[11] Operation Paint With All The Colours Of The Wind;; backdated to the morning of the final day!!

[heirofficium]

[ oh, hullo Paradisawarts! while many of you have been enjoying having magic and bring able to learn up on things that you'll literally have no use for after the event help you know it better, some of the residents of the castle are far too familiar with these dusty old corridors to not get bored with it. (or at least that's the case for one or two of them. if it weren't for those two, the other one would be off, nose deep in a textbook.)

so it may come with some surprise to you when you see a small group of students, mostly Gryffindors but a few from other houses, migrating down an unused corridor towards what should be another broom cupboard.

(not that most of the other castle residents would know that that 2nd floor broom cupboard actually cuts around through the back wall to a statue near the stairs to the astronomy tower. James and Sirius probably wouldn't either. Peter's shyness did come in handy sometimes, believe it or not.)

but the most eye-catching among these students are the trio who seem to be leading the others despite never actually realizing that had gathered any following at all. while they joke and laugh amongst just the three of them, the tawny-haired boy has a reserved and intelligent, yet amused air about him, while the darker-haired teens... they simply exude a well-meaning, but mercilessly wicked glee.

it could be quite solemnly sworn that these three are up to no good. ]

[ ooc:// So here is the Marauders' final hurrah for the Hogwarts plot! The plot will be over tomorrow, unfortunately, but please feel free to tag this anyway! Below will be a few Thread headers for the houses and for our honorary Marauders! 

Feel free to note that this is an opt-outable prank. If you do not want your character involved, but want to tag into this mayhem, feel free to let us know! ]

029 Gryffindors ❈ Dictated or Action ❈ Backdated to the Evening of August 6th

[rose_of_battle]

[The sound of a crash can be heard over the journals, followed by the sound of Sheena's voice--which seems to be far away, as though the journal had fallen on the floor and popped open.]

Dammit! That's not right! Why can't I get this?

[There's the sound of tapping, and "Ah-ha!" then a frustrated growl. Sounds of what can only be a search are next, then Sheena's voice once more.]

Ah! There you are!

[She clears her throat as she addresses the journal properly--her voice loud, clear, and frustrated.]

Excuse me, this is Sheena and I have a favor to ask of anyone who knows Arithmancy. I know it's an elective course, but I was "encouraged" to take it, and I can't back out now. However, I just can't get the hang of it. If anyone knows their way around this stuff, and can help me, I'll help them in return with a class they're having trouble with.

Thank you.

[She closes the journal, and anyone venturing into the Gryffindor common room will find her staring at her Arithmancy book like it's the enemy.

Someone want to help a poor seventh-year out? Or just talk to get her mind off all those numbers?]

nineteen

[i_got_this]

Hey, Freelancers! Church. Spartan what's-your-face you can help out too.

Who started the insurrection and had the highest body count? Because I know it wasn't the UNSC.

[Someone's still feeling spikey after her conversation with Gale. Yes it's open for everyone to see. Feel free to threadjack!]

twenty-third snare

[fanstheflame]

[Filtered Away From South Dakota]

I've been here a long time. Long enough to know everyone comes from really, really different places. And I'm glad we get a chance to see some of them, like... Like we just did. Even if some of us forgot that we hadn't lived there our whole lives, it was.... an experience. And the more I see, the more I understand some of the people we live with.

But.... there are still things that won't change. I'm still from my homeland, no matter how long I've been here or how many places I see. I still have my own history to account for, and it shapes how I think and how I feel. .... But it's so different from so many other places. Normally that's not a problem, but....

[he sighs, an echo of the wind through leaves that can be heard over the journal]

I've been friends with someone here for a long time, now, and recently she told me some things that made me realize that ... If she lived in my world, or I lived in hers? We'd hate each other. ... But I don't want to hate her. I like too many things about her... I don't want our worlds to get in the way.

But I'm afraid we feel too strongly about them for that to happen. I ... I guess I need some advice.

dictated + action for anyone interested!

[gravedigs]

( open action in the Kitchens )

[ Apparently, Isaac eventually gets his hands on some food, because you can hear the crunching of something loud like chips over the open page. He's even marginally more aware now! ]

Okay, so I'm going to feel really stupid if this doesn't actually work, but hello? Anyone?

... I should have brought a pen. And some sanity.

Nineteenth Gate

[forsometimenow]

Since things appear to be relatively back to normal and everyone presumably has their memories back... I should mention that yesterday marked one year since I came to Paradisa.

I'm still not 100% thrilled about the "being kept apart from my loved ones" part, and I've been the only person from my world here a while... but still. I belong here, and after a lifetime of searching for a place where I could belong and being taken from the first place I did, it means a lot to me personally to feel that way.

[Dictated]

[schrodingersghost]

[Danny was lost again.  He could remember being so happy as a full ghost. He'd had friends and things to do and a afterlife that he enjoyed. He hadn't had any of the doubts that constantly weighed him down as a half ghost.

He'd been free.

And there was a small part of him that wanted nothing more than to go back to that. What was wrong with him?

He was still half-human, right?  How could he have been so happy as a ghost?]

Yeah, so... Week stuck in magic school as a full ghost.  Just another happy therapy inducing memory, courtesy of the castle.

Thanks a lot.

