fifteen ► live through

[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

[Lloyd's tone is decidedly different today-- quiet and intense on the edges. It's appropriate for someone who is, well, grieving.]

If anyone needs some woodwork done, I'm open. [He really needs something to keep his hands occupied...] I'll consider requests for other materials, depending on what it is. Prices are negotiable. Just let me know what you want and we'll talk about it.

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( [Zelos] )

One Spoon {Dictated}

[cyan_maid]

 [There's a loud thump as a journal falls to the floor, open. For a moment, all is silent again. And then, a sharp breath.]

Dad! [The voice seems distant, as if the journal picking it up isn't too close to the speaker.] Dad, are you here? Hello? [A pause.] Lil' Sebastian? Did you run off again?

...Is anyone here? Anyone at all?

[There's a tired huff, and the sound of pacing feet.]

Well Jane, this is a fine kettle of fish you've gotten yourself into...

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[zapswithmagic]

Huh. Magical journal that writes down what you say as you talk? I can work with that.

Okay, I'm preeeeetty sure this wasn't supposed to happen. This isn't Latveria, is it? Doesn't look like it...

What's going on? Either my powers aren't working right or I'm in another dimension or something because I can't teleport back to Manhattan. I'm not really sure which one I'm hoping it is - finally start wanting to use my powers again and having them mess up resulting in me no longer being able to help my team out or finally achieving lifelong dream of becoming an official member of the Avengers and getting sent to who knows where.

... I'm gonna go with the first one being the worst. At least you can get out of another dimension. Right?

twenty-two

[hyuuga]

( Phoebe )

[A little after alerting Phoebe, she'll once again find herself staring at a blank page, trying to figure out how to tell others that yes, Piper has returned home. And that she's just so unsure about this and everything. To keep admitting it is something she's not sure she's comfortable with or will be. How does one even become comfortable with the fact that their (best) friend has left the castle for a world she will never visit?

She sighs and does her best to speak clearly.]

Um, for those...those that knew her. Piper, that is. She's...returned home. I'm sorry. And....I-I think she'll be happy there..happier than she was here.

ONE | Numbers 27:8: "...If a man dies and leaves no son, turn his inheritance over to his daughter."

[kidwiththeleash]

[WRITTEN]

[Desperate times call for desperate measures. As much as Integra has always been cautioned away from strangers, this wasn’t a controlled environment, not the mansion where she could control things. She takes her time to pick and write her words carefully, wanting to come off older than her age, to be able to be taken more seriously.Surley her father would not mind a little lie once if it protected her, God rest his soul. She can do this.]

I am sure if I said that this is not where I am suppose to be, I would be told that most of the people here are in the same situation. I will ask this, then; What do we know about this castle, and why were we brought here?

...On a side note, I am looking for my butler, Walter C. Donez. I am not sure if he would be here in this place, but it would not hurt to try, now would it?

My name is Sir Hellsing. If you know it, we should speak.

Tadchaen

[inafadingcrown]

[Martel, Lloyd, Zelos, Raine]

There is little I may say to dull the wound you all must bear and so I will not attempt it. I know there are many who are dearer to you, who will no doubt be offering you comfort in your time of need, but I would offer what aid I can all the same. If there is aught I can do for you, you need but
ask. If there is not, know that you are in my thoughts still.

[Friends and acquaintances who were part of the Mirror plot]

How are you faring? Are your wounds healing well?

[/filters]

[Anyone else who may desire her company will find Galadriel in the gardens. She has a piece of paper out and appears to have been sketching, but it’s clear her mind is elsewhere.]

⇨ № 002 ₪ audio

[akito]

[ After letting Agito take out some of his frustrations on their room, Akito decides to do something a bit more constructive: ]

...Could someone please tell me today's date?

℗ oo2. a headache the size of stark towers

[quits]

[Needless to say, Pepper did not have a very good first day in Paradisa. She spent most of her day in the elevator convinced she'd wake up at some point, then found out her friend was killed, and then spent the rest of the night drinking. Once again proving to herself that she cannot keep up with Tony Stark when it comes to alcohol.

Now she is miserable.]

So -- this much is clear. I'm not dreaming. I'm from before the time that Tony's here from and a bunch of stuff happened. [Her fingers press to her temple... ow.]

