Ok, I need something new to do

[fishesandfights]

Mostly been in the library. Which is great, don't get me wrong. But it's hard enough keeping up an exercise regimen here let alone an activity regimen. I need something to do. Preferably a bit dangerous.

I know, I know, sounds crazy, but I'm kinda one of those 'men of action' you read about - frequently in the funny pages - and I need to do something positive around here.

Which reminds me - I have weapons on order from a very nice doctor. I'd like to collect them. Trying to get the damn filter things working and there's a lot of scratched out writing, so that's out the window.

But the message gets through anyways, right?

1/016: Recall.

[wheatdos]

WHO-WHO SAID I WAS MARRIED.

IS THIS A JOKE? THIS-THIS IS A JOKE RIGHT?

Uh... so uh...None of that actually happened right? That family thing?... T-that was a joke...? An illusion of some sort? This... this castle is good with it's illusions... b-because if not, I have, a bit of a...

Well, a bit of a problem.

I. AM. NOT. MARRIED. TO HER.

On another note... If I'm dead by tomorrow... she killed me.
Does... does anyone know how humans... uh, unmarry eachother?

[Someone forgot to tell this guy that divorce isn't a thing here...]

(  Filtered GLaDOS )

(no subject)

[deterrence]

[backdated to an earlier hour in the evening --]

( 'House Sage' filter )

Should that "holiday" be considered a world change? The gap between it and the previous one was shorter than before, I think.

And if it was, did we pick up any newcomers or past residents?

[there's still much more on her mind, but she needs to mull over those things longer.

For now, Shizuru is on the roof, very decidedly not for the most common reason folks come here, accompanied by a little tinkling critter hovering in the air just beyond the edge. It seems happy...probably because it was turned into a phone strap during the "family reunion" and misses having walkies (fly-ies? floaties?)]

Don't go out too far, I won't be able to pull you back.

(no subject)

[dontpatr0nizeme]

( To the Panem House people )

( To South )

At least there wasn't anything trying to kill us this time. A distinct improvement. But seriously, that was fucked up.

at

[draca]

[ The journal opens to a shrill cry, the flapping of leathery wings, and the shuffling of sheets. There is another cry, echoed by two others. Whatever creatures are making the noise they do not sound pleased, they sound agitated.

Soft footfalls approach the book and there is a hiss. ]

Release me! [ A voice joins the sounds now, the voice of a young woman. It appears whoever has just joined Paradisa's ranks has yet to try to door, out of both caution and fear. ] I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, I am the blood of the dragon! You are a fool if you think you can keep me and my children here! There will be fire and blood if you do not return me to my people!

[ It is then she notices the journal, she falls silent and the creature on her shoulder lets out another hiss. ]

What magic is this? [ A book that transcribes her words, she does not know what to make of it. Useful? Dangerous? All she knows that she cannot trust it. ]

I do not understand what this book is doing, but I will have answers. Tell me book, where am I and how was I brought here? Why am I here? My captor cannot have my dragons, if that is why. They will burn before they lays a finger on them.

looking for wisdom in the dark

[persequor]

( private // backdated to yesterday )

[ Sunning themselves on the lawn, Arya lies half-sprawled on Nymeria. Her head and shoulders are pillowed on the direwolf's body. Her hands rest on her stomach. The left throbs as if a little heart had been inserted beneath the broken skin of her knuckles: a consequence brought on by trashing her room the day they returned. To any onlooker, she might have been cloud watching if there were any clouds.

A wet nose presses against her temple. Nymeria peers at her with eyes so yellow they shame the Sun. Her tongue is rough and hot as she licks Arya's face. Arya pulls back with a quiet laugh.

Nymeria is the only one who loves her no matter what. Even after Arya had to push her away, Nymeria came back. The direwolf doesn't care if Arya is dirty or cannot make friends or if she no longer sleeps without nightmares or is always scared. Nymeria makes her special. Unafraid.

Everyone will leave her, but Nymeria came back.

