[ [The feed starts by showing a giant kitchen. Arthur is in front of one of the counters, his back to the table, cooking breakfast. He looks over the shoulder and smiles] [

That teenage cashier keeps trying to figure out who's the daddy. She asks me every time we go to the supermarket. I think they are taking bets.

[Ariadne, meanwhile is getting the dishes out. She hands them to 11-12 and Light, who go to work setting the table. But Ariadne grins at Arthur’s comment.]
I know they’re taking bets. I heard one of them say it was Lyall. [Lyall quirks an eyebrow as he peers over the top of his newspaper. Alexia, more amused than concerned about the topic pats his shoulder.]

It is curious how they all seem so interested in the topic. I hardly see how it is any of their business, though.

[James wasn't exactly a morning person, nor was he a crowd person. In the breakfast rush, he was more content to hang back, sipping his coffee in a quiet corner. Upon hearing both Randolph and Alexia's honor besmirched, however, he had to speak up.]

It's not any of their business.

[Arthur distributes the food in the different plates that the younger ones are setting and then mores close to James to give him a kiss on the lips.] Everyone likes to talk, just ignore them.


[ooc: dream team Harem: 11-12, Alexia, Ariadne, Arthur, Eames, James Norrington, Lyall... and Elektra visits them often. Who's the Head of the Harem? good look figuring that out.]

[Knock Out looks very frustrated and positively unhappy.]

You know what's a pain in the aft? Not even being able to hug your significant other because you will end squishing her to death. And this is just one of many things that I can't do to her.

[He's silent for a few seconds, like he's making a hard decision. He is, because he hates what he is going to ask next but being virused and being in loves makes you do those things.]

Many of you can do magic, I want you to turn me human for a few days.

Payment is negotiable. And a lot of you seems to freak out and throw things if you see naked people, so once you change me I want you to give me those clothes.

What the bloody fuck is this? Hijacking my fucking blog when I'm trying to post.

--James! Get your arse in here, I want to talk to you.

[ Some stomping around and then a resounding slapping noise. ] Don't you get cheeky with me, worm. Now just get in here and take a look at this shit.

[ The slightly muffled sounds of more squabbling. ] Liar! I told you not to touch my laptop. Downloading all that creepy porno and God knows what else. This is coming out of your fucking allowance if I've got to get dad to take it into the shop. And if you don't stop making that ugly face at me, tosspot, I'll tell mum exactly what else I caught you up to this morning.

[A duck appears on the screen. He's very animated - in more ways than one - and he speaks with a kind of lisp.]


Drama Drama Duck....

This is some kind of fan club newsthletter for me, isn't it? Well here I am, fans! Your hero hasth arrived!

Ringing bells call the faithful to worship at church.

The ringing of the Sanctus bell represents the coming of Christ in Communion.

Finally, the death knell - a bell rung to announce a death and the passing of a person’s soul into the next life.

[Seated on a bed, he still hasn't bothered with putting on a shirt. But bandages are covering most of his chest, so the community's at least not treated to the full freakshow of scars.

After spending the last several hours mostly puzzled at the fact that Weiß have somehow shifted from hating them to climbing all over Schuldig with ringing bells on their collars, Farfarello has finally decided to stop questioning and focus on how this situation affects him.]

Schuldig. Your bells are annoying.

Kittens. You are annoying. Ring less.

Or I'll take it for the final meaning.

[Idle threat, which is rare coming from him, but he promised Schuldig no killing, so there would be no killing. Possibly cut off bells.]