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Jul. 30th, 2013 03:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitchen_maidIt scandalizes the Court, a little, that Her Majesty the Queen tends to cart the Princes (when they are very small) around in what are (if one wants to be technical about it) marketing baskets lined with very soft blankets.
On the other hand, it has made Messrs. Upsett and Twining, Basketmakers, By Appointment to His Majesty King Algernon, exceedingly happy, as marketing basket business has been very good, and everyone wants one just like the one the newest Prince is currently dozing in.
Amy finds it convenient, and as her son is safe and comfortable, she's not too fussed with anything beyond that. And it does make it ever so easy to take HRH George visiting at the end of the Universe.
Besides, it was good enough for Moses.
So, one Queen settled on a sofa, with one eight-day-old Prince sleeping in his marketing basket and under his Royal Mama's watchful eye.
[OOC: Slowness and intermittence possible.]
On the other hand, it has made Messrs. Upsett and Twining, Basketmakers, By Appointment to His Majesty King Algernon, exceedingly happy, as marketing basket business has been very good, and everyone wants one just like the one the newest Prince is currently dozing in.
Amy finds it convenient, and as her son is safe and comfortable, she's not too fussed with anything beyond that. And it does make it ever so easy to take HRH George visiting at the end of the Universe.
Besides, it was good enough for Moses.
So, one Queen settled on a sofa, with one eight-day-old Prince sleeping in his marketing basket and under his Royal Mama's watchful eye.
[OOC: Slowness and intermittence possible.]
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Jul. 22nd, 2013 04:24 pmkitchen_maidAt some point today, an ornate gold easel appears in the bar, holding a large, incredibly official-looking parchment, complete with several impressively flourished signatures and a few gold wax seals. It reads:
Her Majesty Queen Amethyst of Ambergeldar
was safely delivered of a son
at 4:24 in the afternoon today.
Her Majesty and her child are both doing well.
Her Majesty Queen Amethyst of Ambergeldar
was safely delivered of a son
at 4:24 in the afternoon today.
Her Majesty and her child are both doing well.
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Jul. 8th, 2013 08:37 pmkitchen_maidAmy received, along with her hot chocolate and slice of pizza, The Penguin Book of Baby Names from Bar this evening.
Well, she supposes that's fair. She's due any day now, and she and Perry really do need to start making some proper decisions about names.
And the front cover says she will "find the name you and your baby will love forever," which certainly sounds promising.
Amy opens the book at random and reads Peaches. English name based on the name of the fruit.
Huh.
"'Peaches'? Who names a baby after fruit?"
Well, she supposes that's fair. She's due any day now, and she and Perry really do need to start making some proper decisions about names.
And the front cover says she will "find the name you and your baby will love forever," which certainly sounds promising.
Amy opens the book at random and reads Peaches. English name based on the name of the fruit.
Huh.
"'Peaches'? Who names a baby after fruit?"
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Jul. 4th, 2013 07:14 pmnever_shall_yieldJavert found the lake area a few days ago. He has spent most nights out there since, relieved beyond measure to find a normal night sky. Tonight, he has found a way up onto the roof. Perhaps it should be frightening, standing so high again - but no. He paces along the very edge, as he always has, one foot angled so there is only air beneath it, and his face turned up to the sky.
He will be in the bar later, sitting in a corner where he cannot see the Window.
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Jun. 25th, 2013 07:16 pmbadinlatinThe bar door opens wide and hits its baseboards with a slam, a blur of brown leather somersaulting in to land on the floor.
At least when he lands, he still has both pistol and honest-to-Fozu bag of platinum.
...but Mal might need to stay on the floor. Just for a minute.
"Ow."
[ooc: heading off to bed.]
At least when he lands, he still has both pistol and honest-to-Fozu bag of platinum.
...but Mal might need to stay on the floor. Just for a minute.
"Ow."
[ooc: heading off to bed.]
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Jun. 6th, 2013 09:09 pmkitchen_maidAmy went to say hello to Bar and ask for tea this evening, and read the explanatory screen with interest.
As she is, however, approximately eight months into a "systems task not to be interrupted," she did receive any transformation options.
But she did toss a brooch she's never been particularly fond of into the furnace. And is now at a table is attempting to figure out the intricacies of tinker toys.
As she is, however, approximately eight months into a "systems task not to be interrupted," she did receive any transformation options.
But she did toss a brooch she's never been particularly fond of into the furnace. And is now at a table is attempting to figure out the intricacies of tinker toys.
