Here and There

[fredless]

( Elektra )

( Lana )

( Lois Lane )

( Charles )

( Wesley )

[And now Fred's managed to lose herself completely in her lab, forgetting to close the journal that still rests at her side. The occasional clinking of test tubes can be heard. Glass slides being moved. Calculations being muttered under her breath...]

1/012: Dead at night.

[wheatdos]

[It's dead at night. The kind of night where everyone should be sleeping.]

(  Filtered to Zelman. )

trente-quatre ° dictated

[signedlefthanded]

Was that the first time the castle changed to someone's home? Percy's wasn't too bad. Action packed, certainly. I know the castle changes. I've been here long enough with the pirates and Paris and all. I just would hope the castle doesn't see fit to change back to my home.

At least for the sake of people who know me. [Considering how many people tend to die around her. Although being stranded on an island wouldn't be so bad. Although it wouldn't be magical. And this many people, starvation was likely.]

Anyway, I got an interesting sword out of the deal-- even though I'm really not the type to fight.

It king of feels good to be back in the castle, having my tools and the library. [Which means she's back to building for any of those that were wondering. Which clearly means she needs to be bugged. She's currently in the lobby.]

Oh, does anyone have access to a lab where I can test some radioactive materials. Yes, I know what I'm doing. I just don't want to subject the castle to it, but it's kind of vital to what I'm building.

4. [action/dictated]

[fatherandsun]

[Konzen has a few books in his room, having done some reading after the camp had finished. He'd been curious to learn more about the nature he'd encountered, the birds, and the name behind his cabin. What he'd found was a very sad story indeed, one he could almost feel in his soul.]

Demeter... the goddess of the harvest, of unity and of life and death. And yet, as well, she was a mother who mourned and toiled endlessly for the safety and whereabouts of her daughter, Persephone. When such feelings of loss took hold of her soul, the very seasons came to a halt in winter and the harvests that were not gathered withered and froze in death. When Persephone returned to Demeter, the joy from the woman's heart blossomed with the flowers and warmth of the season of new life... and so the cycle continued until Persephone descended again to Hades.

[He pauses with a thoughtful sigh.]

I believe I understand Demeter's pain. The anguish one feels when their child is in danger or missing and they can do nothing... the want to change one's self in order to be able to do more. I feel I do understand that very much.

12

[jimfromit]

Moriarty drummed his fingers on his desk. He's been debating with himself whether or not to actually do this post for a few hours now.  The week at Greek summer camp was a mild irritation at best. This was more of a pressing matter. If the man genuinely wasn't here anymore then who would stop the boredom? It would be a living hell.

[Filtered to Sherlock Holmes.]

So Johnny boy's been up and attending to his little doctor duties or whatever he does, for sometime now. However you're still strangely absent. I don't believe you've been sent home, for one thing your name is still on your door.

Have I crushed your spirit so much that, after one simple little game here you've gone into hiding? I expected more from you Sherlock.

Don't make me go looking for you.

First Poem

[endless_destruction]

[Those in the lobby today will be treated to a strange sight. Where previously there wasn't, there is now a large, red-headed man with his journal open across his lap, sitting on a couch, looking none to bothered by this development. Propped up next to him is a bindle with a polka-dotted handkerchief hanging from it. He looks lost in thought, a pencil in his hand tapping his chin, before he writes.]

Changes
Come when we least expect them
Try as we may
We can't prevent them
Adapt
Or be swept away
in the
Changes

[The pencil taps on the page a few times, before a deep voice filters over it.]

Well, this is certainly a surprise. Would anyone be so kind as to tell me just where I am? Normally I wouldn't need to ask, but I seem to have lost my bearings. I could consult this handy journal for what I need, but I think I'd rather hear it firsthand.

test chamber 05 ; [ backdated to around June 29th ]

[sawadeertoday]

[ For some reason or another, GLaDOS and Wheatley have been missing from the castle. They've had their share of adventures, and right now, they're coming back.

GLaDOS hasn't been doing so hot, really. She had caught a pretty bad cold during their expedition, and the entire time was a slew of total embarrassment and frustration. Well, most of the time. Which is a good 99.9%, if she were to convert it to numbers.

