( There really wasn't any wish Splendor couldn't grant. One minute, Tavros is wishing he could get around easier with his broken leg; the next, a wheelchair thunks down right in front of him. And not just any wheelchair: his wheelchair. Any other day, he would have dreaded giving up the newfound freedom of his legs. But one of them was broken, and ( Read more... )

[ The face that appears on the seal seems to be a little uncomfortable, but that passes once he takes a breath, a small smile crossing over his lips. It's easy to pretend that this is just some kind of performance - that he's not speaking to a load of random strangers. ]

Oh, wow, I hope I'm doing this right. [ His smile lifts for a moment before it ( Read more... )

[safely returned to the wonderland district, chey is resuming a small project of his. outside cottage 103 on aesop lane, he's collected dozens of stones and pebbles and cleared a small chunk of the lawn - something he's still doing despite it getting dark. pulling grass right out and tossing it aside, yep ( Read more... )

[If you're passing through the Metropolis District this evening, you might spot a tall fellow with curious wings--both feathery and leathery--folded on his back and goat horns curling around his pointed ears. The man's amber eyes, made more luminous by their black sclerae, are slitted in concentration as he frowns at the seal in one hand and ( Read more... )

How about some demographics.

Who's been here longer than two weeks. Anyone? While we're at it let's get a list of the worlds you all come from. Occupation wouldn't hurt either.

Well?

[If you happen to be hanging about the Golden Entranceway today, you will find a rather well dressed young girl flitting about the area, bouncing from NPC to NPC and bombarding them with questions. This... is about as fruitless as one would expect it to be. Eventually she spots a new person and swiftly approaches, looking frazzled but determined ( Read more... )

[CHEY SPEAKS!!!

...in his head. that funky little seal clipped on the underside of his shirt is on again (unknown to him) as he thinks aloud. italics are seal-translated from Funky Space Languages, regular-text being the Universal Game Language of Choice. all of which is oddly-enunciated and on fastmode.]Table. Chair. Spoon. Teapot. Cubburd. ( Read more... )

[There is a tiny child in your grand hall. Now, normally such a pathetic shrimp would be totally easy to dismiss, but this isn't your average brat left to run wild on their own. No! In fact, there are quite a few things about this kid that are definitely a little out of the average and possibly alarming to the average citizen ( Read more... )

A new notice has been posted. Please read it.

[Everyone head on over to the notice board to check out a new notice. Who was it posted by? No one really knows. However, this is time to mingle and get to know the people you've been talking to, since you have to physically walk there to see it ( Read more... )