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[Voice Post]
[ Fair citizens of the City, what's that you hear? Why, it's the sound of a TRIUMPHANT FANFARE, chorusing in just moments after the audio clicks on. After a few moments of majestically blasting out your eardrums, the trumpets fade away into the sound of a positively charming voice: ]
Citizens! Subjects! Ladies and gentlemen of the realm. Let the rejoicing commence, for your patience has not been in vain: I, Prince Finnick--your rightful king--have returned to you once again. I hope you haven't pined for me too much in my absence, but rest assured, I'm back and definitely ready to begin making up for lost time.
So, how many surprise celebrations did you all plan for me, once you heard I was coming back? [A light chuckle.] Oh, but I guess you can't tell me, can you, or it'd ruin the point of the surprise! Really, you're always so good to me when I visit. Even when there are shortages of...well, pretty much everything, you always manage to find a way to scrape together an event fit for a king. It touches my heart, really. Especially since we all know that hunting in the king's woods is illegal, so of course you must be putting it together from out of your own pockets and cabinets, just to show me a good time.
It can mean a lot of sacrificing, I know. But we all know I won't be able to stay here forever, so isn't a little suffering later worth the festivities now? Better to take advantage of a good thing while you have it, you know!
And believe me, I'm already looking forward to spending time with each and every one of you. I'd love to get right on that, too, but you know how it is--duty calls, I've got to check in on my lovely young ward first. I hope you've all been taking good care of him! And ladies especially, I hope you've been taking very good care of him.
So, while I'm getting settled in again, how about you all start getting your surprise plans ready for me, and send word to my entourage when you're set to put them into action? I'll let them know not to spoil a word of it, I promise. And trust me, they can all keep a secret!
It's great to be back, citizens. I hope you're all as excited as I am, because I can't wait to see all of you again.
[And with another GLORIOUS BLAST OF TRUMPETS, the audio ends.]
[OOC: SHENANIGANS. So the Hunger Games cast has been genre-switched into a crackalicous variant of Robin Hood for this weekend, and here to kick the festivities off is Prince Finnick, the Phony King of Panem. He's smooth, he's charming, he's in ur city bein' rich while ur peasants starve to death. And don't ask where he got the trumpeters; they came with the switch. Please humor him? He's completely cursed out of his mind at the moment. >>]
[ Fair citizens of the City, what's that you hear? Why, it's the sound of a TRIUMPHANT FANFARE, chorusing in just moments after the audio clicks on. After a few moments of majestically blasting out your eardrums, the trumpets fade away into the sound of a positively charming voice: ]
Citizens! Subjects! Ladies and gentlemen of the realm. Let the rejoicing commence, for your patience has not been in vain: I, Prince Finnick--your rightful king--have returned to you once again. I hope you haven't pined for me too much in my absence, but rest assured, I'm back and definitely ready to begin making up for lost time.
So, how many surprise celebrations did you all plan for me, once you heard I was coming back? [A light chuckle.] Oh, but I guess you can't tell me, can you, or it'd ruin the point of the surprise! Really, you're always so good to me when I visit. Even when there are shortages of...well, pretty much everything, you always manage to find a way to scrape together an event fit for a king. It touches my heart, really. Especially since we all know that hunting in the king's woods is illegal, so of course you must be putting it together from out of your own pockets and cabinets, just to show me a good time.
It can mean a lot of sacrificing, I know. But we all know I won't be able to stay here forever, so isn't a little suffering later worth the festivities now? Better to take advantage of a good thing while you have it, you know!
And believe me, I'm already looking forward to spending time with each and every one of you. I'd love to get right on that, too, but you know how it is--duty calls, I've got to check in on my lovely young ward first. I hope you've all been taking good care of him! And ladies especially, I hope you've been taking very good care of him.
So, while I'm getting settled in again, how about you all start getting your surprise plans ready for me, and send word to my entourage when you're set to put them into action? I'll let them know not to spoil a word of it, I promise. And trust me, they can all keep a secret!
It's great to be back, citizens. I hope you're all as excited as I am, because I can't wait to see all of you again.
[And with another GLORIOUS BLAST OF TRUMPETS, the audio ends.]
[OOC: SHENANIGANS. So the Hunger Games cast has been genre-switched into a crackalicous variant of Robin Hood for this weekend, and here to kick the festivities off is Prince Finnick, the Phony King of Panem. He's smooth, he's charming, he's in ur city bein' rich while ur peasants starve to death. And don't ask where he got the trumpeters; they came with the switch. Please humor him? He's completely cursed out of his mind at the moment. >>]