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Jun. 6th, 2013 07:42 pmcutting_edgex23X slips into the main bar from her room in the Staff hallway.
The silence -- and lack of cats -- was worth not having to go back to Paris just yet.
Soon. When she is better.
In the meantime, she makes her way to a corner table, stopping briefly at Bar to order something for dinner.
Spaghetti is an old comfort food, and when combined with a root beer float it is one of the best.
Go figure.
The silence -- and lack of cats -- was worth not having to go back to Paris just yet.
Soon. When she is better.
In the meantime, she makes her way to a corner table, stopping briefly at Bar to order something for dinner.
Spaghetti is an old comfort food, and when combined with a root beer float it is one of the best.
Go figure.
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May. 28th, 2013 08:09 pmcutting_edgex23[OOM: In Ambergeldar, Bruce, Princess Susan, and X have a picnic. There are no teddy bears in evidence. Gingerbread houses, though, they've got those in spades.]
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Mar. 29th, 2013 09:22 pmthelizziebennet A few minutes previously, Lizzie Bennet got an official welcome to the bar. And an introduction to Bar.
Now she's feeling - well. Not quite well-adjusted, but she's coping reasonably well.
She has tea, cookies, and a decent perch from which to watch people. And what an assortment of people there is.
Come say hi to an aspiring video blogger.
Now she's feeling - well. Not quite well-adjusted, but she's coping reasonably well.
She has tea, cookies, and a decent perch from which to watch people. And what an assortment of people there is.
Come say hi to an aspiring video blogger.
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Mar. 25th, 2013 08:52 pmkitchen_maidThere are, Amy will admit, occasional advantages to the ridiculous amount of fabric that goes into one of her gowns. For one thing, it can be quite warm when one needs to be out of doors on an unseasonably cool day.
For another, it is quite handy when one is not quite ready to have the entire Court aware that the Queen is, once again, in what the Council insists on calling "a delicate condition." Which Amy does prefer to keep to herself as long as possible, because while she appreciates that one does not wish to take unnecessary chances with the woman carrying a potential -- if long shot, at this point -- heir to the throne of Ambergeldar, she's still perfectly capable of walking from her parlor to the banquet hall without assistance, thank you.
But there comes a time when yards and yards of fabric are not enough, and the news is out, and while the term baby bump won't reach Ambergeldar for centuries, Amy's has been quite the talk of the palace today. (And she had to wave off assistance from one squire, two knights, a footman, the Chancellor, and her secretary between the Council Chamber and the Royal Nursery.)
So this evening finds her quite happy to escape gossip, chatter, and unsolicited and unnecessary (if kindly meant) assistance and hide out at the end of the universe for a bit, with a pot of tea and a plate of hot cross buns.
She'd be more than happy to share.
For another, it is quite handy when one is not quite ready to have the entire Court aware that the Queen is, once again, in what the Council insists on calling "a delicate condition." Which Amy does prefer to keep to herself as long as possible, because while she appreciates that one does not wish to take unnecessary chances with the woman carrying a potential -- if long shot, at this point -- heir to the throne of Ambergeldar, she's still perfectly capable of walking from her parlor to the banquet hall without assistance, thank you.
But there comes a time when yards and yards of fabric are not enough, and the news is out, and while the term baby bump won't reach Ambergeldar for centuries, Amy's has been quite the talk of the palace today. (And she had to wave off assistance from one squire, two knights, a footman, the Chancellor, and her secretary between the Council Chamber and the Royal Nursery.)
So this evening finds her quite happy to escape gossip, chatter, and unsolicited and unnecessary (if kindly meant) assistance and hide out at the end of the universe for a bit, with a pot of tea and a plate of hot cross buns.
She'd be more than happy to share.
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Nov. 11th, 2012 08:25 pmkitchen_maidAmy is settled into a comfortable chair this evening, and has seized the opportunity to be rather un-regal and put her feet up, with her shoes in the floor beside her.
She's got her embroidery out, and is working a design of red and pink roses while watching the bar around her.
Every once in a while, she sets the hoop and fabric down, wiggles her fingers a bit, and then takes it up again.
She's got her embroidery out, and is working a design of red and pink roses while watching the bar around her.
Every once in a while, she sets the hoop and fabric down, wiggles her fingers a bit, and then takes it up again.