Currently, she was in Wheatley's arms, being carried back out of the forest where they had been lost and towards the castle. GLaDOS was quiet, her fever not exactly making her the most chatty. Despite the amount of sleep she had just gotten, she was still tired, her head throbbing, everything a spinning mess. To alleviate a sudden wave of nausea, she turned her head into his chest, closing her eyes.

She had been out of her element, with an idiot for the last while, and it was getting to her. Although he had been not really useful for a couple of things, namely finding a lake (promptly deciding to bathe in it and infest it with his grime-covered self) and getting them water (degrading her by making her say he wasn't a moron), the whole ordeal was most DEFINITELY not something she ever wanted to go through again. Never. Ever. Again. ]

... I hate being human. [ she groaned out, muffled by Wheatley's shirt. ]

Case 12 (Backdated to some crazy hour of the morning)

[unnaturalpause]

( Cut for length )

( Outside Galadriel's room )

( Outside Nikola and Maladict's room )

.004}} Steps. Dictated.

[livinglavidaloki]

[Hello, again, Paradisa. You probably haven't heard from this guy in a little while, nor might you recognize him at first. Were things ever this big before? This wasn't home. There's a small, venturing voice over the journals.] ... Hello?

... Where is this? This isn't in Asgard, is it? I'd remember some place like this.

What a strange room... [He appears to have discovered the 'book' nearby. It looks to be the only object in the room that he can carry, so he takes it with him as he leaves to venture into the hallway. The journal catches the sound of a door click as well, but then goes silent as he wanders.]

[[OOC: child loss. feel free to run into him in just about any part of the castle, or talk to him over the journal. explanation in paradisa ooc community.]]

☠ 043

[molotov]

( Ezio Auditore )

102.3 - am I too proud, am I just plain lazy

[hard_talker]

[another Monday night, another round of Leonard Cohen's smooth, ominous voice drifting over the airwaves for a little while before fading out, replaced by Mark's...]

Only three new arrivals this week, folks: Korra, Rude, and Destruction. But we've got the 4th of July coming up, so we can probably expect some kind of shindig, and maybe fireworks if we're lucky. I could be all gung-ho and play patriotic music, but that's a little cliche, even for yours truly.

In fact - no. You know what? Why the hell does this place mostly focus on American shit? I know we've got people from a fuckton of different WORLDS, let alone countries on Earth! Tell me about your important national holidays, people. The ones where you get all "hooray for my heritage and the land steeped in the blood of my people who died stupidly because someone with more money and power told them they had to"!

Let's hear it. Maybe when those dates roll around, we can shoot off a few roman candles for them, too. And picnics, lots of picnics with grills and burgers and potato salad.

And HEY, speaking of potato salad, an open letter to whoever left that green tupperware bowl with the white lid in the fridge. If it's been there long enough to start making funny noises when I pick it up, you should PROBABLY wish up your own goddamn mini-fridge for your room. I take my life in my own hands enough on a regular basis walkin' around this place without having to worry about whether or not I'm gonna get jumped by somebody's ganky old leftovers! At the very least, for people's safety, sanity, and olfactory senses, label your crap, wouldja?? Do I have to tell you all the horror story of the black lobsters from hell again?!

While you're mulling that over, I'm gonna send a nice little debut album your way, from my close personal friends The Black Crowes. Brand new back home for me, but by the looks of the music room, they hung on for a while yet. Check 'em out ... [and he'll just ... go ahead and throw the whole album into the stereo. Enjoy, Paradisans!]

Seven Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

( People who were in Hephaestus Cabin )

( Yuan )

[The Once-ler is bored. This is never a good thing. Normally at this point, he'd make up an inane, pointless song with almost no tune or anything near decent lyrics. But not today, oh no. Today he has been thinking. And now he's going to share with you. Dictated in the most meandering tones imaginable.]

You know how a piece of buttered toast always lands buttered side down? It's really annoying because you can't eat it after that, not even if you use the three second rule because the butter has picked up whatever gross stuff is on the floor so you end up with buttered toast, with extra lint and maybe a dead bug. ...Ew.

ANYWAY. That got me thinking, cats. Not that you get cats attached to your buttered toast because that's just weird. But they always land on their feet, right? They do that weird spine-bending thing and just land perfectly.

So. If you strapped a piece of toast on the back of a cat, butter side up, and just...dropped it. What would happen?

[Yes, this is what he has dedicated his evening to]