The television had been dominated by people arguing about who was going to be the next king or queen of the country pretty much non-stop for days now, so Hyacinthe had retreated to his room to find something else to do. As entertaining as the television was ('twas like a world of plays on command!), he had noticed that a great deal of it could be ( Read more... )

After his conversation with Gratuity in class yesterday, Hyacinthe had several new things to look up on the Wikipedia. He'd started keeping a mental list of concepts to read up on during conversations, so he wasn't constantly interrupting with questions. Of course, his research tended to get interrupted by needing to read other articles to explain ( Read more... )

So, the last time I did one of these, Karla had only one child, Kathy was alive, and Hyacinthe wasn't on the island yet. And since three things makes an infopost, here we go!

( Hyacinthe, Anasztaizia's son )

And, just as suddenly as the bout of Fandom whimsy had taken hold of Hyacinthe, it let go, leaving a naked boy on the bed where there had been a pretty flower in an earthenware pot just a few moments ago. Hya sat up, carefully felt himself all over to make sure he was properly himself and not missing any key bits, and tried to wrap his mind around ( Read more... )

So, for the next week, I'm going to have practically no time at all. So my kids are either transformed (teddy bear, with modding rights to the wonderful vdistinctive and whoisalicewhite if she'd back in time) or off doing their own thing (ruling a country and/or eating people). I'll see y'all after the 4th!

Hyacinthe was whistling a song that had been going around Night's Doorstep right before he'd left, a fairly bawdy song about a highborn lady with an insatiable appetite for her footmen and maids. He was packing for the week in the odd huts, which meant he had the majority of his clothing out to pack. He didn't have a whole lot of clothing to his ( Read more... )

Hyacinthe was dicing with Emile and several other members of his crew when a familiar carriage pulled up in the street outside. Brown and gold with a sheaf of corn on the crest, it was a carriage that Hyacinthe saw far too infrequently. "Phèdre!" he said, tossing the dice to the table with little care. A four and a three, his Tsingani luck holding ( Read more... )

Elua's balls, this is would give an Siovalese lordling a conniption! *A man's merry laughter, followed by him clearing his throat.* I am told that anyone who wishes to speak to me may do so through this contraption. Pray leave your name, a number of some sort, and your message, and I shall endeavor to find you to carry on the conversation.

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