Shifting onto her side, Arya brings her knees in toward her chest. The fur is warm and soft under her cheek. ]

It's just you and me, Nymeria. [ The direwolf's ears turn toward Arya as she whispers. ] You'll stay with me. I won't ever make you go away again.

[ It won't be like last time. They're wolves. They won't run again. ]

( People the castle made Starks )

[ With the purpose of testing filters, she puts up two more. ]

( Stark )

( House Stark )

124.0

[encryptedlock]

( Filters to Freelancer House )

[House Flynn-Bradley]

Uh, hi. My name's Freelancer York, and I just wanted to say thanks to you guys for taking care of my buddy Delta during the plot. I'm sure he didn't cause you guys any trouble, but--well, thanks anyway.

[/House Flynn-Bradley]


I gotta say I liked that--and that we should do fireworks here more often. Did any of you ever get to do anything like that in your real life? Cause I sure didn't.

one.

[migrates]

[ the castle picks up a melodious woman's voice, humming a little as she speaks. ]

Oh, woe is me! A poor girl trapped in a big, dark castle with no knight in shining armor at her side. Whatever shall she do? What scary monster will come gobble her up as she sits defenseless and terrified?

[ she pauses ]

Isn't this rude? Just interrupting me in the middle of my su-uuper important stuff to wind up in some silly alternate dimension with not even a please or thank you! Someone should teach this mean ol' castle some manners! Or at least a lesson in proper etiquette towards a wo ~ man ~

[ meanwhile, there's a pink-haired woman sitting on the couch in the lobby. she's wearing only a leather jacket zipped down to reveal a good deal of cleavage and a pair of panties. she seems to have no problems with it as she flips through the journal. ]

459 ❀

[ino]

( Private )

[after she's punched the wall a few times in her room in the castle, she decides to try something to calm herself down and keep herself from going full out rage on something. so she'll make her way back into town, and sit herself up on the roof of the house she's staying in. after she brushes some of the dirt off she'll lay back and look up at the clouds.

this was supposed to be calming, right? shikamaru sure seemed calm and relaxed when he did his cloud-watching thing.

after a minute, though, her thoughts wander to places she doesn't really want them to, and she sits up with a frustrated sound, knocking the journal open]

Ugh! Shikamaru, you're so stupid! This isn't helping at all!

[not to mention shikamaru isn't exactly around to defend his name, either ...]

[ooc: Open in person or over the journal, whatever you like. :D She's in a bit of a mood, though ...]

Fourth Crazy Thought [Dictated]

[not_like_the_rest]

( Haymitch, )

( Katniss, )

( Rue, )

( South )

[Action]

Johanna is out in her large tent in the woods, drinking and trying to forget.

Syntax Error 18

[wizard_redfive]

(( Backdated to earlier in the afternoon, 1619 Stark Impetus Tower))

[While most of the castle already recovered their usual forms and memories, one unfortunate resident had to wait an extra day before normalcy finally caught up with her. But at long last, Dairine's loss comes to an end. First thing she notices is this room? Is not her room.

Then there’s a yelp and a thud as Dairine falls off the desk, overbalanced by her restored proportions.]

Ow ow ow… [Rubbing her head as papers flutter around her.] Graceful, real graceful.


(( A few hours later, after she’s had the time to catch up. ))

So, uh… hello again. This is Dairine. Sorry if I’ve been uncharacteristically quiet lately. Not that I had much choice in the matter. Seems the castle decided to throw me into one of those extended loss. If anyone saw an MP3 player that seemed a bit off? One that was usually accompanied by an Apple notebook? That was probably me.

Spot has already notified me about most of the major events, but is there anything else I’ve missed in the last month or so?

[Once that’s over with, Dairine can be found walking around the castle. It’s been a long time since she’s had two legs, and they could definitely use some exercise.]

(( Open for action and journal! Also, Tony-mun, if the first part's no good, let me know and I'll change it right away. ))

002 And things get weirder...

[losteveryone]

Just when I thought ending up here couldn't get any weirder... Does anyone have any idea went on last week?

