The Thirty-Eighth Day (backdated to yesterday morning)

[stalkershiki]

 [When Shiki wakes up in her own room in the castle, she freaks out for a moment, wondering where Annaliese is.

And then she finds her sleeping in her usual spot in the corner, so she calms down, and marvels at how intact everything is... and, after getting dressed, begins to make her way downstairs.

When she sees the first Peep, she grins - she'd forgotten that Easter was so close, but yay! Peeps are delicious, after all.

When she sees the second Peep, she becomes slightly confused. Why would someone leave such delicious Peeps on the ground?

As the number of Peeps that she sees grows, though, she gets more and more confused. She just... doesn't get it.]

Wait... you guys, who's wishing up all of these Peeps and leaving them on the floor? I mean, that just kind of... destroys the purpose, doesn't it?

14th Perscription ~ [Action/Dictated]

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson has been avoiding the castle all day, what with the Peep invasion. He'd rather not be buried under mountains of sugar, thanks.

So, he's out in the town, followed by a big, pink thing wearing a nurse's cap. They seem to be buying supplies.]

So, we've got bandages, plaster, anti-biotics... Anything else we need?

Blissey!

Ah, yes, anti-septic spray, thank you.

Blissey.

((OOC: Open to all! Over the journals or in person in town.))

Second Full Moon | Action/Dictated

[blazing_stag]

So this is the castle, huh? Rattata! Will you quit it? Rat?

I don't suppose there's anyone in particular I could ask to answer all my questions. Or do I just ask them to everyone?

3-At the Library

[chippedcup]

( [Filtered to Rumpelstiltskin] )

[She was in the library today with her Quilava, who thankfully really didn't give off flames anymore. She picked a book from the shelves, bringing it to a table and sitting down. And then she made the mistake of opening it. Over the journal, you can hear the loud whoosh of water, the cry of a gull, the creak of a ship, and now everybody's journal is probably leaking salt water through Belle's. Then the book is unceremoniously slammed shut. And then she's dictating through the journal:]

...I wouldn't open any books today. Or possibly for the next week.

[She's currently in the library, sopping wet, with a very disgruntled, wet Quilava. Come bother?]

Twenty-Four

[petitfours]

[No flowers or hearts or cutesy talk today. When Hunny addresses the journal, he just sounds like a sleepy little kid, who's been up all night worrying about something.]

If you were friends with Ritsu Kasanoda, he's gone back home now. He's probably having a lot more fun there already, so you don't have to worry about him or anything, okay?

( Haru-chan and Kao-chan )

「✿四」written|action

[mom_to_us_all]

[There is a white wolf at the castle's entrance, laying down peacefully, enjoying the warm sun light. There is still some colored melted marshmallow on her fur, specially around her snout, but she doesn't care at all about that. Yawns and brings her journal next to her. It's so cool to be able to not move at all and write in your journal. There is only the occasional movement of her tail.]

I should have asked sooner, but was a little busy with... some little things. How was your week at Unova? Hopefully any of you had a problem or anything.

Pokémon are such awesome creatures, but I don't think I'd like to become one again. Specially not a nine tailed fox...

[Friends; and by friends she means anyone she has talked to at least once and has told them her name.]

How are you doing?


{Permission post just in case}

blog one-oh-six

[bro_codebreaker]

[it has been a morning full of Things. first Barney had to throw his suits in the washer and wash all that MARSHMALLOW out. then he got to thinking about what to do with his day. all the old usuals were pretty much out. he had to recruit staff for the WildKat, too, but ... he really didn't feel like being Responsible and Official, even if he DID have a brand-new Piplup to help him put up the posters. really, Barney just needed to do something Awesome. with a capital A.

so that is why, today, anyone coming into the lobby today will find a booth set up near the small group of cafe tables provided by the Lux. and Barney will be manning said booth, under a large sign that says:

FREE WINGS.]