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Oct. 23rd, 2012 10:45 pmpeerless_thayetThayet and Amy take a break from their respective duties as Queen to discuss and explore the Royal University in Tortall.
[OOC: Milli-timed to a month or so ago.]
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Sep. 30th, 2012 11:25 amcutting_edgex23[OOM: In which there is a sacrificial page boy and a fretful ghost. And a tea party.]
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Sep. 29th, 2012 08:00 pmkitchen_maidAmy has hot chocolate, pizza, and a pile of correspondence she brought along in the hopes of getting somewhat caught up after being away from home for nearly a month.
At least, that was the plan.
Now that she's here, though, it's hard to find any enthusiasm at all for the papers on her table, so she's largely ignoring them while she looks around the bar.
After all, there's always something interesting going on at the end of the universe.
And anyway, they'll keep.
At least, that was the plan.
Now that she's here, though, it's hard to find any enthusiasm at all for the papers on her table, so she's largely ignoring them while she looks around the bar.
After all, there's always something interesting going on at the end of the universe.
And anyway, they'll keep.
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Sep. 29th, 2012 12:41 pmthe_seafarerThe days are growing shorter. The light has the crystalline quality of fall, cool air and warm sun. There's the smell of changing leaves and weather lifting on the breeze, and the water in the lake, warmed from a long, mellow summer, is clear until whipped into little rippling waves by sudden gusts.
The autumn wind comes from across the water, stronger than the gentle summer breezes, but he's well used to the lake and its shifting moods, now, and the Hope tilts joyfully against a gust that smells of fresh water and the edge of rain. Soon, the air will be cold enough to chap his hands if he doesn't wear gloves, and the water will lose its perfect clarity and turn the deep black of winter, but not yet.
Which perhaps explains why the Hope bobs, for the moment, unmanned, alone on the water, tiller tied so her nose points into the wind, sails luffing gently, while a dark golden head surfaces next to her. There's a flurry of motion as Caspian shakes water out of his ear, dips beneath the surface once more.
It'll be chilly when he pulls himself out and back onboard, but worth it; the days left where a swim is possible are swiftly dwindling in number.
The autumn wind comes from across the water, stronger than the gentle summer breezes, but he's well used to the lake and its shifting moods, now, and the Hope tilts joyfully against a gust that smells of fresh water and the edge of rain. Soon, the air will be cold enough to chap his hands if he doesn't wear gloves, and the water will lose its perfect clarity and turn the deep black of winter, but not yet.
Which perhaps explains why the Hope bobs, for the moment, unmanned, alone on the water, tiller tied so her nose points into the wind, sails luffing gently, while a dark golden head surfaces next to her. There's a flurry of motion as Caspian shakes water out of his ear, dips beneath the surface once more.
It'll be chilly when he pulls himself out and back onboard, but worth it; the days left where a swim is possible are swiftly dwindling in number.
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Aug. 27th, 2012 07:43 pmmaster_bruceBruce had been obliged to spend the day sorting out matters of business. That is, the business of Wayne Enterprises. Not the other business.
All things being equal, he'd rather be in the Batcave, or out in Gotham. But there's this stock exchange plan to scupper, and that requires at least some paperwork - Alfred had offered, but it's time he started doing it himself, really.
Milliways, then, is a welcome surprise. He wanders in straight from the front door of the manor, still in his ridiculously neat, and expensive, suit; still carrying a briefcase. Huh. Well, this is as good a place as any to get it done. It'll leave time for the other stuff later.
So. One businessman, armed with a pen, a protein shake, and some unidentifiable green stuff in a glass. He probably won't mind an interruption.
[OOC: Whoa, OK. Nearly 02:30, which definitely means slowtime is in order. Thanks so much everyone, loved them all! Will pick up on the morrow. <333]
All things being equal, he'd rather be in the Batcave, or out in Gotham. But there's this stock exchange plan to scupper, and that requires at least some paperwork - Alfred had offered, but it's time he started doing it himself, really.
Milliways, then, is a welcome surprise. He wanders in straight from the front door of the manor, still in his ridiculously neat, and expensive, suit; still carrying a briefcase. Huh. Well, this is as good a place as any to get it done. It'll leave time for the other stuff later.
So. One businessman, armed with a pen, a protein shake, and some unidentifiable green stuff in a glass. He probably won't mind an interruption.
[OOC: Whoa, OK. Nearly 02:30, which definitely means slowtime is in order. Thanks so much everyone, loved them all! Will pick up on the morrow. <333]
