The young man stumbles in, bleeding and bruised. He looks at his surroundings a minute -- they're decidedly not what he had left. For one thing, there's less men trying to kill him, it's quite a lot brighter, and he wasn't in this much pain a few minutes ago. He has got a ring on his finger, though he's in no condition to register it at the ( Read more... )

He arrives with no fanfare, does the rosy-skinned Quadling.

"Please to forgive this stranger." He says softly, "Traveller has lost his way."

His skin and hair reflect the evening sun, although they look like this even without it's influence, he carries two leather satchels over his shoulder, grasped with a red hand.

Ty: With the intro post of ( Read more... )

Liir feels as though he's been here before.  It's a discomforting feeling, making him tense and more awkward than usual.  He hugs his broom closer to him.  Flying isn't a hobby of his, but with the winter months almost upon Oz he'd had no intentions of making a (reluctant) trip to The Emerald City on foot.  And when he'd touched down at the edge of ( Read more... )

*shuffles in and grins widely, if wearily*

Um... well. As of tonight, January 26th... Elphie and I have another little girl. Her name is Elizabeth Rose, and she's tiny and beautiful.

*BEAMPRIDEHAPPY*

*scratches his head, rather ill at ease. He scans the area, hoping to see a familiar face*

Ah, hello. I'm Boq. I'm sure I'd be pleased to be here if I was certain where here was *half-smile*.

Typist: Adopted! All above-board, of course. His memory has been reset, although if that affects anyone, I'm sure we can work around it. Boq from Gregory ( Read more... )

*Here we have a pretty young woman entering, surrounded by bubbles, glancing around imperiously before speaking.*

Well. I'm certainly not in Oz anymore...

Typist: G(a)linda Upland, the Good Witch of the North, of Gregory Maguire's Wicked. Retypisted, and let's hope I don't fail too spectacularly at this, shall we?

As she did the day of her arrival, General Jinjur strides in and assumes a position somewhere near the center of the mansion, where she will be certain to be seen. Her hair falls loose over her shoulders because the sharp, silver knitting needles that held it in its knot are clasped in her fist. She lifts her chin, and speaks in a tone of absolute ( Read more... )

Here I am! I am Sam.
Do you like green eggs and ham?

*offers up a plate*

With an air of utter authority, a (somewhat small) young woman strides to the direct center of the mansion. She wears a dress in the military style, vibrantly hued in green, blue, red, purple, and yellow. She carries no weapons, though, unless one counts the deadly sharp needles, thrust through the back of her hair. She surveys the room with an air ( Read more... )

Since I haven't caused much of my element lately, I thought I'd do some of the widespread type ( Read more... )