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[thistledownking]

Having learned that the mortals of the mansion are not sufficiently occupied, the gentleman with the thistle-down hair has decided to provide a bit of harmless entertainment. Therefore, anyone who spends more than five minutes in one place will find himself or herself a child

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[norweenish]

*because the typist can't resist using this icon again... Forti is in the library, figuring it's about time to read something that isn't Hamlet or Fortinbras. he doesn't have any idea what he's looking for, however, and so he spends more than five minutes staring at the shelves... he emerges from the library a good deal smaller, and rather confused*

[tinydragoon]

And because this typist just finished reading Fortinbras... Michael waves a little, trying to be friendly even if he is confused.

[norweenish]

*sticks out his chin in his most princely fashion* Who're you?

Typist: How'd you like the play? :D

[tinydragoon]

He pushes his slipping helmet up. "Michal. Jerzy Michael Wolodyjowski. Who're you?"

Typist: Omg! Polish maidens! It was hysterical!

[norweenish]

Prince Fortinbras of Norway, so there!

Typist: *beams* I love it.

[tinydragoon]

"So where?"

[norweenish]

*confused again* Just... there!

[tinydragoon]

He pushes the helmet back again and looks around. "Where? Norway?"

[norweenish]

...yeah!

[tinydragoon]

"Oh. I'm Polish."

[norweenish]

*makes a face* Poland is stupid.

[tinydragoon]

"No, it's not!"

[norweenish]

Is too! I'm gonna conquer it someday!

[tinydragoon]

"No you're not! I'm going to stop you!"

[norweenish]

Are not!

[tinydragoon]

"Am too!" His hand is tightening its grip on his too large saber. "I'm a soldier."