House Azik, Dog Lane, Port Caynn
When George returned after his trip to Chorus, he brought a note from the young sorcerer along with a stack of letters from Fandom, to Alanna's delight. Thom's short letter, along with the odd questions from her friends, did plenty to alleviate her fear of something going seriously wrong and she set to replying to her post.
Dear Xander,
Yes, without shrimp. I tried to get some for Faithful when it became evident that we were in the wrong Virginia and they had no shrimp. Your mother?! You're not even a student! And oy, maybe you can avoid telling her? Since she evidently didn't die in her world?
I don't the shamanettes is a real word, and they're actual Shaman's now and wow, how in the world did that happen? I have actually considered duck-tapping the thing together, but somehow I doubt it would hold. I probably will wind up in Fandom again at some point, since I apparently can't stay in one place for more than a few months.
Er, yeah, sorry about that. My twin decided to run some experiments and I was close enough for them to affect me. And no disappearing! I know! I was worried!
In no way time slipped,
Alanna.
P.S. Thanks for getting Bridge to respond! And...mime?
Dear Bel,
WHAT?! How/why/what is he under arrest? Never mind, I'll write to him myself.
And yup, sticking with the Belthazor express from now on. I don't think Faithful has ever complained quite that loudly.
Er...blame Thom. He was running some experiments and well, I freaked out when my letters weren't getting sent. So I tried again. And again. And again. And a few more times. Sorry about that.
Learning not to trust Portalocity,
Alanna.
P.S. Good to hear she's gone. No, don't need anyone beaten up, though George did volunteer to threaten Thom a bit.
Dear Logan,
YOU GOT ARRESTED?!
Waiting for a very, very quick response,
Alanna.
Parker,
Brother is a moron. I don't want to talk about it anymore. A new friend? Did you at least leave him your number? How's Oxford? What are you studying? Where is that anyways?
Port Caynn is lovely, and near enough for Chorus for me to get my mail but far enough to be well, far enough. Do you remember George Cooper? It's sort of his? I honestly didn't ask for any details. I figure if I don't know, I can deny all knowledge in front of the Provost. Jon is back in Chorus after becoming the Voice of the Tribes. He's going to be King, and I'm going to be that knight that goes off and does crazy things. Like turn out to be a girl.
I'll pass on your greetings, however, I doubt it will be any time soon. I'm still not very popular back in the capital.
Suddenly craving cheese,
Alanna.
Dear Isabel,
Yup, no shrimp. He spent the next week complaining. I'll hold you to that! Also, how are the dresses? Not pink or poofy, right?
From what I hear, they needed the support. Xander's mother? What was that about? I don't know, do you know a George Cooper? Where are you applying for college? (Not that I'll know any of them, but at least I can pretend to know what you're talking about?)
And yeah, I'm fine. Thom's a moron.
Scritching the cat from you,
Alanna.
P.S. I'm sorry about Antar. I can always try seeing if there's a way from my world? Not that's any help...
Dear Bridge,
It's nice to finally hear from you! I don't think I want to know what the shower thing is about, especially if Xander's mom was in any way involved.
I probably could send it to you...if I was currently on speaking terms with the brat. However, all attempts to fix it have involved explosions and minor acts of destruction. There simply doesn't seem to be a way to fix it with any normal method. I am open to ideas of other ways to mend it though!
Yeah, I'm not really sure how the school thing happened. Someday, I will look back on this and laugh. And laugh. And then laugh some more until someone finally calls for a healer.
Glad to finally hear from you,
Alanna.
Dear Aeryn,
I yours is the first bachelorette party that I've heard of where the shots were of bullets and not alcohol. I'm sorry I missed it. And you'd be suprised, there would not have been mocking of the veil. I can be very traditional when pressed. Shocking, I know.
And I'll be there. In two weeks. With no random detours to the land of no shrimp.
Looking forward to your wedding,
Alanna.
Dear Zero,
Hi to you roommate! Trust me, she could have flipped out more. And I'll be sure to do that at the nearest opportunity. Parker in the desert. Tell me there's photos. After sending out that letter, the total number of tents killed went up to ten.
