♔ Rivelata (original) (raw)

21 October 2010 @ 08:18 pm

Uh. Maybe kind of a weird question. Would anyone be willing to teach me cook? Just some, nothing gourmet or anything. [He tries not to look too embarrassed to be asking this. :| He has his reasons!]

18 October 2010 @ 11:52 pm

[There's a lot of wind going on, and the occasional splash of saltwater. She's out flying over the ocean so that's normal. And then there's the sound of gurggling water for several minutes.]

I wonder if this is magic, or a shifting in the ocean floor blocking regular currents. Iggy? Is there a way to create a small scale explosion underwater?

12 October 2010 @ 01:59 am

I can't stop making it snow around me.

I think I am broken.

10 October 2010 @ 08:33 am

Hey, uh...Bridget?

I was just wondering - do you think we could use some sort of piano player at the bar?

10 October 2010 @ 02:28 am

ALRIGHT, I GUESS THE BEST WAY TO GO ABOUT DEALING WITH THIS MOBIUS DOUBLE CLUSTERFUCK OF A SITUATION IS FOR ME TO LIST THE FACTS. OH BOY. AS IF THIS SHIT DIDN'T MAKE ME FEEL BAD ENOUGH, I ACTUALLY HAVE TO WRITE THIS BY HAND. WHO'S FUCKING BRIGHT IDEA WAS IT TO SEND ME SOMEWHERE WITHOUT A COMPUTER? HOW THE HELL AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO COMMUNICATE WITH ANYONE? WHATEVER. LIST:

1)I'M NOT ON ALTERNIA. THERE'S A FUCKING SURPRISE. 2)THIS IS PROBABLY SOME GOGDAMN GAME CONSTRUCT. 3)THIS FUCKING BOOK HAS TO BE SOMETHING SPECIAL, I KNOW IT, SO I'M JUST GOING TO HAVE TO KEEP WRITING I GUESS UNTIL SOMETHING HAPPENS. I'LL PROBABLY BE GIVEN SOME VAUGE FUCKIUNG CLUE PRETTY SOON. THAT SAID, 4)I'M NOT SOLVING ANYMORE STUPID RIDDLES. I WOULD RATHER SWAN DIVE INTO VAT OF ACIDIC MUSCLEBEAST SPOOGE THAN SOLVE ANOTHER RIDDLE. I WILL JUST SIT HERE AND WAIT FOR THE FUCKING RECKONING IF THAT'S THE CASE. 5)I THINK I'M THE ONLY ONE ON THIS PLANET, BECAUSE I HAVEN'T SEEN OR BEEN CONTACTED BY ANY OF THE OTHER CHUMPS, SO AT LEAST SOMETHING GOOD HAS COME FROM THIS. 6)I CAN TELL YOU NOW, IF JOHN HUMAN EGBERT TAINTBOTTOM HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS, I AM GOING TO SHOVE MY SICKLE DOWN HIS PROTEIN SHOOT AND WATCH HIM CHOKE TO DEATH ON MY HATE.

RIGHT THEN. I THINK THAT'S ALL I KNOW RIGHT NOW. SWEET MERCIFUL JEGUS, I NEED TO GET A FUCKING COMPUTER. WRITING DOWN ALL THIS SHIT SUCKS THE HUGEST BULGE POSSIBLE.

07 October 2010 @ 07:25 pm

[There is a mass of scribbling, as if the owner was just letting down emotions of panic.]

H-hello Journal. I am Sentimental Komuro Micheal Sakamoto Dada-Sensei (I hope I can somehow communicate to people I meet that my shortened name is Seccom Masada-Sensei). Where has my spaceship gone? Where has my piano gone? I am only on this island with the clothes on my frame.

I have tasted the big blue liquid. It does not taste good, I'll avoid it for now.

[The writing is almost illegible, the writer clearly was emotionally agitated.]

Where is that girl? My mind is full of questions but no one understands me. They all speak in a way I can hear them, but no one can understand me when I try to talk, and I do not speak like them. I want to go back to my spaceship. I will write more when I figure out a way to communicate with the residents here. Maybe they have seen the girl, I can ask her to take me back to my piano and bed and white walls.

