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mirror_mod ([personal profile] mirror_mod) wrote in [community profile] paradisa2012-06-08 07:44 pm

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[The ink stain on the last page has stopped but just a tiny space of blank page remaining on the lower right corner. A final message appears on the next blank page, in that same mysterious font]

Write Them HoMe


((OOC:One last task for you residents. It's time to get them home. How you do it is up to you))
spiritusaequitas: everlyn on LJ (Default)

[personal profile] spiritusaequitas 2012-06-09 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
... Write 'em home? [Murphy frowns] Sure, not a problem, but which thing's home? Here, or ...?
wilder: (yeeeah stop talking Lloyd)

[personal profile] wilder 2012-06-09 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[....If this means talking about feelings like the last time people got nabbed, Zelos is so passing and letting others do it. Y E P. ]
spiritusaequitas: everlyn on LJ (tattooed love boys)

[personal profile] spiritusaequitas 2012-06-09 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
... Thanks. ... Christ save me, I'm talkin' to a book.

[and he'll ... carefully start scribing something on the page - the faintest outlines of the lobby arches and stairs, in pencil.

once he's got that, he'll start writing words along the lines. concepts, friends' names, things that he knows his friends consider important. FAMILY. COMPANY. SAFETY. FAITH. things that make them laugh, and belong.

and at the top of the arch, in more elaborate writing: MIRACLES. SECOND CHANCES.

the amateur tattoo artist is getting creative. feel free to join in.]
not_like_the_rest: (yeah?)

[personal profile] not_like_the_rest 2012-06-09 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Are you the thing that has Peeta's panties in a twist?
valuedstrength: (b: brooding artist)

[personal profile] valuedstrength 2012-06-09 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve will be joining in with Murph. He's drawing in small pictures to represent family, safety, and faith in the nearest free space by the words. He doesn't know if it will make any difference, but like hell if he wasn't going to try.]
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[personal profile] starhipped 2012-06-09 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
I .. want to do my best.

Because Her Eminence, the person who was taken, is someone important to me.


[And, out in the journal because she doesn't know what else to do, Esther begins writing down anything she knows about Caterina S'forza. Not all of it is factual - some of it is a matter of opinion; like how beautiful and graceful she is, or how intelligent and calm she seems to be. Some of it seems to be just plain physical description, writing as though she could picture Caterina right in front of her, as she always is.

It might not work, it might not help, but Esther is trying to use everything she knows to bring Caterina back to this place where she was needed and wanted.]
spiritusaequitas: everlyn on LJ (tattooed love boys)

[personal profile] spiritusaequitas 2012-06-09 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[he's there - he's been camped out on one of the couches - but he's too intent on his work. he'll keep sketching in the lobby itself, for others to fill with words and concepts.

once he's finished that, he moves on and starts to draw his father sitting on one of the steps, leatherwork laid over his knee as he stitches - the trade he'd promised to ply if anyone needed it]
valuedstrength: (b: planning)

[personal profile] valuedstrength 2012-06-09 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Imagine it more? Steve can do that. He's going to try drawing in the people he knows to missing in the lobby safely. He is starting with Kate since she is etched clearly in his mind. Danny will follow since he has a vague recollection of the boy. Caterina after that since Esther was nice enough to describe her in such vivid detail. He'll call out before he finishes these:]

I need descriptions of the others.

[personal profile] heal_theworld 2012-06-09 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Martel sees this. And she's going to do what it says.]

I want them all to come home. But I want him home the most. I miss him and everything about him, even his silly dramatics and his snarking. Here, we actually have a chance to be what we couldn't on Aselia where there are no wars or discrimination. He makes this place a home for me.

So please, bring him home to me.
lord_wizard: (Default)

[personal profile] lord_wizard 2012-06-09 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Felix is unsure if all these feelings are what you guys need to get these people home. But damned if he knows his symbolism.

So they have a door...what they need is a key...which he sketches below the door
]
encryptedlock: (hey wash)

written of course

[personal profile] encryptedlock 2012-06-09 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Agent Washington, get your ass home right the fuck now. Your cat won't shut up. Your Pokemon is moping.

Also Wyoming and his AI showed up, so I need your help.

I'll give you beer.
wizard_redfive: (Discovery)

[personal profile] wizard_redfive 2012-06-09 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Descriptions? Dairine will do you one better. She draws in some of the lobby couches and tables, with Chaucer sitting on one of them and Cole Turner standing nearby. Then she adds Kevin and CLU in another corner, just like she remembered from their arrival.

Not bad for a thirteen year old if she says so herself.
]
ruin_mania: (reading in hall)

[personal profile] ruin_mania 2012-06-09 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[...Yeah no Raine can't top that. It's those feelings of inadequacy again. So she adds simply,]

Allow a door to open and our friends to be on the other side.
ruin_mania: (tossing chalk)

[personal profile] ruin_mania 2012-06-09 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
wilder: (shocked and appalled!)

[personal profile] wilder 2012-06-09 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
fanstheflame: (please make up your mind)

written

[personal profile] fanstheflame 2012-06-09 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Gale had known from the start there wasn't anything he could do in the face of this. nothing useful. snares and traps and hunting knowhow don't do a thing against what he can't understand.

but when he sees this, relief floods over him, and he reaches out to touch the page. he glances up at the other message - "write them home" - and then fumbles for a pen]


I'll see you soon.
alaspooryork: ([wash] bitching to the accountants)

recorded from dictation

[personal profile] alaspooryork 2012-06-09 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[God, York, what part of "be specific" do you not remember from the last exercise?]

The missing residents find themselves in a large chamber. A strange control panel sits to one end. Behind them is that which they are fleeing. Many are confused by the control panel, but Freelancer Agent Washington approaches it with an air of expertise rarely demonstrated in earlier missions. Reassuring the others, he enters a few keystrokes and a portal appears in the wall. Across the portal as if through water, the lobby of the castle is visible. All those who enter the portal are returned to Cair Paradisa. Agent Washington ensures all residents have entered before timing the portal to close moments after he himself enters it, leaving the danger safely behind.
Edited 2012-06-09 04:14 (UTC)
save_the_souls: (z ;; 8)

[personal profile] save_the_souls 2012-06-09 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Allen comes in through the door. A tired and solemn look on his face, he's wearing an old baseball jersey, cleats and a pair of blank pajama pants. It would probably look comical except...they are all cut up from glass and paper, blood soaks through most of the front and some trickles here and there on the rest of him]

[The worst part? Most of the blood isn't his. It instead comes from the very broken and battered body in his arms of Tim Drake. ]


....

[He looks around, a bit dazed and surprised to be back in Paradisa. He's not even sure what to say right now...this wasn't the t]rip back he was expecting to have.
Edited 2012-06-09 05:57 (UTC)
gevurah: laughs he who laughs last (Default)

[personal profile] gevurah 2012-06-09 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yep, she's right behind him, limping her way in. A battered tank top now stained with blood and dirt, just like her her tattered jersey pants and cleats. Bits of glass and dirt stuck in her, too. She automatically shields her eyes, eyes having been in dim light for days now. Not that she's totally aware.

She heaves a sigh upon recognizing the lobby of a very familiar castle. ]

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