xiii council | video
[See Elizabeth. See Elizabeth waltz around her room. Literally. Her arms held up as if she had a partner. Her skirts flaring as she spun about, talking to her device in the most idle way, there it is set on her vanity unit.] It's Christmas time. [there's another spin, her feet shuffling and her skirts flaring out with the movement.] I organised dancing classes for my girls, something for the season. They did not mind so much when I joined in, though I do not think their festivites are the same. I have to admit, I think I like the waltz. I'm glad that you all kept dancing for awhile.
[she hums a soft one, two, three, one, two, three under her breath which turns into something else that matches, some song from her time] Someone ought to have a gathering. Anything at all. I wouldn't mind what, truly. A feast, maybe. I don't know. Wouldn't it be grand if there were performers? Mummers even. I always used to beg my nurses to go see them -- and His Majesty always liked a show. The Thames all lit up with fireworks, and everyone in their most colourful jewels, even at prayer. Do they still sing Christmas Carols on Earth for the season? [she laughed, so very breathless for her dancing, there is more to this, she's determined to show the world she's alright again. Back to being her, not some quiet mouse any longer. Even if she's worried for other matters, she can't let people know. It's much easier to dance, in the end.
Which she waltzed her back over to the device, scooping it to spin around again. Feeling motion sickness yet? But the blurry moments and accompanied by singing, carols yes. High and clear, she's a good singer -- as any proper lady for her time is.] Good King Wenceslas set out, on the feast of Stephen's. When the snow laid round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel... [it turns to nonsense tune still carried where she's half forgotten the words] ... bring me flesh and bring me wine and bring me ... [the song ends when she flops onto her bed, then the video settles, her tiger cub has set itself on her lap again. Though it's getting bigger every day. It's her darling though, it could only be hers -- who else would give their pet a collar of pearls?] Oh! You must all tell me what you wish for presents. For you shall have them from me whether you want for it or not, so you best ask for something you like lest I become creative.
[filtered to Winchester household & Assassin brotherhood]
One of you is teaching me how to use modern firearms. [everyone blame Rumpel for this. She's not having useless thrown in her face ever again. This isn't even about defending herself really.] Bows and arrows I think, are well past their times, and I believe that guns no longer are likely to explode in your hands.
[ooc: whoops! Let's do this with the right account this time. aaaaaanddd all the proper filters]
[she hums a soft one, two, three, one, two, three under her breath which turns into something else that matches, some song from her time] Someone ought to have a gathering. Anything at all. I wouldn't mind what, truly. A feast, maybe. I don't know. Wouldn't it be grand if there were performers? Mummers even. I always used to beg my nurses to go see them -- and His Majesty always liked a show. The Thames all lit up with fireworks, and everyone in their most colourful jewels, even at prayer. Do they still sing Christmas Carols on Earth for the season? [she laughed, so very breathless for her dancing, there is more to this, she's determined to show the world she's alright again. Back to being her, not some quiet mouse any longer. Even if she's worried for other matters, she can't let people know. It's much easier to dance, in the end.
Which she waltzed her back over to the device, scooping it to spin around again. Feeling motion sickness yet? But the blurry moments and accompanied by singing, carols yes. High and clear, she's a good singer -- as any proper lady for her time is.] Good King Wenceslas set out, on the feast of Stephen's. When the snow laid round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel... [it turns to nonsense tune still carried where she's half forgotten the words] ... bring me flesh and bring me wine and bring me ... [the song ends when she flops onto her bed, then the video settles, her tiger cub has set itself on her lap again. Though it's getting bigger every day. It's her darling though, it could only be hers -- who else would give their pet a collar of pearls?] Oh! You must all tell me what you wish for presents. For you shall have them from me whether you want for it or not, so you best ask for something you like lest I become creative.
[filtered to Winchester household & Assassin brotherhood]
One of you is teaching me how to use modern firearms. [everyone blame Rumpel for this. She's not having useless thrown in her face ever again. This isn't even about defending herself really.] Bows and arrows I think, are well past their times, and I believe that guns no longer are likely to explode in your hands.
[ooc: whoops! Let's do this with the right account this time. aaaaaanddd all the proper filters]