1/012: We are frienemies. [Dated back to a day before Larry's date kk]

[wheatdos]

[Wheatley and GLaDOS would be in the kitchen, conversing casually on the first day of their one week truce. That's right everyone, these two psychopaths are actually on a truce. Meaning that they are not going to kill each other or endanger any of the residents of Paradisa.

Wheatley and GlaDOS would be digging through one of the cabinets, looking for a pan... this place really needed to be labeled out. This truce wasn't even a forced one. Spirits would be content, and would even hold an air of amusement.]

"Hmmm... let's see- let's see. Gonna need a pan. Those are important, and... and some eggs. You need eggs to make eggs... oh and some of that... that yellow stuff."

"Of course you need eggs to make eggs, moron."

"Not a moron."

[She would bite back "moron"; that word came too easily. After searching through the cabinets, GLaDOS would eventually find some butter in the fridge, taking it out and offering it to Wheatley.]

"H-how about those little round cakes? Those can't be that difficult to make..."


[Shocked friends of GLaDOS and Wheatley, feel free to barge in on this and ask what the heck is going on!]

oo2 ⇎ written.

[bornofwisdom]

( here, have some pretty handwriting Paradisa, as Annabeth is in no mood to talk. )

I’ve never thought I would think it, much less put the words on paper, but I never want to try and put something together again.
I’ve never been so irritated in my life and trust me; there have been a lot of opportunities.

I can’t even begin to speak I’m so mad.
I hate these stupid losses, forget that this is permanent.

( there’s a splat as her final period from hitting the page so hard. moments later she adds to the scribe: )

I’m really sorry to the friends and family of the man who was killed.
I hope the person responsible is found quickly and is dealt with accordingly. Paradisa has a good justice system here, I hope?

Twenty-Eighth Flutter

[3_butterflies]

[Private to Twilight]

Twilight...? Um... can I talk to you...?

[/Private.]

[Filter from Twilight]

Thank you to everyone who helped with my book for Shining Armor and Twilight Sparkle... but... I checked his room, ready to give it to him, but... he's gone.

But I still very much appreciate what you did, and I'm sure Twilight will too. There are so many good friendships here... the bonds here are very kind and strong.

(no subject)

[scinlae]

( Arthur Pendragon )

-79- Everybody Hurts

[luckyvalentine]

[she sounds exhausted, weary to her core, when she finally gets a hold of her journal. She also sounds desperate. The fact that she woke up to absolutely nothing about the world making sense--trapped like a political prisoner, Spike acting like he's insane--really helped her pull herself together a little. She'll deal with why she's in the clinic later. Right now, all that matters is that she can get out of it.]

I will pay someone to get me out of here. Caisos, diamonds, whatever you want. Just... get over here now. ...Please.

[That's when a male voice interrupts out of nowhere, suddenly very close by.]

You could pick up better reading. [Plucking the journal from her hands!] You're supposed to be resting, you know.

--Hey! Give that back! [...it'll take her a minute to get that journal back]


((ooc: backdated to last night OOPS WRONG. Not backdated; the clinic is free now. Open over the journal, or in person in the clinic. Zelman is a dick, Spike is on a loss, and shit is crazy))

XXIX

[wilder]

[Backdated to a freakishly early hour. I'm talking 4am freakish.]

[If anyone is crazy enough to be outside and near the stables at this hour, they might catch of Zelos walking towards and into the stable, with this little guy in tow. Zelos on the whole looks tired and kinda dirty from traveling, but on the whole he seems to be in one piece. ]

[Once he's in the stables, he seems to busy himself with making that creature is watered, fed and honestly on the whole stalling for time. Once that's out of the way, he'll do another thing and at last fulfill one promise, flipping open his journal]

( Uru )

( House Filter )

Vriska: Talk about death and stuff.

[wagers]

( Adachi )

Ugh.

[That done, Vriska find herself in a certain place in the city, lingering atop a nearby building. Maybe she'd luck out and find an essential clue in the big bullshit mystery!

Or something. What was luck here, anyway? Better open that journal and dictate.]

[Filtered away from any of the trolls, as well as the humans who have played "the game"-- and those who would discuss this entry with said people (just to 8e on the safe side)! Also filtered away from people who would make a 8IG DEAL a8out all this and not actually get the point, like that rude culturally insensitive girl or whatever. >::::(]

You know, I've been thinking about this long and hard. I really have! But I have to ask, I just have to! So, here it goes.

Why is it so many of you care so much about death and dying, anyway?

[Yes, she knows what's coming next. Better talk fast, Serket!]

Okay, okay! I know what most of you are going to say! I know the whole "you never get to see that person again", or the whole "they don't deserve that pain", and maybe even the "no one should feel that shitty afterward" reasoning and everything in between, but...

