And because I don't have ENOUGH to do at this time of year...
Alrighty then, here's a fun little thing I've been working on, and I need your help. I'm editing together a video (and I'm very new to editing, so I haven't a clue what I'm doing) of many people singing what is basically the 12 Days of Christmas, but with a difference.
If you want to be a part of this, all you have to do is send an email to skulteams@hotmail.com, giving me permission to use your video in making MY video. We, in turn, will get back to you with the lines I need you to sing. You then go off, sing these lines into your phone or camera or whatever — it can be you, it can be you and a friend, you and your family, or a group, or a pet, or a puppet, or your favourite kettle — and send these (SHORT!) videos back to the skulteams address so you can be edited in.
(Oh, and one minor details, for those of you under the age of 18... GET YOUR PARENTS' OR GUARDIANS' PERMISSION!)
If you could keep the lines you sing to yourself— i.e. don't tweet them! — that would be very helpful! The lines will be given out tomorrow, the final deadline is Monday night, with the full video to be released on Christmas day, right here on my blog.
Provided I learn how to edit by then.
NO MORE APPLICANTS! ALL SPACES FILLED! GOOD GOD THERE ARE OVER 100 OF YOU!
THOSE WHO GOT THEIR APPLICATIONS IN HAVE UNTIL 7 PM (IRISH TIME) ON MONDAY TO GET THEIR VIDEOS IN!
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*Adra runs back in, her feet cold*She runs to find a blanket, going through, room by room, for one*
Yeah dont forget well it is late and all
*still dances with Ravel*
Greetings, Mr. Duck. Good night, and sleep well, Ms. Ophelia.
*Accidentally stumbles into Sir's solitude-room*
*Pauses*
Oh, I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't realize you were in here, else I wouldn't have disturbed you.
*Apologizes profusely until she closes the door*
*Opens the next room, and sees a rather impressive piano*
*She smiles and runs right for it, sitting, and getting straight to a melody she composed earlier*
(( "God is a vampire" - the yogscast XD ))
I tried to change my profile picture to a duck in a tux BUT MY PHONE IS STUPID.
Good evening, Sir, Zaf, Adra and Snow.
(Will probably be leaving quite soon)
(Okay Duck!)
((kay duck. are you aware that god is a vampire?))
*blinks*
*shakes his head, distantly*
...
*cocks his head, as he hears the very faint sound of a melody coming in from the next room*
God a vampire?
Why yes, it's pretty obvious...
*She lets her fingers dance over the keys, the melody rolling like a waterfall of plain sound, and flowing*
*She smiles with her song*
(( yup. very. ))
*snow sits cross legged on the ground and starts fiddling with a small gun*
*She kicks her shoes off, the heels interrupting her pedal-playing* *mutters under her breath, but doesn't break a stride as she transitions into a second composed piece of hers*
g2g, byeeee *hugs all*
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT(/MORNING/MID-AFTERNOON)
Good night, Ms. Stormberg. Sleep well.
*lets his head drop*
*She eventually stops, a faint smile*
*She spots a violin*
Oh hell this will look awesome.
*She steps out on the other balcony, noticing how it connects a few rooms*
*She sits on the railing, the moonlight showing her the strings, although she could be in the dark if she needed*
*Plays a winter-y, sweet melody*
(Bye Snow!)
*smiles*
*She gets up, and walks around on the less-snowy porch, barefoot, as she plays* *Hums with the tune, feeling a bit like a dancer*
(Sir, are you leaving?)
Not now, Ms. Dark.
(Ah..)
*She whisks back inside, thoroughly cold, and sets the violin away, her mood considerably lightened*
*She walks back the ballroom barefoot*
*Priya silently opens a door*
*Sees Sir*
*Grins rather mischievously*
*Runs over and sets a snowman on the brim if his hat*
*Dashes out, closing the door without a sound*
...
*remains perfectly still, as to not disturb the snow man*
*frowns*
*Priya catches up to Adra, in a red floor length dress herself, her hair pinned back*
*Priya pulls on Adra's arm and together, the waltz rather fabulously*
Hello-- Ember has informed me that she can't do the first TSE dimension after all. Would anyone else like to volunteer?
