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[personal profile] bloodymarybloodymary
Who: Ashura, Felix, Galadriel, The Fifth Doctor, and anyone else with a guilty conscience
What: Mirrors and guilt and blood
When: 8/22-8/26
Where: Castle-Wide
Rating: PG-13

Remember, you have to say it three times... )
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[personal profile] putuporshutup
Who: Whichever idiots want to go out into the woods and figure out what killed April
What: Search Party!
When: Thursday
Where: The Lobby/The Grounds/The Forest
Rating: PG-13 otherwise tag your threads

She wouldn't normally care, but with the castle shifting to resemble anything remotely like her world, Meg was on edge. When she found April - or what was left of her - decorating the castle halls, that concern switched to full blown alert mode. The demon spent the night and half the morning poking around the castle, looking for whatever had done it on her own to no avail. By noon, she had circled back around to the lobby and stood there glaring at the pile of weapons, wondering what the hell the catch was.

Finally, she cracked open her journal. By now, more people surely would have seen the carnage.

"All right," she sighed heavily. "Anyone wants to go out and find what did it, meet me in the lobby."
paradisamods: (THEIR MODLINESS)
[personal profile] paradisamods
Who: Everyone
What: Setting Change
When: Wednesday Morning
Where: Castle-Wide
Rating: PG. Otherwise, tag your threads.

Upon waking this morning, Residents will notice that Paradisa isn't quite itself. Everything will have begun to transform from flawless, timeless beauty to dingy, dated, run-down comparative squalor. It's all gone faded, brittle, dusty, and rusty. Furniture, upholstery, drapes, and decor have been replaced by unattractive mismatched veritable antiques ranging in style from Victorian to Mid-Century Modern, with no rhyme or reason to placement or styling. The castle grounds appear overgrown with dead or dying plants in place of the usual pristine landscaping, and the remnants of an old salvage yard with rusted out, broken down cars (mostly American made models from the 1950s-1980s) stacks of random mismatched parts and tires will appear out front.

Furthermore, each bedroom in the castle has transformed to resemble varying cheap, dated, themed motel rooms with garish wallpaper, clashing bedspreads, and outrageously cheesy decor. All personal items are still accessible, simply stowed away in everyone's awesome new vintage furniture.

All the rooms in the caslte will function as per usual, though they appear much worse for wear. The Lux has been transformed into a roadside diner, but the Death Match passed for a gritty enough dive to stay exactly the same. The library is especially worn down, appearing smaller, less organized, and by far less luxurious than usual. It now smells distinctly of the stacks of random, musty old books piled high on every available surface, seemingly aside from the shelves they belong on. The addition of a dusty old liquor cabinet might explain the occasional whiff of cheap bourbon.

Finally, a large trunk containing a stockpile of weapons has appeared in the lobby, neatly organized and seemingly capable of replenishing itself. Pistols, revolvers, rifles, shotguns, sawed-offs, associated ammunition and additionally: shotgun shells filled with rock salt, wrought iron rounds, silver bullets. Crucifixes, rosaries, flasks of holy water, military grade knives of all shapes and sizes, axes, machetes, flare guns, batons, flashlights, rope, bags of rock salt, lock picking kits, brass knuckles, wooden stakes, tasers, and duffle bags are also available.

Above the trunk, scrawled in messy lettering on the wall reads a message:

"You've got work to do."

Closed

Aug. 19th, 2014 10:16 pm
nothingtobelieve: (study of revenge)
[personal profile] nothingtobelieve
Who: Vicious, Gren
What: Trying to survive when it's too hot for life...
When: Backdated to the last day of the Heat Wave plot.
Where: Vicious' room.
Rating: PG-13 to start will, will adjust as needed.

Read more... )
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[personal profile] bow_of_the_galadhrim
Who: Legolas and OPEN
What: Legolas is on a loss where he gets the flu, whiny elf prince ensues
When: August 15th to the 20th
Where: His room mostly (will change if he decides to stubbornly explore after journal chats)
Rating: S for stupid elf

there's no punchline, he's just a whiny brat )
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[personal profile] paradisamods
Who: Everyone
What: Relief from the heat
When: All of August 14th and the morning of the 15th
Where: The castle pool., lobby, and surrounding environs
Rating: PG-13 for harmless fun

It's unbearably hot today, so that you might not want to even move. But there's no relief to be found in your room. No cold drinks, no cold showers, no cool breeze to take the edge off. To tempt the residents out into the open, the strums of gentle caribbean-style music that seems to come from nowhere. In the lobby, there a giant spread of food including a whole roast pig, grilled skewers, tropical fruits, rice, and even hot dogs and hamburgers for the less adventurous. The cool waters of the pool around surrounded by decorations of dried palm fronds and garlands of sweet-smelling flowers. A massive tiki bar near the back of the pool area is serving anything and everything cold. Cold punch spews from the model of a volcano, pitchers of tea filled with fruit brim with ice, and there's even a dispenser for plain old ice cold water. The tar itself has a line of blenders filled with frothy mixed drinks of every flavor. There's no bartender, but as soon as any of them are emptied, it will immediately re-fill.

Meanwhile, outside, the clouds roll in, adding humidity to the already oppressive heat, the distant rumble of thunder heard in the sky. But when it's finally dark, this all changes. The clouds seems to open up all at once with a flash of lightning, and the cooling water comes down in a torrent all night long and into the morning.

