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[gottaknockhard]

[Truth be told, Spike had woken up some time ago. He doesn't open his eyes or lift himself from the clinic bed, just listens to the people moving around him until he gets a better sense of why he's here. At least until he has an opening to slip out while they aren't paying attention. It was just a small coma, nothing that unusual really, and definitely nothing to make a scene about.

Besides, it seems weirdly crowded today. He figures that'll make it easier for him to disappear; which is exactly what he's attempting once the footsteps and chatter move away from him. (Whether or not he'll be successful when he hasn't used his legs in a few days is another story. He'll deal with it when he has to.)

Sometime later, there's a voice coming through the journal of someone trying to sort out which parts of his fuzzy memory are a dream and which parts he should feel responsible for.]

Sounds like it blew over anyway. What was --

[--his sentence clips off. All his thoughts and intentions hit a brick wall the second he catches a glimpse at another patient, lying in a neighboring bed, perfectly still except for the subtle rise and fall of her chest. (He keeps watching until he can be sure.) Julia...

That's one way to jolt someone awake.]


ooc: Open over the journal/in the clinic (because of course he was going to wind up there...) Posting just before work, so replies may be a little delayed. :)

002// Drinking Solves Everything

[ectoparody]

[Once Ray had been dropped off at the clinic and Peter had been thoroughly assured that his friend would be well taken care of, he decided that sitting around on his behind all day and worrying wasn't going to accomplish anything. With that in mind, he stood up and decided to take an idle walk around, figuring the worst that could happen would be a little comatose nap from a rouge lobster. After a half hour of aimless wandering, Peter stumbled across what he could only assume was a high end restaurant/bar establishment, based on the smells and noise coming from within. He figured he could use a stiff drink and good food to take his mind off things, and so without much preamble, he entered the establishment, gazing up at the neon sign reading "The Lux" as he shook his head slightly and mumbled]

Well la-dee-dah, don't I feel fancy.

[Despite his quiet ribbing, he did have to admit that The Lux was a rather well maintained and spiffy establishment. If his friend wasn't currently a catatonic vegetable, he'd be more inclined to appreciate his surroundings, but at the moment, he was just focused on getting to the bar for some bitter liquid mood improvers and preferably something that began with an M and ended with Meat. As he approached the bar, he saw a familiar back and raised an eyebrow as he recognized him as the one who had helped him back up in the hallway with the Crossbow. Sitting down and clapping the man lightly on the shoulder as he did so, Peter chuckled dryly, looking over the various bottles of booze that lined the shelf in front of him]

Fancy meeting you here Mr. Crossbow. Needed a little Irish Mouthwash to get the taste of lobster outta your mouth or are you just thirsty?

XX.

[hellshaped]

( Rose Tyler )

[dictated]

Easter's coming up pretty soon. For those of you who weren't here last year -- or ... I guess were "indisposed" or however you want to call it, the castle gave us a bunch of plastic eggs to fool around with.

You guys think we're getting something like that again? Or maybe we'll get Passover or something this year. Paradisa seems to be trying to be more inclusive lately, anyway. Not sure why that is, or what its reasonings are ...

Still. I wouldn't mind those little marshmallow birds. I think I could live with that.

046 ♕ [voice]

[loisfuckinglane]

( Felix )

( First Gens )

Second Oath // It shall not end until my death...

[direwolfbastard]

[So, though far from comfortable with his surroundings, Jon is starting to get used to being in the castle. Ghost, on the other hand, is getting stir crazy, not having anything to hunt.]

Can anyone tell me why there are no animals of any sort around the castle? Every time I've stepped outside, Ghost has gone off into the woods looking for prey, and I've yet to see him come back with anything. He's never gone this long without hunting, such that I've had to resort to feeding him from the castle's stores.

I'm also wondering about the seasons here. Do they always change this quickly?

[In an attempt to get Ghost some exercise, Jon is walking outside, with Ghost chasing after every tiny bit of movement he sees among the trees. Obviously, this calls for some in-person bothering, though Jon has his journal with him, waiting for responses to his questions.]

08 - Inorganic Category - Action

[radiantwingedone]

[ Someone's finally taken the time to go a bit further out of the castle grounds - and to be honest, he was doing this to avoid people. Because he's stuck in his old armor and not particularly pleased about it, and doesn't feel like picking a place in the castle to hide, since it evidently didn't want him to hide out in his room...

Duke's found a spot near enough to the castle that he feels comfortable enough in his ability to get back on his own, and has settled under a tree.

Several small animals - squirrels, and birds, mostly - have joined him in his sitting outside.

... he might seem to be holding quiet one-sided conversations with them. ]



((OOC: Duke is currently somewhat stuck in his old armor from when he was a knight. Complete with the pony tail, but the sheath at his belt is empty. He's not that happy about this. Also he's a disney princess in disguise))

46

[cheerupemoborg]

( Private )

( To Paradisa Itself )

[Filtered from Peace Patrol/Ex-Peace Patrol members, their allies, the First-Gens, other so-called 'heroes', and anyone who would pass information to these parties.]


Hello. My name is Hank Henshaw. Some of you may know me, some have you may not.

For those who don't, I have a proposition for you: I've started a little something I'm calling the Eschaton Society and would very much like for you to join. It's a cabal, of sorts, that would welcome anyone who is dedicated to further understanding the nature of Paradisa and especially those who do not allow society to place any constraints upon them. I'm sure we all have our own agendas here, and I like to think that the Society can accommodate us all and help us to achieve our myriad goals by providing both resources and security from those who seek to impede us.