#ChaseForBook9
Sadly, Ms. Fabienne, I am hardly a writer, so I cannot.
(Errrrrrrrrrrrr I could try? But I have so much to do. I'll do it if no one else would like to. But if they do, they may go ahead before me)
*The song changes, and the two switch to a quicker step, going around faster* *They laugh at each other*
((I guess I'll do it then... I know a lot of people have been anxious to write...))
#ChaseForBook9
(Okay..:/)
*After a few minutes of dancing, Adra goes back to her seat, and sits with her wine glass again* *Sighs in content*
*Priya gets up*
*Frowns* Where are you going?
*Priya shakes her head, and heads for Sir's fortress of solitude*
(Never was invitedi
*Priya stops outside the door, and carefully walks in, thinking that he's asleep*
*She gently shakes his shoulder to wake him up*
...
*as she shakes his shoulder, the snow on his hat comes cascading down*
... Yes, Ms. Priya?
*Priya tries desperately to catch it before it hits anything*
*Glares at the snow, tossing it aside somewhere*
*She sits on the floor in front of Sir*
*She signs* "Why are you alone?"
Because there is no one here, Ms. Priya.
*She pokes his foot* "But were you not the one who walked off?"
Indeed.
*She stops signing for a moment*
"Do you wish to be left alone?"
*sits with Ravel unsure*
Ms. Priya, that is entirely up to you.
*She thinks for a moment, she leans her shoulder against the chair* "I'll stay here."
*Adra finishes her glass, bummed she couldn't have a good dance*
*shrugs*
Then I am not alone, you have no reason to wonder about me, and you can leave.
*smiles thinly*
Logic. Harrumph.
((I didn't exactly "invite" anyone, Zaf. The people who are in it saw the blog and expressed their interest.))
[Fabi walks in, looking nervous]
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*Priya pulls out of her bag, a little bound book, which in itself, looks frail and old, smelling of mold and must*
*She carefully goes through the pages, reading*
*mould
*Priya looks at him, shakes her head*
*Adra waves to Fabi*
(Whatever. Its another thing that people hate my writing so dont need me.)
*Adra instantly falls in love with Fabi's dress*
*raises his eyebrows, and looks at the door, which is open a crack*
Ravel: Zaf look its snowing
*smiles* That it is!
*She glances at Sir, then the door, then feels bad*
*She sighs, getting up and gathering her things*
((If you want to join, you can ask instead of bitterly going on about how "oh everyone hates me." The former communicates that you are interested in joining, the latter communicates that you dislike/distrust me/us and probably wouldn't want to join anyway.
I'm not going to pester and beg you to join. You haven't given me reason to.
If you want to just ask instead of making a big fuss, though, I won't say no.))
[Waves back to Adra]
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[Smiles uncertainly]
[Thinks Adra's dress is really pretty, too. Especially the gold trim]
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*Adra jumps up and goes to Fabi, taking her hands and spinning her in a circle*
Fabi! You look beautiful!
...
*sighs*
Ms. Priya, I hardly meant it like that. You may stay if you wish, it's just... If you do, could you shut the door?
(*shrugs* I may or may not. We'll sre when I'm in a better mood)
*Priya looks startled, then carefully goes and closes the door*
*She goes back to her seat, and tucks her old book away, switching it to a deck of cards, spreading them out in front of her, in solitaire*
Thanks. So do you. :-)
It's pretty quiet... Do you want me to call Effie or someone?
((Very well.))
#ChaseForBook9
((Fondest greetings to you all. I shall be typing on behalf of three characters tonight, so I would ask all of you to allow me a moment to display our respective items of dress.))
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*sighs, as the music is cut off*
Thank you, Ms. Priya.
((This is what John has chosen to wear for the remainder of the party.))
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*peers in momentarily* I do not wish to interrupt but I think the playing of roles that all of you are doing is awesome and I would like to wish you a Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays, whichever you'd prefer :)
(Hello Ari/et al. How are you? *hugs*)
And, that's quite alright... *She sits back at her seat with her wine* We can hold a party.
