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[Oh, look, it's Gunpei. He's out in the forest somewhere and he's looking more agitated than usual. Part of the reason just might be that behind him is a monster that, at the moment, is about the size of a tree. At least it doesn't look like it's doing anything other than rocking back and forth and gazing around the area.

Even if it is terrifying beyond all reason. When Gunpei speaks, he's trying to be as quiet as possible, and he keeps glancing back over his shoulder to check on the terrifying beast. He can't be worried about it spotting him; he's clearly in its line of sight. He just doesn't want it to hear him, and he would have posted a notice on the bulletin board asking for help, but Ole Man Signchanger's mother-in-law chased him away with a broom when he tried. It seemed not even a Prince could get away with "gossip" under her watch.]

Okay, I...I found this thing. And it's...

[He hesitates for a moment here.]

Well, watch.

[And he will break out into the chorus of "Don't Stop Believin'" at a normal volume. Singing is clearly not his strong suit, and he'll stop after a couple of lines because it seems the monster is responding to his song. It's no longer about the size of a tree, it is the size of a tree. It's rubbing up against the side of a tree now, looking like it's going to scratch an itch, and it knocks the tree over. The tree makes a loud crashing sound when it hits the ground, and at that noise, the monster gets just a little bit bigger. Gunpei is speaking in hushed tones again.]

Sounds. I've figured out it responds to sounds. It was shrinking a little when there were some birds singing out here, but then it ate the birds. Pleasant sounds make it quiet down, but if it doesn't like what it hears, it gets big. Really big. It was kind of tiny when I first found it...

[He takes a deep breath and then lets it out again like he's trying to calm himself down, but it's clear he's still quite freaked out about this. Building-sized monsters are something he's used to, but he's also used to having giant mecha to blow them up with.]

Is anyone out there a musician? I need to find someone really good--that would probably get this thing down to a manageable size. Just throwing random noises at it is getting kind of dangerous. We need to find the best singer here and let them at this thing.
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 I haven't been able to get in contact with the woman who wanted to throw a party. The locals tell me she's gone home. Thing is, I've already done most of the baking, so if you guys don't mind, I'd still like to host a small get together. 

We can have it at the Mockingjay, unless there's going to be a lot of people showing up. I think I can host maybe twenty without it getting overcrowded. If anyone has any suggestions for alternative locations, or any ideas for the party, please let me know. 

♔SECOND

Oct. 18th, 2012 01:57 am
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[ today daenerys appears on the orb. what could be noted is that on her shoulder is the black dragon with the hot coal eyes. he seems a bit larger. while he is not the size of a horse, his tail is long enough to coil around her hip. for a minute he simply stares shrewdly at the screen before flapping off dany's shoulder, where she continues to read a large tome in her lap. she turns a page, pauses and glances up at the screen. ]

A strange place this is. In exchange for our freedom it grants us powers we would not know in our own realms. We would be marked as people we are not and told to fight great battles simply because it is the way of it.

[ her tone is slightly wry ]
I know true knights, and I know that some of you aren't, as much as I am no maegi.

[ drogon sniffs her book, as dany lightly strokes the top of his back, the ridges of his spine. ]

What of your homes? I would ask of your lands, if you wished to speak of them.

[ there is a pause ]

I would ask one more.

What do you believe makes a good King? If such people exist where you were before, what made them good?

{ PRIVATE; TO THE LADY ALAYNE }

[ in a gentler voice ]

My lady. You have suffered an ordeal here. Are you well?
dailybread: (look up)
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Does anyone know what this is?

[He holds up a pendant. Something white and curved and thin is attached to it, along with a small satchel.]

There were fourteen of them on our doorstep this morning.

[[OOC: Yes. It's a fertility charm. And yes. It was left by an NPC. The white thing is a penis bone. :D]]
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Characters: Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, and you!
Where: The Mockingjay Bakery ( and above apartment )
When: 19th of Rebirth's Decline
What: Moving! Mattress acquired, the Knight and the Princess make themselves a home. Scandalous.

come morning light you and i'll be safe and sound ;; )
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[Peeta's not that concerned with the rash of townspeople asking for his autograph. His face is slightly pink, but it's not from the attention--he has other, much more important things to be thinking about.]

Um, does anyone know where I could buy a mattress?

On the roomy side would be preferable.
empowers: { mj } (and turns me to gold in the sunlight.)
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[ She practically threatened the old man out of her sight. ] Of course I have questions -- [ Desperate, horrifying ones. ] Prim! [ The voice rings out loudly over the orb's range of networking, the desperate shriek of a seventeen year old girl. The jabberjays have stopped. She's removed her hands from her ears, and she's discovered herself in a strange place with strange clothing. Everything is unfamiliar. And that can only mean one thing.

The Capitol has finally gotten to her. And probably her loved ones.
]

Peeta! [ She breathes raggedly. Like a scared animal. ] Where am I? What happened to them? [ The memory of the arena is fresh in her mind. Peeta, on the other side of the glass separating she and Finnick from the others as the jabberjays wreaked their havoc. The sounds of Prim and Gale screaming in voices that could only be brought on by torture. Surely they were dead. ]

I was in the arena! I was playing your damned Games! I did everything you asked me -- what did you do?! [ She has no idea to whom she is speaking. She's furious. She's terrified. She's yelling, and she's not going to stop yelling until she gets some answers. She wants them, now, and until she hears something soothing or receives a reasonable explanation for her whereabouts, she'll remain desperate.

And dangerous.
]

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