Introduction

Jan 05, 2008 03:55

It's a Thursday, and like any day that ends in "y," Georg has piano lessons. With his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket, he's on his way to his piano instructor's house... mostly. He might have taken a detour by the stream, calling out to the boys who had happened to take a raft out that day. He's sorely tempted to ditch piano and stay here ( Read more... )

melchior, lucivar, eilonwy, wendla, ariana dumbledore, ernst, khardeen, laurel, georg zirschnitz, introduction, moritz

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thirdinhisclass January 5 2008, 09:01:35 UTC
Here's Melchior, then, giving Georg a bright smile and wave. "Georg! Hello!"

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justgeorg January 5 2008, 09:04:37 UTC
Seeing Melchior is perhaps one of the only things that could have possibly made him forget completely about being afraid, confused, or lost. "Melchior!" He hurries over to him, wanting to hug him but restraining himself. He winds up instead awkwardly waving and kind of half-turning it into a pat on Melchior's shoulder. "Is this where you ran off to?!"

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thirdinhisclass January 5 2008, 09:13:03 UTC
Melchior hugs him -- he's been in too good of a mood lately, so everyone gets hugs. "Not really. I was -- sent away." He shrugs. "But I'm here now, so it doesn't matter."

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justgeorg January 5 2008, 09:26:54 UTC
Carefully hugs Melchior back, trying not to be too obvious in that he really, really enjoyed that and will probably think about it every five minutes for the next, oh, decade. Right -- words are being said and he's supposed to understand them and respond. "And where is here, exactly? And -- how do you happen to get here?"

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hardlyagravated January 5 2008, 14:13:36 UTC
And here's a woman, fair, probably about thirty, and more strikingly, dressed in a very outmoded gown. Laurel hasn't yet adopted the more modern clothes favored by the rest of the Orkneys here.

"I would ask if you are lost, sir, but the answer is rather evident."

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justgeorg January 5 2008, 18:11:03 UTC
Sporting his 1890s schoolboy fashion, Georg eyes her strangely, wondering if he's somehow wandered into a theater or some sort of costume party.

"Er, yes, ma'am. Where is this place, exactly?"

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hardlyagravated January 5 2008, 20:20:47 UTC
"They won't tell me." She takes a sip of something in a tumbler, then sets it down beside where she's sitting. "Given the people I've asked so far, there's an even chance they don't know or they're being contrary. Not Orkney, at least, nor Camelot neither."

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justgeorg January 5 2008, 21:49:58 UTC
He nods and steps closer, biting at his lip. "And not Germany either? That's where I'm from. I'm.. not sure I really understand this place very well," he admits sadly.

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giveme_yourhand January 5 2008, 19:05:06 UTC
Moritz has been in an odd mood, lately; floating somewhere between happiness and anxiety, hovering in a perpetually confused middle state. When he finds Georg, he very nearly laughs and tries to decide how best to greet him.

He settles on creeping up behind him and tapping him lightly on the shoulder.

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justgeorg January 5 2008, 19:13:00 UTC
The tap on his shoulder is enough to send his fright to soaring heights, and he whirls around. Finding his formerly dead classmate facing him, he screams and staggers backward, nearly tripping over his feet. "GHOST! DEVIL! GOD HELP ME!"

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thirdinhisclass January 5 2008, 19:25:38 UTC
This? This is Melchior trying valiantly not to laugh. He manages to smother it, though, and just says, "Honestly, Georg. God doesn't exist."

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giveme_yourhand January 5 2008, 19:28:42 UTC
Moritz smirks a little, highly amused. "Well, that was even better than I was hoping for. Hello, Georg." He rolls his eyes at Melchior and pokes lightly at his friend's shoulder, "You're no help, you know."

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sceltwarlord January 5 2008, 19:29:22 UTC
Have a grinny Warlord, looking vaguely amused and holding a bowl of cookie batter, but seeming more focused on eating it than actually cooking with it. "You look a little lost, boyo."

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justgeorg January 5 2008, 19:36:50 UTC
He's a little startled by the greeting, but he recovers smoothly (or so he thinks) and strolls toward him, smiling a little awkwardly. "Yes, I am. I was going to my piano teacher's home and I seem to have wound up... not there. If you could tell me how to get back, I'd appreciate it."

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sceltwarlord January 5 2008, 19:39:04 UTC
Khardeen looks amused, has another taste of cookie batter, then vanishes the bowl and stands up, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Piano teacher? That sounds dull." Then he grimaces. "Eh. But sorry to say there really isn't a way back from here. You're as stuck as the rest of us." A slightly apologetic smile.

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justgeorg January 5 2008, 19:58:47 UTC
That bowl was just there. He isn't crazy. His eyes go a little wide and he looks between Khardeen and his hands. Really, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if he died of a heart attack before the day is out, with the way things are going around here. "What just happened to that bowl?" The fact that he's stuck here seems to slip by unnoticed, but really his mind is starting to pick that piece of information apart and sort out just how, exactly, it should make him feel.

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eyrienprince January 5 2008, 19:33:59 UTC
Lucivar is currently in his usual position - that is, sprawled on the couch, but when the door opens, he sits up and looks around, then gives a dry little smile at the confused looking Georg, taking the oppurtunity to stretch his batlike wings a little. "Huh. You look confused, so that means you probably just arrived."

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justgeorg January 5 2008, 19:42:11 UTC
"I -- uh -- arrived, yes -- youhavewings." His eyes go a bit wider and he steps forward, mind scrambling. Okay, maybe he fell and hit his head -- yes! And now he's unconscious and having strange, unconscious person sorts of dreams. This thought relieves him (though perhaps he should be more concerned about lying unconscious in the woods somewhere), and he steps toward Lucivar.

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eyrienprince January 5 2008, 19:47:29 UTC
Lucivar's eyes narrow a little and he eyes Georg a little warily and stands up, wings half spread. "Yeah..." he says slowly. It's been a while since he met anyone who made an issue of his wings, so it takes him a moment to remember. "Oh - right. I'm Eyrien." He raises his eyebrows at Georg. "Just arrived - huh. You're in for a lot of surprises, I'm afraid." He sounds a little amused, as as far as he's concerned, his wings are the least of the strange things about this place.

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justgeorg January 5 2008, 20:28:00 UTC
"I'm -- I'm Georg," he replies a little shakily, eyes fixed on this person's wings. "Where'd you get wings from?" He's impressed with himself -- his dreams are never this exciting.

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