02 | Written

[brohoof]

So, after a few weeks of being here, I finally figured out just what it is this place is missing.
I mean, aside from sense, logic, and a few certain people that would make it bearable.
It has a depressing lack of perky neon plush proboscises and a noticeable absence of plush rumps.
So tell me.
Where can I find some a needle and thread, some fabric and stuffing?
I'm going to fix this egregious error ASAP.
Just in time for Christmas, too.
Out with the fucking nutcrackers, in with the smuppets.

mek

[draca]

What is ─ [ Dany's voice is cut off by the screeching on dragons as they, quiet literally, flop about in a pile of snow. The Targaryen herself stands outside the castle holding her hands out to catch the snow, this is a new experience for her after all, she's never honestly seen snow!

It is so cold, and white, and cold.

The dragons screech some more, play fighting with each other while rolling around in the snow, regardless that it melts slowly as their move. Dragons are fire made flesh after all, their scales are always warm to the touch. ]

This is snow?

[ She inspects the flakes that have fallen on her hand with child like curiosity as more falls on her shoulders and hair. ]


(ooc; open for your general bothering, as well as kissmas shenanigans.)

1st ♒ Written

[greaselightning]

vwell, vwell, vwell. i cant say ivwe been to this dream bubble before, especially not one vwith this sort of nonsensical journal setup. has a fellas name and evwerything.
ill admit it took me a bit to understand vwhat all the vwriting vwas in this cool little ledger, and ill be humble enough to say i dont really get it fully still.
if im assuming correctly, im guessing other people can see this?
if so, howv about you cats and kittens tell me vwhat exactly is going on, not to mention vwhose dream bubble this evwen is. id almost say its alarming, but you kind of get used to the bubbles shifting, especially after the first sevweral epochs.
i do appreciate a change from the absolute borefest the rest of those bubbles havwe provwen to be, at least.
a groovwy castle? i can dig it.

What's cooler than being cool?

[paradisamods]

Welcome to the coolest hotel this side of the continent!

But wait, you woke up in your own bed. It's colder--a lot colder--but isn't this still Paradisa?

At 11am, things around the castle seem very different. For one, everything has been turned to ice. Appliances, furniture... it looks like Jack Frost was working overtime the past few days.

The ghosts are nowhere to be found. In their place, dozens of busy, bustling penguins in maid and bellhop uniforms are scurrying about to keep their castle-turned-ice hotel in tip top shape. They'll be more than happy to fill anyone's needs.

Keeping everything running smoothly is a large, dignified polar bear in a nice suit. He'll be your hotel management this week, just in case the penguins get a little out of order.

Sure it's a little cold, much like everything else in the hotel, but that's just part of the charm.

(OOC: Use this as a catch-all post for all your plot-flavored reactions! You're more than welcome to make your own sub-threads as well for different parts of the castle. The icy effect stretches for miles past the town, and snow continues on just past the Dead Zone.

Feel free to give any of the rooms, businesses or houses the same icy touch that the castle has given itself!)

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[checklist]

[ Anypony wandering into the kitchen will find a certain purple pony in there, measuring out flour and sugar and eggs and stuff like that. The kitchen's received the same icy makeover as the rest of the castle, but it still seems to all be in working order, and that's all that matters to Twilight.

Some things to note: she's wearing science goggles and a labcoat; she's spending an awfully long time in measuring out the ingredients; and the entire kitchen is a mess. Like disaster area level mess. Like whoa dude, what in the heck happened here?

Twilight happened, castle. Twilight happened.

The journal happens to be open next to her, and the page is already covered with egg yolks, flour, sugar, food coloring, and other very, very messy ingredients. Go Twilight!

She looks over to a butler!penguin next to her, who's holding up a recipe for her. ] All right. Next is.... creaming the butter and mixing it in with the sugar... [ Aaaand there's going be more sugar and butter getting onto the journal pages, castle.


Yep.

This is going well.



Happy birthday, Twilight. ]

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[nihilo]

( Joshua Christopher )

Tadchaen-a-Eneg; backdated to before the plot

[inafadingcrown]

( Private filter )

[Galadriel hates December. She really does. No matter how she tries, she can’t seem to avoid the castle’s shenanigans this time of year. And, as much as she would love to, she can’t exactly spend the entire month in her room, nor can she hang off Celeborn’s arm constantly, in the hopes that he’d be the only one she’d kiss.

So, in need of some fresh air, she wraps her cloak about her and heads to the stables- it may be cold, but a ride would do her good. And it seemed a good way to escape people.

