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[whatialways_do]

[Forward-dated to tomorrow night, but I wanted to get it up before I forgot and got eaten by work.]

[At first, she thought he was just being a brat. He could do that sometimes.

Then she thought he might be on another loss, because that could happen, too. But when she heads to his door and is getting ready to knock, she notices the nameplate is missing, and her hand falters. No. Not again.

Then she remembers the date, and she pulls out the journal for a filter]

( [Alec] )

[then she waits. She waits for a long, long time, until she’s sure that he’s really gone. Then she scribbles out the filter and writes:]

Alec’s gone.

[after that, the book gets slammed shut. She needs to go sulk for a while, but she’ll be back to respond to people later.]

The Thirty-Seventh Day

[stalkershiki]

 Wait so... isn't April Fool's Day tomorrow?

Guys... does anyone else think that we should do something to prepare? In case, you know, the castle wants to particularly screw with us or something?

vingt-sept ° written

[signedlefthanded]

[Well isn't this an odd invention? Fourteen year old Violet is staring at the talking book. Some sort of communication device. How very strange. She wants to take it a part. She sees no place for batteries. But priorities. Violet isn't with her family. Violet is always with her family.]

Hello. My name is Violet Baudelaire, and I'm looking for my family. Beatrice and Bertrund are my parents; Klaus and Sunny are my siblings. I should be with them.

Also how do these work? I'm about to take mine a part. There must be batteries somewhere.

ooc: and so starts Violet's pre-canon loss for two weeks. if you want action, she'll be wandering around the castle.

3 Salvaged Memory Boards

[zeke_developer]

[Huey has been a very, very busy man since he came to Paradisa. Today finds him finally finished with several projects, so he's up on the roof, with an oversized umbrella covering him and his wheelchair, enjoying the smell of the rain. His journal is open in his lap, and he starts penning in filters, needing to get some stuff done.]

( Filtered to Father Tres )

( Filtered to Tavros )

( Filtered to Kara Thrace )

[His filters finally done, he glances up at the sky, noting how hard it's raining.]

Wow, this is some crazy weather we're having, huh? Last time I saw it rain this hard, it was the wet season in Costa Rica. Couldn't hardly go anywhere outside for the mud.

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[molotov]

[Happy April, Paradisa! Molotov is aware that it's April Fool's Day, and she's also aware of the stupid weather, but she has a task that just can't wait.]

( Delivered by ghost this morning, to: Ezio Auditore, Hellboy, Dr. Gregory House, Mark Hunter, Kate Kane, Kermit, Mindy Macready, Corporal Maladict, Cross Marian, Princess Nudge, Spike Spiegel, Damian Wayne, Alleria Windrunner, Sylvanas Windrunner, and Veeresa Windrunner. )

[Molotov is actually out in this terrible weather, taking care of her poor bears, making sure they're happy. Once that's done, she just holes up in the reserve's office with Mishka, reading and waiting for the rain to break.]

[ OOC: Open to anyone who might be out in that weather, for whatever reason. TO THE WEDDING INVITEES: feel free to apply whatever bitchy little note might work best for your character, if they got one. Also, the invitations went out regardless of how she feels about each particular person, so you might get attitude when you RSVP >:3 ]

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[doublethefun]

[so today, there's a dark blue pony flying in and out of the thick storm clouds, dodging and rolling past the strikes of lightning.

...A rather electrifying game of 'chicken,' in other words. And when there aren't enough lightning strikes to suit her needs, she lashes at the clouds with a tendril of magic, igniting a long chain of lightning and thunder - AKA an obstacle course of awesome.

If you happen to be in the lobby later, you might spy a rather drenched pony princess, grinning hugely and dripping water everywhere. A few feathers are askew and that ethereal mane is somehow wet and sticking to her neck and getting in her eyes.

A soft laugh to herself:] I must look a fright.

[and she proceeds to shake off most of the excess water. Sorry, residents in the lobby!]

