Hit 004 ~ A job [Action/Dictated]

[midhitgrope]

[Rocco is currently wandering down town, checking in various shops, bars and restaurants. He's looking for work.]

So, does anyone here know where to get a job 'round here? Been hearin' stuff about bars and pie shops. I just need a bit of cash.

If anyone can give me a bit of advice, I'd appreciate it, man.

((OOC: Open in person or over the journal!))

fifth design [ dictated ]

[arealwoman]

So now that it's calmed down a little, and for now, before anyone says anything, I'm going to try again - last time I got swept up somewhere quick enough, though I doubt that's just for asking.

People keep mentioning living in town. I've seen houses, the businesses - some of them by people living here, apparently, but what do you need for it? And before you say money that's obvious, I've had to rent somewhere before. "Moving" somewhere new tips are helpful, so give me anything.

And has anyone trained a dog? [ Her Growlithe came back with her and she... well, it's been a while, and the last dog she had was already trained when she'd gotten it ]

third election [ dictated ]

[fourtythird]

For as much as this thing is supposed to be a fountain for knowledge there's little generally in it, at least how a book would be. For what it is calling it a journal is fitting, although when you have a problem it leaves you with little help.

[ And she has a problem, a few of them, but she doesn't entirely want to admit to that ]

Which brings you to asking the questions, and knowing specifically what you want. I've seen a lot of questions in this go without answer, or with the person not being told enough. For as many answers that there are there as ten times as many more questions, and whether that fact is known or simply ignored can be hard to see.

So what do you know? What would be the most important thing you've learned here?

[ "Xena" ]

What did you do?

[ She knows it was you, Cylon ]

1/006: Friendship is Science!

[wheatdos]

(  Filtered to Phoenix )

[For everyone else, the elusive scientist would be out today, and not actually causing a ruckus as usual. Though he did look suspicious. He would be in the library, and for anyone who was in there with the intentions of some peace and quiet to read a good book, that was probably NOT going to happen. He clamored into the library noisily, hands filled with rolls of papers, some pieces of scrap metal, books and stacks and stacks of notes along with the other default sciency equipment. Most importantly, he was holding a box. It read on the side in big letters: FRAGILE and CAUTION. He clamored over to one of the empty tables, dropped all of his stuff there, and rolled out one of the plans. He also turned a few books open as well. He seemed to be building something.

It'd be hard to ignore though. He took out a wrench, and a hammer, and began to pound a sheet of mettle flat, making SHARP LOUD BANGING NOISES that echoed throughout the library. It was loud enough that even those who weren't in the library could hear the sound of metal clanging together.]

128 is a sacred number honored by Beans for many generations

[onlyanotherbody]

[Crowley had gone to sleep after Uru's birthday party quite content. After all, aside form Aziraphale leaving nothing horrifically bad had happened to him for quite some time.

In hindsight, he really should have seen it coming.

He's woken up in a room which is not his. A room that's vaguely familiar to him. ...Where has he seen this room befor...

Okay. This is Newt's room. Why is he in Newt's room. And more specifically, why is he in Newt's bed. He's pretty certain he's not that desperate.

And then it hits him. This has happened before. Oh noooo. Noo. His journal picks up his highly annoyed voice, which will probably wake up the original occupier of the body as well. Such is life]

Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me. Not again, Paradisa. Come on, you've done this already, it's old news.

[[ooc: Loss start!]]

038 Points

[disciplines]

[Someone's a bit bored today. It's a lazy Sunday for most, and even Alleyne is starting to feel the urge to lounge around. No, no can't have that. She must always be pushing herself, setting an example. To blaze new trails and forge new skills; surely, she could be doing something new. Endless sit ups lose their edge after the first few hundred, after all.

So she sits back in the library and wishes quietly for a laptop. She rarely wished, but she knew nothing of computers other than that a good portion of the castle seemed to praise them constantly. They did sound handy. The castle hands her a green laptop made of extra sturdy material, and she sits there, staring at it.

What do? How do you work it? She just sits there, poking it, glaring at it, pecking at the keyboard slowly without turning it on. After a bit of this nonsense she sighs, reluctantly pulling out her journal and whipping up a quick filter and dictating.]

[Filtered to the technologically adept]

As much as I hate to admit defeat, I'm wondering if anyone would do me a huge favor and show me how to use one of these computer things. I wished one up and am now at a complete loss as to what to do with it. I'm in the library.

Your kindness will be repaid when I can manage it.

[OOC: If you fit the filter, come have fun! Troll her, teach her, maybe something in between? It'll be like teaching your grandmother all over again!]

Chance 002 // dictated

[chancing]

[When Cristina asked the castle for things to make a certain time of the month a little easier, she wasn't quite sure what to expect, but it certainly didn't include these things. See, being from the Renaissance age means that pads, tampons, and medication to help with the pain are very new things to her and she has no idea what to do with them. This is why she has done the only thing she could think of to get help with this: consult the journal. And sorry boys, she doesn't think to filter this only to the female population of Paradisa meaning you all get to hear this, too.]

It seems that even being relocated to a futuristic castle cannot stop certain monthly events from occurring. I had hoped that since so much of the technology here is meant to make life easier there would be something to help with this, but I am not certain what to do with the things the castle gave me.

[There's a pause before she continues. This is no less awkward to say than it probably is to hear.]

Such as these.... tampons. How does something like this help? And where are the pads supposed to go? And can these tiny objects really ease the pain if you swallow them?

[She has so many questions, but she figures that's a good place to stop.]

071

[shirtless]

( Private )

[Not too long after, night owls might catch a glimpse of something large and canine darting off into the distance, or they might hear the long howling of a lone wolf.

It's been a while since he's had a good run, and what better way to rid himself of frustrations than to go wild for a little while? He seems to be enjoying himself as he darts around toward a thick of trees.

He's not too worried about running into anyone at this hour, but one should never underestimate the curiosity of fellow residents.]


(ooc: feel free to run into the wolfboy wherever he may be as he runs around. just state where!)

(no subject)

[exanimatus]

[dictated. he's a little quiet, but that might be because he sounds like he's in a library or something--otherwise sounding perfectly smarmy and collected as usual.]

Here's something I wonder.

Let's say that someone finally finds that fabled "way out of Paradisa". They're able to share this with the rest of the residents without being immediately magicked away or vanishing under mysterious circumstances. But it's discovered in such a way that makes a certain catch known--it's all or nothing. Everyone goes back to their own realities, or everyone stays right where they are.

Who would rather leave, knowing that many here have nothing but death or misery to return to? Who would rather refuse, knowing that some have been trying to return to their lives and loved ones for years?

[but that's awfully personal. that's heavy. let's take it back a step.]

Though I know questions of morality are awfully open-ended. This is just thinking. What I'm really curious about is this: if the residents here, now, were presented with such an option, what do you think would happen? How would the situation be handled--if it's really handled at all?