✏ ᴏᴏ3 (ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ) | ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ғᴜʟʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ

[revolter]

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

[ she reads the words with a clear voice that can only be described as enthusiastic, she found them clever, exciting, as only a true lover of literature may think of words. ]

Is there a limit to the number of books we're allowed to burrow from the library at a given time? I wasn't sure and I couldn't find someone to ask.

If anyone knows where there are books that are written in other languages, I'd like to talk to them, please. I found study books but not novels. I want to practice my Russian.

dictated;

[rightchoices]

[ Lee clears his throat twice before he starts. Sure, he's fine lecturing to a classroom full of university students, but addressing a castle full of strangers via magic book is a different monster entirely. ]

Heard a lot of talk about people looking for ways out - trying to figure out how to get home.

[ How much is okay to share? How much does he even feel like divulging? Carefully, he continues: ]

What about the people who want to stay here? Think there's a shot at that?

[Dictated/Action]

[lightbranded]

 [After a lot of thought Will had decided that he needed a hobby. It was all very well being the Watchman, but one could not simply watch the world pass by for months on end.  Even Old Ones had other projects they worked on.  John Wayland Smith had had his smithy.  Farmer Dawson had had his farm. Even Merriman had had his life as an Oxford Professor.

And when Will had started thinking of what he could do, his thoughts had gone inevitably to his father's jewelry shop.  To the delicate wirework and engraved precious metals.  And to the few lessons in engraving his father had given him.

And Will thought this this was something he would like to continue learning.

And so he had begun by going to the library. He had selected a stack of books on beginning metalwork and curled up in a chair as he patiently read them.  Eventually the boy reaches for his journal and dictates into it.]

I don't suppose anyone here knows anything about engraving or jewelry making?

Spring Flowers Need a Little Help [ action ]

[wishmadeinfire]

[ The saying was that 'April showers bring May flowers', but for Ashura that was taking a bit to long. So, he thought he might help it along a little. And he had promised Galadriel that he would show her flowers from his world, plants. Well, why not get a start on it before his promise entirely slipped his mind? And better to get a jump on decorating the rooms before Felix could rightly protest. 

So, dressed in a robe of green, gold, and pink, the patterns that of swirling blossoms and growing trees, Ashura made his way through the lobby of the Castle with a large basket balanced on his hip, bright flowers poking their heads out over the rim and leaving not a few petals behind in his wake - a trail of petals rather than gingerbread crumbs. A portion would go into his chambers, and another portion would go out into the gardens. Certainly it was kept up by some unseen force, but it was nice, taking a small plot for himself to nurture, a left over from his mother, a way to honor her. 

After stopping in his rooms to deposit the flowers he planned to arrange there, he gathered the basket and headed outside to the gardens, finding a clear space to claim. He settled, wishing up the tools of a gardener, arranging the earth with bright flowers the glittered like flame - white, yellow, orange, red, humming to himself as he went about his work, enjoying the chance to not freeze and spend time in sunshine that warmed instead of giving brittle effort. ]

[ooc: catch him walking through the castle halls with his basket of flowers our outside gardening! ]

Duel 01 [Written -> Dictated]

[princelyspirit]

So, we're supposed to write in these if we want to talk to someone, right? Just like a real journal. Or...

[Wait, no eraser. She quickly scribbles out the “Or...”. Or.... Good enough. Soon, she begins to talk]

Or I guess we can just talk to them. It's weird, I don't see a microphone, or anything like that-anyway, that's not important. The important thing is...

[breathes in]

What is this place? And how on earth did we get here? Look, don't get me wrong, I appreciate the help and all, but waking up in some fairy tale castle? Just a little bit creepy, if you ask me. If anyone can tell me what's going on, or anything at all... I'd owe you one.

[OOC: I'll be heading to bed at around 12:30 AM EST. If I can't get to tags tonight, I'll get to them tomorrow evening]