I woke up back in my room and everything was fine but then I remembered the retreat. And I have a photo. Of myself and Daryl. Which was fine until I saw 'Daryl and Carol Dixon' written on the back of it. I know this place is strange but I'm one hundred percent sure I never got married to Daryl Dixon.

[A sigh as she gets up. Of course she takes the book with her but she's leaving the castle and heading out into the grounds and wherever else her feet take her. She mumbles mostly to herself.]

I need to clear my head

[ooc: Open to anyone. You can talk to her through the journal or meet her somewhere outside the castle!]

Eight Knives

[prettyknives]

( Carson )

--

( Zack )

[happily sitting in her tent outside. Se actually doesn't mind the journal recording her] It's nice to be back here.

page three

[fantasies]

( [ Everyone He Met During the Last Week ] )

[A while later, Henry can be found sitting on a bench in the castle gardens, with a tall stack of books sitting beside him. If you look closely, it'd be easy to tell that they're all books about various tales and legends from different worlds. Maybe yours! Occasionally he'll flip back and forth through pages, or trade out books from the middle of the stack, like he's looking for something specific.

Research?]

010 | dictated

[alwaysaquestion]

[Since the world change, Renee has been trying to figure out what irritated her the most about it. She's finally rounded it down to two. The first being the feeling of violation that she feels at the castle for messing with her memories. And the second being the many unwanted feelings the world change had brought up. For the first time since she got here she's thinking about her family. The one she hasn't seen or spoken to in close to two and a half years now. And she really couldn't even blame that on the castle. But since she has no way of truly venting her anger short of marching up to the castle and telling it off, which would be both stupid and pointless, she's just going to add her two cents on to of everyone else's.]

So I think we can all agree that the last world change sucked even more than they usually do. And I know I'm not the only one who feels violated by what the castle did to our memories. But what I can guarantee is that things like this are going to keep happening unless something is done. I know it's easier to get on here and go on about how we need to find a way home and much harder to put into practice. But I at least know a good place to start.

Stop giving the castle so much power over you. Stop depending on it so much. It might not stop any future world changes but will stop things like what happened early this month with the wishes. As far as I'm concerned the castle is the enemy. Why would you put any trust in it?

[With that rant over with, she feels a little better. It's something she's been wanting to say for awhile, especially after the sickness that went around. She honestly doesn't know if it would change anything to people stop wishing, but it couldn't hurt. Before she closes the journal she ends a few private messages at the end.]

( Gren )

[She almost hesitates before adding this one. There's nothing keeping her from seeking him out, but she figures they can both use a little time to collect their thoughts first.]

( Murphy )

XXXI

[wilder]

[Dictated as he's wandering around...searching for someone. He can probably be found through assorted halls of the castle, in the city and around the grounds as he searches]

Maaan, I've been doing a lot of thinking since we went back to normal. And you know what I decided?

I never want to have kids. They age you way too quickly.

Seriously! Nothing like a bunch of brats running around to cause murder to your looks! I could barely take a week thinking that I had a bunch of little siblings- having some of my own might just cause premature gray! What kind of cruel would would that be to sentence someone as pretty as me to that fate?

But hey! At least it's alllll over and we got through some weird thing without all horribly dying from fireworks. Best to look on the bright side, right?

1st Trick Shot ~ [Dictated/Action for Clinic]

[compromisedarrow]

[A rustling comes over the journal, the sound of someone groaning, and then silence for a moment...

Before...]

H-Hello? Anyone around?

[That is, most definitely, the voice of Clint Barton. He sounds very confused...]

Can someone tell me where I am?

((OOC: As per this post, Clint has now been reset to his canon point. All his memories of Paradisa have been wiped... Along with all his other memories. For the next week, Agent Barton will suffer full amnesia. Game reset is mod-approved. Open over journals, action in clinic.))