4th slide

[freeslider]

I'm really going to miss being a witch. Too bad I had to be thirteen at the same time, but it was so incredible to be able to do all of that. It was nice to feel special for once, even if...well...everybody was special.

Oh, but there was something else I wanted to ask! Some of you might know that Clow Reed is gone and that he was the owner of the pie shop in town. He hired me a few weeks ago as a waitress to help with the re-opening and well...it's kind of hard to run a pie shop without somebody who can actually make pie.

It seems like a shame to close the place, after all the work he put into sprucing it up, so what I guess we really need is a cook. Or a baker. Something like that.

Any takers?

Resolve Affirmed [ dictated ]

[peacockherald]

Well... that was a rather interesting experience. I have to admit, it was rather fun, even with the dragon there at the end. I had never imagined such things could be real, but then, this is Paradisa, after all, and even in my own world Gryphons were once real, simply extinct now. 

Ah, but that is not why I am addressing you all.

Before we are swept up in another maelstrom of shifts, I thought I might finally get the finishing touches done on the salle I have mentioned a few times. It's made progress and thankfully this time is still intact after the shift. But I need some help putting on the final bits of roofing and the mirror. Preferably I would like someone with magic for this last bit, but anyone who has building skills I would welcome just as much. I have magic of my own, but it is not as... delicate as I would like to to be for placing this sort of thing in.

Who would have thought trying to get a simple building built would take this long?

Also, I intend to make the salle open to all who want to train there, by the by, and I am willing to provide rapier lessons for those who would like them once the building is finished. We often have a need to defend ourselves here, after all, so I will gladly help those that wish to learn to do so.

Seventieth Sip

[mal_addict]

Well, that was an experience. I have to admit though, that Hogwarts place had a nice setup. Back home, we have a place called the Unseen University, big building where wizards learn magic and find new ways to balls up the universe. They pretty much never leave, though, and women aren't allowed from what I understand. Witches do a different kind of magic, practical and less showy.

Anyway, aside from the fake memories I suppose we've had worse world changes.

...

Brock, your moustache was as ridiculous as the last time it made an appearance.

040 || dictated;

[workaphilic]

[There are a lot of things he could take away from the past week. A lot of things he has taken away. But there's only one that's worth mentioning publicly on the journal with the amount of urgency he's displaying now.]

I want to learn how to do that. [A beat. Clarifying:] The magic. It doesn't have to be that exact type, I'm not picky. I don't care about anything advanced, it just makes things easier.

If you'll teach, I'll pay you. I don't care. Just as long as it's quick.

[A pause. His pen taps restlessly.]

If your instinct is to tell me it can't be done, go away. I'm not talking to you.

Second Temptation ♆ Like hell [accidentally dictated]

[putuporshutup]

[Very suddenly, the muffled sounds of anguished, blood-curdling screams echo from the journals]

[Meg wakes up screaming. The thing immediately wrong with this picture is that she was sleeping in the first place. Demons don't sleep. And it takes a hell of a lot more to make her scream than a bad dream.

But this isn't just a bad dream. It's a fucking nightmare. They said this place was bad, but she had no idea. She's still screaming. She can't stop. And are those tears? What the fuck?

The chilling clarity slices through the blinding terror like a knife. She was human again. For an entire week. And her charred, blackened, jacked up soul was restored that entire time, wreaking havoc on her subconscious while she played along in some schoolgirl fantasy game. This place definitely wasn't fucking around with the metaphysical.

She's remembering nothing and everything all at once, but the week at magic school as an ambitious and mischievous vixen is taking a backseat to a vivid recollection of every foul, wicked thing she's ever done violently ricocheting around her mind. Every cut, every slice on the rack she ever gave or received. Every life she ever snuffed out for the sake of the cause. Every manipulation. Every misguided power grab.

She tries to scream for help, but the words won't form - and what help is there to be had, anyway? All that comes out is unintelligible anguish and choked sobs.

After what seems like an eternity, she manages to regain physical control and at least stops screaming bloody murder. She is still far from okay, and begins to beg and plead with the power that did this to her.]

Why? Why? WHY?! I can't... this is too much. I don't want to feel anymore. Make it stop. Just make it stop. Please. PLEASE.

[[//ooc: Feel free to take full advantage of this very rare (and temporary) emotionally vulnerable Meg. Positive and negative CR equally welcome, but this is a very rare chance to solidly get on her good side and earn some of that unshakable loyalty.]]

12th Elevator-Voice

[honeytoes]

Well...that was an experience wasn't it?

For the record I don't do robes...I've got nothing against them per say it's just they don't exactly show off my great ass.

Anyway on a more serious note...

[He pauses for a moment.]

To anybody who knew Evan Sabahnur he's no longer in the castle. I went to check on him when we got back and his nameplate wasn't on the door.

[ He sighs...Gary feels like a bit of an ungrateful asshole. Evan helped his injured paranoid ass when he first arrived here in Paradisa. He could be considered Gary's first real friend here and he can't help but think he should have made more of an effort with the kid.]

Still the show must go on right?

007 violent outbursts written

[hatesgoodbyes]

Back here again. If you're not ok, get someone to help you.

[Uncharacteristic of her post world change entry, also written which is odd.]

[York]
I'd like to borrow that journal if I can. And to talk when you have time.