PARADISA

Hey! Does anyone have their Pokemon still? Do you ever play with them like the people back in their homeworld did?

Well, by play I mean battle, but...

[Someone sounds a little confused this afternoon as she dicates quickly into the journal.]

Hey! So... was I the only one who saw that thing just now? Or are my special eyes just playing tricks on me? Or...

[Drawn in a minute later!]

And before I get more of you asking what it looks like, it was kind of... Shaped like this?



Yeah. I don't know! But if I'm not crazy, I vote we go poke it with a stick or something!

_{(ooc. TALKING ABOUT THIS, YO. Feel free to use this as an open forum, or whatever. Threadjack, discuss. Whatever ever!)}

[There are the sounds of a video game heard from the other side of the journal, and it sure does sound like there is a whole lot of action going on!

But, above it all? There is a certain troll dictating into the journal.]

You know what would have been cool? If some of us could keep those powers we manifested when we got sick. I mean, come on, invulnerability? If I didn't use it for myself, I'd just use it for the next big bad that threatened the castle. I'm not that insensitive.

And it's not like my levels of pride would have changed, so I would just be the same old me, just ridiculously overpowered! If only...

[Sigh. Now some engines are revving!]

Well, my hopes and dreams aside, I found this wicked game over in the game room? It's called Sugar Rush, and it reminds of that human baby game Candy Land? Except the characters are in race cars? I don't even know, but it's not completely boring.

And it kind of makes me hungry, but whatever. Anyone who isn't a complete loser should come and challenge me! I'm tired of smoking these bots!

_{(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN. JOURNAL, IN PERSON. WHATEVER. GET YER KISSES HERE, TOO. PLANNED, UNPLANNED, IDEGAF. I JUST WANT YOUR SWEET SWEET CR!)}

[THERE'S A TROLL IN THE KITCHEN!

Pretty much. It's the spidery lass, trying to do... something. Kind of. Maybe. Well, she figures if it's such a big deal for people, she can do it too! And be awesome at it.

What's she doing, you may ask? Well, she's decorating cookies. Frosting them, if you will. Yes, there are about four dozen cookies (because she likes thinks in eights ok) on the kitchen counter, being splattered with light blue frosting and... chocolate chips?

Whatever. They look like this.

Admittedly, Vriska isn't the best at this, but she's trying. And that's all that matters.]

Wow, fuck the ghosts! I can't see why people don't take matters into their own hands more often! Sure was a lesson you all learned, right?

No, just kidding, though. This place is going to mess with us whether we like it or not, so it's like, why not try to ride it all out like real winners? Show your real endurance! Or, you know, cry about it all or something.

[And she's squirting dat frosting. Feel feel to bug her! She'd do it if she were in your shoes.]

( John Egbert, Jane, Adachi, Nepeta, Steph, & Ray )

( Rose Lalonde )

_{(ooc. open, via journal or in person. whatever ever!)}

( Adachi )

Ugh.

[That done, Vriska find herself in a certain place in the city, lingering atop a nearby building. Maybe she'd luck out and find an essential clue in the big bullshit mystery!

Or something. What was luck here, anyway? Better open that journal and dictate.]

[Filtered away from any of the trolls, as well as the humans who have played "the game"-- and those who would discuss this entry with said people (just to 8e on the safe side)! Also filtered away from people who would make a 8IG DEAL a8out all this and not actually get the point, like that rude culturally insensitive girl or whatever. >::::(]

You know, I've been thinking about this long and hard. I really have! But I have to ask, I just have to! So, here it goes.

Why is it so many of you care so much about death and dying, anyway?

[Yes, she knows what's coming next. Better talk fast, Serket!]

Okay, okay! I know what most of you are going to say! I know the whole "you never get to see that person again", or the whole "they don't deserve that pain", and maybe even the "no one should feel that shitty afterward" reasoning and everything in between, but...

Try to understand where I'm coming from here. Literally. I'm not actually trying to be an asshole, I promise! I'm just trying to get a hold of this seemingly universal thing most of you have going on around here.

See, I'm from this planet-- this culture-- that doesn't even blink an eye at killing others. We're a violent race. Everything on our planet thrives on violence, even the creatures-- especially the creatures! It's either killed or be killed! And if you don't develop the stomach or the strength to do it, then... Ugh! I'm going off on a tangent here.

It's... just this eventuality that I've come to accept, personally. I know that a lot of you know that it is, too, but... how is it that the act of a person dying isn't something you just accept over time? Why the attachment and the sentiment over something that's so, I don't know, finite?

[There's a huff. She wants it to sound like she's just tired from even boggling about it, but. Well, she's starting to understand. After all, John! Fucking Aradia. And that Tavros... and her own potentially probable death.]

I mean, I don't expect anything from anyone if I were to ever die. That's just how it is! I definitely plan on going out in a blaze of glory, but--

[No, better not talk about that any more.]

I don't know, I was just curious! [Here's a forced laugh.] I bet you all think I'm some kind of crazy monster! Guess that's the downside of being a weird alien from some other planet, huh?

El-oh-el!

[Whatever. Who cares what people think about her. It's not like she has very many friend here to begin with. Except for maybe Adachi, and...

Oh. Right.]

( John Egbert )

_{(ooc. OPEN TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE, YEYEYE! Mainly through the journal, but! If you want to see her in person, she's just sitting around on a building by where Adachi was killed or whatever. Poke the troll; she needs some fresh CR, please. Or something. It's cool either way.)}

( Trolls, sans Mindfang )

( Mindfang )

Bluh!

[And if anyone care to look, a certain orange-clad troll with blue wings is finding herself amongst the tallest spires of the castle, seeing fit to perch on some of the tallest points, looking down at the scenery below.]

God! How can anyone stay here for a half a sweep-- like me-- let alone two whole ones?

[She debates whipping her journal to the ground, but refrains, for now.]

I guess it's only the strong who survive, right?

<sub>(ooc. open however you'd like!

TROLLS: feel free to threadjack all the troll filters if you want rofl)</sub>