There’s only one problem with this plan: she has to get from her room to the stables and there are plenty of nutcrackers decorating the castle along the way.]

[ooc: open for kissing shenanigans]

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[heliotroping]

[In the kitchen, he has his journal open next to a piece of raw fillet fish. He's also consulting a penguin.]

Would it be... weird to make a cake for your pet cat? Not a cake-cake, but one that's made from fish and wet food. Would that be weird?

011 - Whoosh Splat

[silentrunning]

[Chell opens her eyes slowly and finds that the tip of her nose, which is poking out from under the blankets is cold. Nothing new about that. The temperature has been getting colder lately after all, though she's very confused as why. But when she cracks open an eye and peers around, she's instantly awake and scrambling out of the block of ice that has become her bed, wishing up something very very thick to wear and snagging up her journal before running toward her door and out into the hall. And everywhere she sees the same thing.

Ice. Chell knows about ice. She's read about it in books and the like. But she's never seen it. Not till now anyhow. And when she makes it to a window and peers out, the whole ground outside is white, and there's something white mounded up in billowing piles blown by a wind that's howling around the eaves.

Snow? Could it be snow? Seriously? She'd always wanted to see snow. Ever since she'd read about it in that book about Santa and his eight tiny reindeer, she'd been waiting. And now here it was.

She wasn't sure how to dress to go out in it, but she was going to do it. Running quickly, she slid down the bannister of the tower stairs, tore across the lobby like the hounds of hell were chasing her and bolted outside... straight into a snowdrift.

Aiyee that was cold. Dragging her journal out of the pocket of her coat, she wrote a message...]

Snowdrifts are cold. I have heard of something called snowballs? But how does one make them if the snow is too cold to touch long enough to pack them effectively?

[OOC: Feel free to run into her between the lobby or outside, or whatever. Open like an open thing.]

Twentieth House of Westeros ♛ Dictated ♛ Starks of Winterfell

[songsandstories]

[She's watching the snow fall out in the lobby, still adjusting to the changes the castle has brought. For as hectic as this time of the year seems for some, for her it reminds her of home, of family. She smiles despite the pain those memories bring. It's bittersweet, to have them and to long for them once again.]

Winter has coated this place with snow and ice, a true winter, save that it lasts years where I am from. The North has a saying, "Winter is coming". With whatever the castle is up to, its mischief or its merriment, precaution is wise. Both now and always.

ooc: feel free to action it up. mistletoe shenanigans are still a-go, planned or unplanned.

-3 Woolongs~ [Dictated/Action]

[3nterprising]

[Having woken up this morning with chattering teeth, Faye was more than disappointed. The way she saw it, the castle should have known better than to turn everything to ice when it would make her so cold. What was worse? There was nowhere she could go to thaw. As she speaks into the journal, her voice is a lot closer to a whine than it usually is.]

Why would the castle do something like this? Doesn't it know how awful this is? Better yet... don't answer any of that.

This really is Hell, isn't it?

That, you can answer.

[For those of you in the kitchen, you'll find a scowling Faye wrapped in a thick comforter and looking for something to put into the oven besides herself.]

104.9 - life in a northern town

[hard_talker]

[at ten sharp, "Everybody Knows" starts playing over the airwaves ... but Harry's normal theme song doesn't get far in before it's interrupted by the sound of cracking ice, and whistling wind. someone's getting more and more creative with his sound board]

WHOA! You hear that, folks? Even the music's too cold to come out and play today -- Jesus, Paradisa, give a guy a break! ... Hi, there, out there in icicle land. This is Hard Harry, comin' at you with a little somethin' to heat up your evenin' - least, as best I can, all things considered.

To our handful of newbsicles this week, Clementine, Gokudera, and Cronus? Sorry for the chilly reception. And before the rest of you all start groaning at me like snow zombies? Come on, like you could've left that alone.

If all this ice actually inspires you t' do something with yourselves other than huddle around in blankets turning your jawbones into castanets, we've got somebody givin' ice skating lessons this Saturday. For the rest of you, I'm looking for the top ten ways to keep warm - and yes, we already know The Big One. I wanna see you guys get creative. Gimme your favorite stupid human tricks, your best magic spells, some crazy thing your great-great grandpa did when they hadn't heard of electric space heaters, a gadget you made outta crap from the game room.

And in the meantime, if you're lookin' for a way to keep warm? Here's a little set list to get you up and moving and your blood pumping and your heart jumping. 'Till next time, folks. Stay frosty.

[and on with the show! enjoy, Paradisa... management is not responsible for the cheesiness of some of these selections]

xxxii λ visiting

[assassino]

( Lana )