Okay, everyone, we've had funky bird monsters and stupid marshmallow chicks, but you know what kind of bird-related awesomeness we all could really use right now? Wings. Come on down to the lobby and get 'em... I've got just about every flavor mankind could create - which is a lot - and also wing-flavored ice cream, since it wouldn't be Paradisa without that good old "What the HECK" factor.

So come on down to the lobby today, and let Barney Stinson be your WING MAN.

Treasure 009# What the... peep? [Backdated to the 8th April]

[youhavebeenflynned]

[Harry had woken up in his own bed in the castle today. He was partly thankful of being home and he partly missed the Pokémon World. It had been fun with some change from the castle. He crawled out of the bed and to his surprise found that his Axew had came with him.]

Good morning Buddy. [He smiles at the creature which stirs in its sleep and peeks over at him.]

Axew... [It replied drowsily.]

[Harry then dressed before he got out, Buddy following him. After some time he started to notice the peeps. Knowing it was Easter he figured the castle was up to something. He gave it a stern look before he took it up and ate it. He then choked because the peep tasted like red chili. As he turned around he suddenly saw three more peeps. He glared at them and went past them. The Axew grabbed one and looked at it suspiciously before it took a bite. He didn't like it either and spat it out before he made a surprised noise.]

What is it Buddy? [Harry asked and turned around just to see even more peeps, way too close for comfort.]

Shit... [He drew his gun.]

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

dictated |

[missmiraclegrow]

[ Well, her first night in the castle had been pretty eventful. Also pretend this is back-dated to 7:45 AM. ]

Now that I'm not in danger of having Peeps exploding at my feet again, what is going on here? I got that this is some kind of magic castle that takes away people's powers and gives us our own rooms, but why are we here? 

And is there an infirmary or something around here somewhere? I kind of need a band aid.

A piece comes back

[waterproofed]

( Allen Walker )

[he is hanging by the lake as always, this time with a Tentacruel]

I don't think you're gonna fit in there anymore, buddy.

Tentacruel!

18 - fury of the night - backdated to forever (and also 4/6) - closed

[forbiddenfriend]

[On the side of the road not too far from the city, there's a small field of tall grass. Some of the grass is bent and crushed into the earth, and there's a little bit of loose dirt everywhere. And just before that bit of bent grass, a perfect and obvious sign if there ever was one, is a failed Ultraball, laying ajar on the ground. Along that trail, there are a few more failed Ultraballs-- a Great Ball, even-- and at the end of that trail lay a wounded Salamence.

He looks pretty beat up-- there are bunches of bruises and countless small cuts, His wings are torn, and his claws are chipped, but at least with his reddened jaw and teeth, it can be said he put up a good fight. The grass and dirt both show he'd tried his earnest to get to the forest, even though he'd had to drag his feet. He'd been lying silently, and was fortuitous not to have attracted any more attention.

He can hear the tall grass rustling, and pauses, listening carefully, lifting his head slightly. It wasn't the light brushing past of smaller pokémon native to this area, but was the distinct footfalls of something a decent size. The dragon-type narrows its eyes a bit, watching as the blades of grass part, a small, steady growl rising out of him.

It was headed right for him.]

30th Death

[twisted_baroque]

[going down to the lobby will net you one muddy and throughly soaked mute seated on one of the couches, looking a little bit annoyed and a little bit tired. he hadn't decided which one he was feeling the most right now. either way he had his coat off and was trying to clean it with his hands, which wasn't going over so well since they were just as dirty.

eventually he gives up for the moment and scribbles something in the journal.]

I think the books are coming alive. Is it happening everywhere?


[ooc: open in person or over the journal.]

BACKDATED TO YESTERDAY;

[kalinda]

[Here, journal. Have the most annoyed accusatory tone in the world as sticky fingers attempt to turn the pages.]

...and who was the gentleman with which I was discussing Peeps the other day?

