The hall decorating looks cool. The seniors did Pixar and it looks bloody awesome. My class comes in second with Dr Suess and the freshies did Frozen the sophomores did Lion King. Looks nice to be honest. -Zaf
*steps out of the room, teacher following, when she spots Claire* oh my god! *is at her side in the blink of an eye, tilting Claire' shead back slightly to get a better look* *growls* that bitch!
Um. *turns around, shivering at the sudden cold* *a violin is screeching mournfully and wolves stare with large, heartbroken eyes* How did all of this, *gestures to the wolves and violins*, just suddenly appear?
*disappears into the Hotel* *loud crashing can be heard* *comes out a few moments later with a painted wooden tray loaded with glasses, a pitcher of iced tea, lemon slices, cubes of sugar, little paper parasols, and lemon-scented napkins*
For you, Sohpia m'dear! Here at the Midnight, we aim to please.
*ties the balloon to the highest gibbet on the Midnight Hotel* *has a moment of self-doubt* *checks the dictionary to ensure that gibbet is the correct world* *it is* *nods in satisfaction*
Well, if you don't want to come into my Hotel, surely you've got some sort of magic to warm you up? I, sadly, am not so lucky. *buttons coat up to the throat* I have to make do with this sweet coat.
*tilts head* Thank you. Though a glass alone would have sufficed. I am afraid I do not have any of your currency to pay - I have plenty of my own, but they would be meaningless to you. However, on my ship I do have what could be considered a large quantity of diamond left over from the Silaris armour which I plated my ship with.
*clutches chest* Yes . . . chartreuse is a color near and dear to my heart.
*starts to say that it's no trouble, the iced tea is a complimentary treat for a friend in need* *stops abruptly* Er . . . diamonds, you say? *dollar-signs flash in eyes*
Indeed. The armour on my ship is carbon nanotube sheets woven with diamond Chemical Vapor Deposition; crushed by mass effect fields into super-dense layers. I still have some diamond.
This Hotel is my pride and joy. I've sacrificed everything in my efforts to keep it in my possession, and in good condition. I made a promise, after all.
And . . . *coughs* I won't lie . . . some diamonds would go a long way.
*tilts head* I can give you double the weight of this tray and everything on it in diamond, if you wish. I have no use of it. I have a portion of my cargo hold full of the things.
Not at all. Being over 200 years old, I find it unfair to impose an age limit. I prefer it if people don't bring children below the age of seven, however. The Midnight Hotel can be a dangerous place.
*looks at Sophia* *blinks* Erm . . . my expertise is more of the . . . the literary nature . . . *holds out hands a certain distance apart* . . . This much mass.
*broad smile* Lovely! *reaches under the desk* *gives a black notebook to Emerald* These are the rates . . . *reaches under desk* *removes a stuffed bear* This is your complimentary teddy bear . . .
*dives down under the desk* *resurfaces with a little brass key with a Greek letter on it* And the key to your room. The Io Room.
*takes to notebook* Thanks! *flips through it, nodding every few pages* Is it alright if my stay is undefined? I've got a few problems that need sorting out, and I'm not entirely sure how long it'll take to blow over. *passes it back and takes the key* Thanks again!
(If by this you mean the fact that you are staying in my Hotel, then by all means, feel free!)
Upstairs, the fourth door on your left, IF you go up the right staircase. *nods to my right, at the staircase* *there are two staircases, you see, one on either side of my desk*
*shifty eyes* What question would that be? If it's the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow, I'm afraid I don't know that.
You began to ask "What happened to make" and then you stopped. What was your question? Answer truthfully - I know when people are lying and it may cost you the diamonds.
Both. *points directly at the staircase* That one, that one there. Please, if you need anything, anything at all, just ask. I am the concierge of this Hotel, as well as the manager, bellboy, dishwasher, towel trapper, and exorcist.
. . . I only meant that you are very cold and distant.
I am often like that as well, but I am very old, and very tired. I have no excuse. Niccolò is like that, but he's older than . . . maybe all of us. Sir is like that, but he's older still.
And to think that a child like you could be so like old soldiers like us . . . well, the idea of it sends chills up my spine.
