ninth birdsong

[fly_little_bird]

[First there was the family reunion thing, then in one fell swoop four of her friends had been sent home. Katniss, Finnick, Haymitch, Chris. ... Okay, three friends and one guy she trusted. Still, it's too much for her to handle. If people had gone and she could go to Katniss for comfort that'd be one thing... but with Katniss gone too, Rue just doesn't know where to turn. Everything reminds her of Katniss. The other people from Panem, the castle, even the woods. She'd spent much of the past few days hiding in her room crying. She knew she had to do something, but what?

She pulls her journal closer, sniffing softly as she writes in a filter]

( Friends filter )

What... what do you do when someone close to you leaves?

((OOC: If you think you're part of the filter you probably are))

six :: journal/Lux

[i_got_this]

[So she'd heard about people getting sent home, just disappearing one day, nameplate wiped clean, room set back as if it had never happened. Finding out about Haymitch had been a blow South wasn't expecting.]

[She hadn't realized it until now, but he'd been plugging up the hole that existed since North wasn't there, and once again she found herself hollow and raw.]

[She decided to plug that hole with alcohol, in his memory,to dull the loss, whatever. She's parked herself at the Lux, flipped open the journal, and is well prepared to get shitfaced.]

Favorite alcoholic drinks; go. [Yes, she intends on trying all of whatever is suggested.]

oo4 ⇎ dictated.

[bornofwisdom]

I guess I’ve been spending a lot of time in the library lately, I didn’t realize just how quiet I’ve been. Quiet and reclusive, that’s not really like me. Maybe I should pull my nose out of a book or two long enough to at least take notice to what’s been going on around here, huh?

Maybe I’ll go for a walk or something, get some fresh air.

( about fifteen minutes after the dictation is posted, she hastily adds the following: )

Saga?
Has anyone seen Saga? I thought about asking him for… ( her voice lowers significantly as she trails off )

…he’s gone, isn’t he?

( with that she closes her journal )

035 spells cast

[kungfuwitch]

( Friends )

[Phoebe may have been married once before but that wedding had been... well... a little creepy once she actually stopped to think about it. So she was determined to actually have as close to her dream wedding as possible. The fact that her sisters couldn't be there left a hole in her heart but she knew that they would want her to be happy. Besides - there's always the chance that they'd come back in time for the wedding, wouldn't that be something?

It's such a beautiful day and she's in too good a mood to spend it inside so she's sitting outside in a lawn chair sipping iced tea and leafing through a bridal magazine she found in the library. (Besides, her new ring just looks so pretty in the sunlight)]

You know, there's been so much negative talk lately. Even if things aren't going so well thinking positively is always the first step to turning it all around. Everyone should think of one good thing that's going on in their lives right now. Even if it's small there's always at least one.

((OOC: Open for Journals or in person. Forward dated to Friday.))

☤3

[madetosin]

[The same question was still plaguing Muraki even weeks after his arrival. It was clear enough that it was the person who had tried to kill him was his loss. And while he remembered nothing - no detail or memory at all of that person directly - there was the rest of it to lead him there. Notably the boy. Which meant that whoever it was had to be a shinigami.

But of course, as much as he might try, it was unlikely that the Ministry of Hades had a manifest of it's personnel in Paradisa's library.

Nor could ask about that directly. Most humble doctors didn't know intimate details about the workings of the afterlife.]

It occurs to me that even with all the difference between the people here there is at least one thing that is common to most of us.

Death.

Doctors fight it every day in some form. But in the end it's fighting a symptom of an inevitable end, no matter the cause. But mortality isn't a physical enemy you can face down and win.

So it interests me that for some the manifestation of death can be a real thing. There's various kinds of death mythology I've run across - the Grim Reaper in the West, shinigami in the East, angels of death in Christianity, Thanatos in the Greek pantheon. All entities that can be evaded or outsmarted by more cunning mortals.

Considering the nature of some of the residents here, I thought it might be possible that for some of you, such things are more than myth.

So, tell me, friends, about death in your world. How does it work? Have you had any direct contact with such beings? Have you fought it in your own way?

I am, as they say, all ears.

