry room... Um, when I turned it on it made giant bubbles. [yes, giant magical bubbles are being generated from Nanako's washing machine] They're really pretty, but... I-I'm stuck in one.

So, i-if anyone's not busy, um.... [her voice gets a bit softer as the bubble lazily drifts to the other side of the room, away from the journal] I need to finish my laundry... please.

[ooc: So if you're a brave soul that enters into the laundry room? You'll find big bubbles, kind of like the bubble that Glinda rides in the Wizard of Oz... except these ones like to absorb people! Once you're inside, you can only get out once the bubble pops, or someone outside of the bubble pops it :') So come by to help out Nanako, or get your character caught in a bubble too! It's up to yoooou]

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Feb. 29th, 2012 12:13 pm
doublethefun: (rawr!!)
[personal profile] doublethefun
[weird things happening by themselves aren't /really/ a big deal. After all, this is Paradisa. Plus sharing a palace/city with enthusiastic magical unicorn foals would probably result in at least /some/ wayward magic.

However, things are rather...discordant. Waking up in a bed-turned-into-lime-green-mushy-linguini was pretty bad. The swarm of giant baby guinea pigs that showed up right after to devour said bed was kinda freaky, but at least the now-rock-candy-furniture seem to be holding their attention - for the time being.

But the tipping point was the veritable fountain of chocolate milk that gushed out of the sink when she turned on the faucet. And no matter what she did, it would not shut off. In fact, the guinea pigs seem to be building emergency life boats with her books and astronomy notes.

So. With a flash of blue magic, an unusually bedraggled alicorn now appears in the lobby, chocolate milk dripping from her coat to puddle on the floor. She flaps her wings, sending flecks of chocolate milk everywhere. And if that wasn't enough, she rears, slamming her forehooves into the flagstone and cracking it neatly in half before shouting at the air.]


Discord! Show thyself afore We root thee out of thy miserable hiding place and impress upon thee the meaning of everlasting nightmare, thou wretched snake!

[oh and her eyes are aglow with magic and the air is almost crackling with electricity. Approach?]

[[ooc: any Royal Canterlot Voice used in comments will be in bold font and normally sized. 'Cause I'm lazy.]]

27th Death

Feb. 29th, 2012 12:22 pm
twisted_baroque: (What...?)
[personal profile] twisted_baroque

[Dextera doesn't mind the new sort of insanity that Paradisa seems to be experiencing today. in fact, it reminds him of back home in less of a Everything is Trying to Kill You sort of way.

however the library is weirding him out. there are books everywhere and the shelves are stacked on top of each other - going up and up and well passed where the ceiling was supposed to be. occasionally they shake and the mute hopes that the books won't fall on him again.

carefully he makes his way around to pick out a book to try and read it but when he does find something, another book appears in it's place. curiousity getting the better of him again, Dextera pulls that one out too. another one appears again. hun. was there something inside the bookshelf that was making that happen? should he check?

....if you also happen to be in the libaray, you might hear the sound of something crashing. investigation will reveal a large pile of books with someone's arm sticking out of it.

halp?]



[ooc: open]

3 Zephers

Feb. 29th, 2012 12:26 pm
soccerwhisperer: /)_(\ (soccer stop stripping)
[personal profile] soccerwhisperer
[A certain someone thought it'd be a good idea to practice soccer in the lobby where there were strange things going on, because hey, if you played in a stadium that had flippers and bumpers popping up every so often, you wouldn't think twice.

Unfortunately, he's not used to the idea that the castle does funny things, so as soon as he kicks his soccer ball, it starts ricocheting off everything, like a giant super bouncy ball]


Someone stop that ball!
bootsweremadeforcasting: ({He he HehA HA})
[personal profile] bootsweremadeforcasting
[Jade had already accepted that normality was a fluid concept in Paradisa. What was normal was based on the day and how the castle... Er.. Felt at the moment. However, there were some things that Jade decided were... not normal. Waking up and trying to fix his bed resulted in the blanket folding itself to look like some sort of origami star. When he gave up on that and went to brush his teeth, his toothpaste looked like peanut butter.

Wishing for actual toothpaste just got an avalanche of toothpaste tubes to come flying from his shower. Escaping the bathroom and slamming the door shut, the mute man stared around his room, wondering just what in the dickens was going to go wrong next. This manifested by Jade going to pick up his journal and leave the room. However, the door was hiding what seemed to be a large brick wall made of... oatmeal?

