A plea

[hunt_theheart]

*tacked to the message board, a very clearly-written note in somewhat flourishing script; the circumstance, his lingering curse (note to Curio: never eat multiples of any crackplotted food again)*

To sorcerors, magicians, wizards--all

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[one_eyed_dad]

Wednesday reads the note and laughs.

"Its never been a charm of mine involving speaking in tongues, though it seems to be a favorite of name gods in many pantheons...." he chuckles.

[rightful_queen]

Oh dear. She had expected it to have worn off by now, but even so she nonchalantly approaches. "I can help you."

[hunt_theheart]

*his face lights up--he's taken to carrying around some paper and a pen, so he takes them out and writes* I would be ever grateful for your aid. My dear friend Valentine did often warn that food was never safe within these walls, but heedless did I eat some several pies which thus affected all my skill at speech.

[rightful_queen]

"It happens." She says and she closes her eyes to imagine him settled, his speech returned to normal as easily as she imagined it jumbled. "Try to speak?"

[hunt_theheart]

*cautiously* I would declaim a song for your delight-- *then GRINS* O, maiden, you have tamed my violent speech! I would I could repay to you this boon--

[mostgiftedwitch]

She reads the note and contemplates the request. She looks around to see if the author of the note is still nearby.

"... Sir?"

[hunt_theheart]

*offers her a bow* Good lady? *and if she should look slightly confused at his speech, he will add--* I had returned to tear this notice down, for some kind soul hath brought me back my speech, and I would not disturb the daily peace of wizards with requests now well-fulfilled.

[mancalledspade]

Here is a robot dog who, having witnessed the whole exchange, would like very much to return to being a detective. However, how to go about communicating his wish...is a problem. He sits at the woman's feet and barks electronically and feels rather an idiot.

[mostgiftedwitch]

She'll look down at the sudden barking and eyes the robotic dog with some measure of surprise.

"Now... I've seen my share of things... But I can't say I've seen -this-. I'm guessing you are the victim of a joke of some kind?"

She's working on the assumption that while he obviously can't -talk-, he should be able to communicate "yes" and "no"...

[be_my_me]

*grins* 'Twould take a magic greater than exists for thou to speak in sense, dear Curio.

[hunt_theheart]

*glaaaaares--*

*--and then cracks up*

[be_my_me]

*laughs* Still do I wish thee well in this, thy quest. But prithee, wilt thou tell how went the former? Hast thou been conqueror or conquered?

[hunt_theheart]

*slight, private smile, and then scribles a (not slight at all, not private at all) summary--* With many beauteous women in this place did I converse--but each did me reject. One thought the courtier's lot was sly and low; another had a lover far away. Far better luck, though, had thy scheme with men, for one Laertes of Prince Hamlet's court did give me conversation, touch my hand, and offer me to fence with him--or more, but though we walked together for a time, quite suddenly was he then called away. *a grin, as he writes* He is as fair a man as I could dream, were I to dream the fairest living man.

[ihatehamlet]

*peers at the note, then looks around for Curio with a grin* Hast thou recovered thy song, good sir?

[hunt_theheart]

*terribly pleased to see him--beams* My song, my sense--indeed, regained myself, an speech offendeth not thy gentle ears. For thee, I would dig silence free again, and bury this fine voice beneath a stone.

[ihatehamlet]

*beams back* It doth not offend, for thy voice is as fine as thy face.

[hunt_theheart]

*forgive him, he's terribly overjoyed to have his voice back and needs to prove to himself that Laertes isn't dead--so here, Laertes; have a kiss--*