036 Points

[disciplines]

[Greetings, Para. A familiarly husky and pissy voice is speaking over the journals right now.]

Tch, I thought this awful weather was done and over with. Not a moment's rest.

[Sigh. Her survivalist instincts take over, snarling a bit in annoyance with the flood as she talks as clear as possible. Ruu squeaks a bit, sounding concerned.]

Everyone, start gathering up supplies and heading towards higher floors. Those that can aide others, especially those who do well with water, please do so. Don't overpack; take only what you can't wish back later and what is dearest. Kids, animals, and injured or sick people should take priority.

[With that, she puts her journal in a bag on her side and can be found around the castle, checking on everyone and using her elven dexterity to avoid as much of the flood as she can, looking quite determined and annoyed at this all. Ruu clings tight to her shoulder, helping keep watch with her.]

[OOC: Open like an open thing, over journal or in person.]

036. [dictated, open to action, backed to before things get too flooded]

[foolreversed]

Man, that rain ain't stopping any time soon, is it? It's sure been a long time since I've seen rain like this.

Not that I'm complaining though. I mean, it'll stop eventually right? And so long as it doesn't flood then it's pretty nice! [don't speak so soon Adachi]

I wonder if it'll get foggy when it stops? Sure hope we don't find anything... unexpected if that's the case.

[For anyone who happens by the lobby they'll see Adachi watching the downpour from inside in his newly wished up yellow raincoat, already wet from the walks he took in it earlier and looking completely at home in the garment. The umbrella he used is resting against a wall. Someone really likes rain, okay?]

[it's a while after he initially makes the post that he adds something else:]

Oh yeah, one more thing: I wonder if there'll be anything interesting on tonight for those of you who have tvs. Y'know back in my world, they said you could see some pretty mysterious things at midnight on a rainy day- so long as the tv was off that is.

...Of course, it's all just superstition and hooey but hey.

[now he's just being a trolling dick]

(no subject)

[beforepride]

Hm~ [amongst all the sloshing of things being flooded, there is a boy talking to his journal.] Hello, Magic Book.

Today is the best day ever. I got to ride around on a fire dog this morning. He's like a horse, but way better, because he listens to what I say. He's really smart.

I bought some stuff out in the city, but it's probably all soggy now. I guess I can dry out the clothes later. I have the coat I really like, so that's good.

The rain was really fun! Momma would have yelled at me for standing outside, but that doesn't happen here. The water is so warm, it's not like I'm gonna catch cold or anything. And it's just raining and raining and raining forever. I've never seen magic rain before, but it's a lot of fun.

[he splashes something in the water, maybe a coin or a pebble.]

It's like being on a boat. The fun part is racing up to find something else to float on before the water gets you. It's a good thing I can swim. People who can't are probably in trouble.

And with all of the magic things going on, I almost forgot that it's my birthday! I'm eleven years old today. This is much better than my birthdays at home. Hey, does anyone want to play with me on the way up? We can race, or... the person that touches the water first loses.


[ooc: another loss post. he's just... floating along on a couch somewhere. looking quietly pleased with himself.]

♈ Aradia: EVACUATE THE ROOM GO GO GO

[psych0p0mps]

[Aradia was just chillin' on the roof under someone's umbrella. The sudden rainfall was weird, but she didn't mind it too much. Until, at least, the water started rising. At first her only thought is "oh dear that's problematic."

Then she remembers: her room is on the first floor. Yeah. The one that's filling up with water.]

oh crap!!
my artifacts!

[With that she zips off into the pouring rain. The journal records a great deal of splashing as she enters her room only to find several inches of it underwater - and rising by the second.]

castle i need a wallet quick!

[POOF....... nope.avi castle just gave her a regular wallet.]

no not that kind!!
a wallet sylladex!
... damn it
you insufferable lump of bricks this is *your* history im trying to preserve

HELP IS ON THE WAY

[paradisamods]

[The flood waters have risen, and the last visible portion of the castle has just disappeared beneath a sea of water. Paradisa has completely flooded.