Poking it revealed that Jade could push through if he didn't mind getting dirty. And thus, Jade Curtiss escaped from a room in a magic castle by shoulder-slamming an oatmeal wall.

However, now Jade was covered in cinnamon-smelling food, which called for rectification. Asking for a towel got... nothing except a small white thread.. So, he reasoned, getting a bit of a shower would help. However, his shower being used as a stockroom for toothpaste, he wished for a bit of water. It'd be all right, he'd clean it up later.

Jade felt what seemed to be vague confusion as a torrential downpour came from the ceiling after it opened up like a mouth (complete with creepy lips).

And didn't stop.

Sorry Gaudium tower, the hallway is now kind of flooded with a few inches of swift-running water like an over-sized water slide. Jade himself is being swept down, trying to grab things to keep himself from being flushed into the stairs. His journal, however, has already made the trip and disappeared to who-knows-where.

Care to help a Colonel still in his pajamas?]

((OOC: Open to all Gaudium Tower residents and whoever decides to come up to the flooded hallway or be bowled over by Jade.))
blue_sniper: (Default)
[personal profile] blue_sniper
[This is unknowingly dictated as he wanders into the lobby that morning.]

...What the-?! [There's a loud noise as he pretty much trips down the flight of stairs because one stair is missing.] Damn.

[A few minutes later, Bucky's sitting on the bottom of those steps, looking at the lobby in all its crazy, hallucinogenic glory with his journal open next to him, trying not to panic.]

Anybody got any ideas on why the lobby is...'interesting', today?
toyhopes: (Little Vivi ~Listening)
[personal profile] toyhopes
[February seems to have become Vivi's creative month. In other words, she's been so bored being stuck inside when she's so used to running around outside every day that she's been trying to find things to keep herself entertained. At the moment she's in the kitchens, digging around the cabinets and pulling out as much aluminum foil as she can find. There are no clues to what exactly it's for other than the pile of foil tubes and a few cardboard boxes outside the door of the kitchen. Can you guess what she's up to? Here's a hint, it may have something to do with all the weirdness going on.]
saccharosium: (......i have no words)
[personal profile] saccharosium
[ Ugh, today is a horrible day and Stocking hopes it never happens again.

Her stockings were neon colors that so did not match her lolita outfits, her tea was always cold and with milk in it, and now she could not even make regular cupcakes.

So now the journal is filled with a sound of rage and frustration.
]

Why do the cupcakes keep coming out black and spicy?!!! [ Then the sound of pans hitting the floor. ]

Stupid castle!


[ ooc; Open for journal or action! ]
payback: (map; plans & papers & seven seas.)
[personal profile] payback
[filtered to people who are interested in the welfare of the castle and the situation with Legato; filtered away from evil people, Legato's allies, and people who would pass information onto them, filtered away from the first gens and those who would pass information onto them, also filtered away from Uru]

Given that it seems we're still stymied on what to do with Legato, I am going to elaborate on my suggestion from earlier.

If, after I go over this, you have nebulous complaints but no suggestions, please save them until you have actual ideas to contribute. If you feel that it's "not your job" to help but would like to criticize anyway, save it. When you take it on as your job, you can control what happens. If you're not willing to do that, then shut up.

Moving on.

Simply turning Legato loose is a terrible suggestion for a number of reasons. For one, we don't have limitless minders for him - anyone who was keeping an eye on him would have to do it all the time, or break into shifts so he was watched all the time. People have lives and this is obviously impractical, obviously also because he could mobilize the townspeople against them easily, and probably a lot of them would die. I hope we care about the lives of the townspeople enough to think about that, and it should negate it outright. Besides this, Legato still has some allies free - other people who worked with him under Riful. Joshua is obviously one such, and he'd probably team up with Legato if bribed with an ice cream come, if he even needed that. A minder might be able to handle Legato, but could they handle Legato and Joshua? Besides, if he escaped, we'd have a hell of a time digging him out wherever he went to ground. Just look at how Joshua is still free.

The outpost, on the other hand, offers a secluded area and a controlled environment to keep him in. He can be minded all the time, and his minders won't need powers to keep an eye on him either. He can have some range of motion there and more stimulation but he won't be as dangerous or hard to control.