Wishes, the journal, the castle -- all magic, which is real. There are places that you end up sometimes, because the castle brings everyone there. People die, but then come back because the castle... fixes it. I've lost something and it's not just the memory of being here before -- which is also the same case for Tony, even though neither of us remember.

[She has a glass of ice water, which you can hear clink when she raises it to press to her temple.]

Is there anything else I should know? [Other than the whole Loki thing, which she is not even going to say his name, because she wants him to hurt for what he did.]

Oh, and for those I didn't weird out the other day in the elevator while I was still thinking this is all a dream - I'm Pepper Potts.

I also could really use some aspirin. [But she can handle that one.]

o n e

[changethings]

I can't believe I'm doing this. [ Henry said use the journal, so she is using it. To talk to other people. With their own journals. Supposedly it's 'magic' but Emma has her doubts. Magic isn't real. Neither are curses and happy endings. ]

Hi. [ Best conversation starter ever. ] Can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on here? I keep hearing things about magic and castles and god knows what else--just, I need someone who isn't ten years old with an overactive imagination to enlighten me here.

However, mention anything about Evil Queens or curses and I reserve every right to throw this damn book into the fire. [ And punch you. But she'll keep that part to herself. ]

040 Points

[disciplines]

[Okay, so, spending a week as an owl in her favorite tree watching the castle scramble over an upsetting incident she couldn't help in was pretty much the worst. Once she's caught herself up by reading the journals and asking around, she gets out her own journal and begins to write something she was going to do before last week.

Fucking timing. Remind her to inscribe yet another failing grade into the castle's walls later.]

My apologies for the poor timing of the castle, everyone. It deemed it a great idea to have me changed into an owl for the past week, entirely unable to help. How is everyone faring now?

( Filtered AWAY from Echidna )

( Filtered only to all the women except Echidna )

( Filtered only to all the men )

[With that, though, she'll be in the courtyard, stretching out and swinging her weapon around, getting some basic exercise in. A week as a bird is a week too much. Open over the journal or in person.]

1 tale

[atetheapple]

[Directly after the events of this log she's ended up in the clinic, where she still currently resides and...Honestly she's a little bored out of her mind, beneath everything else.

But the fear has kept her awake, but it's more of a bone deep weariness that settles into her voice, and a listlessness she can't shake]

I think I've heard everything worth hearing about this place- Paradisa, right? The name almost suits it.

[If you like pretty, gilded cages, that is] I know I can't leave, I already had that garuantee. I only-

I'm looking for someone. What's the best way to find him? I don't think he'd find this book as amusing as I do.

[A pause, and because she can read the journal, a little more subdued than before] I'm sorry, about your losses.

And...My name is Snow. Thank you for the help.

Questions

[fredless]

( Locked to people pulled to Mirror World with her )

Seven Zephers

[soccerwhisperer]

[as you flip through, there's suddenly a messy stroke of really wet ink on the page of the journal, then the sound of someone picking it up and shaking it a little, making the ink run]

...Whoops. Maybe I shouldn't practice on the desk.

[and then he stupidly rubs it in hopes of getting it to dry faster, smearing ink all over the place]

trente-deux ° action/ dictated

[signedlefthanded]

[Waking up in the clinic was not what Violet was expecting. She was stranded on an island with her siblings and now she was here? Holding her head, she was suddenly gaining some of her memories back. It took a her a few minutes to regain enough to pick up her her journal.]

I'm back. I don't know how long I've been out, but I went back home for a few weeks. [Which just brings up a lot of emotions that she's not ready to bring up right now.]

In the clinic for now.

seventh design [ dictated ]

[arealwoman]

I've been here four months, four months of wondering what the heck to do, at least when the castle isn't messing around. I've been around the castle, and town, and I've seen what's been set up by people here. At first I wondered why, what the point was but now I get it - when you're just sat in a castle, away from your life you kind of need something to do.

I guess I'm finally at that point. It doesn't change the fact that I'd rather be gone but if I have to be here I may as well have something to do.

[ And now she's babbling a bit. Bring it back, Christina ]

At home I was a seamstress - a dressmaker. [ Thank you, Maladict. She's learned her lesson there ] I worked for a magazine, altering clothes for the models [ There's a brief pause before she adds ] and occasionally making my own. [ She was featured in a show once, and hopes to again. She doesn't expect anything like that here, though ]

So if you need something, or even just need something altering, I wouldn't say no.

[ And at the minute she's not even thinking of charging, how nice ]

[ Vareesa ]
How was the dress?