*reaches the room in a couple of minutes* *unlocks the door with the shiny brass key and steps inside* *goshdarn, this place is amazing* *beelines for the bed and bounces tentatively a few times* *grins*
I wish it was that simple. *pushes a finger against the communicator in her ear* This is Keating. I need ten kilograms of diamond from the cargo hold. Lock on to my coordinates. *moves her hand back to her side*
*stops bouncing* *places the satchel on the bed and walks out of the room, locking the door* *comes down the stairs, into the reception area with the desk* Ms. Crowley, the room is amazing.
*smiles* I have to go out for a bit, but I'll be back tonight. Thank you so much! *strolls out the doors, hands in pockets and jacket zipped up against the cold* (and I do actually have to go now :( Bye, guys!)
I dedicate this page to the insanity in each of us. Embrace your inner lunatic. I also dedicate to a certain golden god who is a year older. Needless to say, well...he deserves the goodness.
Sounds fun. I'm waiting for the pep rally in another 45ish minutes. Then I get to go to show choir and then swim and drive and get coffee :D Zaffy happy-Zaf
Age of Ultron trailer is making me re-watch Avengers.
Why is all the action in Captain America, Avengers, Guardians of the Galaxy, and Captain America 2 take place on either a large plane, large hovership or large spaceship?
(Oh you know, just posting that comment there took loads of effort. To simply tell other people I have a problem of any real magnitude is really hard.)
(The other day, I came on with the intention of you know, TALKING about it, but then Sophia had a slight self esteem problem and I just shoved my own issue aside and thought "But she needs my help more than I need hers." That isn't healthy. My imaginary psychiatrist is saying it's a self worth problem.)
(In fact, I think having an imaginary psychiatrist might actually be a direct result of not talking to other people about my problem and just deciding to work through it myself, just so I don't trouble other people with my problems.)
(As such, when other people crumble emotionally, I'm fine. So, I have to ask myself, am I strong or broken?)
(Yes you are. Everyone is open. It's really lovely, and I nearly didn't rouble you with the fact that my real problem is telling myself people don't need to know. But thanks.)
(Yesterday, I was thinking to myself about what I should do about this, and every time I announced a plan to myself, I would just quietly mention "But you won't.")
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«Oldest ‹Older 3801 – 4000 of 4658 Newer› Newest»The hall decorating looks cool. The seniors did Pixar and it looks bloody awesome. My class comes in second with Dr Suess and the freshies did Frozen the sophomores did Lion King. Looks nice to be honest. -Zaf
(Hello.)
Mark: m-my sister...she needs the money and the protection..
Claire: Who is your sister?
Mark: she's the so-special one in year 11
Claire: Name?
Mark: Marcy
Claire: Alright. Do not cross me again. Are we clear?
*walks off back to the drama room, keeping the blood on her nose where it is for extra effect*
*steps out of the room, teacher following, when she spots Claire* oh my god!
*is at her side in the blink of an eye, tilting Claire' shead back slightly to get a better look*
*growls* that bitch!
Claire: *whispers to Silente* I gave worse injuries to them.
*looks at the teacher* Thank you for sending me on-call. I appreciate it.
*looks at her and hugs her tightly* I'll kill them myself..
Teacher: oh my! What happened? Are you alright?
Claire: *hugs her back* No, it's fine.
*tilts head* Do you think I'd be fine after being... Beaten up... By like four or five year elevens?
No. It's not.
Teacher: oh my!
*the Midnight Hotel, bedecked in Halloween ornaments, rising from the clammy earth*
Clams: *shriek in protest*
Firstly, http://thelittletownofdour.blogspot.com
Secondly, how is everyone doing?
Claire: Trust me - it is.
You can't act surprised. It's your doing.
(Hello Clara.)
Hullo, Sophia. A pleasure to see/read you, as always.
(You too, Clara. However there are few people who would agree with what you said.)
I suppose you should appreciate me then.
*spins aimlessly in the desk chair*
Hello, humans and others. :)
(Compliments aren't really my thing, but I appreciate you/it nevertheless.)
Greetings, Emerald Phoenix!
*bursts open the front doors*
How are you?