[There are ink blots on the page... wait, no, they are a black fluid, the color of dried blood. Seccom's tears.]

28 September 2010 @ 10:29 am

Shit, I better open this fuckin' place before any more workers disappear. Not even gonna bother ask if anyone's seen Marcus-- that cuntsnacker's long gone. You can always tell it.

Anyway. [a clearing of his throat, and suddenly, Showman Jan is on scene!]

You poor sad fuckers that still gotta eat shit ever find your sorry asses hungry? Craving something quick and easy, that some other jerkoff slaved over instead of your lazy ass? Well have I got fucking news for you!

Junkhouse Ramen's opening again, fuck yeah! Bet you thought you'd seen the last of that shit when Lyle and Karin packed up and left, right? Well fuck you! It's back! And, uh, needs some workers. Get your asses down here for noodles or employment or whatever. We don't, y'know, bite.

27 September 2010 @ 07:31 pm

Al says he was surprised the gods here are real.

Is this common? Do you people not know your gods? If so, how do you even know they exist? How do you know what they are like or what they want? How do you please them?

27 September 2010 @ 11:02 am

[a soft sigh, followed by a sad little 'Kyuu' from Hakuryu]

Honestly...one wonders why I continue to try.

26 September 2010 @ 01:11 am

I'm starting to understand what a cat must feel like when locked in an empty room all day.

I haven't seen a certain reclusive writer for a while so I'm coming to the conclusion that he's vanished from the island one way or another. There are a number of books he left behind though, so if they were borrowed from someone I tidied up his chambers so you can get them at any time.

I think there are only three or four vampires left now. It's... difficult for me to come to terms with having so little to do.

20 September 2010 @ 03:02 am

[Yuuko can be heard laughing raucously. It's clear that she's been drinking again. Then she starts to sing.]

The night they invented champagne It's plain as it can be They thought of you and me The night they invented champagne They absolutely knew that all we'd want to do Is fly to the sky on champagne!

20 September 2010 @ 02:08 am

What if ... Rivelata is the meeting ground between all worlds?

We all come from different places, right? Some of us leave and come back later, often without memories of ever being here....

But what if we could find the connection? What if we could find a way to leave and come back whenever we want, with our memories? Come back to this place, the connector of worlds. We would never truly forget each other; we'd always be connected. Maybe then some of us wouldn't be so torn.

18 September 2010 @ 02:23 am

So, what are your religions? Do you know? I heard of some Criss guy some people celebrate during crissmass, but that is all I know.

13 September 2010 @ 10:07 pm

That storm really is quite the disturber of the peace and serene beachsides. I suppose now I'll have to pass the time some other way.

What do you believe happens after you die? Of course, some of you ended up here, so I suppose the better question would be, what do you believe happens after you die in Rivelata? It'd be rather interesting if you ended up in yet another world, don't you think? Imagine the possibilities!

However, I have a more important question. Do any of you have a way to recharge a cellphone here?

06 September 2010 @ 07:05 pm

weird dreams

what makes people dream?

03 September 2010 @ 10:09 pm

Well, that pretty much takes care of that.

Laksha? The only thing I'm waiting for is for the sun to set, have you thought over my offer?

03 September 2010 @ 04:57 pm

Does anyone know of any unoccupied

buildings areas caves valleys mountains

caves in the area? Uh, preferably easily accessible and close to the water.

Sorry, sort of a weird request.

02 September 2010 @ 10:43 pm

[There's a vague commotion in the bay. A vague commotion in the form of a very displeased, very disoriented, and very disgruntled dragon.]

[Toothless had, for the record, been minding his own business when he realized he wasn't in Berk anymore. And now he was splashing about and making a terrible racket and fighting his way to the shores of the island in a most irritated fashion. The water was too warm for home, everything smelled wrong, and most importantly he was lacking a particularly important extension of his being.]

[And that simply would not do.]

[His journal appears to be recording this anyway, though he's not even entirely aware of the thing. It's somewhere on his back, so the view is periodically obscured by water until he gets to the shore and starts to shake himself dry.]