What's worse, it stretches for miles on end. Even the mountains seem to have dipped beneath the water during the sudden storm. The residents have been left in the middle of a great sea with only their rafts and makeshift rafts to keep them afloat.

Who knows how much time passes? It could be minutes, or it could feel like hours. Things are certainly looking rather bleak for everyone.

And then from a distance, this can be seen approaching, and fast. But it isn't attacking. In fact, is it trying to save everyone?

It's either stay in the water, or climb atop the beast. The choice is yours!]


(ooc: Sections are up, have fun! As always, thread-jacking is always encouraged.

SECTIONS: GYARADOS | THE SHIP | EXPLORING THE SHIP)

Discovery of Loss

[traken_master]

[The Master doesn't generally celebrate Earth holidays, but there are one or two he finds acceptable. Today, he has decided to honor April Fool's Day and play a prank on the Doctor...a harmless one this time. Naturally, this requires a disguise! The Master is very talented at disguises...or he used to be. He's tried several on, but, looking in the mirror, he notices that all of them...fail, somehow. No matter what he does, he is clearly recognizable! At first he is puzzled, but then, to his horror, he remembers what he has been told about all residents experiencing a "loss." Horror turns to rage. His journal is open, since he finds the background chatter of the castle both entertaining and informative, but that doesn't matter to him, as he begins yelling.]

YOU PERNICIOUS PILE OF ROCK! I'LL TEAR YOU DOWN PIECE BY PIECE FOR THIS!

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[wilder]

[Zelos had been taking a short nap in his room, kinda oblivious to the flooding until it started flooding into his room on the fourth floor. But you know, nothing wakes you up like ice cold water splashing on your face. And now without any choice, he's forced to vacate outside the windows, wings fully out and kinda glowing like flipping tinkerbell in the night as he struggles to try to stay in the air because he's still getting the hang of this flying thing; dictated in a VERY annoyed tone though he's not entirely aware his journal slipped open]

Seriously?!

Is this usually what counts for a rain shower here?! You gotta be kidding me! What are we supposed to do - tread water all night?! Ugh!

[What guys the night isn't complete without some whining]

[OOC: Open, over the journal- whatever. He's not a strong enough flyer to carry people without you know, making you wish you had chosen to swam instead- but at least he can be, idk- a light source if all else?]

020 ~ A very angry demon [Dictated]

[demontobeloved]

Okay, what the hell was that last night?

I've been around the block a few times, and that wasn't natural. It wasn't magic, either. Hell, I don't know what it was...

But whatever it was distracted me almost long enough to let Belthazor slip free. Whoever is responsible for that? You'd better hope I don't find you. Because if my demon side gets loose, you'll have a lot more than a few pissed off people with nausea and dizzyness to deal with.

[A sigh.]

And it's raining, too. This just isn't my day...

eighth dream

[flailingfelt]

[something's been bothering Kermit, all day long. some strange little urge niggling at the back of his mind.

finally, he can't take it anymore, and opens up the journal.

matter-of-factly:]


Mahna mahna.












((OOC: YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO, GUYS.))

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[is0latedthinker]

[The rain's been going on all day - the first floor of the Castle, when Alan goes down to the kitchen, has flooded. And the rain's showing no signs of stopping. He stays at the stairs and calls out.]

Anyone need help down here?


[As soon as that's taken care of, he finds his journal in his pocket and opens it.]

( The Doctors and River Song )

( Code Blair and all the children of the castle )

( Agent Carolina )

[He keeps his journal open in his hand in case he needs to be contacted and runs up to his room. He needs to check on Sam, who's already in bed, then the rest of those in the Ira Tower.

Sure enough, the boy is asleep. He gently shakes Sam's shoulder.] Sam, you need to get up. We need to head to the TARDIS again. You can help me tell everyone else, okay?


[With Sam in tow, he goes to the top of the tower and starts to knock on each door.