(Hello, Phoe. How are you?)
Trust me, it isn't. *sounds very, very angry*
Teacher: come, we need to tell the head of this...attack.
Hello, Clara Crowley! *beams happily* Please, call me Fay.
And I'm fine, thanks. :)
How're you? *adressing Sophia, Silente and Clara*
Very well then, Fay. Do you need a room? Or a cup of tea? The Hotel's doors are always open to a friend.
Claire: *whispers* They're unconscious.
*louder* ... We do? *sobs quietly*
(I am depressed.)
*agog*
*aghast*
Then Sophia, you simply MUST come in for a cup of tea! I won't hear a word against it! Come in! At once!
*opens door wider*
I'm alright, Ms. Crowley, although I've always wanted to see inside the Hotel...
*smiles*
(I do not enjoy hot beverages.)
*sighs*
*shakes head*
Very well then, Fay, if you insist, I will leave you out here in the rain and the cold with the wolves and sad violins.
Ah, that's why the good Lord invented iced tea.
(*hands Sophia a dark blue balloon* *in brackets*)
Iced tea I do enjoy.
(*looks at the balloon* What is this for?)
Um.
*turns around, shivering at the sudden cold* *a violin is screeching mournfully and wolves stare with large, heartbroken eyes*
How did all of this, *gestures to the wolves and violins*, just suddenly appear?
*disappears into the Hotel*
*loud crashing can be heard*
*comes out a few moments later with a painted wooden tray loaded with glasses, a pitcher of iced tea, lemon slices, cubes of sugar, little paper parasols, and lemon-scented napkins*
For you, Sohpia m'dear! Here at the Midnight, we aim to please.
It's always like that in Blogland, Fay. Sometimes we're just too wrapped up in ourselves to notice.
(I don't know, I'm in a balloon mood. And you seem like a person who likes dark blue. :P
*hands out balloons to everybody*)
*ties the balloon to the highest gibbet on the Midnight Hotel*
*has a moment of self-doubt*
*checks the dictionary to ensure that gibbet is the correct world*
*it is*
*nods in satisfaction*
Ah. *nods*
The cold did surprise me, though. I'm not Elsa. *pulls jacket tighter and shoves hands into pockets*
Well, if you don't want to come into my Hotel, surely you've got some sort of magic to warm you up? I, sadly, am not so lucky.
*buttons coat up to the throat*
I have to make do with this sweet coat.
*tilts head* Thank you. Though a glass alone would have sufficed. I am afraid I do not have any of your currency to pay - I have plenty of my own, but they would be meaningless to you.
However, on my ship I do have what could be considered a large quantity of diamond left over from the Silaris armour which I plated my ship with.
*tilts head, looking at the balloon*
You know, the chartreuse does go well with the colour scheme.
(I am more of a red and black kind of girl, but thank you anyway.)
*clutches chest*
Yes . . . chartreuse is a color near and dear to my heart.
*starts to say that it's no trouble, the iced tea is a complimentary treat for a friend in need*
*stops abruptly*
Er . . . diamonds, you say?
*dollar-signs flash in eyes*
*shivers* I'm an Elemental, but I can only keep a fire going for so long.
If you don't mind, would I be able to come inside?
Yes, of course! Feel free to stay the night.
*steps aside, opening the door wider*
*curtsies*
Welcome to the Midnight Hotel.
*smiles and steps in*
*eyes widen in awe*
You've certainly taken good care of this hotel.
Indeed. The armour on my ship is carbon nanotube sheets woven with diamond Chemical Vapor Deposition; crushed by mass effect fields into super-dense layers. I still have some diamond.
This Hotel is my pride and joy. I've sacrificed everything in my efforts to keep it in my possession, and in good condition. I made a promise, after all.
And . . .
*coughs*
I won't lie . . . some diamonds would go a long way.
*smiles again* It's lovely.
I have one question, though. Is there an age limit for the people who stay here?
*tilts head* I can give you double the weight of this tray and everything on it in diamond, if you wish. I have no use of it. I have a portion of my cargo hold full of the things.
(sorry if my replies are late, I'm reading your blog, Clara :)
You're amazing at writing!)
