PARADISA

( Moriarty )

( Muraki )

( Shego/Written Anonymously )

( Rinzler )

( Eschaton Society )

( Those with the PRF/Interested in Joining )


Would anyone be interested in cybernetics?

I'm offering to build augmentations of any kind, and there's nothing too simple or too complex for me so don't hesitate to speak up. If you have a problem, I can fix it.

[Crack open the journal and you're bound to notice that there's an obnoxiously large, hard to miss advertisement staring back at you.]

PARADISA RESPONSE FORCE

 

( Inquire Within )

 

Join today!

( Molotov )


[There are three androids standing smack dab in the middle of the lobby this afternoon, and they're a weird bunch: they make virtually no movements but will curiously eye anyone who comes walking through.

Turn your back on them and you'll feel three pairs of eyes digging into the back of your skull.

What do, Paradisa?]

( Molotov )

( Moriarty )


What is power to you?

( Eschaton Society/Allies )


Say you were given a choice:

On one hand, you could be granted true immortality, becoming invincible and ageless.

On the other, you could be given the power to change your past in any way and any time... but no matter what happens you're doomed to live an average life span.

Which would you choose?

... I still can't get over this concept.

A summer camp devoted to the Greek gods and their... what, patrons?

[Yes, somehow between the Pokemon, pirates, and other general craziness of both Paradisa and his own world, this change is the one that throws him for a loop.]

What's next, a boarding school dedicated to the Norse gods? An afterschool daycare for the Egyptian deities?

[He huffs.]

You'd think these so-called 'gods' would show themselves so we could speak with them. Then again, considering we're dealing with classical mythology, they're probably too busy fornicating with their siblings to care.

Why. Can't. I. EAT?!

[The kitchen gets way too much abuse, seriously. It's the lobby all over again: counters are cracked, cupboards doors hanging and broken... Strangely, the recently recovered microwave is untouched.

There's Hank, standing in front of the open fridge, stuffing as much crap into his craw that he possibly can. He doesn't seem to swallowing any of it, he just kind of... stuffs it in his jaw, and smears it all over his face.

And all over the journal. Have fun with those ketchup stains.]

Hey, where's the peanut butter?

ooc: More loss.

[There's a bit of commotion in the lobby today.

The place looks like a tornado hit: almost all the furniture that was there has been overturned or ruined and the walls have been seriously damaged, with holes and cracks and dents everywhere.

At the center of it all is Hank, half of a couch in one hand, spinning in a circle every minute or two and swinging that couch like crazy.]


You think yourself clever, eh?! You think I don't see you?! Let's see how clever you are when I crush your face in!

...assuming you have face.

You better have a face!

ooc: Loss start!

[He'd never payed much attention to this place, not really. Why bother? It was so plain, so seemingly pointless even by Paradisa's standards that it arely even warranted acknowledging it's existence. These days, however, he wanted to know as much as he could about... well, anything and everything.

Knowledge was power after all. He flips open his notebook and to address the entire castle.]


...I don't suppose there are any relevant entries on the Insolitus, are there?


[He's in there now, having examined just about everything. The contents of the room didn't appear strange or unique in anyway, from what he could tell. Everything, that is, save for a curious ticket labeled 'Paradisa Town'. He'd pocketed it and went about giving the place a second good look, just in case he'd missed something.]

ooc: open or over the journal!