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a royal introduction [Mar. 5th, 2007|12:44 am]
The Ramble
[Current Location |the kitchen]
[mood |tiredtired]
[music |wind]

Hello everyone. I am Maril Thassrai-- Princess Maril in the language most of you speak-- and the rest of my various names and titles are too long and silly to list. I was born and lived most of my life so far at Mayin Hall, the seat of the Nevean monarchy, Nevea being the swamp province in the west of Insignaea, Insignaea being- well, you all probably know already.

What else to say... I am a daughter of famous fathers and I love riding horses more than almost anything. And, in the tradition of Insignaean royalty, I'm rather undereducated. Or at least miseducated. I can, however, quote at least a line from every poet Insignaea ever produced.

I hope we will all continue to live together in relative happiness and peace.
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Sparrow dear... [Feb. 2nd, 2007|11:18 pm]
The Ramble
[Current Location |my room]
[mood |calmcalm]
[music |the tune of a small guitar...]

It's time I told you: I'm ending it. What we have, whatever it is, is finished. Yes, I do realize what this means. No more sexy breakfasts or shower olympics, or coffee royals, or impromptu whipped cream wars, or mid-December lawn tennis, or, you know, that thing we did with the lit candles. No more any of that. We had a good run, while it lasted. Best of luck, Bitch.

And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,-- you your Art...

Oscar Wilde
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knock, knock [Jan. 22nd, 2007|01:16 am]
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[Current Location |your front porch]
[mood |exhaustedexhausted]
[music |something rustling in the bushes]

Name's Fred Steller, I'm a homeless musician, please dear kind people, take me in and give me a sandwich.
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(no subject) [Nov. 7th, 2006|10:28 pm]
The Ramble
[Current Location |basement]
[music |the grinding stone]


You do not have a doctor at your residence. Let me remedy that. I am a very Good Doctor, I can fix anything.

I also have your girl, she is in the sack.
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crisis averted, probably. [Oct. 13th, 2006|12:59 am]
The Ramble
[mood |satisfiedsatisfied]
[music |some shitty Frank Sinatra]

Yeeeaaaah. So. Um, Oliver, Vivian says he wants to talk to you in private.
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a joyous occasion [Sep. 25th, 2006|01:57 pm]
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[mood |crazyalready half-drunk, probably]
[music |the giant worms of Queensland]


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Sort of a problem. [Sep. 21st, 2006|04:36 pm]
The Ramble
[Current Location |the kitchen]
[mood |boredbored]
[music |something scratching in the walls]

Okay. Since Vivian and his Mhirai-critter have barricaded themselves in the basement to await the apocalypse or something, we do not have a cook for the time being. Therefore, the wedding feast will have to consist of soda crackers, tinned tomatoes, and whatever's in that jar I found in the back of the pantry. Also, there will be no cake. Not that I especially care, you understand.
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Sparrow's Nuts? [Sep. 15th, 2006|12:48 am]
The Ramble
[Current Location |the front parlor]
[mood |frustratedfrustrated]
[music |wind...?]

All right, Baynesiver. You two need to tell me exactly what it is you've done to Vivian, because frankly I'm worried. Ever since this baby/wedding stuff started, he's been going around muttering about 'inauspiciousness' and 'Si Ayembe' and the 'Calendar of Madness' and making funny hand signs. And he also seems to be hoarding round objects. And he won't have sex with me. Obviously something is amiss here.
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planning [Sep. 11th, 2006|08:10 pm]
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[Current Location |foyer]
[mood |excitedexcited]
[music |rain against the window]

*standing in the middle of a huge pile of fake flowers and ribbons and general silky things in the main foyer, yelling through the magical house-wide inter-com system he just installed*

SO! Ladies and not-so ladies, there is a wedding to plan! And a baby to get ready to freak out about! I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU GUYS, BUT THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS. I've been in tons of weddings before back at the Palace, and at this rate, ours is going to suck a fucking lot. SO LET'S SEE SOME MOVING AND SHAKING! *starts sorting through the decorations and wot*
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Requiring an answer. [Sep. 5th, 2006|09:34 pm]
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[mood |scaredscared]
[music |rain on the roof]

Oliver, I need you to tell me at once that you will marry me. There is nothing else for you but to have the child and remain unwed, or... I daren't say it, but you know that it's monstrous and impossible. I cannot wait longer. Please tell me.
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