( voice, locked to Prussia )

[for those who remember her previous, similar post, the handwriting should be recognizable. Though she doesn't provide a name, she doesn't make any effort to disguise her hand either.]Hello, everyone. I hope this finds you well. It's been a while since I wrote like this, but things got pretty busy around here, didn't they? I'll extend my offer ( Read more... )

[the mirror shows the interior of an apartment, slightly darker than usual. Claire has hung curtains over the windows to deter the attention of their unwanted guests. She looks tired, though not about to collapse, at least.]I hope everyone is staying safe...please don't do anything reckless ( Read more... )

[The familiar scene takes place―another apartment that is not hers, remaining with only the things the occupant has left behind. This time, Gabrielle is in the kitchen, sifting through the cabinets, as the vine slithers up to her. At first, she does not acknowledge it in favor of keeping herself occupied with the contents of said cabinet ( Read more... )

[Claire is taking a break from the fair for a bit, and after a while nudged the Vine and asked a cat for a quill pen. The writing that appears is legible but a little unrefined, since she's still not used to penning letters with these fingers.]I know how hard times can be here, so I'm happy to see everyone enjoying themselves. But I've been ( Read more... )

[Claire is peering at the Vine outside the library, looking decidedly confused.]

Something a little strange just happened--yes, I know everything here is strange, but...those creatures in the library. Bears, yes? There's a section of it they're guarding, and they wouldn't let me through before. But today they stood aside...

[she turns a little ( Read more... )

[Claire is in the orchard, a basket full of fruit (mostly peaches) on her lap, just enjoying the sun for a bit. When she turns her attention to the Vine, her expression is content but thoughtful.]

I'm glad things have settled down a bit...I've been thinking. About the favors the Queen and her subjects granted us...

[she looks down at her hand, ( Read more... )

[The Vine slithers in to show a somewhat empty apartment. The only remains are a coffee table, a couch, and what looks like the light breaks of a curtain and the shadow of a bed in another room not far off. It's unclear whose apartment this is, but it's obvious where it is ( Read more... )

[Now that Sette had established herself as Queen of New Settetania, she would need a proper palace befitting someone of her position! And by that what she actually meant was 'somewhere to live - anywhere'. Trees were good enough, but they were hard and knobbly and nothing at all like an actual bed ( Read more... )

[There is a look of absolute bliss on the woman's face. Her features soft, her brown eyes dark and liquid in a face turned golden by the sun. Those who know her, who she is and what she does, will know this look well. Perhaps it will strike a chord in others as well, those with addictions that consume their minds and wrack their veins ( Read more... )