[[ooc; By the way I suck at intro posts. Anyway, welcome Toothless! He's a relatively friendly creature, though if you don't have fish and you're not Hiccup he's gonna take a bit to warm up to you. Give him time, I promise he won't bite. =DD]]

31 August 2010 @ 01:13 pm

This is one of those journals you Off Worlders have, isn't it? Whichever god it is that hands them out seems to have good timing.

This is Captain Siri, I met a few of you when we left the island. I'm here to report that a maelstrom has opened in the mouth of the harbor. It's at least 30 feet across, and it's already taken down two fishing boats that moved too close. If any of you were interested in another try at leaving Rivelata, it looks like we missed our chance.

[muttered:] I hope this works. I feel ridiculous, writing a diary for eyes that may not even see it...

[[ooc: WELL LOOKS LIKE THE HARBOR'S BLOCKED OFF AGAIN. Giant whirlpool! Storm clouds seem to gather just above it, but don't bother the rest of the harbor. Any boat within 20 feet of it gets sucked down and presumably smashed against the bottom, but there's no way of knowing for sure what happens to them. Enjoy your strange ocean happenins, Rivelata!]]

30 August 2010 @ 03:03 pm

So, uh... I figure we're all more or less back to normal now, yeah? Right age, 'n all that?

If anyone's doesn't remember anything, or are wondering what they did, looks like I got... a bunch of notes. Chances are, you're mentioned in 'em.

And hopefully none of you ended up with a roommate you don't recognize. [siiigggh]

[old!carrie got suspicious that she wouldn't remember things when she deaged again, and recorded everything ever. 8| paranoia is a common symptom of too much time spent with Batman.]

29 August 2010 @ 10:36 pm

I suppose this is as good a way as knocking a few soldiers off their feet and banging on the gate...

White mage, kings mage, whatever you prefer to call yourself? I find a need to ask you a few questions, and I will be quite miffed at being refused.

[[ooc: Bridget's suspicious of Jan's good behavior and his sudden release from prison, so she's seeking answers directly. And now that she's back to looking like an adult again, she's feeling rather feisty.]

29 August 2010 @ 11:35 pm

Now, as much as I'm really starting to like this place, I can't help but get the feeling that it's not exactly shared. I have to admit, I'm a little tempted to call you unsatisfied folks crazy. You've got all the sun, sand, and nice breezes a guy could want!

But I'm guessing there's two sides to every story, right? Is it what you had at home that's keeping you folks from being real happy about this place? If you wanna tell me about it, I guarantee I've got an ear ready to listen.

And, hey, who knows? Maybe I can even help.

26 August 2010 @ 08:17 am

I feel so empty. I don't like this feeling.

25 August 2010 @ 05:14 pm

It seems I regained consciousness in the midst of yet another one of this island's illogical phenomena.

Thankfully it's taken until now to get the liquor stains and glass shards out of the carpet. I'm quite content to remain here, inside my home until whatever unearthly rule this place conducts itself by decides to take me back to my proper time and place.

[sigh.]

I wish I hadn't woken up.

24 August 2010 @ 11:47 am

How... delightfully amusing. I think I rather love this place! At least... I love its marketplace. There's never a dull moment, and enough playmates to keep the hands busy. And you learn so many new things!

Mother, I'm going go to go out and practice!

I loved our little date... we should do it again sometime~♥

24 August 2010 @ 12:06 am

It's about time that crap was over.

[ Mumbled, "At least I didn't have to play babysitter..."]

I need to stretch. Oi! Stitched-brat!

23 August 2010 @ 05:22 am

Say, Rivelata. That's the name of this place, isn't it? I like it. Rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? Rivelata. It sounds a little like a fresh start.

So, Rivelata, answer me this, if you'd be so kind. Where can a guy get a warm meal and a place to stay? Showed up without even a shirt on my back, don't you just hate that? Could be on top of the world one minute, but then nasty old fate comes along and slaps you back down again. Well, guess that's just how the dice rolls. Nothing to do but roll with it.

And while I'm at it, anyone know where to pick up a cowboy hat in a place like this? Seems like I lost that, too. Down to my boots and not much else, and that's just sad.

