♅ eleventh (or first all over again)

[themistress]

[If you're in town, you might notice a woman walking around, plastering flyers all over the place. Each flyer is advertising services. She's really sticking them everywhere, and handing them to people on the street. Perhaps you'd like to hire her. According to the flyer, she

• teaches magic
  
• plans parties
  
• performs acupuncture (*pain guaranteed)
  
• is available for rimjobs
  
• grooms cats

Perhaps you'd like to comment on her skills. Perhaps you just want to stare at her because it's autumn and she's wearing a sheer dress and thigh-high boots and nothing else. Or maybe you just happen to note that she's so very familiar.

Either way, a flyer was just stuck to your chest. Because the woman might think of you as a lamppost.]

002 - drinking to drink {action/dictated}

[believinginheroes]

[Phil's been in Paradisa for a while, and he's adjusting to life in the castle. Slowly. But still adjusting.]

[He's also still trying to cope with the thing he thinks he knows...the thing he hasn't really talked to anyone about: where he was when he showed up. Or, more specifically, where he is pretty sure he wasn't.]

[So he's blowing off a little steam in the bar downstairs, nursing a scotch and just enjoying the solitude...until he's not, and feels that old familiar restless itch between his shoulderblades, the one that got him the very assignment that he's pretty sure is responsible for killing him. He can only think of one way to scratch that itch, at least in this place.]

[Pulling his journal out, which he can lift since it's been explained to him how it works, Phil lays it open on the table and pauses for a sip of his drink.]

This message is for my friends...but it's pretty much for anyone, now that I think about it. [He pauses...he's good at his job, but not the most social of animals, so it's a little awkward, inviting anyone and everyone to basically come and say hello...]

Anyway, uhm...I'm Phil. And I'm down in the bar. If you're...bored.

[A beat] I've...I know there's some pretty strange things in this place. [Another beat] I'd kind of like to see just how strange. So...come on by if you have a story to tell.

4th Trick Shot ~ [Dictated]

[compromisedarrow]

So, Paradisa, a question...

...Who here wants to learn archery? I reckon I could put up a few beginners lessons, at least. I know I'll be able to teach that much.

Leave me a message, and we can schedule in some times at the shooting range. Even if you're not a beginner and just want someone to practice with. The more the merrier.

(no subject)

[wield]

( Filter: Wes. )

( Filter: Faith. )

024 Unread Page(s) In Your Inbox

[is0latedthinker]

(Those interested in the safety of Castle residents, filtered away from those who would use this information for harm)

If I could have your attention, please.

I'm Alan Bradley and I'd like to speak with you about some emergency procedures here at the Castle.

About a year ago, an organization called Code Blair was formed to protect the youth of the Castle in the case of an emergency to make sure that no one was left behind in the event that an evacuation was necessary. More recently, another group was formed for the evacuation of the general population of the Castle.

Over the past few months, Agent Carolina and I have been restructuring the two groups in order to form a more effective and efficient plan. The two plans have been combined.

The general structure is as such: each floor has two Floor Captains who are responsible for evacuating all those on their floor to safety. Due to the fact that we now only have one TARDIS at our disposal, the designated safety area is the Castle's Ballroom, located on the ground floor. The TARDIS will be used to escort those in otherwise unreachable areas. If the Castle itself is dangerous, we will relocate to an Outpost.

However, in order for this plan to come to fruition, it is imperative that we have more Floor Captains. I urge you to volunteer in order to ensure the safety of those in need of it. A clear head is the most welcome resource in times of trouble.

If you're interested, please don't hesitate in contacting Agent Carolina or myself.

Thank you.

Paradisa Sinfonia Post #01 - (Un)Sight(ly)-reading

[cantacquityou]

 
[Today, in a remote corner of the music room, there is a large, beautiful couch, a couple of very comfy chairs, a few random instruments (a large grand piano and a harp being the centerpiece), and a couple of small tables adorned with decorative trays of little finger foods.

Edgeworth didn't expect more than two people to show up... but, alas. It seemed as though there were more people interested in music than he had imagined. He had expected a small gathering for a titillating discussion of music, but it ended up with musicians and non-musicians alike tinkering with random instruments and/or scarfing away at the (limited) food.

So, he thought he'd try something. A sight-reading test! Why not gauge everyone's starting point? He wishes up scores of the well-known song, Thus Spake Zarathustra, handing it to everyone who happened to have an instrument in hand. With lack of a conductor, he approached the podium and tapped the baton, waving it in the air to signify "start".

If you are unfortunate enough to turn a page to the music room, you'll come across this wonderful rendition of auditory rape.]
























...and Thus Flatulated Zarathustra...


[ParaSin Mingle Post: Action or over the journal for everyone! However, characters from this list in particular will be tagged in the post upon replying!

/Edit: Since I've been asked, yes, anyone can comment, Sinfonians and non-Sinfonians alike. :D] 

xii. written

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia writes in curled letters, more like pictures than text, a little poetry or is it a riddle? ]

πόλυ πάκτιδος ἀδυμελεστέρα χρύσω χρυσοτέρα


[ Meanwhile she is at the laundry room, seated on the floor with her light green gown spread about her. She has both hands on one machine, watching the colors spin through the glass with amazement on her face. Yellows, blues, greens and purples! ]

[ trans.; than the lyre, far sweeter in tone than gold, more golden. ]