Scroll Twenty Eight

[huffythedragon]

[Hello, Paradisa. Your resident Library Dragon is currently perched on top of the highest bookshelf he can find, watching his beloved world slowly becoming more and more insane. He opens his journal, because if there's one day you guys need a PSA, it's today]

Okay, guys? You seriously have to stop opening books in the library now. I've got a lion wandering around on the second floor in the Nature section. Yeah, you heard me. A. LION. I got it distracted with a giant ball of yarn from The Joy of Knitting, but I don't think it'll keep it quiet for long.

Oh and if you're planning on going on the first floor into the classic fiction section? Don't bother. We have a case of flooding and a Giant Squid. Stop feeding it or it'll never go away.

And whichever joker thought it was funny to open all the joke books? Thanks. It's gonna take me a week to find all those whoopie cushions and rubber chickens. They don't clean themselves up you know.

[And then he lowers his tone into an irritated mutter] Bad enough they can't put everything back where it belongs I mean how hard is it? Everything is freaking numbered.

[Dictated]

[anothershirtruined]

 The worst metaphors and figurative language that the modern literary mind can conceive of beside, one is not ordinarily accustomed to seeing a book of Egyptian poetry bring forth real sand.

Also, a crocodile.  Has anyone experience with containing such creatures?  My little pistol and parasol will only hold it off for so long.

twenty-fifth

[siebter]

Wouldn't it be great if the castle surprised us with candy more often?

I really like when it does that, even if it gets a little messy...besides, candy cheers people up, so it could do that whenever the castle makes anyone sad!

Don't you think it's a great idea?

[ You are allowed to say no, really. ]

twenty

[hyuuga]

( Filtered to those who knew her in Paradisa, minus Ino, Nudge & Piper )

( Filtered to Ino )

( Filtered to Nudge )

( Filtered to Piper )

( Filtered to Cloud and Jono )

[With those filters done, she leans back in a chair in the lobby. She's almost tired, despite having done hardly anything for what seems to be months, yet she remembers a war... But no, she shakes her head. Not the time for those memories. Instead, she'd rather bury them in books and study and training, but...]

I-I wonder...I know some have mentioned some things happening with the books in the library.. I don't remember it being that way when I was here last, so has it been happening a while, or is it newer?


((ooc; open either over the journals or in person))

100.3 - keep on fighting 'til the end

[hard_talker]

[Ino]

Hey, got a minute?

[/Ino]


[this week's music sounds a little farther away, since Mark's actually broadcasting via journal this week, like he used to, and not over his radio, like he has been all year. it doesn't start with Leonard Cohen, either -- no, this week, you get Queen. and the music doesn't let up.]

Lllllllladieeeeeeees aaaaaannnnnd jeeee-YENTelmennnn. This Monday, Monday, MONDAYYYYY, for your edification and cathartic pleasure, not to mention the prospects of schadenfreude, and vague useless revenge, your resident Disk Jockey is appealing to your own personal sense of "why the hell not".

Seeing as the fair forces of Cair Paradisa saw fit to return to us, in their endless goodwill and consideration - a functioning microwave, I have decided to put it to grand use in the entertainment and service of the masses.

That being said, I do hereby decree a grand tournament! I have here several prisoners of yesterday's Grand Marshmallow War! If any of you care to sponsor them in a tournament, they shall fight to their sugary, bloated, sticky white death in a Great And Terrible Joust.

Meet me in the kitchen. Bring toothpicks.

07-voice

[jimfromit]

[The Lady Gaga song Alejandro is playing in the background whilst Moriarty makes this post. He's in something of a good mood]

You know in an odd way I'm really going to miss the little darling. [Mockingly pretends to cry.] I can certainly say we bonded during our time together. Alas all good things must come to an end.

And these walking marshmallow sweets that we've all returned to are a regular on the shelves of food stores back home? I tried one earlier and oh my! It’s a miracle more of you American types don't have diabetes.

 [ ooc: What Moriarty is neglecting to mention is that the day before everybody returned to the castle, him and his Purrloin stole a couple of fossils from the museum using his Purrloins sneaking ability and his technological knowledge. That’s the reason for his good mood. Any visitors to his room will see them sitting on his mantelpiece.]