21 August 2010 @ 03:43 pm

Hey, Kanda. The pizza place on [insert address here :|b], you know it?

20 August 2010 @ 08:23 am

ATTENTION: LARVA OR WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS:

I have too many herbs and other planty things than I know what to do with. Quite a few of them have healing properties, and I know you are into that sort of thing. If you are interested, I can set aside my excess for you to pick up whenever you have the time. I can supply notes detailing their properties, as well.

18 August 2010 @ 02:00 am

[recorded]

Oh dear, it’s been so long since I’ve actually had to write for myself – ah, what’s this? It’s scribbling for me! Hello? Yes – hello! Ah, this will do.

Whoever it is that appears to have given me my well-deserved vacation – it’s rather nice of you, and about time, I might add, but I’d much prefer to take it later. It’s come at a bit of an inopportune time, you see, so I’d prefer it if you sent me back along.

And do make it quick?

- Xerxes Break

17 August 2010 @ 12:15 am

[the entry starts out with him clearing his throat]

Well, that was a breath of fresh air. Well, more like cold, stale air, but... that's besides the point. I'm glad that wore off.

[a short pause]

Anyway. All child antics aside, I've been told that there was a watchmaker named... [there's the sound of flipping pages] Sylar? I don't know how much help you'll be, but I have something that needs to be... looked at. Trust me, I'll know if it's out of your league.

Oh and hey, Carrie. Thanks for putting up with me. I owe you. Are you still...?

16 August 2010 @ 06:14 pm

This is getting seriously irritating. I can't even keep up stock at Hades without some stupid human making a joke at my expense. Why does it take getting shoved through a wall before some people allow their brain to start working?

Marcus or Iggy? You still look like an adult, right? I left the ordering schedule for the next two weeks behind the bar, it might be better if one of you does the face to face stuff until I get back to normal.

Tonight I'm going to go flying. Maybe I can confuse a dragon or something.

16 August 2010 @ 01:46 am

You know, I'm not very fond of these age-changing happenings. Someone had better set things right before I blow the island up.

And I will blow it up.

...I need some good old fashioned entertainment that doesn't come from a prepubescent boyfriend and their slightly older but still entirely too prepubescent brother.

I just learned that word today.

Prepubescent.

It is a fascinating word.

You are all prepubescent morons.

I can spell it, but I can't say it yet. How fucked is that?

Don't swear, children. It isn't healthy.

16 August 2010 @ 12:24 pm

I suppose this isn't too bad a change from home. Blue skies, sparkling seas... not something you see too often in a jam packed city. But I'm afraid the charm might wear off if there isn't a place to rest my head; I'd rather not spend the night of an unknown world sleeping in the sand. I'm sure one of you wouldn't mind offering a newcomer a place to stay for a while.

14 August 2010 @ 04:58 pm

[Toto has regressed, and going off of in-canon mutterings of him being the most bloodthirsty, violent, fight-loving Deadman in Wonderland, he's going to be more violent and childish, less smooth. Abrasive, you might say.

Arranged on the page is a picture painted in red, a sun made from fingernails glued to the page in a circle, stick figure people that look like they've been drawn with the sharper end of a bone. The picture looks vaguely like a market full of people all dancing and smiling and pulling each other's limbs off. The words on the bottom are written in childish cursive.]

T o DAy I hAd f uN!

13 August 2010 @ 09:56 pm

I’m looking for a man by the name of Neil Dylandy, alias Lockon Stratos. If anyone has been in contact with him recently, I would appreciate any information about his current condition and whereabouts.

On that note, my name is Tieria Erde. It seems that a great deal of time has passed since I last communicated with this journal. If any of my past acquaintances are still here, I’d

most likely

like to speak with you.

13 August 2010 @ 12:34 pm

[_Dorian's handwriting is both eager and messy, with its own degree of aesthetics -- similar to calligraphy but in a way that is less practised. There are many ellipses as he begins to think of what to write._]

What is this strange and marvelous place?

