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Jan. 17th, 2014 07:25 pm
volcanic: (exposition)
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I can't believe this. I've been here for two weeks and the 'fairy tale' thing hasn't worn off yet. How many bridges do I have to cross, anyway? It was only one in the story.

[ There's the distinct possibility that Iceland misunderstood what it means to take on his fairy tale role. But he really, really doesn't want to be a goat boy any longer. ]

On top of that, one of my sweaters is missing. Just what kind of place is this? It better not be those geese who took it...
springlamb: (four little buds)
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[It's a bright and sunny afternoon on the 16th, and the town has become increasingly concerned over the items disappearing all over the place! In fact, it seems like things have just gotten worse over the last week or so; there's talk of entire dish sets going missing, or every single one of someone's coats. It's not just the animals at this point, though speaking of animals...

Lamb is currently consoling a poor man who seems to have lost not only his cart - with all of his wares, at that - but his horse along with it!]


(OOC: As always, you are not required to interact with Lamb or any NPCs, so don't feel you have to! You can simply use this as a sign that you can have larger items disappear. Some more observant characters may find a faint sheen of fairy dust at one crime scene, or perhaps a muddy footprint or three at another. Whoever's behind all this is getting a little more sloppy the bigger their target items get.)

Jan. 8th, 2014 07:39 pm
ordinaryanimals: (geese)
[personal profile] ordinaryanimals
[It's a cloudy mid-morning on THURSDAY, JANUARY 9, and the town is bustling as always. Many people are quite excited about the second batch of new arrivals; though they're not getting quite the celebration the first round got, they still might find themselves being greeted by bizarrely friendly folk.

Out of place is a number of geese scattered around town, each with their own little messenger bag packed full of rolled up parchment. They're putting the papers up all over, on fence posts and market stalls and storefronts, even stuffing them into mailboxes and leaving them on benches. Each paper is nearly identical, with large, blocky font and the occasional inky feather mark.

LOST
SEVERAL ITEMS OF GREAT IMPORT

SOMEONE HAS STOLEN FROM OUR HOMES THE FOLLOWING THINGS

ONE GOOSE-SIZED NIGHT CAP
THREE TEACUPS (PINK AND YELLOW FISH PRINT)
EXACTLY SEVEN AND A QUARTER LEFT SOCKS
AN APPLE CRUMBLE

IF FOUND PLEASE CONTACT
ADELICIA VON FARTHINGTON (THE FIFTH)
AT THE NORTH BANK OF THE LAKE


If stopped, the geese will be more than happy to talk at great length about how terrible this all is. Strangely, there appear to be a few other people and animals poking around as though looking for something, or acting a bit sullen for such an otherwise joyful day.]

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Dec. 14th, 2013 06:12 pm
pishirogane: (Solitude)
[personal profile] pishirogane
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.]

❖ 001

Dec. 14th, 2013 11:16 am
direhit: (pic#5368614)
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[So, it's been a couple of days. Mei's mostly wandered around town in that time, trying to get her bearings and figuring out where things are, as well as trying to deal with the uncontrollable new effects she received with this role (unsuccessfully I might add). But unfortunately, she has yet to find an answer the one thing that's been really bugging her.]

Does anyone know of a place around here where I could go and research some fairy tales? I've been looking around this place for answers or some sort of hint as to who this Alice is, but I can't find anything! And it's not a name from a fairytale that I recognize from home.

How am I supposed to play Alice if I can't figure out what role she has in her story?

[Yup. Role. That's a actress mindset for you!]

timefather: (II)
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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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