a se - until everything shines

[spiritusaequitas]

[as usual, Murphy's up with the sun, crawling out of bed to toss on his clothes and swiping his journal on the way out into the church proper. rubbing at his eyes, he plops the book down on the counter - the Paradisa equivalent of putting on the news - and starts making coffee. once his eyes have opened up sufficiently and his brain's online, he dictates idly as he goes about making breakfast]

Mornin', everyone. .... I gotta say, movin' out here to th' church was th' best decision me an' Connor made, so far. I'm gonna stop countin' the number of times I've been glad I haven't had to deal with all that random bullshit. No pretty little dresses, no riddles, no huffin' an' puffin' an' blowin' people's houses down ... s'been a pretty decent week. 'Course, we all know what goeth before th' fall, so I'll probably hafta answer fer that at some point or 'nother, but there's not much point in worryin' about it, is there...?

Anyways. Connor's got his own lil' project he's workin' on, lately, so I figure I may's well put my services out there. Anyone need any work done? Stuff fixed, or built, or whate'er? I can do a bit'a everythin', so just try me f'you do, and I'll see f'I can't get it done. Y'don't even hafta pay me, m'just lookin' to keep busy.


[speaking of busy. the coffee finishes and he pours himself a mug, then grabs a pencil from a cup on the counter and scribbles up a filter]

[Galadriel]

Good mornin', ma'am. Sorry t' bother you, but a girl name of Rin said I'd be wantin' to talk to you.

blog one-oh-eight

[bro_codebreaker]

[well. that had been an interesting week - and like all interesting Paradisa things, Barney was determined to carry on with his life and Never Speak Of It Again. he'd piled all his hair up under a top hat to rival The Cat in the Hat and taken himself down into town. the stylist had been most accomodating - his usual, with a pedicure to boot - and now that his head was a good twenty pounds lighter and he was back in his beloved suit, on speaking terms with his beloved Triumvirate, and got his yearly musical bent out of his system, Barney Stinson was feeling like he could get down to business.

( Cut for TL;DR in emotes )

so march up to the door he does, and raises a fist to pound on it -- and finds there's no nameplate.

gone.

he's ... really, honestly not sure how to feel about this.]

Well, that was easy.

[cracking open his journal, he makes his way back down to the lobby and parks himself on Faye's Couch, nonchalantly]

So, hey, in case anyone else needs to know ... Ted Mosby's gone.

✿ 000

[tending]

[ without warning anyone unfortunate enough to be looking at, or in the company of, their journal will find the pages dotted with droplets of water. what the hey, right? it's cool, this isn't the weirdest thing that has happened before. at least she didn't bleed on it!

the castle has just dropped one very soaked and soon-to-be confused girl in the middle of the lobby and despite appearing to be uninjured, she just kind of lays there until finally sitting up a little too quickly. her hand goes to her forehead as she coughs and takes a moment or two to actually take all of this in.

oh-- oh, no! where was Yukio and Rin? everyone else.. ]

Rin? Yuki-chan? I don't understand.. where could they have.. ?

[ okay, residents! this girl is looking around like a deer caught in headlights. but surely you would help her out because you're a nice person and not because she's rocking an adorable bikini -- right? her voice gets a little louder as she calls over to the nearest person. ]

Please, can someone tell where I am? I-I'm looking for my friends!

[ooc; Over the journals or in person, pick your poison! ♥]

Mission Twenty Seven

[triela]

You know, a lot of times people seem to burst into song during a loss or if the castle is playing a joke on us. But does anyone sing just because they like it? I know that I enjoyed singing back home.