It is not the first time I have been in a land so rich with culture, but there is something unusual and different about this place that is unlike any other I have ever learnt about or even seen.

I intend to indulge myself in all of it. It is an opportunity for pleasure, after all, and Harry would certainly tell me not to let it go to waste.

So I ask you: where shall I begin to entertain myself in this mysterious place?

12 August 2010 @ 04:43 pm

[He's been watching the journal, and just getting... more and more irritated at everyone. :|]

Here, let me save your lot some confusion.

This island is Rivelata. You've been brought here, as all our visitors are, by mysterious forces. No, you won't be going home any time soon. We're just as sorry as you are. Additionally, it's very likely you've been here before. If you're confused, it would seem that you've been... exchanged for a version of yourself somewhere else along your own timeline. It's not a perfect explanation, I suppose, but it's all anyone I've seen so far can manage.

Try not to blow anything up, won't you?

11 August 2010 @ 10:37 pm

Even though I knew it would probably happen, why did it have to be younger? How embarrassing. But at least it seems that I've kept my memories fairly well intact for now.

Hotsuma-san? Do you mind if I put a step-stool in the kitchen until this wears off? I forgot how short I was back then.

11 August 2010 @ 02:46 am

Brother...?

Brother, where are you?

10 August 2010 @ 03:54 pm

[Have a 12-year-old version of Jack. Ignore the fact that I didn't grab any kid!Jack icons, so we'll just pretend for now. I will fix that... soon. xD His voice sounds worried and a bit frightened.]

Gray! Gray!

Has anyone seen my brother Gray?

GRAY!

09 August 2010 @ 10:02 pm

What is happening? What is this place? I swear, whoever it is that has taken me, you will be made to pay!

Father, Captain Basch, Vossler, if you can read this, I need your help! Please!

09 August 2010 @ 09:54 pm

[Recorded hard breathing. The pages stained and smeared with dirt and some blood. His voice sounds tired and raw with anger.]

What is... the meaning of this bullshit.

09 August 2010 @ 09:40 pm

[ Quiet, recorded voice of a young girl. Let's pretend icons reflect that. ]

This... isn't my room.

Where am I?

09 August 2010 @ 03:24 pm

Rivelata, I can't believe it. I had almost forgotten all about this place. It's been years...

[He pauses a few moments before continuing.]

Hello everyone, I'm Gabriel.

Depending on how long I've been gone, there may be some of you who remember me as Sylar. For those of you who do, I'm sorry for all that I did to you here. I don't expect you to forgive me, I know I don't deserve it.

There's no possible way I can ever make up for what I did to all of you, but if you ever need assistance with anything, please don't hesitate to ask.

09 August 2010 @ 01:32 am

[there's a quiet flipping of pages for a good long while before the journal picks up any other sound. it's a soft hum when it finally comes, thoughtful and low. definitely not the voice of a gender-ambiguous little 13-year-old kid anymore.]

It looks like no time passed here. Is that right? God, it's but been forever.

I think I actually missed this place.

...Hiccup, Chibiusa. You guys still here? Kanda, Ashelia? [pause] Steve?

09 August 2010 @ 01:11 am

I had you, then I lost you, I never get to keep you.
I guess you never were one to be kept.

...Larsa, darling. There's some clothing here that might fit you. It'd be a terrible waste to have them sit about.

08 August 2010 @ 11:17 am

Of all of the childish-
Impertinent things!

Do these gods show no discretion? Honestly! Who decided these immature excuses for adult children were to be gifted with magic is beyond me...

[Laksha's busily fishing large plushes out of her study by the armful.]

Although. Well.
They are very soft.

07 August 2010 @ 06:20 pm

Is there a Mayor of this city? I'd like to speak to him, please!

07 August 2010 @ 07:06 pm

[Recorded tink tink tink of a fingernail on glass and a soft, almost inaudible sigh.]

It's not funny... what's all this stuff?

[Followed by the sound of wood protesting against the floor as Yuu gasps and gets up from his chair.]

...

Who are you?

[ooc: Yuu found an hourglass, exorcist uniform and innocence in his room. His room's floor is nearly covered in lotuses. He also may be talking to himself?]