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eswareinmal2012-09-09 05:15 pm
offyougonow) wrote in eswareinmal2012-09-09 05:15 pm
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Choose Your Own Marital Adventure!
Characters: Everyone's Favorite King and You!
Where: The Castle Courtyard
When: 19th of Rebirth's Decline
What: Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethew today.
The townspeople have wasted no time in setting up the bit of green by the castle with all the decorations from the Height's Moon Dance and the Ball of the Slain Monster, making it look utterly festive and down right gaudy. Young ladies, dressed in their finest pressed together, looking as if they would explode with excitement while the young men stood more stiffly, though with no less anticipation.
Finally, the King stepped onto the hastily arranged platform, a huge grin on his face. "My people! Since yesterday, I have been flooded with papers!" he gestured to the attendants on the side who had two large sacks that looked positively overflowing. "The love that these heroes show for you truly knows no bounds that they would be so willing to sign themselves over to this, eh?" he joked, getting a laugh from the crowd.
"So today, let this all come to a momentous conclusion! Bring the sacks!"
There was a near deafening roar as the attendants drug over the bags of paper, the King all the while grinning up a storm.
"Now! Let's see who the lucky ones are, shall we?" he exclaimed before pushing up his sleeve and plunging his hand down into the first bag, papers fluttering and escaping off into the air as he pulled out a single crumpled paper.
"The names are....!"
[[OoC: If you want your characters name chosen, reply with their name in the subject line! Just an onlooker? No subject heading needed! The King will pull as many names as people want. Have fun!
edit: Also! Feel free to puppet the nameless NPCs!]]
Where: The Castle Courtyard
When: 19th of Rebirth's Decline
What: Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethew today.
The townspeople have wasted no time in setting up the bit of green by the castle with all the decorations from the Height's Moon Dance and the Ball of the Slain Monster, making it look utterly festive and down right gaudy. Young ladies, dressed in their finest pressed together, looking as if they would explode with excitement while the young men stood more stiffly, though with no less anticipation.
Finally, the King stepped onto the hastily arranged platform, a huge grin on his face. "My people! Since yesterday, I have been flooded with papers!" he gestured to the attendants on the side who had two large sacks that looked positively overflowing. "The love that these heroes show for you truly knows no bounds that they would be so willing to sign themselves over to this, eh?" he joked, getting a laugh from the crowd.
"So today, let this all come to a momentous conclusion! Bring the sacks!"
There was a near deafening roar as the attendants drug over the bags of paper, the King all the while grinning up a storm.
"Now! Let's see who the lucky ones are, shall we?" he exclaimed before pushing up his sleeve and plunging his hand down into the first bag, papers fluttering and escaping off into the air as he pulled out a single crumpled paper.
"The names are....!"
[[OoC: If you want your characters name chosen, reply with their name in the subject line! Just an onlooker? No subject heading needed! The King will pull as many names as people want. Have fun!
edit: Also! Feel free to puppet the nameless NPCs!]]
Re: Laughing at your pain.
Giles undoes the invisibility clasp, the better to safely reappear slightly behind J.W. His name has already been called once, and it has resulted in a hasty escape.
But, out of some perverse fascination, he finds himself wanting to see the farce through until the end.
"Are you sure someone hasn't forged your signature, then?"
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"Don't people have heart conditions where you're from? Jesus Christ!" He smoothed his robes down and squared his shoulders.
Big tall guys didn't scream like little girls, no sir! Whatever anger Giles had stirred up in him dissipated in favor of watching the others. He stuffed his hands into his sleeves and shook his head.
"Nah...wouldn't surprise me if you and maybe two other people were the only folks who even knew who I was. That's what you call a low profile."
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Well, James' surprise over his sudden appearance speaks well for his upcoming escape attempt, at least. Giles will politely ignore the screaming like a girl. It seems only fair.
"I suppose most of the town would know you by that mask you got stuck with. An appearance like that does, um, tend to stick in the mind.
Well then, I'll, I'll hope that none of those other two people decided to pass your name around. They're all being rather...insistent, about this."
Then a thought strikes Giles, and he frowns at James.
"This...wasn't your doing, was it?"
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"What? Pff, I've got better things to do with my time." James considered the future for a moment before facing Giles again. "You don't think these villagers really expect strangers to shack up, do you?"