[The feed turns on to the sound of page softly turning.  This lasts for a few more seconds until Will starts speaking distractedly.]

Italy?  I finished writing out a few songs like you asked.  I hope they will do.

[He trails off again, then continues determinedly.]

And I have been wondering if anyone had some spare paints or charcoals.  Anything that ( Read more... )

[Will knocks the communicator off the table as he tosses and turns restlessly in his sleep.  His expression is troubled.   After a minute or so he abruptly sits up, wide awake, and listens to something intently.]

That...

[He laughs with delight.]

I hear it!  I can hear it again!

[ooc: This starts off the second part of Will's event.  For the next two ( Read more... )

[The communicator turns on as Will is halfway through reading something aloud to himself in a thoughtful tone of voice.]

-is called of some Sanguis Draconis, of the bloudy color of which the whole plant is possest.  If you take the roots of Monks Rhubarb and red Madder of each halfe a pound,  Sena foure ounces, Anise seed and Licorice of each foue ( Read more... )