3. 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone [Dictated]

[pompous_today]

I cannot find my sister anywhere. I feel like I have searched the entire castle at least twice.

Meimei, if you see this, please just let me know that you are safe. I'm worried about you.

❀ fifty-six unicorn statues for my desk

[iamdamnloyal]

Anyone that knew Gun-- Charles Gunn or Vivian Volkoff... they've gone back home. I didn't really know Vivian, but I know that Gunn is a really amazing guy and he's a great lawyer. [Oh... Harmony, the future isn't exactly sunshine for him.] I mean, who knew he'd be the one to get all that legal stuff shoved into his head, right?

Anyway... [Yeah, that sounded weird.]

There's been a lot of crazy things going on. People going home is pretty standard, but there's been a lot of it. Also, there was that whole family business that happened and I worked at a coffee shop for that. I saw how some of you were acting.

Which brings me to my point. I have been trying to set up some counseling groups and I know that the instinct is to just ignore me and try to deal with your problems on your own, but that's not gonna work. It'll sit in your stomach and rot and fester and then your eye will be twitching all the time from your extreme levels of stress!

[She'd take a breath, but she doesn't breathe.] I just want people to understand that they're not alone. Now, I'm turning this page to filter so that no one but me and you can see what is being written and I'm even okay with you using that weird magic filter that makes it anonymous. I just want to know what you want to talk about. What sort of thing in this castle makes you feel like you're the only one. I'm not gonna judge. I honestly, really, have no place to judge because I've been hurt and upset and lonely in this castle too. I've had the castle take advantage of my weaknesses with losses and I've been lied to by other residents.

I just want to make sure that everyone knows they're not alone. Is that so bad?

(no subject)

[billiardsplz]

[Hey, remember that Paradisa has a gigantic pool?

Yeah, Gold's taking advantage of the fact that the usual Paradisa haunts are the lobby, kitchen, and library. He's even taken the chlorine filters out since they wreak havoc on his Politoed's skin.

Said Politoed is also enjoying the water. And his Mantine. And his Aipom. The others who aren't so great in the pool are still in their balls, napping amongst his cloths.

After a bit, he comes out of the pool, dripping wet all over the floor. And his journal]

Man, it's like no one even remembers we have a pool! Come on, someone else join me!

Seven Spoons {Dictation}

[cyan_maid]

[If you were in the lobby earlier today, you may have noticed Jane staring at the room list in the lobby for quite some time, holding a plate of something really delicious and looking more upset by the minute. She fled the lobby, ran back up to her room, and slammed the door, which caused her journal to topple over and open just in time for it to catch these words:]

Gosh dang it! I missed him, he left and I waited too long and...gosh dang it to heck!!!!

[Clatter of a plate, scrape of a chair...and then a groan.]

It tastes perfect, too...oh, geez...

[Care to surprise Jane by speaking up?]

005 Summons ❈ Written

[ninjainviolet]

[Something's been nagging Sheena for a while, and upon awakening this morning, she finally realizes what it is

The Weather.

So, taking her brush in hand, she writes her question (since she'd probably look less stupid than if she spoke it.]

I've been wondering. Except for that room in the castle, does the weather ever change around here?

Case #Something. Paradisa Sinfonia.

[cantacquityou]

 

[Miles is in his room, practicing a bit of flute in his spare time. Miles was a great patron of the arts, and he particularly enjoyed symphonies. Goodness, did he a miss a great orchestra...

...This prompts an idea.]



Just out of curiosity... who, amongst us residents, are musicians?



( Conan )

( Phoenix Wright )

[OOC: This post is for the IC Formation of the Paradisa Sinfonia. It's not absolutely necessary to reply if you've signed up your character, just a chance to play out their participation ICly should you wish (especially for some characters who may need a little more nudging).]

no home sweet no sweet home

[persequor]

[ At Alexstrasza's tree ]

[ She finally stopped inside the woods. Sagging against a tree, she grabs her side. Her breaths come in shallow gasps. She inhales through her nose, exhales through her mouth. Calm as still water. I must be still water. This time, her dancing lessons don't help.

For once, Arya is completely alone. Nymeria some days left early in the morning to hunt and wouldn't return until evening. Arya did not worry, but she misses her companion keenly now. The girl and wolf are the same; their pack is all gone.

When she opens her eyes, she blinks. The vegetation ahead is verdant, moreso than the one where she is. Look with your eyes, she hears her dancing master say. Looking with her eyes, she spots a tree. An oak. An old, old oak, peaceful and warm. She doesn't think there are any weirwoods here. But this oak has the feel of a weirwood. Of Winterfell's heart tree.

