02 September 2012 @ 04:52 pm
Let's play a game.

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It's called Hangman.
Leave a reply and I'll give you a personalized puzzle.
 
 
24 August 2012 @ 02:32 pm
[The camera comes on and at first everything is blurry and there's a loud exclamation (it's more like a squeak) as the sound of something splattering everywhere can barely be heard over the furious grinding of a blender. Someone didn't know to put the top on the blender. There's something over the camera but it's soon wiped away to show the kitchen of Freya house covered in muck. It looks like some sort of smoothie concoction. And there's Mithian covered in that very muck, it's in her hair, all over her pretty dress and she's looking quite frustrated. Her composure goes right out the window as she struggles to turn it off, smashing all the buttons until it's off.] Alright! I give in you blasted bit of... machinery!  

[She exhales, grabbing a towel to wipe her face and the--- Oh, it's on, she's just noticed the bracelet is broadcasting and she looks even more flustered, her cheeks coloring. She pauses, bolstering herself, she needs help, she's tried it on her own and... failed. Hey, she's ever the proactive princess.] This... event as well past few days have made me aware that because of my upbringing, I have not had to do many things for myself. And while I am grateful for those who have helped me in the past, I would like to learn a few things now that I am here. [And without servants.] Like how to work the various devices in this place, I do not have familiarity with most of it. Like... lamps. And kitchen things.] 

[But this, she looks more enthusiastic about, as enthusiastic as she can with smoothie in her hair and all over her dress (which she thinks she's hiding well enough but she's failing. DAMN technology).] I also have a desire to learn how to defend myself properly should there be another attack like the past few days.
 
 
16 August 2012 @ 11:45 pm
If you wouldn't mind, if anyone has a moment-- Kindly share what you've learned about what's going on? Outside. And please let me know if you're safe. [All of you.] I don't know how to fight or anything, but I want to help in any way I can.

[And then a pause. His voice is very small. Someone definitely isn't used to this sort of thing.]

People are--dying.
 
 
15 August 2012 @ 03:12 am
[he comes on looking frazzled, hair unruly and looking stunned, and worried beyond all belief]

Something foul has taken those around us. Please tell me; those who have changed, is there any way to shake them from it?
 
 
09 August 2012 @ 07:47 pm
[ The video feed shows Sophie, standing before a large tree somewhere in Gefion Park. For once, she's dressed in a dress that wasn't provided to her by the Welcome Hall. A summer dress that Shu picked out for her when he was still around... ]

Everyone... I want to make a friendship pact. Asbel taught me this tradition from his home when he was young. I'll show you all how it's done.

First, you carve out your names on a tree... like this. I'll write my name first.

[ Since she's the only one there at the moment. She turns around to face the tree and moves closer, using a pointed rock in her hands to carefully carve out her name: S O P H I E. It takes about a minute or two since she's focusing hard to write her name perfectly and writing isn't something she's great at.

She backs away to look at her work, then turns around to face the video feed again. ]


There's no one else here right now, but... everyone's supposed to join hands in the center. Like this.

[ She sticks out both her hands, one hand on top of the other. After a few seconds, she pulls her hands away and lowers her arms to her side. ]

And that's how you make a friendship pact. When you form a friendship pact, it makes your friendship last forever.

I wish I could stay in Asgard forever, with all my friends... but I know that sometimes people leave here. And when they leave, they sometimes forget. [ A small frown. It saddens her to think about it. ] So, I thought if I can make a friendship pact, I can seal my friendship with everyone forever. We can always be friends, even after we're separated.

...Umm... you don't have to make a friendship pact with only me, if you don't want to. You can make one with all kinds of people.

If anyone wants to make a pact with me, come to the park.
 
 
 
08 July 2012 @ 10:22 pm
[ he may as well use this damn network for research. ]

If you were to take loyalties to a king, what kind of king would you want them to be? Would you think better if they were harsh or if they were wise? What sort of person would you lend your allegiances too?

[ It's a general topic. he's curious to hear the opinions of people around him. he seems less rigid than when he first arrived. the break from all the battles has done well on him. he's not uneasy and robb speaks with a warm confidence. ]
 
 
08 July 2012 @ 02:40 pm
[ here'd be the sounds of small but hardy feet tapping rhythmically against wooden boards, as well as enthusiastic clapping. then, wherever you are, travellers, unfortunately your bracelets would be broadcasting the rather curious visual of two child-sized men standing on one of the tables, using it as some sort of make-shift stage. the third one wasn't on the table, but he was still merrily clapping along. then three voices, their words clear as any day, could be heard belting out the following song: ]

Hey ho, to the bottle I go!
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Rain may fall and wind may blow.
But there still be – many miles to go!


[ yes, they were generally, shamelessly making a ruckus in one of the city taverns, their rather small hands holding cups of ale that weren't anywhere as good as any found in the shire's green dragon. sorry, big folks, but your peace have been invaded by hobbitses!

at this point the third one was finally encouraged to stand and dance along with his cousins: ]


Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,
and the stream that falls from hill to plain.
Better than rain or rippling brook –


[ and one of them breaks out to belt the last words: ]

--is a mug of beer inside this Took!

[ ooc: hobbits intro! replies will be coming in from any (or all!) of the three hobbits :D ]