-
*Priya looks up, smiles, goes back to her board game*
((Hello and okay, three characters.))
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((This dress,
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*Jumps up* HELLBOY! *tacklehugs*
I am now BAAAAACK!!!
I just realised that I WAS late with my song/video thing...
I sent it at 10:00am and by my prescise calculations that would be 9:00pm in Ireland.
And on Twitter Derek said that they have to be in by 7:00pm.
I'm sorry for you all, you won't be able to hear my beautiful singing...
:'(
((A Merry/Happy Christmas/Holidays to you as well!))
((You're welcome to join.))
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(We are sorry, too. *bows head solemnly*)
Along with this cloak, is Aretha's.))
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I covet that cloak
((And I shall be in black, as I was for the previous ball.))
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OMG!!!!! *tacklehugs Nic* I got you a Christmas present
Oh mynephew was on Facetime he says hi he heard of you
*grins greatly* *returns the tackling of hugs with some of his own* Glad to see you, m'lady :)
Hello everyone and everyone else- I'm aware that there are some folk that are being controlled by others (if that makes sense)
So is there a list of who is present?
(Awh, those are adorable!)
(Well, HELLO.. My name is Adra. I also have Priya at my beck and call.)
*Bows* You as well!
Greetings, Mr. Reynolds, Duck, and Ms. Tesla.
(Of my characters: Zaf Ravel Alexis Jekyll and Emma Carrew)
*the three of us simultaneously enter the ballroom*
Greetings, Mr. Reynolds.
Might I ask what or how your nephew has heard of me, Zafira?
#ChaseForBook9
((I'm here! I'm just Fabi at the moment, though I've been finding outfits for my other characters, so at least one will probably make an appearance.))
#ChaseForBook9
*Spots others and runs, individually giving a hug to each before going back to HB*
(looking for a duck in a tux..)
Sir Reingington, a pleasure to meet you, as well as those who I haven't met yet. Good afternoon to Ms Priya, Duck, Fabi, oh god there are a lot more people than i thought there were, Zaf, Nic, uh- am I missing people?
Well I told him over the summer actually we were swimming and I told him about all of you but he took interest in you, Nic. He thought your magic is cool and all I mean he's 7 so don't be hard on him for liking it.
*sees John and my face erupts into a smile*
((I am Niccolò Croatoan, and although the other two have as much free will as I, I am typing on behalf of Aretha Tesla and John Smith as well.))
#ChaseForBook9
Well, greetings to Ravel, Alexis, Jekyll and Emma Carrew, then :) As well as- i'm reading up here, was there a John around?
There's a lot.
*grins* Yes Johm Smith.
Alexis: *snickers*
*produces a Butterbeer hipflask and adds the contents to a champagne flute in his hand before quietly offering the flask to the nearest person*
Good afternoon Aretha Tesla and John Smith as well, then.
*Has her own glass of wine*
*Nods*
*Searches the crowd for prey again*
((Am I guessing correctly that the use of two parenthesis at either end of a sentence is to signify that the sentence is /not/ spoken within the roleplay? Cos then i'll try and use it properly instead of screwing things up for you guys :L ))
Alexis: Butterbeer? I never had it before
AHA! I GOT IT! --->
Now I'm all ready for the ball.
(Correct Hellboy! )
John: *glances about until he spots Zafira and freezes, his gaze transfixed on her as though there was nothing else in the world worth looking at*
Aretha: *casts a sidelong glance at John and smiles, laughing lightly*
*offers Aretha a hand and pulls her away where the two begin to dance, beginning with basic steps and quickly advancing to more complex ones*
#ChaseForBook9
It's fine, yeah, the parentheses do, but you don't have to use them
*Looks at Duck*
*begins to laugh*
*Sees Aretha and Niccolo and falls of her chair, losing her breath*
*smiles and goes up to him* Hey John.
*looks sheepish* It's not exactly fit to be inside a hip flask- not strong liquor or anything, you see. But it adds a nice taste to just about anything. Can't add it to water though- diluted Butterbeer tastes foul, in my opinion.
Would you like some, Alexis?