[He'll be ensconced in some corner of the library as he awaits answers, continuing his search in vain, a table stacks with all manner of references to manifestations of death]

011 saor sinn ó thine ifrinn

[shepherdsveritas]

( People from Clove's world, excluding Clove )

[After that fucking ordeal he needs to work off some steam. So he's in the gym lifting weights. Shirtless. For the first time since he got to Paradisa the tattoo on his back is visible.]

((OOC: Obvs open for the gym. Oh. And you're welcome ; ).))

19th Perscription ~ [Dictated]

[atadiscoverer]

I'm thinking of opening a Clinic in the City Royale. I know there's a hospital, and a few doctors around, but it couldn't hurt to get a wee bit more experience outside the castle.

I'm looking for an appropriate building now, but I'll also need a few doctors and nurses to help out. Anyone with medical training, experience or healing talents through magic is welcome too. Could always use a few Paramedics.

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( Filtered away from Todd the Wraith )

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( Filtered to friends and allies )

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( Filtered to Jennifer Keller )

Ninth Lesson // And now for something completely different

[ruined_jaw]

[Today finds Jono, of all places, in the gym. He's shirt- and maskless, the flame in his body pulsing like a heartbeat. He's attempting to learn better control over his powers, inasmuch as he can, given his physical deformity, so he's sitting cross-legged in the floor, facing a mirror, his journal open not far from him.]

I'm curious about something. For as many different worlds and cultures as we've got here, one can only assume that there're as many different styles of art and music as well. Being that I'm a musician, I find myself curious about the music of other worlds, what it sounds like, if there're any songs that are particularly well known or famous for some reason.

Care to share? Doesn't matter if ya can sing or play or not, so long as you know the words or basic melody. If you're not from some version of Earth around the 20th or 21st century, the odds are good I won't be able to tell anyway.

[Now Jono's just gonna keep attempting to meditate, feel free to bother him either in person, or over the journal!]

it has honor, it has character, and it's British

[cricketycricket]

[Peeta Mellark]

I'm terribly sorry to hear about your friends, Peeta ... please, let me know if there's anything I can do to help you through.

[he's got a business proposition for him, actually, but it would be rude to ask right off the bat, circumstances being what they are]

[/Peeta]

Well, for the most part, it seems like people's spirits are more or less starting to pick up, lately. As they should, with summer being at its best. I think I'll bring the TARDIS out on the lawn, get a little sun. If anyone feels like joining me, they're more than welcome. I'll even bring out the cricketing apparatus, if there's enough interest!

[he sounds absolutely STOKED about this. yes yes. which clearly means you all need to come and learn how to play cricket with the Doctor. or at least... try to.

no matter how hard he tries, all his attempts at explaining the rules will end out something like this... dangit, Paradisa.]

prayer nine | accidental broadcast / action

[starhipped]

[It'd been just over a day since she'd woken up in her room, her entire body heavy and weak from what she had to estimate a week of non-stop sleep. Her journal had been open to an entry a week before and while things had continued on in her absence, the pages hadn't flipped. She'd barely glanced at it before attempting to pick herself up and put together the pieces of the remainder of her life in this place.

She hadn't been herself lately.

It had finally occurred to her what was so terribly wrong with this place. When she was finally alone, without Cardinal Sforza or Father Tres to rely on, when it was just her, there was something lacking. Every time she knelt in the chapel, every time she closed out the rest of her surroundings to give herself to God .. there was nothing. The warmth, the calmness, the feeling of protection and peace from prayer - the guidance - it was all gone.

She felt nothing except abandonment. Fear. Loss. Confusion. There was no acceptance, no path laid clear to her, no divine communion. Just terrified struggling day after day to find meaning, reason and hope in a hopeless situation, in a place where she might never escape.

And she was alone.

Just that had her on her knees for hours at a time in the chapel, praying fervently, rocking, sometimes crying, often times her eyes closed, hoping. Perhaps it would come back to her. Perhaps she would see again.

So caught up is she in this quest for spiritual sight that she doesn't notice her journal open on the floor, writing down a description of her actions, eloquently and damningly.]

[ooc: Angsty post is angsty. But Esther seems to be on the fringe of discovering (though she has no idea) what her castle loss is, not to mention all her friends are gone and she doesn't have the self-esteem to realize she has more friends than those from her world.]