Try to understand where I'm coming from here. Literally. I'm not actually trying to be an asshole, I promise! I'm just trying to get a hold of this seemingly universal thing most of you have going on around here.

See, I'm from this planet-- this culture-- that doesn't even blink an eye at killing others. We're a violent race. Everything on our planet thrives on violence, even the creatures-- especially the creatures! It's either killed or be killed! And if you don't develop the stomach or the strength to do it, then... Ugh! I'm going off on a tangent here.

It's... just this eventuality that I've come to accept, personally. I know that a lot of you know that it is, too, but... how is it that the act of a person dying isn't something you just accept over time? Why the attachment and the sentiment over something that's so, I don't know, finite?

[There's a huff. She wants it to sound like she's just tired from even boggling about it, but. Well, she's starting to understand. After all, John! Fucking Aradia. And that Tavros... and her own potentially probable death.]

I mean, I don't expect anything from anyone if I were to ever die. That's just how it is! I definitely plan on going out in a blaze of glory, but--

[No, better not talk about that any more.]

I don't know, I was just curious! [Here's a forced laugh.] I bet you all think I'm some kind of crazy monster! Guess that's the downside of being a weird alien from some other planet, huh?

El-oh-el!

[Whatever. Who cares what people think about her. It's not like she has very many friend here to begin with. Except for maybe Adachi, and...

Oh. Right.]

( John Egbert )

_{(ooc. OPEN TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE, YEYEYE! Mainly through the journal, but! If you want to see her in person, she's just sitting around on a building by where Adachi was killed or whatever. Poke the troll; she needs some fresh CR, please. Or something. It's cool either way.)}

Twenty-seventh Spell

[courageous_wit]

When we went to Paris, we found some former residents of the castle living there. How many of those residents are still here in Paradisa?

I ask because one has left the castle. [a pause, because this part really sucks] Albus Dumbledore.

(no subject)

[payback]

[Backdated to the fifth because Rin is a speedy traveler and that's how I do]

[Maybe she doesn't quite realize the journal is recording yet, maybe she just can't help it. Either way the book records a soft, drawn-out hiss from Rin, and then a contented little noise. The page is damp, all that humidity, and yes, there's the soft sound of water splashing picked up from the surroundings too!]

Mm... nothing beats hotsprings after you've been traveling. [She sounds so relaxed.]

Anyway. I've been thinking lately. You know, about all these castle revelations and things... and people coming back from world changes... an idea I had a long time ago, actually. What if we're not actually the original people we think we are? Like, what if we're all copies. Like writing out one scroll on another, you know? So we, our original selves, are still at home doing our thing, not even missed, and besides that we're here.

[She actually sounds just really throaty and indolent as she says all this, not upset.] What if you didn't have a home to go to? What if your home wasn't yours, and you, the you that you reading this were copied from... what if they were still there? If they didn't even need you at home. You were just excess.

If you didn't have your job and duties to do at home, because you were already there. Do you think you'd join forces with them? Would you kill them and take their place? For some people it could be like freedom too. [A sigh.]

Also, wouldn't it be interesting to have a world change where it didn't go like normal, and all the humans were changed into not-humans instead of not-humans being changed into human beings?

(no subject)

[exanimatus]

( Lucrezia )

( Morgana )

(no subject)

[raaaaage]

[good evening, Paradisa. not to interrupt, but...]

Hey, uh... Anyone have experience with handling unstable isotopes?

I've got... kind of a problem.

[kind of a potentially radioactive problem.]

o2 | Written

[bustered]

[The journal entry opens with a few small ink marks -- taps of pen against paper as Zack words his inquiry to himself before putting it on the page.]

Can anyone suggest a good spot for camping? I think I need to get out of the castle.

Filter - Vongola II

[not_mafia]

( Ino-san )

Welcome to the 12th Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

Filtered to all people interested in the Gamebreakers and away from First Gens, their allies, etc and away from anyone who means the residents harm
I think I jumped forward a little too fast. I don’t know much about running a group. People have pointed me in the direction of this page . It has a lot of information. I’m not really sure how to go forward, except to encourage expeditions and information gathering.

Filtered away from the murderer and his allies
Hey, everyone. I’m really sorry about the murder that happened. It’s terrible. If I can help his friends or acquaintances at all, I’d be happy to.

Filtered away from the murderer and his allies and away from Clove and her allies
Hey, uh… so, my birthday’s on the 20th. I don’t really want to make a big deal out of it or anything, but I think a party would be nice. I know I could use it. I figured I could make some cake and some snacks and we could have fun. I tried to keep the filter as open as safely possible.