Hoping college is interesting,
Alanna
[ooc: So this was supposed to go up two days ago, except I keeled over due to exhaustion. Smaaaart. Due to where Alanna is living right now, replies to letters will be much more prompt for the next...well, while she's here. Replies can go here, la.]
Dear Xander,
Yes, without shrimp. I tried to get some for Faithful when it became evident that we were in the wrong Virginia and they had no shrimp. Your mother?! You're not even a student! And oy, maybe you can avoid telling her? Since she evidently didn't die in her world?
I don't the shamanettes is a real word, and they're actual Shaman's now and wow, how in the world did that happen? I have actually considered duck-tapping the thing together, but somehow I doubt it would hold. I probably will wind up in Fandom again at some point, since I apparently can't stay in one place for more than a few months.
Er, yeah, sorry about that. My twin decided to run some experiments and I was close enough for them to affect me. And no disappearing! I know! I was worried!
In no way time slipped,
Alanna.
P.S. Thanks for getting Bridge to respond! And...mime?
Dear Bel,
WHAT?! How/why/what is he under arrest? Never mind, I'll write to him myself.
And yup, sticking with the Belthazor express from now on. I don't think Faithful has ever complained quite that loudly.
Er...blame Thom. He was running some experiments and well, I freaked out when my letters weren't getting sent. So I tried again. And again. And again. And a few more times. Sorry about that.
Learning not to trust Portalocity,
Alanna.
P.S. Good to hear she's gone. No, don't need anyone beaten up, though George did volunteer to threaten Thom a bit.
Dear Logan,
YOU GOT ARRESTED?!
Waiting for a very, very quick response,
Alanna.
Parker,
Brother is a moron. I don't want to talk about it anymore. A new friend? Did you at least leave him your number? How's Oxford? What are you studying? Where is that anyways?
Port Caynn is lovely, and near enough for Chorus for me to get my mail but far enough to be well, far enough. Do you remember George Cooper? It's sort of his? I honestly didn't ask for any details. I figure if I don't know, I can deny all knowledge in front of the Provost. Jon is back in Chorus after becoming the Voice of the Tribes. He's going to be King, and I'm going to be that knight that goes off and does crazy things. Like turn out to be a girl.
I'll pass on your greetings, however, I doubt it will be any time soon. I'm still not very popular back in the capital.
Suddenly craving cheese,
Alanna.
Dear Isabel,
Yup, no shrimp. He spent the next week complaining. I'll hold you to that! Also, how are the dresses? Not pink or poofy, right?
From what I hear, they needed the support. Xander's mother? What was that about? I don't know, do you know a George Cooper? Where are you applying for college? (Not that I'll know any of them, but at least I can pretend to know what you're talking about?)
And yeah, I'm fine. Thom's a moron.
Scritching the cat from you,
Alanna.
P.S. I'm sorry about Antar. I can always try seeing if there's a way from my world? Not that's any help...
Dear Bridge,
It's nice to finally hear from you! I don't think I want to know what the shower thing is about, especially if Xander's mom was in any way involved.
I probably could send it to you...if I was currently on speaking terms with the brat. However, all attempts to fix it have involved explosions and minor acts of destruction. There simply doesn't seem to be a way to fix it with any normal method. I am open to ideas of other ways to mend it though!
Yeah, I'm not really sure how the school thing happened. Someday, I will look back on this and laugh. And laugh. And then laugh some more until someone finally calls for a healer.
Glad to finally hear from you,
Alanna.
Dear Aeryn,
I yours is the first bachelorette party that I've heard of where the shots were of bullets and not alcohol. I'm sorry I missed it. And you'd be suprised, there would not have been mocking of the veil. I can be very traditional when pressed. Shocking, I know.
And I'll be there. In two weeks. With no random detours to the land of no shrimp.
Looking forward to your wedding,
Alanna.
Dear Zero,
Hi to you roommate! Trust me, she could have flipped out more. And I'll be sure to do that at the nearest opportunity. Parker in the desert. Tell me there's photos. After sending out that letter, the total number of tents killed went up to ten.
Hoping college is interesting,
Alanna
[ooc: So this was supposed to go up two days ago, except I keeled over due to exhaustion. Smaaaart. Due to where Alanna is living right now, replies to letters will be much more prompt for the next...well, while she's here. Replies can go here, la.]