PARADISA

You know, all of the problems with the journals lately made me wonder if all of my old Pesterchum stuff still works. I mean, I can't think of any reason it wouldn't still work, but I haven't used it over a year. It's kind of weird to think about when it used to be pretty much all I used to talk to my friends back home! I guess the journals are more or less like an instant messenger program anyway only with writing, or you know... a voice chat thing. It's too bad that they apparently mess up sometime like this.

It kind of makes me wonder if they're even worth filtering to people anymore if there is a chance everyone is gonna see anyway, except maybe telling people you want to meet up with them to talk to them in private where people can't see.

So... at least everyone isn't drunk year? Which I guess is an improvement... sort of? It's not really much of one though. Sometimes I wonder if one year we will be allowed to have a big holiday that doesn't go completely crazy, or even just a little weird! Just one where nothing really happens and we can have a normal celebration.

I am almost certain we won't though, or if we ever do then no one will believe it and it's gonna ruin the day for us anyway because we are waiting for things to go wrong.

Speaking of! Do you guys think anything is gonna happen when midnight hits? Some weird castle trick or...?

[ John is lying peacefully in his clinic bed, his journal placed on a table next to him. A lot has changed in the past week that John has been asleep, mostly because as far as he's aware a full year has gone by back at home, or... well on the flying battleship that he's been traveling on with his sister and a the ghosty bird version of his best dude friend. Needless to say trying to pack a year of years worth of growth into one week is pretty odd, and it's a good thing John was wearing his weird magical pjs when he knocked himself out or else his clothing might not fit as well when he woke back up.

Speaking of waking up... John's body suddenly jolts as he wakes up, he flails his arm out and knocks his journal off of the table and onto the floor. Nice how these things fall open when you most need them!

... No just kidding, it actually fell on the floor closed, so anyone who isn't in the clinic at the moment would have missed that, but it's okay, John's leaning over the edge of the bed to pick up the journal and prop the thing open on his lap.

He just stares at it for a moment trying to get a good idea how long he was gone. It's a little disorienting waking up after being gone for so long. ]

Woah... Hey uhm, okay so I kind of just woke up in the clinic and have no idea what is going on, but I think I probably hit my head like I did last time this happened. So uh... how long was I even gone? What is today's date and all of that?

[ The sound of someone turning over sheets of paper. It's really faint, so unless you're really listening to the journal for whatever reason you'll probably miss it. The "Dang!" that follows shortly after the sound stops isn't so quiet though, neither is the sound of John squirming around on his bed trying to get closer to his journal. ]

Wow... You know, I wasn't really thinking about it yesterday, because I was doing other stuff instead, but I just realized that I have officially been in Paradisa for two years! By Earth standards at least, which I am pretty sure this castle uses anyways so it's not like that qualifier really matters. It's kind of weird to think about how much time I have spent here though. It's still really easy to forget I've been here as long as I have!

Which is pretty stupid now that I think about it, because a lot of people have been here for even longer than I have. I am pretty sure there are people who have been here for like six years or something along those lines. Which has to be way worse! And then other people who only stay a month or two.

Has anyone ever figured out what the pattern to that is anyways? It'd be kind of nice to be able to tell if my friends are gonna stick around for awhile next time they show up at the castle again. Er... if they even show up again, I mean. I kind of hope they do, I actually miss Dave's stupid raps and Jade's weird furry obsession.

[ If your character is out and about the castle this afternoon or evening (we can always pretend it's not already 10 PM) they might find some blue jello in some unusual places.

Like replacing all the water in the indoor swimming pool, or onsen. Or filling up all but one of the washing machines in the laundry. Perhaps they noticed the goopy mess just sitting in the kitchen sink? The oddest of all is the pile of jello someone (or someones) managed to pack into the elevator.

If they're lucky they might catch a flash of blue or orange zipping around the corner trying to escape the scene of the crime (and they probably will be, because Vriska and John are about as sneaky as a linebacker wearing pots, pants and car alarms for padding.) ]

((OOC. POOL | ONSEN | LAUNDRY ROOM | KITCHEN | ELEVATOR))

You know, I was thinking last month about the fact that I have been here long enough that I have had two birthdays, even though it hasn't technically been a full two years yet. But you know, I don't think this place is so bad most of the time. What's really hard is how my friends from home keep coming and going, and how it seems like they are gone more often than they are here most of the time.

And what's even worse is when the people that aren't from my home end up going back to their's. I know a lot of people want to go back, so it's pretty selfish to want them to stay for a little longer, but it'd be really nice if people weren't so easy to lose here.

Or at the very least if there was some way to keep contact with them after they go home. Like if we could somehow make inter-dimensional telephones or something.

[ A small orange tabby hisses loudly as it streaks across the front lawn of the castle, followed closely by a young girl with dog ears, and her twin who has currently managed to latch himself onto her head, and seems to be floating in the air while trying to reign her in.

He's also somehow manage to hang onto his journal, which is impressive! But unfortunately means that everyone gets to hear this going on. ]

WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF!!

Auuuuuuuuugh! Jade no!! Bad! Heel!!!

((OOC. Over the journals clearly, or in person if you'd like.))