[public, but meant for Howie]

Where the hell are you?

[ooc: Elle and Howie ran into a combination of magical water and magical wood smoke that have ganged up on them and forced them to sing the things they're thinking (to, uh, borrow from BtVS a little). Elle accidentally switched her voice communicator thingie on. Oh, and this isn't to any tune in particular. You can just... make a tune up ( Read more... )

[Elle sounds excessively irritated and there are all kinds of noises going on in the background: talking, shouting, animal noises, etc. She accidentally wandered into the marketplace.]

This is the worst port ever. I take three steps off the barge and I'm assaulted by slavers who think that just 'cause I'm, like, a blonde chick, they can sell me ( Read more... )

[private to Peter]

We're both ourselves, and so far nothing's tried to eat us. I remember a plan to run off into the sunset in the next port that wasn't awful.

[sent via messenger to Giselle's room]

Giselle, would you come to my room? I'm so sorry that Nathan's trying to marry you off against your will! It's really unfair. I want to help!

- Elle

[ooc: Elle trying to secretly get rid of her step-sisters, Veronica, and eventually Nathan so Mommy can rule the kingdom without any contenders for the throne ( Read more... )

Hey Tony, wanna see a magic trick?

Now you see me, now you don't!

[ooc: Since Elle has been locked up until the end of time, but really wants to get out and stretch her legs, she just jumped out her window.]

So what's this about a port?

Are there any wardens that wouldn't mind me tagging along? I'd kinda like to get off the ship.