Once everyone's been alerted, he starts down to the Doctors' room with those who are coming with him.]

(( Sections are up! They can denote time if it's not an action post.

[First Floor] [On the Way Up the Tower] [In His Room] [Knocking at Your Door] [Back Down to the TARDIS] ))

(no subject)

[deterrence]

[good evening, Paradisa! The steady patter of raindrops on windows will be providing the backdrop to her thinking aloud tonight]

I don't know whose idea it was to keep the doors open. Good job, letting all that water in.

[/sarcasm mode.

anyway...] How many remember that time when the castle interior resembled some kind of swamp? There were crocodiles wandering the halls. And tadpoles so large they went up to half my leg.

[also, she went on a date (???!!) under those fine conditions. :')] They'd enjoy this, I think.

...Not an April Fool's joke, by the way.

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[wizard_redfive]

[The rain had been making Dairine increasingly nervous. She had no idea know why; things were finally being to calm down in Cair Paradisa. But a wizard is always supposed to trust their feelings. Usually, they're right.

So instead of going to bed, she sat in the lobby, watching the rain through the window. It had been going steady, almost hypnotically, when suddenly she hears a different sound. One of water rushing through the door at an alarming rate. With a swear, Dairine transits onto the stairs, sparing a brief glance at the water creeping up behind her.]

Looks like this rain was trouble after all.

[As she runs up to her room, Dairine will be dictating to the castle at large.]

Guys, we have a situation! The lobby is flooded and it’s coming in fast.

((OCC: Backdated to the beginning of the flood, if that’s alright. Open post is open!))

chapter nine; dictated

[checklist]

Oh no! Oh no oh no oh no! This... is bad! This is very, very bad!

[ The sound of water can be heard in the background. It's rising. It's rising fast. ]

The library! All of these books! We have to do something!

[ Those in the library will notice that Twilight has moved all of the books - all of them - to the higher floors. The water's claimed the lower ones, and it won't be long before it reaches the upper floors. And the books. ]

Somepony! Anypony! Some ideas would be wonderful right about now!


[ After a few moments, though, she has an idea of her own. ]

Wait! With all of these books here, one of them has to have some suggestions for what to do in this situation!


[ And then, a moment later- ]

I CAN'T READ ANY OF THEM!!!!



[ Yeah, somepony should probably save Twilight. From herself. Because she's not going to leave those books, even to save herself from drowning. Please? ]

second cheer [ dictated / action ]

[formercheerio]

Okay, what is it with this rain?

[ Quinn had been out, not far from the castle but far away enough that when she'd walked (okay, ran) back to the castle she had gotten soaked. The light drizzle that had started (she'd stayed out for that, finding it relaxing) had quickly turned into downpour, and she'd stood by the castle doors watching it for fifteen minutes before finding a seat in the lobby.

And her hair may still be dripping. Anyone wish her a towel? ]

I have never seen rain fall that fast, not that I keep a track of it, and I live in Ohio, last year it was bad.

[ Which... still wasn't much ]

It'll stop, right?

[ Because fifteen (plus how long she'd been talking) minutes of this rain? And it was kind of heavy? Whelp ]

─ one hundred & thirty-eight

[amiable]

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[datadog]

[This Corgi has no idea where he is, but he's swimming, and he doesn't like it. He's never been a very strong swimmer... He spies a log floating past and makes for it as quickly as his stubby little legs will propel him, but to no avail--the log floats away before he can get close enough to it.

And how did he get here, anyway?

Never mind, that's not important... He whines a little, searching for another foothold. An open, but extremely wet journal, floats past him. Hearing a jumble of voices coming out of it, he lets out a bark. Maybe those people can hear me, too? It's worth a try... Maybe Ed is here, she'll save me. This is ridiculous... And frankly rather frightening! Where's Spike's head when you need it? He gives the book a few more barks for good measure, and struggles to stay nearby it in the rapidly rising waters.]