So in the interest of encouraging cooperation, I would like to set up a little get-together, at whatever time would be acceptable for everyone.

In the meantime, I would also like to speak with anyone skilled in science, politics, or business.

I will gladly answer any questions you may have, and look forward to working with all of you.

1/One Question asked/Action/

[whatsinheeeere]

[[Curiosity core loves everything. Everything is just so interesting, she can never think of what she wantsto do first! Maybe go off and watch how paint dried? Or maybe she could ask whoever she met how many stars there were in space, or MAYBE she could go off and learn how to bake a cake and then find out how many cakes she could bake in a day! With a blindfold! On roller-skates! Outside! The possibilities of all the things she could do were endless, but instead of doing any of those things, she did what she thought would be the most important by the slimmest of margins! Explore this castle and find all the secret passageways! Even if there weren’t any secret passageways, there probably are emergency exits that she could pretend are secret passageways. If she were to encounter any of the people who lived in the castle, she’d probably want to ask them their name and if they knew any secret passageways. Maybe they would be willing to help her on the hunt to find them! They could maybe find a portal that leads them to other universes and then they could be like that storybook, Narnia. But first she would have to ask them how Narnia even works or what it even is.

Most important question: What is this place?

She started off, darting in and out of the castle hallways like a drunken little midget pretending to dodge imaginary turret beams and that slippery goo that sometimes test subjects use. Maybe she should ask someone what that goo was called! More questions! More more more! She better go off and begin to ask someone all these questions before she looses her mind and forgets!]]

third | dictated

[ironlady]

[Caterina thought nothing of the fact Abel was not around in the morning. He always found some trouble to put himself in the middle of. She does not doubt for a moment that is precisely what is keeping him gone all day. It is when the absence lingers into the evening that she feels the first pang of worry. She heads to the castle to see if he's in the church or his old room and of course the tell tale missing nameplate. He left her this time. Was in Paris again or truly home? Caterina is not sure what to even wish for. Rather than explore her own thoughts and feelings on it, she puts it off in favor of business. There were people to notify and loose ends to tie up. She opens her journal and gets to it.]

Father Abel Nightroad has left us once again. Whatever business you have with him Father Tres or I will gladly take over.

─ one hundred & thirty-seven

[amiable]

( friends | barring any villainous people )

( clark kent )

( tavros )

[ And today, Uru can be found at the duck pond accompanied by adorable ducks she's feeding, and a certain blue footed pal. Her journal lays open to the side, so it'll be picking up the occasional quacking and what sounds like, "Julian!"

It's been over two weeks since the weird message in her journal, plus that strange feeling that shook her for a bit. She might have been imagining it, but the weird stuff did happen on the leap day...

Hesitantly, she'll start: ]

I guess Julian migrated to wherever the ducks went for the winter. I knew he'd have more fun out here with them then being stuck in my apartment. He looks really healthy, too. I wonder where it is they fly off to. The south?

[ ... ]

Hey... um! At the end of February, the castle's magic acted really strangely, didn't it? It's just... has anyone felt or heard anything weird lately? [ A beat. ] Something creepy, maybe?! Or maybe it was just a cruel prank.

Or I'm imagining it? [ A heavy sigh. That's probably it. ]


[ ooc: open through journal or action at the duck pond. :D ]

Eighteenth Spell

[courageous_wit]

[she taps her quill trying to think of how to phrase her question]

Out of curiosity, how many people are from the planet Earth or know that Earth exists somewhere in your universe back home?

And if you are in one of those categories, what time period are you from? I'm from 1998, if anyone wants to know.

35th Seal Unlocked

[shadow_immortal]

( Friends and acquaintances )

( Django )

[Dainn's voice is picked up by the journal and he sounds...amused. more amused than usual.]

I think trying to claw your way up my leg isn't going to work the way you think it will.

[there's a soft 'thump' and the Immortal chuckles.]

See what I mean? Being me has its advantages, little kitty. Now come here...

(no subject)

[dupable]

[ A small orange tabby hisses loudly as it streaks across the front lawn of the castle, followed closely by a young girl with dog ears, and her twin who has currently managed to latch himself onto her head, and seems to be floating in the air while trying to reign her in.

He's also somehow manage to hang onto his journal, which is impressive! But unfortunately means that everyone gets to hear this going on. ]

WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF!!

Auuuuuuuuugh! Jade no!! Bad! Heel!!!

((OOC. Over the journals clearly, or in person if you'd like.))

chwe deg Wyth: Petsitting

[kinky_stopwatch]

 <[Ianto is stood in the kitchen, relaxing now the lobster drama is over, instead he's now trying out the lemonade tap. He watches is gush in, trying not to get any on his waistcoat before switching it off and sniffing it gingerly and then taking a longer sip.]

Huh. It actually tastes of  lemonade. Maybe they'll have an Irn Bru one next.

[Sybil and Agni are yipping about and running around his feet and he sets the glass down before getting out food for them. ] 

seventh dream - backdated to early afternoon

[flailingfelt]

[spring has sprung, hooray! in celebration of all this lovely weather, Kermit is finally going to get to use the Christmas present that the castle so kindly granted to him --

-- so anyone between Cair Paradisa and anywhere in town is likely to see a somewhat strange sight, this afternoon: a frog on a yellow bicycle. he's got a nice picnic lunch tucked into the basket, along with his journal, and is humming idly to himself as he pedals]


Gee, what a nice day for a ride, hmmm... does anyone else here have a bicycle?