16-voice

[jimfromit]

[Well he was planning on pretending to still be good old Richard Brook because he likes nothing better then to mess with people. But this past week has drained him to the point he can't be bothered to keep up the charade.

The Brook personality was bad enough, but the family man Moriarty was a glimpse at what his life could have been like if he was boring, ordinary and had chosen a far duller path in life. ]

Is it too much to ask to keep my original personality and history for longer then a few days?  Ugh you might as well install a revolving door in my head lately.

At the very least I should qualify for a free toaster after my next change.

001 ;

[fulltilt]

[YO PARADISA. it's peaceful, isn't it? the courtyard is defs the place to be, baby. everything's great. life is great.

and suddenly there's just this terrible, terrible noise that could only come from a hot-rod, and it honestly sounds like a cross between satan's fart and a dying lion or something and this big yellow monstrosity comes ripping across the courtyard's beautiful, well-kept-with-magic turf... grass and dirt and rocks go flying everywhere and it skids to a stop right in front of the castle steps.

and then it's silent.

but over the journals, there's panting, and little electronic beeps can be heard as someone frantically tries to contact whoever they left behind. then there's a voice:]

Mike! Mike! Do you read me? [a pause, and static can be heard] Come in, Burners! Guys?

[ooc; :D feel free to have someone tap on the window or something? she probably won't be coming out right away, she'd try fiddling with her screens and keep trying to reach her boys. her journal's on the floor of her car!]

Dictated

[staggeringego]

Well... that was quite the introduction into this world, Paradisa? If I'm reading that right. Not really the way I planned to start off here, though I admittedly can't say I really planned to start off here at all. Got a good look around the castle though, a little bit of the town. Not a bad place by any means. Of course it would be better if it weren't for the whole kidnapping and trapping us here part.

Buildings these days. They just don't build enchanted castles like these used to.

So, that all out of the way. I'm James Potter. Nice to be in my right mind again and meet the lot of you.

8 ⓢ cruising

[supes]

Not that I don't welcome new people into my family all the time, but I'm glad to have gone on that cruise. It's not something I'd do back home, I don't think, so I feel fortunate to have had that opportunity.

I grew up in a pretty poor family. We always had enough to eat and running water and a roof over our heads, which is more than some people can say, but there was always a lot of fretting in the Kent house about making ends meet. The farm was our livelihood, and farms with a lot of livestock don't really take breaks. If circumstances beyond our control interfered with the farm –– floods, disease, a corporation dumping toxic chemicals that kill the herd -- well, let's just say taking a vacation was never easy.

I think until I was in my teens, the furthest I'd been from home for fun was a road trip to the Kansas State Fair for the day, or to the big city. I work as a reporter now, as an adult, and it's not exactly the kind of thing that affords cruises in the Galápagos. It would probably take half my year's salary to afford it.

[An amused sound.]

So it was great to have a real vacation. It'd be nice to never have to worry about money, like my parents did, or walk into a restaurant and order a steak or lobster every night and walk out without needing to attend to a bill, and all those things.

But it's a vacation. It's only nice because that isn't life every day. I don't think a life of being waited on or not having responsibility inspires much of a work ethic in people, nor teaches them much about maturity. Some people manage regardless, but for me, I'd rather be a farm boy and a reporter and a boy scout than someone whose living accommodations could pay for the upkeep of a whole school district, or something.

... The cruise was really good, though.

Case 009 | Hattori Heiji | Dictated

[loves_osaka]

God damnit!

How did I sleep for another few weeks?

...

[ Siiiiigh of dispair. ]

...Whatever. What'd I miss?

test chamber 08 ;

[sawadeertoday]

( Wheatley )

//

[ GLaDOS was restless. Her attempt to sleep had only brought about an odd dream, and she found herself unable to do so again. She tossed, she turned, for a good ten minutes before sitting up and reaching for her journal, opening it to speak. ]

Do any of you have a good method to fall asleep? I'm having trouble.

[ She made no mention to the prior week like most people had in the journal, but it was part of the reason she couldn't sleep. Everything was bothering her too much... ]