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[Behold, Siren's Port, for Alouette is making her first appearance upon the network. Why? Because today she feels she has something to show off today. The video opens with a shot of the young girl standing in a hallway, adorn in a violet dress and looking pleased as punch. She speaks, of course, with a french accent.]

Bonjour, everyone, I am Alouette Emeline Mercier Bouchard! As of late I have been getting quite caught up in the holiday spirit. However, before I reveal my decorations, I have come to realize that I have a bit of a.. Problem. Perhaps someone here can answer.
[She looks a bit troubled.] You see in the world where I am from our calender is different. I was born on the thirty fourth day of the twelfth month, and it has come to my attention that there is no thirty fourth day this month. Or any month, why one even only has twenty-eight days! Really, what am I supposed to do about that? Does this mean I am going to have to be fourteen forever?

Normally I would not have a problem with this, but if I had to be stuck at a particular age, I really would prefer it be sixteen.

[Alouette is lost a moment in thought, then jumps as if she had awoken from a daydream.]

Ahem! W- Well enough of that. People of Siren's Port, prepare to feast your eyes upon a four day project from the mind of a fourteen year old racing genius!

[She holds her NV out and away from her as she pushes the doors open, revealing a ballroom. Or, rather, an upside down ballroom, the chandeliers are all pointing upward.]

Oh la la la!! [beat] la la!!

[In shock the NV is dropped, conveniently left pointed upward to show a toy race-track that covers half of the ballroom floor, with all sorts of twists, turns, loop the loops as well as many little toy decorations of trees, snow mounds, reindeer, candy canes and elves to give the appearance of the 'north pole'.]

Wh- Wh- WH- WH- WHAT IS GOING ON!! How? WH- [Completely flustered, there is only one person she can think of to blame for this madness!]

R- RECEEEETTE!!!!
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It's been such a long time since I've checked in with the network. I was going to wait for this technology problem to be over, seeing as I'm not from the cell phone generation... [Mr. Gold begins pleasantly. He's outside, the weather beautiful enough that sitting on a park bench seems like the best idea in the world.] Becoming a lurker is not very good for business. Not good at all.

[He pauses.] My pawnshop, "Crossroads", has been open for a few months, now, but we've only just finished the reconstruction on it. Something that was desperately needed, if anyone has stopped in before. I was thinking of letting it past, but some sort of celebration for it sounds nice, doesn't it? The Uzushio Ryokan has been kind enough to host this shindig for me, I'd like to invite everyone to it. We're looking at the 22nd, starting around 7:00 pm.

[He smiles slightly, shifting the cane that his legs are holding up in front of him.] Myself and my associate, Mr. Sark, have found several interesting items to put up for auction, if that will entice anyone further. [He chuckles at that.]

We're also looking for help, to expand our little "family", as it were. If you happen to have a gift for gab, maybe some experience in sales, well. Someone like that would be a welcome addition. Just contact me, Mr. Gold, on my NV, or come into the shop.

A three part text question send anonymously a few hours later. )

[ooc: Depending on your answers, Mr. Gold will invite you to an "after party" at the Uzushio Ryokan. A meeting of the minds for all the baddies out there, but if you'd like to attend by text over Mr. Gold's NV, he'll work with you on that. Party date changed to Saturday the 22nd!]
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[Willow is pointing the camera at a stuffed animal, that is... horribly repaired. The stuffing is lumpy and the stitching isn't terrible, but it's still wrong. It's also singed on one side, the eye is melted slightly and well. That poor Teddy bear.]

Okay, so after my little guy attacked me and tried to smother me on my sleep friday night, I thought it might be okay to try and repair him. But... As you can see it's... kinda gone a little floopy.

[She sighed.]

I know this is stupid and sentimental? But can someone help me put it back together? I mean, "with a wave of my magic wand~" [Sing Songed to the tune of he Fairy God Mother from Shrek 2.] and all that, but... It would just seem wrong in a way.

[She sighed again.]

Maybe I should just throw it away.

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