vi. dictated

[heloise]

[ The door won't open. Maybe this will work instead. ]

I confess--

That is, I have nothing. I have nothing to confess.

[ There it is. The answer to all your prayers, dearest Paradisians: your very own confessional booth to satisfy your need for absolution. It's such an excellent booth that those walking within a certain perimeter may find themselves compelled to take those few steps closer, close the door and share their deepest, darkest secrets.

Or not. ]

[ ooc; more info here and feel free to drop questions there too! As open as can be~ ]

Episode 89

[spongetastic]

( Room Filter/Phoebe )

--

( Helen Magnus )

One bloody introduction | [action]

[fistfullofmagic]

[The first thing he noticed was that the ceiling had suddenly changed. This would normally be an odd thing to take note of, especially right off the bat. However, this was decidedly not a normal circumstance as one, he was in the process of falling over backwards, and two, massive blood loss is enough to make anyone’s thought process a bit off-kilter. The second thing he noticed was that the fall seemed to be taking an unusually long amount of time, but impacting with something that he was surprised to note was decidedly not the floor cut that thought short.

As he lies there more than slightly dazed, he faintly appreciates the fact that the not-floor seems to be fairly warm.]

Duke
[ Duke grunts as sudden weight hits him. Warm, cloth, hair and - wet. Blood? Smells like -

Anyone paying attention to the journals might find a suspicious bloody stain in a page corner. ]

Lobby. Require aid - Healing Circle [ That.. bloody stain might have some other less identifiable body fluids mixed in. ]

((OOC: radiantwingedone suggested that we combine our entries so that it flows better storywise. So yes, the second half was in fact written by Duke.))

SUDDENLY

[everybodydancenow]

[What was once a rather peaceful evening has turned into a total dance party.

Five giant lobsters (or lobster suits?) have just entered the castle and are dancing their way into the lobby.

Lights of all colors come down from the lobby's ceiling, providing a light show the likes of which Paradisa has not seen in quite some time.

Music can be heard at full volume, and if your journal wasn't open before? It's open now and playing for you, too.

The best part? This song is on loop.

So, residents! You've just been invaded by dancing lobsters who want to help you GET DOWN! Succumb to the nagging urge to dance with them, or stare in bewilderment. Either way, no matter what you do, these lobsters are just here to dance.]


(ooc: For anyone who doesn't catch the reference! Clearly Paradisa doesn't know a thing about tact.)

(no subject)

[ofhope]

( Colette )

( clinic filter; )

[ Finally, later in the evening, Joshua's going to give in to his morbid curiosity and frustration and go into a public place. The clinic, to be specific. No disguise attempts, but his horns aren't visible, so he doesn't exactly appear threatening.

After finding his way to where the patients are and stopping beside Colette's bed, Joshua doesn't hesitate before reaching down to rest a hand over the girl's chest. The barest image of his wings appear behind him as the golden glow spreads from his palm to encircle her still form.

He's going to be repeating this effort until it either works, he's stopped, or...he gets impatient. What's up clinic goers? ]

[ ooc; Open like an open thing! Colette will probably awaken a bit later in the comments. BTW I am all for threadjacking in this post. ]

014 || written/dictated;

[workaphilic]

( [ Private ] )

( [ Clinic Staff, minus John Watson ] )

[There's the thoughtful tapping of a capped pen against the page, and then he dictates. Just recently confirmed what he already suspected. Might as well share.

His tone is calm, even, detached.]

Paradisa has seen fit to send Mycroft Holmes back where he came from, for those that knew him.

And those that didn't, I suppose. The distinction never did matter very much.

[Dictated; Action for Lobby]]

[modernholmes]

 Ai Haibara is no longer here.

[He has nothing else to say.  Conan closes the journal and simply sits in a corner of the lobby.  He stays there for some time, thinking and worrying.  For once ignoring the fact that he was holding himself too still for the child he pretended to be.]

31 Blueprints -- Dictated/Action

[teds_out]

[The past few days have really scared him, and not just for his own safety. Barney had been inches away from getting put into a coma, and Aradia had been on the loss, so she had been in a significant amount of trouble as well. And at the time, Ted had thought those things meant death. So he contemplated this in the room for awhile, looking at the crossed swords over his fireplace... ah!]

Is there anybody who can teach me how to sword fight? Like... really... sword fight. [OK he's not really sure where he was going with that second sentence there.

Depending on the time of day, Ted might later be found taking a stroll outside the castle, enjoying the warm weather... or flopped across the lobby's couch snoring obnoxiously. He'd come down in anticipation that maybe he'd be able to meet up with any potential teachers down there, but... sleep has eluded him lately with these horrendous lobster attacks, and his body is playing catch up.

Feel free to dump a bucket of water on his head or something.]


((Open like an open thing. GIVE ME ALL THE CR, GUYS!))

29th Death

[twisted_baroque]

[Dextera doesn't reconize where he's woken up. it's a feeling he's well acquatined with and he wonders if that bite really did kill him again and this was where he would end up every time it happened.

but instead of worrying about that he figures that he should tell everyone that he's awake.]

( People Dextera knows )

[with that filter done, Dextera lies back down and rubs his eyes. they were starting to itch again.]

[ooc: open in the clinic if anyone wants to see him in person.]

Lady Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 45 (1-100).

[laments]

What nonsense.

Truly this is the castle's poor attempt at humor. Those who fail to see such a thing should truly be deemed a fool.

[DEM LOBSTERS. Another pause, and then...]

Perhaps I shall try my hand at turning my bow on something other than those hideous creatures.

[Speaking of which.]

( Those skilled with a bow and arrow. )

[An ear flicks in annoyance. When will this hideous music stop?!]

rose: wonder aloud

[fluthlu]

[There's the humming racket of a sewing machine as Rose dictates into the journal.]

Honestly, it's moments like this when one can't help but think about the nature of Paradisa's sentiency. It seems a bit ludicrous that the same world responsible for spawning venomous beasts and managing stunning full-world transformations-

[The machine shudders to a stop.]

-could even fathom the existence of something as stupid as dancing crustaceans.

[Don't mind her biting tone; she's just grouchy because the music ruined her quiet cup of tea in the kitchen.]

((ooc: open over the journal))