I suggest we devote one of the rooms to being his, and collect teams of people willing to mind him on rotating shifts - say two weeks each. Someone is always with him, always watching him, and if he has visitors, he is not left alone with him. If you want to cry at me about how that's so cruel not to give him privacy go devote your misplaced sympathy to the townspeople.

I suggest we install a padded shackle or something in one of the rooms. He can be leg chained at night, and drugged in case he figures out a way to slip out somehow - though we can also watch him overnight. This will obviously require support and participation from other residents so no one gets burned out or has to spend too much time out there when they'd rather be doing other things, and people will have to help supply people living outside in the outpost with food, books, and other things they might need.

If anyone has suggestions to give, I'm happy to listen to them, but Zelman is probably right at least in that Legato is just getting worse the longer he's left in prison and we should do something. If we don't want to execute him, this is the next-best thing, I think.

Brock )

Uru )

Crowley & Aradia )

Abel )

[Whew! What a chore.

After that talking and some of those tough filters, Rin can be found... sitting on top of one of the castle's towers admiring the view. Nope, not looking out a window, or standing on the roof, but sitting on top of the tower with her feet dangling over the edge.

From here the landscape bends up dizzyingly and unnaturally around the castle, like it's being viewed through a glass sphere or a kaleidoscope. All around is a tapestry of the forest, fields and down, bending up past where they should disappear into horizon and deliriously detailed. It's like something Salvador Dali would paint, is what Rin would say, if only she knew who Dali was!

... Dictated, sounding calm.]


If anyone wants to get outside and look out around from someplace high up, you should. This is quite a sight. I wonder if photographs would develop this just how it looks? [She does have her camera in its back, slung under one arm...]

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Feb. 29th, 2012 04:23 pm
vengefully: (>/)
[personal profile] vengefully
[Sasuke is just walking through the hallways, he's trying to make his way through all the craziness of whatever is going on with the castle between the twists and turns with the stairs to the things turning upside down. He was trying to head outside but the castle but he wasn't having much luck as this felt like being in a maze or something]

This is ridiculous. What's even going on with this place?
eat_me_beat_me: (fuck your anonymity)
[personal profile] eat_me_beat_me
[Nora is DEFINITELY taking advantage of the castle weirdness and is currently standing on the ceiling (or, well, one of the funky staircases that apparently lead to the ceiling, wtf) of the lobby painting vines around one of the pillars. The thing is - her painted vines are cracking through the paint and soon there are live vines twisted around the pillar. She pulls her paint brush away to get more paint and the paint continues smearing through the air, a vine trailing after it.

Her eyes get wide and she swoops it around in a loop, watching the paint swirl and the vine reach. When the paint runs out she grins and grabs her journal, her fingers leaving green smears on the pages.]


Mark )

Peeta )

I have to say, of all of the things that have happened here this is pretty awesome. [She yelps and ducks as a pterodactyl flies by] If trippy as hell.

((ooc: Open like whoa. Come paint with Nora!))
workaphilic: (the thirteen watches;)
[personal profile] workaphilic
[ Private ] )

[Some time later, the residents are going to be regaled with the stunning commentary of one Mr Sherlock Holmes. I bet some of you are THRILLED.

His speech is fast and clipped, a little disjointed, like his brain is jumping from topic to topic too rapidly for his mouth to keep up. He's excited, though, and positively CHEERFUL. All of the chaos plus the feeling of the castle is just shy of overwhelming; it's a bit like a runner's high.]


Interesting. Isn't it? Curious. No, no, don't answer that. Wasn't a question. Sure the lot of you have managed to figure it out anyway.

[There's the high-pitched squeal of heavy furniture being dragged across hardwood, followed by a wet sort of thump. Sherlock sounds a little out of breath with glee.]

Oh, that's brilliant. [Then, directly to the journal:] Excuse me. Have an experiment to run. Castle has been so kind as to provide me with materials. Interesting ones, very interesting. And who am I to turn down an act of charity? [beat] Rhetorical, again.

Have a nice day.

[And if one didn't know better, he might almost sound sincere.]