*Priya looks at her game, then quickly jumbled the cards up, frustrated*
((Yeah, but don't worry about it. I think most of the ongoing plots are paused, anyway.))
((Dad is hanging Christmas lights on every visible surface. [facepalms])
#ChaseForBook9
*realizes Alexis is dancing and long gone while I've been rambling* Gah. Oh well. More Butterbeer for me.
...
Having some trouble, Ms. Priya?
*Claps for Fabi's dad*
*Hyperventilates*
*carefully manipulates the air around Aretha's cloak to keep it out of the way of their dancing, while still allowing it to flow out naturally*
#ChaseForBook9
(Brilliant, i'll use these as best i can, then)
*Priya nods, glaring at the cards**Signs* "They're difficult. And stupid. Stupid cards."
Alexis: I could use some. (Just Zaffy is actually talking. Alexis is 15 and Zafira's daughter
*She falls flat on the floor, about to pass out from Nic and Aretha*
...
Quite.
*passes the hip flask along* Go easy, it's all I've got for now.
Alexis: I will. *takes a sip* oooh!!
*Priya sighs, and pulls out her notebook with a bag of drawing devices, and begins to sketch*
*starts doing the chichen dance_*
John: Aaaaauuuummmm.... H-hell- hello, Zafira. Sorry, I just- you- .... *breathes out* My God, you're beautiful.
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*remains quiet*
*can't actually stop smiling* Thank you. So are you. I'm glad that you were able to make it.
(Duck you're making my cry from laughter OMG)
*Adra looks around for a dance partner*
*Pauses*
*Ambles up to Hellboy*
hey
Hellboy
hey
you any good at dancing?
*Priya finishes soon enough, revealing a sketch of the Sistine Chapel*
*Nods*
John: Heh. Um. I- I should- *clears throat* *offers her a hand* Would you... Like to dance?
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... Lovely, Ms. Priya.
*takes his hand* of course! And don't be nervous, I don't bite.
*Priya frowns, then shakes her head, tearing it from her notebook and tossing it aside*
*She works on a flower with a bee*
*sighs*
*was in the middle of draining the contents of the hip flask* *splutters and coughs* Dancing? Uh. Last time I tried they had to evacuate everyone.
But hey, I'll give it another go. *offers hand*
*Priya over-dramatically sighs back, mimicking him*
Evacuate? Oh dear. Well let's hope that it doesn't come to that. *She takes his hand and walks for the floor*
[Has a sudden urge to do cartwheels]
[Wishes I was wearing something more appropriate for doing cartwheels]
[Realizes that if I were, I probably wouldn't have the urge to do them]
[Facepalms]
#ChaseForBook9
One two three, one two three...four... dammit, am I meant to count to four? *Somehow manages to waltz appropriately*
*Laughs, easily waltzing as well* I don't believe so. A waltz is a 3/4 tempo..
John: *shakes head* Oh no, you're lovely, I just... Well, I'm never quite prepared to see you, anyway, am I? *leads her onto the floor* I'm afraid without the help of other names I'm not quite as good a dancer as Nic over there, but I promise if nothing else I will not step on your feet.
#ChaseForBook9
(FABRU)
*smirks* Well Nic tends to be a show-off. I'm not the best either so this shall be fun, eh? As for unprepared, yes you tend to be but that makes me smile.
*Overhears John's promise* Adra, I promise that I will step on your feet. Just watch- hang on, wait-
Sorry. *watches his own feet more carefully*
*She sighs* I suppose I'm used to it. *Half smiles* Back where I grew up, I was the best dancer of the village. I helped teach the others.
(._. suddenly, everything went quiet.)
Hrm.
*shifts his gaze to the far wall*
*finally stops doing the chicken dance*
*starts doing the sprinkler, followed by Gangnam Style, then the Macareena*
Alexis: *drags Sharky to the dance floor* Sharky. Dance.
John: *grins* Anything to make you smile. It's a public service, you know. You light up the whole world.
Aretha: *laughs* You hear that? Zaf and John think you're a show off.
What do you propose that I do?
Aretha: *shrugs* Prove them right? That'd be the most fun.
