[Lia is looking much better today. Dressed in a tunic and leggings, hair pulled back, and not appearing as though all the life has been drained out of her.]I would like to extend an invitation to all the women who do not know how to handle a blade...all the children as well. I would very much enjoy teaching you how to handle a sword or daggers... ( Read more... )

Well, that bidding war certainly was an adventure, but it seems that even in a strange world, a Lannister's coinpurse always outweighs that of the competition.

So. Gwen, is it? I suppose we ought to discuss, hm?

I've been thinking.

[ Arthur's got his Forge on the table, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling of his rooms in Patrol Headquarters. But he lifts his head to look at the Forge, lifting an eyebrow as if to antipate the commentary some people might have regarding that statement alone. ]

I've been thinking about starting a little ( Read more... )

[ While the hour is very early at least one person is up and about. Morgana is sitting by her window, looking outside at the snow. For a second you might mistake her to be asleep; but a moment later she will rise up and open the window just a tad. Enough to collect a few snowflakes in her palm. ]

The world looks quite different when it snows, does ( Read more... )

[The video shows Merlin in profile, leaning across the a table and feeding one of the many, many olives from his basket to something just off-screen.I've heard a lot of talk about being thankful lately. It's nice. I certainly have plenty to be thankful for. The arrival of friends that I thought I might never see again. The chance to make new ( Read more... )

[The Forge blinks on. What's seen is the noodle shop, a little bit touched up here and there. The sign has been changed to read "Nagi's. and there is a smaller sign in the window reading "Help Wanted". Utena appears on screen, in an old and now paint splattered shirt and shorts. She wipes hair out of her eyes and begins.]Hey! Anyone interested in a ( Read more... )

[ Hello Anatole. Here is one Lady Morgana who looks. Well embarrassed and somewhat horrified to be honest. She's chewing on her lips and obviously looks like she has something to say but doesn't really want to say it. She'll manage the most respectful of tones. ]

I wonder if I may --- I am not sure what happened --- we might have a slight issue.

[ ( Read more... )

[At first, there is only darkness, and scuffling sounds. And then a door swings open with a little creeeeeak. And darkness ( Read more... )

[The forge is turned on by blind groping. There might be a couple who recognize Merlin by the top of his head alone. But for the rest, he finally lifts it from the desk. And groans.]

How many of those olives did I eat?

[Because clearly, it's the olives that have left him feeling like he's taken lance poles to his head and stomach. Didn't have ( Read more... )

[ Morgana is outside and for once, she's not in a fancy dress. Rather she's wearing simpler clothes and she has a sword. Better not ask where she got it from. She's busy practicing her sword fighting moves. If you wondered, she's good. The Lady manners are all but gone, she's moving swiftly and easily on her feet.

-- But that won't do. After a few ( Read more... )