[Open Log]

Aug. 11th, 2014 04:44 pm
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[personal profile] deductiongeek
Who: Conan and Anyone
Where: The Clinic
What: Waking up for the first time in a week, after a canon update
When: Now

Conan awakes suddenly, with no transition between his slumber and being wide awake.  He jerks himself up to a sitting position, only to let out a surprised cry of pain as the movement jars his left arm.  Conan looks over to see the clumsy bandage still wrapped around his upper arm. He winces and gingerly tests his range of motion, before making a careful attempt at sliding out of the bed.

This was Paradisa again.  The clinic was easy enough to recognize. Conan buries his disappointment at returning here, and focuses on the first step.  He could see his journal on the nearby table.  If he could just reach it he had a chance of figuring out what had happened here while he had been gone.



  [OOC: Conan is going to be hanging around the clinic for a bit, whether he likes it or not.  Feel free to tag in and bother him at any time.]
yay_heiress: (I'm So Excited I Forgot To Breathe!)
[personal profile] yay_heiress
Who: London and Vanyel (and YOU!)
What: Vanyel takes London on an outing into the village.
When: Today! (Backdated to the morning.)
Where: Castle > Village
Rating: None. Very safe.

Take me on a trip I'd like to go someday )
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[personal profile] paradisamods
Who: Everyone!
What: BALLS
When: Morning of August 3rd to the Morning of August 4th
Where: The castle lobby
Rating: mostly PG-13 for silliness

Please Enjoy a free hour in the ball pit... )

[Closed]

Jul. 31st, 2014 10:09 pm
dontpatr0nizeme: (Default)
[personal profile] dontpatr0nizeme
Who: Wash and Tex
What: A talk
When: After this
Where: Washington's room
Rating: PG so far

Since Tex had called )
firethroat: (Baby dragon)
[personal profile] firethroat
Who: Firethroat and YOU
What: Kid loss
When: Morning of July 28
Where: Floor 3 and the stairs
Rating: G?

Those on floor three might hear scuffling and scratching )
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[personal profile] thebestseller
Who: Richard Castle and YOU
What: Castle is playing in the lobby like the most mature adult. Why not join him?
When: July 27th
Where: The lobby
Rating: G

There was a rescue mission going on in the lobby- at least, that was what Castle had fancied was going on. Read more... )
forsometimenow: (wraith - shocked)
[personal profile] forsometimenow
Who: Jennifer Keller and you!
What: While out walking her dog, Jennifer is suddenly struck with a terrible temporary loss- she is now a Wraith, and has to try and sneak back to the castle before she spooks anybody. OOC information may be found here.
When: July 25th, evening
Where: The castle grounds or anywhere else in the castle (please specify)
Rating: PG

It had been such a boring day... )
firethroat: (From above)
[personal profile] firethroat
Who: Firethroat and YOU
What: Newbie plot
When: July 17-20
Where: The castle grounds
Rating: D for dragon (so probably G)

But home is long gone )
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[personal profile] ensorceler
who; Anne Boleyn and YOU!
what; Any time during the newbie plot.
where; Everywhere! Anywhere. Maybe not your bedroom closet.
when; July 16-20
rating; PG for now.
{ and you whisper with me for gods instead to pray )
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[personal profile] theflyingone
Who: Altaïr ibn La-Ahad & Pitch Black
What: a meeting and a demonstration, as planned here
When: mar 25 (backdated to hell and back)
Where: outside the castle entrance
Rating: at least PG

and we would have no hold over them. )
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[personal profile] deductiongeek
Who: Conan and Galadriel
What: Conan has been doing his best to avoid Galadriel ever since his deaging loss. He's certain that she has some questions that he does not want to answer. But avoidance doesn't work forever.
Where: Kitchen
When: Now

Conan had been keeping a low profile recently. Ever since his experience with the castle's deaging loss he had been taking care to stay out of view. He couldn't remember it completely, but he remembered enough to be certain that he would be in for some difficult questions if he ran into the wrong person/

Avoidance was probably a bad plan, but at this point it was the only one he had. 

He'd come to the kitchen in the evening in hopes of arriving at a time when it was mostly empty. And at first glance it appeared he'd succeeded. He grabs one of the kitchen chairs and starts pushing it over towards the refrigerator.
forsometimenow: (done with your shit)
[personal profile] forsometimenow
Who: Jennifer Keller and maybe you?
What: Jennifer is exercising, navelgazing and sulking.
When: July 13th
Where: The exercise room
Rating: PG for now

But I can change )
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[personal profile] toobravehearted
Who: Fifth Doctor and YOU.
What: Snoozing. Yep.
When: July 11th
Where: Lobby
Rating: S for sleepy-by-bye, which should definitely be taken advantage of.

In the real world as in dreams, nothing is quite what it seems. )

Open Log

Jul. 10th, 2014 05:38 pm
deductiongeek: (looking out from car)
[personal profile] deductiongeek
Who: Conan and anyone who would have reason to go looking for him
Where: His room, #308
What: An attempt to destroy his journal. For science.
When: Now.

It was time.

Ever since Jennifer's comment to his own younger self, Conan had been thinking about this. For the last few weeks he had been carefully weighing the risks and benefits. There was a possibility that there could be consequences from the castle for deliberately choosing to destroy a journal. There was a possibility that doing this would permanently destroy his own journal, and the useful communication (and eavesdropping).

But the chance at discovering even the smallest hint of how the journal network functioned was too interesting to resist.

Conan carefully checks to make sure his door is closed, then moves to his desk and lays out his journal and some tools. A few scalpels of different sizes, a bright light, and a magnifying glass. He adjusts the light until it shines directly on the journal.

And then he carefully begins to cut the endpapers away from the spine.