((Replies will be slow! Just couldn't help myself, wah. Thanks for your patience! c: ♥))
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[personal profile] youhavebeenflynned
[The day hadn't started well for Harry. He had woke up as usual. But when he tried to shower heat and cold had swapped so when he tried to run a warm shower he got a chilly surprise. He hadn't bothered making breakfast and instead wishing it up. Instead he got ice cream on bread. After a few more tries he finally gave up and threw the failed breakfasts into a trash can. Deciding to make it himself he went to the kitchen. However the corridors had turned into some kind of surreal paining. It looked almost like the corridor was melting away.]

Does this happen often? That stuff doesn't work and that the corridors starts to melt away?

[Harry can currently been found walking through the corridors as he tries to find the lift or at least some stairs.]
cloakand_danger: (Were you born to resist?)
[personal profile] cloakand_danger
[Yuan was going to make an announcement about the Patrol today, but then he woke up to his Bellossom floating serenely in a beam of sunlight, looking confused but cheerful, and his cats entangled somehow in a giant ball of string, and decided that the day when reality was out to lunch was not the right day for serious discussion of major issues.]

[After looking into the library and deciding not to brave the tyrannosaurus, he thought that he would instead wish up a book on woodcarving, for reasons of his own.]

[He is now being followed by a horde of tiny carved-wood animals, occasionally glancing over his shoulder at them in perplexity as he tries to figure out just what he should do about them. They don't seem hostile, at least?]


I'm considering moving back into the forest for the day. I'd be willing to bet my treehouse is still out there.
.

whitecovered: (♔ the wretched automatons)
[personal profile] whitecovered
[This was...strange. But that was par for the course...usually.]

Well, it seems that Paradisa is acting up moreso than usual, but-

[...]

...Good lord, what on earth happened to the library?! Bookshelves are not supposed to be placed like that! Neither are the books themselves!

[THIS IS AN OUTRAGE

and he can be found floating around the library quickly after finding out about the book T-Rex stomping around. Say what you want about a moving book fleeing from moving books, but it's actually kind of threatening in his view.]
too_fairytale: ([amy] horrified)
[personal profile] too_fairytale
[ooc: backdated to this morning]

[Amy's got her journal open, as usual; she tends to treat it like a radio. Open to hear the news, turned off when she's otherwise occupied. Right now she's making breakfast. Or trying to, anyway--their spatula seems to be missing. After going through all the drawers and cabinets in the kitchenette (twice) to no avail with steadily increasing annoyance, she finally gives up and asks the castle for a replacement]

Castle? Could I get a spatula? Because it looks like you've stolen mine.

[there's a short silence. And then a very loud thud. And THEN a bloodcurdling scream. Which gets answered by a distinctly tiger-sounding growl]
frogs: (❄ FUCK)
[personal profile] frogs
[Suddenly you hear the loudest shriek over the journal. It is loud and unpleasant to your poor ears. It is also an angry shriek quickly followed by the sound of things either being thrown or knocked over. It's hard to tell.

Then a loud swear. The loudest shout of "FUCK" you have ever heard, to be sure.

Then Jade shouting at the top of her lungs:]


WHY IS MY HAIR PINK?! All I wanted was to take a shower! John, this better not have been one of your pranks or you are dead!

⩪ 00:10

Feb. 29th, 2012 06:31 pm
deminuit: (⩪ 1/2 you are funny)
[personal profile] deminuit
[ okay.

what the fuck.

so the midnighter is all like, roaming the hallways (or roaming the ceilings when ground is not available) and looking out for stray monsters and velociraptors and tigers that he can lay the smackdown on. after coming out of some random room covered in god knows what, he finds a bunch of these weird ducks standing there.

he stares at them. and then moves on.

BUT THEN THEY FOLLOW, making weirdly terrifying quackcroaks. ]


Shoo. Go away.

[ do the ducks give a fuck? of course they don't. they continue to follow him. through hallways, across walls, over random fences and wading in random pools, watching as he fights... whatever is available to fight. and occasionally squawking and croaking and quacking at him.

obviously this is a sight that you should happen upon rn. ]
dreams_in_red: (uncertain)
[personal profile] dreams_in_red
[ooc: also backdated to this morning]

[Ever been woken up by the distinct impression that something is looking at you? Lucy just was. The only problem is, she's alone in her room. Both cats and the Arcanine are asleep in their own beds, so it's not them, either. It makes her uneasy enough to stay away and turn on a lamp before reaching for her journal and a pen]

Something's staring at me. But it's only me in here.
helljumper: (♫ Let's decide to be the architects.)
[personal profile] helljumper
[Waking up surrounded by books was strange. Glancing over to see one of the ghosts - now pink with orange spots, apparently - tossing his things around the room like some crazy redecorating manic was stranger, and just the slightest bit annoying.

