Hit 001 ~ [Action/Dictated]

[midhitgrope]

[Have a random, bloodied man wandering your lobby, Paradisa. And he does not look happy.]

The fuck is going on?

[There's a journal open on the lobby floor which is catching all of this. As soon as the guy strays too far from it, it picks itself up and hurls itself at the back of his head. Hard.]

Ow! Sonnuva-

[He looks down at the open journal at his feet]

Jesus, if this is hell, this ain't what I signed up for, man. Where's the fire and brimsstone and shit? There was no violent books in the stori-

[He pauses as he realises his words are being written into the open journal. He picks it up.]

...Now that's fuckin' trippy, man.

((OOC: Open in person or over the journals.))

+102

[imnot_likeyou]

[the journal flips open with a sigh and this apology has to come at some point, because ... yeah]

First of all, sorry to anyone I may have ... sneak attack hugged or emoted all over a couple of days ago. I really shouldn't have and I'm a hundred percent sure it was a castle thing. It happened to me before, a long time ago, and I ... don't normally do that, despite what Dean may tell you.

So ... I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

Hopefully.

Second of all -- anyone looking for a job? The Pie Hole needs a few extra hands in town, so if you're interested, you can get in touch with me over the journal or come down to the shop, and we'll talk.

Thanks!

[and he'll be down at the Pie Hole for the rest of the day, doing various things to keep himself on top of things, but feel free to swing by if you want to see him]

dictated

[allaboutattitude]

So, Paradisa, I have a request for y'all. Can any of you play piano or some other musical instrument, or be willing to teach a girl some self-defense moves? Or any other skills you'd be willing to share? There's only so much reading a girl can do before she starts getting restless.

The more the merrier, I guess. And I'm a pretty quick learner so it shouldn't take up too much time.

Thanks in advance.

(no subject)

[squartatore]

( private )

[filtered to clinic staff, other medical practitioners, people with knowledge of first aid]

[her pen stills for a moment, then adds on to the filter:]

[does not include users of healing techniques magic-based in nature]

Say I intend to learn how to patch someone up. Not necessarily myself. Where would you recommend I begin?

[oh, right...should give them some idea what they're working with]

Consider my knowledge in this field next to none. [what little she has, she picked up from hanging around the class health officer and being in the presence of hospital people for months on end] Like, if I were given the idiot-unfriendly name of a pill that ends with "ium" or "ate," I wouldn't have any idea what it's supposed to do to a patient.

one

[linguistical]

Hi— [ He stops and a muffled: A book. I’m talking to a book., can be heard. ] Hello, my name is Daniel Jackson. And from what I’ve managed to gather from this… [ Those who know him probably can imagine the look he is giving to the journal right now. ] journal, I’ve been kidnapped by some sort of higher power, unceremoniously dumped here, and there is no plausible way to get back home. [ A beat. ] Well it’s a nice place you’ve got here. Very… medieval.

Right so, if what I’ve read if correct. I’ve lost something of importance to me, what that is I have no idea, time doesn’t pass back home and I’ll be dropped off right where I was taken. The kitchen is on the first floor. [ Ha. ] The chances of this planet having a Stargate is exponentially low and as far as anyone can tell there is no one running this place. Great. Haven’t forgotten anything have I? [ He probably has forgotten to mention a few things, but they aren’t all that important at the moment. ] Well, if anyone does manage to find a big round ring with strange symbols anywhere, just… shout. Or filter. I guess.

—Oh, if anyone from the SGC or Atlantis can hear this? We need to talk. Sooner, rather than later.

038. Celebration Day

[samson]

[Brock's in the library today. He's not reading anything or looking for books because the only books Brock Samson reads are car manuals and "men's interest magazines" and the library is really lacking in those. But he is writing in the journal.]

( people he's spoken to about his stupid wedding )

( Mark..... fuck what is his last name. Mark, the kid who talks on the radio )

( Ezio Auditore )

[That done, Brock is now just at a table in the library, writing notes to himself. How exciting.]

[Dictated]

[anothershirtruined]

 It seems that I have found myself in need of some assistance.  Does anyone here have any talent for sewing?

fifteenth examination [ dictated ]

[longaevus]

After hearing questions of it over the journal I thought it best to ask, to gauge actual interest. My name's Helen Magnus and I've been placed in charge of the clinic here. If you would ever like to learn more, be it first aid or other training the clinic is always open to you.

Alternatively if there are questions that you have or if you would prefer to see someone more privately away from the clinic any of the staff are able to come to you no matter the time or problem.

[ Clinic staff / anyone that's expressed an interest ]
I thought that I'd check in, see if you were all still here and wishing to serve as staff still. If you also know of anyone else that would be interested please pass their name along.

[ Friends ]
Are you all alright after the past few days?

[ Declan Macrae ]
How have you been settling in?

// 001 //

[littledhampir]

Boring, boring, no one cares. 

[Well she's at least managed to find the journal, but nobody should have expected her to actually bother reading anything more than just the title of each page]

Oh – No, still boring... What?

[She has flipped back to the first page and can now see the words she has spoken appearing before her.]

What the - [the text appears] Stop that. [Again] Stop it! [...] Stop repeating everything I say!

[Yes. She was having an argument with a book]

Alright then book, you're so smart why don't you tell me where the hell I am.

119.0

[encryptedlock]

((ooc: backdated to this morning. Guess whose third anniversary is today?))

[...York doesn't even know why he's surprised anymore.

Hi, Paradisa.

There's a giant panda and a little red panda curled up in the lobby, looking forlornly at the tower stairs. How were they supposed to ask Carolina for help if they had to climb all of those? And why isn't there any bamboo nearby?]

prayer two ✞ dictated ✞ anyone catholic / religious?

[starhipped]

Ash Wednesday has passed and while .. we may be here, perhaps it would be appropriate for some to celebrate Lent? I certainly won't require anyone to fast or take it to an extreme that you aren't comfortable with, but perhaps it's something we can all celebrate together!

If .. people are interested, write me back! I'd be happy to supervise any kind of service, even though I'm just a nun!

[ filter to Father Abel, Father Tres, and Her Eminence ]

I hope .. this isn't too forward.

[ ooc: This is essentially going to serve as a set up for Esther discovering what her loss (prayer) is. ]

How far?

[fredless]

[It's taken a while to sort it out. A while she can't help but feel guilty over. She should've sensed something sooner. But the feeling in her gut doesn't take long to verify]

For anyone that knows...knew her?

Cordelia's gone.

10th Perscription ~ [Action]

[atadiscoverer]

[The Lux is the quieter of the two bars in Paradisa, and so it finds Dr. Carson Beckett at the bar. He's idly stirring at his drink with a stirring straw.

He's also looking pretty depressed, too. Which is different from his mix of worried, dissapproving and happy expressions. Something must be up.

Do you have the heart to go and ask him?]

((OOC: Open to The Lux.))