*smiles warmly* As you wish. *deepens each step, making the dance more fluid and smooth, and lifts them both ever so slightly with air so they literally glide across the floor*
#ChaseForBook9
*Priya tears that drawing out as well, tossing it away* *Angrily puts her things away and huffs*
Nikolai Tesla jesus
*-i
God
Mannnnnn
I can't breathe irl stop no don't stop ahhhhhh)
Ahhhhhhh. That does explain why you're a helluva lot better at this than I am *smiles*
*the song ends* I'm just going to wearily retire to whichever corner of this room has the most food. Oh hey, they've got lamingtons...
*shoots Nic the evil eye* I believe we light each other's worlds. Maybe we ought to prove we can dance. I'll help...growing up in the 1800's I attended many dances.
*frowns deeply at young Ms. Alexis, and tears himself free of her grip*
Young Ms. Alexis. I do. Not. Dance.
*walks back to the room, still frowning*
*firmly shuts the door behind him*
I wonder what it's like to live with a mind controlled by a stomach.
Hm.
Well, at least we didn't have to be evacuated.
*nods*
*Looks for someone else to dance with*
LAMINGTONS!!!
YISSS!!!
*stops dancing and goes to eat most of the lamingtons.
*Priya looks at Sir, breaking a smile*
[Watches you all and grins]
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Alexis: Oh Sharky come off it! If John and my mom can dance and not kill themseleves you can suck it up and dance
*ignores the young Ms. Alexis's pleas through the door*
Harrumph.
*Someone taps Fabi's shoulder*
*It is, for some odd reason, Lysander*
*Priya covers her mouth, laughing silently to herself*
Alexis: I guess Sharky is...unsocial! Hmm I'm going to see f John can damce
;_; *eyes moist up as he brings a lamington to his mouth* I'm not controlled by my stomach, but...lamingtons, Adra, lamingtons! Try one, you'll understand.
[Turns]
Hi?
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*Adra sits up on a table, curling her toes, and wiggling them out* *Resents taking her shoes off by the piano* *Magically, her glass refills, and she watches, and waits for an opportunity*
*sighs*
Well. I do believe I have had my fill of this ball....
*Lysander bows to her, his voice one of an older, richer, London descent* Madame, I saw you standing on your lonesome and would like to know if you'd care to dance with me?
-
*Adra glances at HB* I know- it's a kind of a cake. I've had them before.
*Priya looks saddened* *She signs* "Are you departing?"
*nods*
Before the young Ms. Alexis finds some way to physically force me to dance.
*Priya nods, and pushes herself to her feet, running and jump-hugging Sir*
Aexis: Don't go I swear I'll leave you be.
._. 'k. I'll stop eating them.
*tips his hat to Sir Reingington* Have a Merry Christmas, Sir.
*since the song has ended, plays a rumba*
Aretha: Really? You know I haven't practiced my rumba walks in ages....
Nonsense. They're nothing short of perfection.
Aretha: Eh... *considers, then casts off her cloak, leaving it on a nearby chair so she can highlight her leg lines*
*leads her into the dance, starting simple again and quickly escalating*
John: I'm certain you have. *leads her into a rumba, sticking mostly to the basic step with a few twirls and other embellishments* What was your childhood like?
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*Adra eagerly watches, grinning*
(Weird note, I have my iPod on and my friend heard Night Surgeon and we agree that it remind us of Nic. The conflict between he isn't wanting to hurt people but the names make him, Nathan must be a Repo Man in order to protect Shiloh from the truth)
Quite, Mr. Reynolds. I wish you the same.
*gently pries Ms. Priya off of him*
*quickly opens and departs through a gateway*
*it dissipates behind him*
(Okay in my mind's eye, Niccolò and Ari doing the rumba is making me laugh maybe I just have issues with the rumba but OMG)
Well, I can try...
[Does not really want to say I can't dance when I've had years of ballet, which has to be good for something, right.]
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*Priya sighs, and curses herself* *She thinks* Damn. How is it that I freak everyone I meet out?
*Lysander listens to the music* Ah yes... Well then- let us hope you are skilled in copying, and simply follow my lead.
