[While trying to take a nice day skiing a while back, Norway's arm had been broken due to an unfortunate tubing accident with a certain Denmark. Luckily they had gotten off the mountain and back to the hospital wing of the HQ to wrap up his arm and now he had a proper cast on it.]

[Sadly, it was his right arm, so he was having a bit of a dreadful ( Read more... )

[There is a tiny bundle of what looks like animal fur skins on the floor of one of the rooms, which moves after a moment and a little head peeks out from inside. There's a tiny blond boy sitting there sucking on his fist, no older than two or three, a bit chubby and drooling over his hand as he looked around the room, blinking his big blue eyes.]

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[Denmark has discovered what sort of things are very valuable to modern day folk, namely iPods, laptops, cell phones, stereos and all manner of technological devices.  And he has also informed Norway and Sweden of this.  And all three of them carefully planned and plotted.  You see since coming here none of them had been on a good old fashioned ( Read more... )

[Over the passed few weeks, the HQ has been covered in many varieties of cat hair. Hope no one is allergic! But none of the cats (except perhaps Franchat) seems to shed like the lovely Norwegian Forest Cat who left fur piles everywhere. Stuck to carpets and walls and doorways, on top of the refrigerator...]

[Currently, he's grooming himself on the ( Read more... )

[Fairies and trolls shared a common love for certain sorts of objects.  That is... shiny ones.  And it being the Christmas season... there are LOTS of shiny things pretty much everywhere.  So a certain troll and a certain fairy had gathered up all their favorite ones and brought them to a certain room (the shiny object treasure chamber!).

And should ( Read more... )

Noreg was eleven years old. Of course, not in actual years. He'd been around long before he could remember people, when he was just land and faeries.

But his body was eleven.

And he had begun to Notice Things, especially with most of the female population of the HQ having rather nice.

Er.

Mountain ranges.

Now, he had gone through the past few years ( Read more... )

[It was starting to get colder out, especially at night. For some it was probably a disappointment but it was something that Norway was looking forward to. One could see so many stars on cold, clear nights and it just had a more magical feel to it than the same activity did when it was warm ( Read more... )

[It was hard to know who to exactly look for when you had never met them, but Norway still accepted the challenge of it. He knew that the girl's name was Victoria and that Aaron viewed her as a daughter. He also knew that she was in love with a France and wished to marry the man. For him, it was at least a solid enough start ( Read more... )

[The first thing that Norcat notices, as he wakes up from his nap on what should be his person's sofa (he had been busy covering it with hair after Norway cleaned it, of course,) is that it's a bit colder than it had been. It was cold outside, of course, but the person had built a nice fire in the fireplace... which is oddly missing now.]

[With a ( Read more... )

[When Norway enters the large room, he's... only mildly annoyed with his outfit change, the male version of his folk costume. He wouldn't mind normally, at all, it's his after all, but HQ had no right to tell him what he could and couldn't wear after all.]

[Though, as he walks into the room he finds himself humming an old tune and he can barely hold ( Read more... )