2007-11-26

Hmph.

I would've liked to be a part of this one.

It's a cliché concept but it would've been fun anyway.

Artemis, Hyacinth! Lets make one of our own. ♥

(Danger, danger Will Robinson!)

[locked to all those who are as of this post clearly unaffected by the virus]

Those of you not yet under the influence of any story, I urge you to cease contact with this place immediately. ...You may perhaps return in a week.

If for some reason you cannot do that, do not under any circumstances speak with the men Drosselmeyer([livejournal.com profile] mastertragedian or Beiloune([livejournal.com profile] beiloune_hatter).

No matter how...amusing this may seem, these stories are not to be taken lightly. It will be difficult enough for those involved to overcome their endings. Leave before more are started.

I pose a question.

We all know the community at large is going through the fairy tale nonsense. I've even been using it as new stories for my niece. I need something to shut her up during her cold. 

However, there is a common factor through so many stories. The mother, or step-mother, is often the cruel villain. I ask the community their thoughts on this.

(no subject)

Since we're all telling tales here. I have one I'd like to share that's true of my home. After, all it is the season, eh?
Which involves someone, we almost all know.
*clears thoart* 


((*runs out * be back later :3))

 
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[Locked against Ash]

So, someone care to clue me in as to why there's a weird gentleman with my dashing features minus the moustache and a arm on the community...? 
Seriously - I only had one other brother and he's dead. He's the reason I became a thief in the first damned place...

But if anyone can clue me in about this Ash guy I'll make it worth your while, 5 Gold pieces and..maybe a diamond or two? Actually..I'll hang onto those - The diamonds I mean.

(no subject)

So, uh, who's not crazy right now?

(no subject)

In this winter of our discontent, the fires of our youthful spring and mature summer passions are banked, to await the oxygenating renewal of the turn of the seasons. While the frost forms on the windows, chills the air, and delicious hot beverages are prepared to warm the body and refresh the soul, our spirits must not be deterred by the slush, sleet, and other semi-liquid forms of precipitation!

I have previously spoken on the subject of the team-building and outreach through the common bonds between all persons, transcending the rifts and boundaries between our worlds. The sharing of precious thoughts is truly a source of strong and valued bonds. I invite you all to share here, in this post, that which inspires you! That which ignites your passion and sustains its banked fires throughout the long, desolate cold seasons! That which, in keeping with the holiday traditions of certain worlds, you are thankful for!

[Sasuke Hood to the rescue!]

Nice try, Master Sheriff, on that last attempt on luring me out of Sherwood. It was almost ingenious for once.

And hello my Merry Men. It seems we have found one more place to cavort and to exact justice upon those rich swine who have oppressed the poor for so long.

(no subject)

Tell me, DramaDramaDuck, would it be beneath me to put sugar in a supposed comrade's fuel tank?

Hmmm.

Perhaps the time has come for me to create offspring. I have learned that there is a high price to pay for peace, and for life; by bringing a child into this universe, it could be taught to learn from my mistakes, and in doing so a new generation would begin to know the true cost of war.

How are mating rituals conducted on your worlds? I am curious.

We need to have a chat.

Duck place.

Something is very wrong with Haku. He thinks he's some prancing drag-fucking-queen called Will Scarlet. You did something to him and I will find out what. I don't know why, I don't how, and I don't even know who, but once I do, things will be unpleasant for whoever is responsible.

And if I don't find out what's going, there will be deaths. Multiple.

Start. Talking.

Now.

(no subject)

So much chaos around here. I'm totally going to introduce my comrades to this community the next time I see them.

And I am so sorry about not replying to my last post, someone decided to shoot my communications device. :[ But they're not a problem anymore~

So how're ya'll today, Duckies? Other than being living books.

So.

After some analysis, I am proud to inform that I do, indeed, have my own body as a result of this virus. Celebration? Of course.

So.

PARTY AT RUFUS' BEACH HOUSE

Bring snacks!
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[locked from Othello]

Hey. All of you who know [livejournal.com profile] seiryu_general. I need to know what the situation is between him and his brother.

November Twenty-Seventh

We are recieving our first snow. It began in the small hours when only Cook and I were awake to know, and has continued unusually strongly, it may already have reached three inches.

I prefer rain to snow, for all that snow quiets the Folk as it quiets the world above. I prefer the sounds of rain to such quiet, the rythyms that can be sought and notes that can be found in the fall of drops to this deadening. I cannot deny that there is a beauty in a world draped in snow, but it is a beauty I tire of quickly. It wants a pulse.