We have Anna again, some time after that ... epic event with Georg. She's knitting because that is just what Anna does okay and smiling a bit ridiculously to herself. Be suspicious.

T: Mostly for friends to ~*judge her. XD

Here's another German we haven't seen around in a bit. She's in a rather sour mood after arguing with Anna (woe! no one listens to her!), and she doesn't especially feel like being out in the main room. So, Wendla has taken refuge in the library (yes, she actually does sometimes venture in there), and can be found curled up with Oswald, reading ( Read more... )

Well, we've not heard much from Anna lately. So, here she is, sitting by the piano and just plunking at notes, humming quietly to herself. She doesn't know what she's playing, since her lesson with Georg hadn't gone as planned. Ahem.

Still, she is free to be disturbed and will gladly accept the company.

Another year older.

Unfortunately for Wendla, the date had more or less crept up on her. So, she was outside on the deck, watering their tree (which, if you lie on the floor and look up at the little sprouts growing up, almost looked like a real tree) and rather oblivious to the date.

Feel free to remind her. Or laugh at the ~tree~. Whichever.

It's Valentine's Day again ( Read more... )

"BABY!!!"

Thea runs into the main room, a frantic flurry of skirts and pigtails. She's wide-eyed, trembling, and a little pale, and pauses for breath before announcing in a hushed voice:

"There's a baby."

Typist: What she said. Isaak Stiefel hast been borneth! Thea is open for questions and for leading any who would like to visit Ilse and the ( Read more... )

Reinhold hisses out a string of curses as his fist connects with the wall. He draws back his hand (which is turning bright red) and blinks. He is sure that he was just about to punch some boy for stealing his money, but wherever he is now it most certainly isn't reformatory school, and, for all he know, it may not even be Germany. He picks up his ( Read more... )

He doesn't look the least bit surprised to be on a ship. He's probably been around the whole time, really, even if it wasn't conciously. He's everywhere. This evening though, as the sun sets, a shadow detaches itself from a corner and slowly strides to the side of the ship. He appears to be a young man with bright gold hair and ancient eyes. ( Read more... )

This would be the typist speaking. Hey there ( Read more... )

Georg Zierchnitz finds himself getting slightly queasy, which is a strange thing for him to be doing considering he's quite sure that he's sitting at his desk in his room, doing staring at his Latin homework. But strangely he discovers he is no longer sitting, as he last remembered, and is instead standing--or something close to it. The floor is ( Read more... )