Not at all. Being over 200 years old, I find it unfair to impose an age limit.
I prefer it if people don't bring children below the age of seven, however. The Midnight Hotel can be a dangerous place.
*grows a little light headed at Sophia's words*
Yes . . . yes . . . that should suffice . . .
(Why thank you! I'm trying very hard to keep that particular story running. I'm glad you like it!)
What would you say the approximate mass of this tray would be?
Thanks! And there won't be any children under seven years old.
I'd like to book one room, please.
*looks at Sophia*
*blinks*
Erm . . . my expertise is more of the . . . the literary nature . . .
*holds out hands a certain distance apart*
. . . This much mass.
You all make me feel very young. I am twenty seven.
*broad smile* Lovely!
*reaches under the desk*
*gives a black notebook to Emerald* These are the rates . . .
*reaches under desk*
*removes a stuffed bear*
This is your complimentary teddy bear . . .
*dives down under the desk*
*resurfaces with a little brass key with a Greek letter on it*
And the key to your room. The Io Room.
*smiles at Sophia* That's pretty much how I feel every day.
*frowns at Sophia*
Why, you're practically a child!
What happened to make . . .
*stops*
*shakes head*
Never mind. It's not my place.
Mass is not measured by distance. *tilts head* *lifts the tray in her hand* Screw it - I want rid of them - I'll give you ten kilograms of diamond.
What happened to make me what?
YESPLEASE.
*claps hand over mouth*
*nods mutely*
*murmurs* I would very much like the diamonds . . .
*takes to notebook* Thanks!
*flips through it, nodding every few pages*
Is it alright if my stay is undefined? I've got a few problems that need sorting out, and I'm not entirely sure how long it'll take to blow over.
*passes it back and takes the key* Thanks again!
Stay as long as you like. It can only be good for my business.
*presses the key into Fay's hand*
*winks*
Don't let the Thing under the bed get you.
*smiles back at Clara, a glint in my eyes*
Oh, I'll be sure not to.
So where exactly is the room?
(by the way, is it okay if I use this in a story I'm currently writing? It's okay if not, I can work something else out :))
I know. I will get them for you once you have answered my question.
(If by this you mean the fact that you are staying in my Hotel, then by all means, feel free!)
Upstairs, the fourth door on your left, IF you go up the right staircase.
*nods to my right, at the staircase*
*there are two staircases, you see, one on either side of my desk*
*shifty eyes*
What question would that be? If it's the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow, I'm afraid I don't know that.
(thanks! :D)
*looks at Clara quizzically*
By right, do you mean correct, or the direction?
You began to ask "What happened to make" and then you stopped. What was your question? Answer truthfully - I know when people are lying and it may cost you the diamonds.
Both.
*points directly at the staircase*
That one, that one there.
Please, if you need anything, anything at all, just ask. I am the concierge of this Hotel, as well as the manager, bellboy, dishwasher, towel trapper, and exorcist.
. . .
. . .
. . . I only meant that you are very cold and distant.
I am often like that as well, but I am very old, and very tired. I have no excuse. Niccolò is like that, but he's older than . . . maybe all of us. Sir is like that, but he's older still.
And to think that a child like you could be so like old soldiers like us . . . well, the idea of it sends chills up my spine.
You were enquiring what made me the way I am?
. . . Yes.
That is what I was inquiring.
Towel trapper? *pauses, contemplating*
And thanks. *smiles again, my cheeks starting to ache, and walks up the stairs, satchel sling over shoulder*
No, thank you.
*reclines in chair*
*watches Fay ascend the stairs and disappear*
Bath Towel: *slowly tries to inch up the stairs after her*
*flicks throwing knife*
Bath Towel: *gets impaled*
*dies with a little EEEURP*
*glances down at the EEEURP*
Um, what-
*sees the bath towel impaled by the knife*
Oh.
*turns around and continues walking*
*waits until Fay is gone*
*stands up and collects the towel*
*goes to hang it up in a bathroom*
*reaches the room in a couple of minutes*
*unlocks the door with the shiny brass key and steps inside*
*goshdarn, this place is amazing*
*beelines for the bed and bounces tentatively a few times*
*grins*
*quietly spins, very slowly, in the desk chair*
*softly* That sounds . . . tragic.