But what really threw Rookie out of synch was when he noticed the variety of floating chocolate-shaped animals (in all shapes and sizes) causing a ruckus in his kitchen and the corner of his living room seemingly dedicated to just singing flowers. All of which were very out of tune, and far less friendly considering the rows of teeth most of them had, so it wasn't very long before he was scrambling for his door.

Only to have his journal smack him rather mercilessly in the back of his head the second he stepped outside.
] Ow!

[There's the sound of him turning around, and then a good long span of silence before:]

... The hell is going on here?

(ooc: Open as always, and back from the abyss that is no internet. Also he's going to have this thing following him around until the event is over. Think Carpet, but if it was a pseudo attention-seeking child who also likes to throw things. :D)

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Feb. 29th, 2012 08:05 pm
someoneto_carry: (you're losing the high ground)
[personal profile] someoneto_carry
[Zoe, like most other people, have been spending the day struggling with the castle's new antics. It turns out that designing your room to look like a spaceship can have some problems. Particularly- gravity problems]

[When she does manage to float close to the journal, she sounds tired and very very annoyed]


Anyone know what the hell is happenin'? I know we're still planet side.
so_bored: (Of light])
[personal profile] so_bored
[There’s a man sprawled across a couch in the lobby. He yawns lazily, flipping the pages in the journal every now and then.

Don’t recognize him? You shouldn’t. He’s new. But he sure is making himself at home.

He grins childishly and waggles his finger in the air, dictating to the journal. His voice starts out sing-songy.
]

Welcome to Paradisa, Izaya~ Make yourself comfortable~

I’ve been here for a few hours. Where’s the welcoming committee?

[He frowns as he flips to the first page, then back through quickly to the last.] Eh? Where’s the rest?

[He squints down at the journal with a pout on his face.] Ahhh… no fair, castle. Anyone willing to part with volume one of their journals?

[ooc: FORWARD-DATED to the 1st, so there are no crazy castle shenanigans. Open over the journals or in person! Please fill out his permissions post. Not necessary, but really helpful to me.]


heliacal: (Knew I should've taken that left turn...)
[personal profile] heliacal
I guess I should properly introduce myself, now that I've been here and know a bit more about the castle.

I'm Rapunzel. And... Bucky said there was a fairytale, but it has nothing to do with me.

I'm looking forward to meeting you all.

[...Oh, right.]

Also that... Hair-washing stuff? Shampoo?

Mine was different today. It smelled like hazelnuts.

[She's not really complaining. But then she doesn't realize she washed her hair with Nutella.]



its_worthdoing: ([Expressive] Looking Up)
[personal profile] its_worthdoing
[There has been a bit of quiet from one Willow Rosenberg since the most recent lock in. But now she has emerged, intent on heading to work for the day. She still has a shop to run. Only ---

Where did the staircase just take her. Was she actually higher now?]


Making a general announcement now. I had nothing to do with this.

dictated

Feb. 29th, 2012 08:41 pm
scourgeof8seas: (planning something)
[personal profile] scourgeof8seas
[Mindfang isn't bothering to write out an entry in the journal today - she's only taking a moment to dictate her thoughts between bouts of exploring the utter havoc that is the castle right now.]

I do not quite understand what has possessed this world today, but if only this were its typical disposition! This is surely more entertaining than its usual state. I believe I passed a beast made of books only moments ago - perhaps I shall track it and see if it can be slain.

[If you happen to be around the lobby, you might see a troll pirate running up and upside-down the staircases, trying to find something to flay with her sword. But don't worry, she's not really looking out to hurt anybody; she's just a bit high on the crazy atmosphere right now.

You just may want to watch your step.]


((ooc: Totally open!))
loisfuckinglane: (| clark | like the beatles song)
[personal profile] loisfuckinglane
[Filtered away from those who would wish harm to the bride and groom]


The Honor of Your Presence
is Requested at the Marriage of

Lois Lane and Clark Kent

Saturday, the Fourteenth of April

With Reception to Follow.