Is the tree still there? Did they cut it down and burn it? Is it broken and dead too?

She sits in front of the tree like she used to in front of the heart tree. They would go together to say their prayers to the old gods. She remembers one night they spent in vigil outside. Rickon was not yet born and Bran was still a baby. Arya had said she could stay awake all night, but she fell asleep against Jon Snow. Only their father had stayed awake until morning. He had woken them all up, her and Robb and Jon, even Sansa had stayed outside, to see the sunlight wash over the red leaves. The tree had seemed on fire, but it wasn't scary. It was beautiful.

When she tries to pray this time, the journal trapped against her chest pokes her. Arya tugs it out and drops it beside her. The cover falls open. Her prayer is quiet and one she has been whispering to herself every night before sleeping. Today, it has a new name. ]

Joffrey. Queen Cersei. Ser Ilyn. Ser Meryn. The Hound. Theon Greyjoy.

page four

[fantasies]

[Afternoon, Paradisa! There is the voice of a kid coming over your journal's today, with the air of a Very Official and Important PSA.]

Hey, everybody! If you don't know me already, my name's Henry. If you do... well, hi!

Anyway, I was thinking. And I remembered that there are a lot of people here who don't know what s'mores are. [A pause for all you Earth people to be appropriately horrified.] There's a lot of stuff that needs to be shared between all the worlds, and that's definitely one of them, so I figured... I could do it!

Normally you're supposed to make them over a bonfire or something, but, uh I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to do that so you can make them in the microwave, too! I've done it lots of times.

So, I'm going to teach you guys how to do it, if anybody wants to. It's really easy, and really good. You should definitely try it.

Okay?

103.1 - holding my hand in the pale gloom

[hard_talker]

[when Mark speaks up this week, he sounds pretty quiet, in comparison to his usual broadcasts, more thoughtful. this is partly because he's not having a lovely week, and partly because Nora's curled up in their room, reading, and he doesn't really want to disturb her. it's not a week for being loud and crude... it's a week for life kind of sucking, and he just can't pull together enough vitriol to do more than the usual]

Well, true to form, the castle decided to make up for its shitty resident intake last week and hauled in seven new arrivals, making me glad yet again that I decided to never bet against Hermione on any of this shit. Say hi to Phil, Jennifer, Todd, Ted, Leonardo, Kyoko, Shatterstar, and Mabel. Unfortunately, it also sent a shitton of other folks home, so ... I think we're still breaking even.

In the news department, looks like there's a job fair going on, for those of you lookin' for work. And there's been a call-out for anyone who can sing or play instruments.

I, uh - I'd dispense with the usual words of wisdom, but I'm fresh out of fucks to give, tonight, folks. There's something a little more important that needs my attention.

[and with that, he'll flip the journal shut. yep. not even any extra music tonight]

[Room Filter]

Hey. ... You almost done with that chapter?

Dictated;

[dupable]

[ The sound of someone turning over sheets of paper. It's really faint, so unless you're really listening to the journal for whatever reason you'll probably miss it. The "Dang!" that follows shortly after the sound stops isn't so quiet though, neither is the sound of John squirming around on his bed trying to get closer to his journal. ]

Wow... You know, I wasn't really thinking about it yesterday, because I was doing other stuff instead, but I just realized that I have officially been in Paradisa for two years! By Earth standards at least, which I am pretty sure this castle uses anyways so it's not like that qualifier really matters. It's kind of weird to think about how much time I have spent here though. It's still really easy to forget I've been here as long as I have!

Which is pretty stupid now that I think about it, because a lot of people have been here for even longer than I have. I am pretty sure there are people who have been here for like six years or something along those lines. Which has to be way worse! And then other people who only stay a month or two.

Has anyone ever figured out what the pattern to that is anyways? It'd be kind of nice to be able to tell if my friends are gonna stick around for awhile next time they show up at the castle again. Er... if they even show up again, I mean. I kind of hope they do, I actually miss Dave's stupid raps and Jade's weird furry obsession.

002 ;

[fulltilt]

[nom nom nom. julie's in the kitchen, eating pizza. alone. because she's an alone-thing and misses her friends who normally eat with her. :( and dare she say it, but she misses her dad too.

she draws some pretty terrible looking cats in the journal as she intently chews on a slice of yummy pizza. it's a little too cheesy and stringy but it'll do. except not, because some cheese falls down the front of her shirt and she just stares at it]

I bet now's the time that I just wish for this pizza string to magically disappear from my shirt or something.

[nope. it just falls off and onto the floor. she blinks, then goes back to chewing]

I guess wishes don't count for extreme laziness... [pause in chewing] How many wishes do we get, anyway? That's something that hasn't been explained to me yet.