Aleksandra enters the room Looking Purposeful, with what appears to be a book of poems under her arm. She clears her throat in a way that makes it clear she is addressing the room as a whole, although her voice remains quite soft ( Read more... )

Enter one dark-haired, determined young man. He's got a pile of pamphlets in his hand, and looks around, momentarily disconcerted, but regains his composure soon enough. This composure is certainly hard to crack, but you're welcome to try. You're also welcome to ask for a pamphlet, though you'll probably get a lecture to go along with it. When ( Read more... )

Greetings and salutations and all that fun stuff! My name is Adam Lyesmith and it is my great pleasure to make everyone's acquaintances. I hope to make myself a good home here and get to know you all a little better. *somewhat flirtatious wink, and a polite bow*

Typist: ... I gave in. It's crackspawn. The son of Low Key and John Constantine. Um ( Read more... )

*Here's another bubbly angel, though less with the exclamation points and more likely to mix up her words due to sheer enthusiasm; they don't look much alike, but they're sisters, really. You can probably tell from the personalities alone.*

Hi, I'm Oracle! Actually, "Oracle May", but that usually makes people ask me "Oracle may what?", which ( Read more... )