But we've all had our tragedies at one time or another. They only serve for backstories.
*hears bouncing from upstairs*
*smiles cheerily*
I wish it was that simple. *pushes a finger against the communicator in her ear* This is Keating. I need ten kilograms of diamond from the cargo hold. Lock on to my coordinates.
*moves her hand back to her side*
*stops bouncing*
*places the satchel on the bed and walks out of the room, locking the door*
*comes down the stairs, into the reception area with the desk*
Ms. Crowley, the room is amazing.
*wide smile*
I'm so glad you like it! Each room is similar, but unique in its own way. I thought you in particular would like the Io Room.
*smiles*
I have to go out for a bit, but I'll be back tonight. Thank you so much!
*strolls out the doors, hands in pockets and jacket zipped up against the cold*
(and I do actually have to go now :(
Bye, guys!)
(That's quite alright, for I'm afraid that I too have to go. I'll try to be back later today, however!
*departs*)
(Goodbye Phoe and Clara.)
I don't care. They hurt you.
Teacher: oh my! *hurries over and hovers at her side* yes you need to report this sort of incident Tara!
Claire: Oh. Okay. Should we go?
Teacher: follow me, I'm taking you to the nurse..
Claire: I don't need a nurse. I'm fine. My nose isn't broken. I'd rather just go and tell the head teacher.
Teacher: you could have a concussion!
Claire: I'm fine. I am not suffering from concussion.
Teacher: we have to be sure
Claire: I am sure.
(I will be back soon.)
Teacher: Shush. We're going to the nurse, then to the principal.
Um miss we have geography soon and we can't be la-
Teacher: Rebecca you better get to lessons. Don't worry your sister will be fine. Don't forget, Romeo and Juliet!
Mine
I dedicate this page to the insanity in each of us. Embrace your inner lunatic. I also dedicate to a certain golden god who is a year older. Needless to say, well...he deserves the goodness.
-Zaf
(Hear hear.)
(Hello?)
(G'day mate)
(How be you Sil?)
(I'm okay. You?)
(I'm really happy right now,
I'm messaging Inky right now, so all is cool)
Sounds fun. I'm waiting for the pep rally in another 45ish minutes. Then I get to go to show choir and then swim and drive and get coffee :D Zaffy happy-Zaf
(You and flick message a lot. Are you....you know?)
C'mon Sil, you know that ship set sail. -Zaf
(Hear hear!
Age of Ultron trailer is making me re-watch Avengers.
Why is all the action in Captain America, Avengers, Guardians of the Galaxy, and Captain America 2 take place on either a large plane, large hovership or large spaceship?
*hugs Zaffy*
Hey Sil and Gar!
How are you doing?
(yes we do, i know what you mean and no we're not)
(Hello Zaf how be you?)
(hello Tia, how i feel is further up
how be you?)
(See Zaf that ship has NOT set sail yet! So ha!)
I happy.
And well last night my nephew was ecstatic about Avengers 2.
-Zaf
Key word: Yet.
-Zaf
*huggles Sil*
I am glowing, so I will warm you :)
((Gtg food, see you soon!))
(Yes yet is the keyword there.)
(hey no shipping!
I'm looking at you Sil and I'm looking at you Zaf )
(Hello my darlings ^.^)
Ship. Ship.
*poofs for lunch*
-ZF
(Hell Inks
how be you?)
(I be great thanks ^.^ you?)
(*laughs* too late Gar! Consider yourselves author shipped!)
(*grins* hey Flick)
(I'm happy thank you ^_^)
(dang it Sil
*flicks Sil on the nose*)
(Hey Sil *looks confused*)
(Ow! *rubs nose* meanie. YOU MAY FLICK MY NOSE, BUT THE SHIP SHALL STAY STRONG!)
(S ship?)
(*winks at Flick*)
(*blushes internally*)
(*laughs* Sh-ip-ped.)
(*gets necklace ready*)
(Stop it Sil!)
(*grins but shuts up*)
(*to Gar* what shall we do with her?)