Please RSVP below.


[Voice, Same Filter]

Smallville and I figured it was long past time we set a date, so this is making it officially official. ... That is, assuming that the castle manages to put itself back together again by April, because if this is going to be the new standard around here? We might need to think about relocating the ceremony somewhere where the cake won't abruptly turn into a feral tiger. I mean, nothing against tigers, but this wedding? Is going to be circus animal free.

But for now, I'm going to go ahead and assume this is just one of the castle's usual bouts of temporary insanity and it'll allll blow over by tomorrow.  Or... next week.  

... At least by April.  Right, Paradisa?

Right.

[... ???]

... [Uhhhhh. What. The. What. After a second, she adds uncertainly:] ... Hello...?

echivoc: (brb taking a nap)
[personal profile] echivoc
[backdated to earlier today in the morning]

[Molotov is used to waking up curled around a man. But, as the sun streams into the bedroom on this morning, she realizes that this man is not nearly wide enough to be her fiance. In fact, this man is kind of grossly skinny (in her opinion).

She opens her eye and immediately shoves him away.]


What is wrong with you!

oocly cut for your pleasure )

Dictated;

Feb. 29th, 2012 09:44 pm
webbing: ([P] /Staring at the clock)
[personal profile] webbing
You know, I always feel like February is kind of the short changed month. Don't get me wrong, I get the whole Leap Year thing that goes on, keeping the calendar consistent without adding some bizarre fourth of a day and sending the world into chaos, but on a regular year it only gets what... twenty-eight days? You'd think some of those months with a full thirty-one could spare a day or two here and there. It's not like they're really hurting for extra slots here.

Pee ess, not a huge fan of the redecorating, but what else is new?
dontpatr0nizeme: (Default)
[personal profile] dontpatr0nizeme
...

Seriously, fuck you, castle.  Just fuck you.  I really did not need this.

I have a damn kitten that came out of my showerhead.  Really, castle?  Come on.  I don't need a pet.  At all.  Or the clawmarks.

And my helmet is lined with what appears to be peanut butter.

[Have adorable meowing in the background]
  Fine.  Shut up, I'll pet you.  You're as demanding as Kat was on her loss.

fluthlu: (clutch at forehead in irritation)
[personal profile] fluthlu
[Dictated, in a tense, immensely irritated voice: ]

If anyone has use for a veritable arsenal of marine life -

[There's a faint sloshing noise, and anyone on the fourth floor will see a door open up to let out a stream of ocean water, seaweed, and one grumpy sea turtle. A very wet young girl in a bathrobe follows.]

- I believe I can be of service.

rarities: (don't just stand there let's get to it❥)
[personal profile] rarities
[Paradisians, you'd better hope that you've left the hallway nice and clear this evening, because you may not have time to get out of the way of ... this.

"This" being a pony galloping furiously down the hallway. This pony is decked out in a bathrobe and curlers, and screaming at the top of her lungs.

While scissors chase her down the hallway.

Help a filly out?]


MY MAAAANE! NOT MY MANE!!!
nurse_boy: ([rory] [tbb] goddammit)
[personal profile] nurse_boy
[dictated]

[in the kitchen, there's the sound of banging pots and pans, general kitchen noise, and then--one extremely frustrated yell]

Really, castle? Really? How rotten can you be? All I want is a bacon sandwich, just one bacon sandwich--at this point I'd be happy with just, I don't know, a soggy bit of bread--

[more banging noises followed by a dull wet thwack--the sound of a fish hitting the linoleum]


And you give me kippers?! I bloody hate kippers! They make me ill! I eat them and I vomit! How am I supposed to get on like this? I haven't had a thing to eat all day! [he sounds like he's at his wits end. He is. He's starving and the castle will give him nothing but kippers, no matter what] Is this punishment? If it is I think I'll have the tiger back... please, castle. Just one bacon sandwich, is all I ask--

[thwack thwack thwackthwackthwack]

Bloody son of a--

[THWACK]

lonenoble: (Default)
[personal profile] lonenoble
...

Does anyone know if the castle is likely to fix the things that this has messed up with this once it's over? Or am I going to have to find a way to replace what the castle destroyed?

[Unhappy Spartan is very unhappy with a fair amount of ammunition being turned into crayons.]

My weapons don't fire colored wax.

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