*dances with him, easily* Childhood...weird. I'm from Dublin actually. We lived in Dublin until my father transferred to the American Sanctuary. But once I came over to the States I got to have a childhood. I learned the usual skills a lady in the 1800's learned. I actually wnjoyed myself without the threat Mevolent would kill me. Of cours the war was happening...but we were no longer in the heat of it. I had siblings too. Keyword had *bites lip*
((Nathan also poisons and imprisons his own daughter as a result of his self-centered delusions. That said, I cannot claim any sort of superiority. Still, if I am ever found to poison my own child, assuming such a creature ever exists, I would hope to be killed or otherwise forcibly prevented from continuing.))
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(Hey, so for the most of you it isn't actually christmas eve but for me it is and we have relatives in like an hour so i have to go help prepare ._. I'll be off now )
*pulls out his pocketwatch and clicks the release catch* Good God, I'm late! *downs the champagne flute in his hand, snatches back the hip flask from Alexis, and dodges his way past dancers to reach the doors*
HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS! Good day to all of you.
*Waves to Hellboy* Goodbye!
*She goes back to quietly watching*
Alright...
[Does the best she can]
((Wbd, sorry!))
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((Goodbye, Hellboy. Merry Christmas!))
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*salutes on his way out of the door* Cya!
~Aight, goodbye you lot. Stay shiny.~
(Alright, Fabi)
(Goodbye Hellboy)
*Lysander moves easily with the music, doing his best to keep it simple, doing a majority of the guiding*
*Adra wonders how the hell Lysander got here*
((Adra, I'm writing the dimension for TSE. Is it alright if I specify some things about that dimension's version of Adra?))
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((Aretha claims that she had some difficulty initially imagining me dancing the rumba, or any Latin dance at all, however she rather quickly grew accustomed to the idea. Although she still professes to be unable to imagine me dancing a jive, and I shall have to support her in that. Aretha, meanwhile, is quite proficient at Latin dances, and rumba is currently her strongest. High arches and hyperextended legs are two of her greatest advantages; that as well as her ballet training allow her rather magnificent leg lines, which are for the most part completely hidden in smooth dances.))
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((Farewell, Mr. Reynolds.))
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(It was in that song. But Nic...you'd be a great dad! I'd love mini Niccolò's eunning around calling you dad
(Er, of course, Fabi!)
Jive
JIVE
I would pay to see that, suffice to say.
I still prefer traditional baroque dances, however, I've always wanted to Paso Doble..
But a salsa is a favorite of mine.
((Aretha wishes for me to inform you that she is "really not that great at rumba, I promise, I'm just sort of good sometimes." I, however, disagree, as does her ballroom instructor.))
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[Strolls in]
Hello, everyone. I apologize for my tardiness.
((As you may or may not be aware, I am still trapped in a virtual world, at the mercy of the upset spirit of Ms. Judith. That roleplay is postponed for the duration of the festivities.))
(I feel so bad for John...he must be petrified
*While everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, Adra sits quietly, and pulls out a sketchpad, drawing her friends, bringing her knees up to her, and curling her toes*
((Oh, bother. I shall dedicate this page to Emerald, as well as Maralie and Harry, and anything else the rest of you feel ought to be in the dedication.))
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*Raises glass* Hear hear
(*raises glass then realized its when dancing*
((Oh dear, I dropped my character again. She was dancing, right. Sorry!))
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((Hear hear!))
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(Quite alright, Fabi)
John: Oh dear. Have they passed?
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Not alll of them. One still lives. The others....I managed to end her life. When I was not in tune with my name that part of me became a soldier of Mevolent. From there I killed my sister powerless to stop myself, now I am in tune with my name, and I hate violence.
*After she finishes drawing, she figures everyone'll be dancing with their respected partners for a while yet*
*She retreats to the room with the piano, to play*
[The song ends]
[Fabi curtsies politely to Lysander and rushes off for unknown reasons]
((I think I'm going to RP as Ioux for a while.))
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[Everyone appears to be busy]
Ah...
[Calmly walks over to the refreshments table and scans the selection of beverages]
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