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Characters: Carol and all of you people Location: In front of the castle that was once the Station Master's house Time: Afternoon! Style: Up to you lovely people! Status: OPEN; threadjack and spam at will. Carol will be fluttering around reluctantly.
[If any Vatheonite takes the time today to take a look around the castle, they will find a very, very grumpy fairy godmother fluttering around.
Look, it's Carol, in full-costume and fluttering her wings and looking very sour indeed.]
Play along, he says. Grant wishes, he says. Ugh!
[She looks like she might snap that wand, oops. But she's also fluttering next to a crude, poorly done sign that says Quests for heroes!
...Maybe she'll give you a quest if you go talk to her?
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ooc: let's get some questing going, Vatheonites! No fairy tale is complete without a plot, right? If you have a quest in mind, you're welcome to use this log to play it out and get people in on it; just mark the subject line Title of quest | Location | Open/Closed. If you don't have an idea for a quest or would like to talk to Carol, that's perfectly fine too; just mark those threads with Castle to indicate where your characters are! She'll only be sticking around the castle, so she won't be going on any quests with you guys.] |
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Characters: Adam 'Aphrodite', Cherry, and Valkyrie!Maddie Location: Charley and Maddie's apartment Time: Afternoon~ Style: Action I assume Status: Cloooosed~
[As goddess of love, Johnny Aphrodite had been flitting around, overseeing all sorts of interactions and 'noble quests of love' throughout the bubble.
As such, she decided to check on some of her favorite mortals in the bubble....in the form of randomly popping into their living room, unannounced, and laying out on their couch.
Surely, they wouldn't mind having someone as gorgeous as her laying about the place.] |
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Characters: Lloyd Irving and every eligible-- everyone Location: All over the place Time: From dawn until dusk Style: You pick and I'll match Status: Open
[It's been two days since he started coming to his senses, the false memories of that other life already fading back into the ether of whatever spell had created them. As they disappear, though, he remembers. The ball, the one he'd danced with, that moment of timeless magic when their eyes had met and their hearts had known.
The tolling of the bell as midnight approached.
His partner had fled, he didn't know why - but they'd left their shoe behind. The shoe he now holds clutched in his hands. It must have been crafted with magic, he knows, because there is no other way to explain how the delicate glass could support a person's weight without breaking. Surely this shoe was made to fit one foot and one foot alone. It's the only clue he has to the identity of his love. He doesn't even know his love's name or gender. He only knows that they hold his heart.
And that he's going to find them, even if he has to try this shoe on every person in the land.
Speaking of which...
He approaches the next person he sees, giving them a bow fit for the knight he is.]
Excuse me, yes, you. Your pardon, but can I have a moment of your time?
[ooc: Only a "Cinderella" will fit the shoe. Let me know if this is the case. o/] |
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who: Sherlock Holmes and youwhen: from about noonish onwards, on and off location: the forest summary: Holmes has become The Wonderful Musician and is standing on a roughly made wooden platform in the forest, playing. Come have a listen! style: I prefer action but I'll follow you status: so open it's getting cold in here notes: ( fun and totally optional plotting opportunity! cut for obnoxious length )[anyone wandering through the forest currently might hear a strain of violin, somewhere among the trees. if they choose to find it, they'll come upon one (1) Mr. Sherlock Holmes, dressed curiously, in black slacks, red vest, large white baggy shirt, sharp and rough-looking black shoes, a colourful scarf; his hair is mussed but looks as if a hand has slicked it back somewhere in-between songs. he's tapping his foot as he goes along, and depending on the song you might even get a slight bit of a dance from him, skipping about the crudely constructed wooden platform he's standing on. the watchers might notice he seems somewhat stiff in the right shoulder, and doesn't get too incredibly intricate in his songs, but he seems otherwise all right. he could play anything from Irish folk music to a simplistic orchestral song, and anything in-between; very often it seems as if he's simply sawing away to whatever tune suits him. each song blends into the next, and he goes on for quite some time.
he pauses now and again, to breathe and slick his hair back from his forehead again. feel free to pester him during these moments, or simply sit back and watch! his music is so enchanting! it almost feels like magic.] |
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Characters: This living shadow and you! Location: Everywhere and anywhere Time: Night Style: Whatever you want. :) Status: Open like YOUR MIND TO MANIPULATION i mean [So, you might be wandering around at night, still getting used to your new fairy tale form and such, when you hear a snicker nearby.]
[What was that, you wonder? Turning around, you don't see anything but darkness. There's nothing there- no creatures coming out to harm you or anything. In fact, it's deathly quiet. ]
[Up ahead, there's a lamppost shining brightly in the darkness. A haven in the terrors of the night, really- for some reason, light always makes people feel safe, makes them think that for a moment, the world cannot reach them.]
[Which is exactly what Yomiel wants you to think.]
[For as soon as you step into the circle of light, there's a feeling as if somebody's right there behind you, an overbearing and dark presence that can't go away. And there's now even a voice whispering into your ear:]Hello. Don't mind if I step in for a moment. [Don't look down now. Because you now have two shadows instead of one, and the new one grins like a shark who has just found its prey.] New people are so hard to come by nowadays.[ooc: Basically, Yomiel is now a Living Shadow! He'll just be hitching along with your character unless somebody else accidentally steps on him- he'll be transferred over to the new person if that happens. Also, he can replace your character's shadow completely and possess you for a few moments if he's feeling up to it- tell me if you are okay with this or not! Because otherwise Yomiel will just be the creepy thing that he is. :Ic] |
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Characters: One albino sphinx and anyone who wants to chance getting mauled. get past o/ Location: Any street, every street Time: aallll day Style: Will follow what you start Status: Open /o/ [ Planning on going somewhere by the easier roads today?
Might not be the best idea, questing ones and those just wandering around. There's a large, white, winged cat taking up seat in the middle. Large as a lion, the odd bit is besides the wings, that's not a cat's head, but Duke's.
He doesn't seem too bothered by the fact he's now a sphinx. In fact, there are a few bird feathers on the ground by his paws. He's discovered how easy it is to snack on flying things, and is now waiting for any travelers to want to pass. ] ((OOC: Duke will give difficulties (easy, medium, hard) and three chances to answer - you can ask two clarifying questions and give your answer, or answer earlier. PM, plurk, or aim me (@ AurianEnasni) if you're having trouble with answers. )) |
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