Five Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

So. When people die here, they come back? I mean, like: One day, bam; DEAD. And then suddenly, they're back? Like nothing ever happened? Am I getting this information right? And everyone here is okay with this? No one finds it...really, really creepy?

How about odd? Does anyone at least find it odd? I can't be alone here. That's pretty high on the 'unusual things that happens here' list.

[Of course, he'd probably show a little more tact if he knew his closest friend's fiancé was one of the dead people. But he doesn't, and that's a pretty big 'probably' anyway]

Unless that sort of thing is just...normal where you guys come from. Then I could get why you're desensitised to it. Or it could be back to that collective insanity theory of mine.

Wow, that's a lot of rambling. Way to go, me. Orrrr I could just remove my foot from my mouth right about now and we can go back to our lives. Sounds good? Goood. Let's do that.

101.7 - the rest is still unwritten

[hard_talker]

[ten PM! did you miss your weekly dose of Leonard Cohen, residents? because it's back]

Hey, kids, hope you're not full from dinner. Loosen your belts, 'cuz Hard Harry's here with a little food for thought on a Monday night. Check this out: We went from next to no one new, to ... a fucking flood of new people. Maybe there's some weight to the thought that the castle needs to get a little crazy bullshit out of its system once in a while and then ... needing more people? I don't know, but it sure as hell looks like a pattern from where I'm sitting. I mean, think about it: over two dozen people went missing for a few days, and suddenly we've got ... lessee here. Lian, Loki, Wyoming and Gary, Johanna, Roy, Momoka, Shifu, Pepper, Iron Man, Henry, Jane, Billy, Sir Hellsing, Emma, and Snow - that's fifteen people, which is pretty close to a fifty percent ratio there between missing people and new people. I mean, I could go all mathematician on your asses and break it down with the people who've gone home factored into the mix, too, but it's still a pretty clear picture even without that.

So ... Castle does shit, castle needs to make up for it by doing something else. That's a basic energy exchange principle, isn't it? Physics, engineering, that kinda thing? Why aren't you resident engineers looking at this from your end of things? Thinking of us all as a resource? Because it's pretty fuckin' clear that's what we are. It's like something Orwell or Bradbury or Rand would've written, don'cha think? Forget all the magic and the wishes and the tendency toward princesses and froofy Ren Faire crap, put that aside and just think about the bare bones of it. We're all living one giant sci-fi novel, and whoever's holding the pen or sitting at the typewriter's gone on some drunken writing bender to make up for the fact that they had writer's block for the past couple'a weeks or something.

I dunno. Kinda makes me think of that play I read for Emerson's class, where the characters all just kind of ... well, their stories didn't get finished, so they show up at a theatre looking for someone to finish it since their author screwed off and decided not to cap it off. I mean ... I'm all for finding a way home, but it's just lip service if we don't know where to even start. Maybe we should stop tryin' to figure out the nature of this place, and what it's about, and just ... come up with our own answers.

It's better than sitting on our asses, waiting for the right opportunities to come along, or the ways to figure them out to show up. ... You think maybe that's how the First Gens became ... I dunno, "the First Gens"?

'Cuz I gotta be honest, I've had my chain jerked around a hell of a lot lately, and it's made me think. I'm not about to go run off and find 'em, but ... I wouldn't mind just sittin' down to have a chat with one of them one of these days. Get the other side of things.

[those of you who he mouthed off to last week? consider this a sort of offhand apology: he decided the best way to get over the Doctor leaving would be to ... kind of try and figure out what he'd do. and then re-tool it and make it his own. this is what he came up with - for better or worse. he's quiet for a moment, before continuing]

I mean --

It's pretty clear that this place is gonna keep rolling along however it wants, no matter what we do. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: the trick is to not let it just roll OVER you. Feel like a hamster in a wheel? Climb out and start running on TOP. Don't be driven. Be the driver. Even if this place is stuck on autopilot, at least that way, you've got a better view of things, and it's a little easier to hang on instead've getting knocked around.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go get a glass of fuckin' lemonade. In the meantime, I believe I promised somebody some metal... those of you who don't like it loud and fast, turn it down and admit you're too old.

[and with that, well. you all get a CRAPTON of some of the best metal out there yes there is Dethklok. enjoy, Paradisa. feel free to either run into him in the hall, in the kitchen at Eleven's lemonade tap, or bother him over the journals]