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Jan. 10th, 2014 10:43 pm
[personal profile] bellbound
[Mogget is writing from his temporary abode in the attic of one of the houses in Märchen. It's where he keeps his few belongings — except the lamp, of course, that's hidden. It's also occupied, but the inhabitants are currently unaware that they have a reluctant djinni living in their attic.]

Dear Thief,

I hope you are enjoying your pilfered fish. Rest assured, when I catch you I shall swallow you whole.

Regards,
Genie of the Lamp




[ooc: Open to action if anyone wants to discover Mogget in their house!]

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Dec. 26th, 2013 02:28 pm
under_the_wire: (overworked)
[personal profile] under_the_wire
Especially with winter upon us so suddenly, I find myself with little to keep me busy. The people here are kind enough, especially now that they seem content with the flowers I give them and aren't trying to poke me in the eye or pull my hair anymore, but playing the kind benefactor isn't exactly a role I'm suited to.

Has anyone given any thought to running a business? Ruling a town? Anything that might require a clerk or a secretary? There is no paper on my desk save for that I've chosen to put there myself and I'm quite out of my element.

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Dec. 14th, 2013 06:12 pm
pishirogane: (Solitude)
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Since this is the widely available method in which to reach the others who have come here, I will make use of it. I understand people are still settling into Märchenstraße in order to fulfill these roles thrust upon us and my friend and I are able to further assist.

Where we've taken residency, there is a library that holds the various faerie tales and myths we've become part of. Should you wish to know the details of your character and the story they are from, we are willing to oblige in answering these questions.


[Message down, Naoto lowers her quill and looks around at the books she currently has stacked. Perfectly content to not visit town for a while again.]

[OOC: Kanji or Naoto will be answering.]

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Dec. 12th, 2013 04:36 pm
sciencewhizard: (Default)
[personal profile] sciencewhizard
[ Insert a bunch of equation balancing up here - scratched out attempts and so on. ]

10NaHCO3 + 15C2H4O2 = 2H2O + 20CO2 + 10C2H3NaO2

[ Have some scribbles of Wally adding up molar masses of individual elements into the compounds. ]

1M NaHCO3 = 84 g
1M C2H4O2 = 60 g
1M H2O = 18 g
1M CO2 = 44 g
1M C2H3NaO2 = 82 g

840 g Baking Soda + 900 g Acetic Acid = 36 g Water + 880 g Carbon Dioxide + 820 g Sodium Acetate

If distilled vinegar is 5-8% acetic acid, that means you need 11250-18000 g of distilled vinegar for a complete reaction.

1 kg baking soda needs 13.39-21.43 kg of distilled vinegar.

Now where do I get that?

[ Someone should really question Wally's goals here. ]
gardienne: (cheeky smile)
[personal profile] gardienne
[Eponine, having settled a little bit, has eventually gotten round to opening her book. Having never had one all to herself before, she settles down to practise her writing, quite oblivious that her writing could be seen by everybody else.]

My name is Éponine.

My name is Éponine Jondrette.

The Little Match Girl. The Little Match Girl.

It is a strang thing to write on the book, but per haps they think it is me.

They giv me matches.

I do not want to sell matches.

I had a bisckit today.

I will find a sossige and musturd tumorrow.
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[ For the residents of Märchenstraße, and all the land surrounding it, the eighth of December was a day to look forward to. Looking at it from an outside perspective, strangers and travelers could easily assume it to be a holiday. At the very least, a day for a festival, if a modest one. A day that shopkeeps spent all morning preparing for, that all manner of creatures spent days traveling to the city to witness. They'd heard the talk that passed around, the rumors from those still left. But would it work? No one knew for sure, no matter how confident the stories seemed to be. But hope was very quickly becoming all they had left.

They had decorated the whole town. Streamers, banners, wreathes and garland made of autumn flowers, plus whatever the Fairy Godmother had cooked up. Oh, she was just giddy. No skepticism could be spoken around her, not if you wanted to escape the wrath of her wand! Rumor had it that she had caught wind of a few piglets squealing about the likelihood that their magic would fail, and that they were subsequently transformed into the band of musicians who could be found performing in the park.

Well, at least the music was festive.

Of course, the decorations weren't for the newcomers alone. Autumn was coming to a close in just a few weeks, and Old Man Winter would take the reigns like he did every year, and their weather would turn cold and harsh. The chill was already there, cool and biting when the wind picked up speed. Lady Autumn was much preferred to the citizens of the city with her gentle nature, even if she failed to show up, finishing her work in the orchards instead. That was what they liked about her.

It was mid-morning when Father Time was found outside of his tower, checking one of the numerous pocket watches he kept on his person. "Unnecessary, but comfortable," he called them, and closed the watch again. It was twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and where empty space had been just seconds before, now they were. Sitting on benches, lying in flower patches, scattered about the city and outside of the gates in peaceful slumber. They would awaken to the bells of the clock tower. Some, to many friendly and relieved faces all around them, some to grateful ones carrying gifts of food and clothing and magic, and some to fearful, cautious faces. Regardless of how the town treated them, they would awaken to a celebration of their arrival, and choices to be made, and the books. Each and every one. ]

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