(*shrugs* i'm not sure
what shall we do with Sil?)
(*'we'* *awww* *grins* *so shipping this 4 life*)
(I would tell you to ship her in return, but Sil (or at least SilTC) is shipped with pretty much everyone anyway . . .)
(*puts necklace on sil* sit girl!)
(Hey Star! How art thou?)
(*hits the ground face first* *still shipping*)
((*nods at the wise bubble*))
(gar, are you okay with this?
Or is she driving you round the bend)
(Its okay. I'll ship in silence. *salutes*)
(I'm cool with it,
are you cool with it Inks?)
(Hello star how be you?)
(I'm not really here. About to go to rockclimbing. :P BUt I'm fine, thanks.)
How's everyone else?
(I am *smiles*
*clicks fingers and necklace turns to dust*)
(I'm great thanks Star)
(*huggles Inks*
I'm happy thanks Star)
(*huggles Gar*)
(*JVDIHBFIONAWWWWWWWWWHCHIJGT* *SOHAPPENING*)
(*doesnt quite know how to react*)
(what's "so happening" Sil?)
(Nutin gar. Just having a fit (: )
(A fit? Shall we call a doctor?)
(why are you having a fit?)
(Nope. Don't need a doctor. It's all good. *crouches in a dark corner and watches Flick and Gar interacting*)
( *glomps Gar*)
(*accepts glomping*)
(What you up to?)
(hey Xan... How art thou?)
(*whispers back* so cuuuuuute)
(Cute?)
(I am great thanks ^^)
(back,
i mini poofed)
(Welcomes Gar)
(Thank you Inks
Hello Xan how be you?)
(is there a new ship? I'm not sure)
(Yes Flick, cute. *nods* *fades for more observation*)
(*blushes internally*)
I don'y know if I'm strong or broken.
*don't
Godammit.
(hey Trip! How art thou?)
(*offers Inks a huggle*)
t(^.^t)
(Um, not great, Inky. Not great.)
(*huggles Gar closely*)
(Aww Trip. What's up Bach? )
(I'm happy thanks Xan
Hello Trip)
(what ship? I don't see one
(De-NI-aaaaaaalllll)
(what denial?)
(*sits and watches*)
(Oh you know, just posting that comment there took loads of effort. To simply tell other people I have a problem of any real magnitude is really hard.)
(The other day, I came on with the intention of you know, TALKING about it, but then Sophia had a slight self esteem problem and I just shoved my own issue aside and thought "But she needs my help more than I need hers." That isn't healthy. My imaginary psychiatrist is saying it's a self worth problem.)
(In fact, I think having an imaginary psychiatrist might actually be a direct result of not talking to other people about my problem and just deciding to work through it myself, just so I don't trouble other people with my problems.)
(As such, when other people crumble emotionally, I'm fine. So, I have to ask myself, am I strong or broken?)
Siltia...
(*hugs Trip* oh trip...)
(*huggles Trip*)
I don't know, Trip. I don't tell people what's on my mind, and I feel pretty broken.
*hugs*
Yeah, Tia. People like to call it repression.
They say it's really bad. Unhealthy, and stuff.
(I'm not sure trip,
you could be either)
(Honestly, I'm both. But making a really strong and threatening phrase sounds like a good way to go about breaking my emotional barriers down.)
(Repression isn't good...it hurts. *hugs trip tightly* my email is ALWAYS open. Always.)
(*huggles Trip* I'm always here to talk)
(Yes you are. Everyone is open. It's really lovely, and I nearly didn't rouble you with the fact that my real problem is telling myself people don't need to know. But thanks.)
(Yesterday, I was thinking to myself about what I should do about this, and every time I announced a plan to myself, I would just quietly mention "But you won't.")
(But thanks, you guys are really awesome.)
(Aww Trip)
(It's fine, don't worry.)
(The most imminent danger from this is an emotional breakdown in about thirty years. So I have time to work on it.)
(I just, I like being like this. It's cosy, and I don't have to face my emotional issues.)
(Hello.)
(People want to know Trip..)
(Hey Soph, how art thou?)
(Hello Soph! *hugs*)
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