001~ If ever I did dream of such a matter

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

‘Sblood! [Hello Plane- I bet you all wanted a sudden swearing Emilia today, didn’t you?]

[…Well, unfortunately she’s just arrived anyway; and now she’ll just be looking rather stunned and just on the edge of panic- because seventeenth century boats do not usually suddenly become great big starry places. But luckily the faint panic only lasts a few seconds before she smoothes her great, big dress down and takes a huge gulp of air] Come now, there be no use in losing my senses; even if some Diablo hast bespelled my being to purgatory. I must keep my mind if bearing this strange indignity is proper.

[She pauses a second and then laces her hands together; lifting her head back to examine the stars] I must be bespelled to dream of this land; I can see the Lode-star before me but it is not tied to that place away from this dream. A truly strange land; t’would drive any who saw it to ravings of ecstasy. [A pause and then she lowers her head; a oddly sad expression on her face] …T’would drive most who saw it to ravings.

[She pauses for another few moments; her face slightly bitter- and then her shoulders lift in a sigh as she takes a small step forward and lifts her head up high again- best to try and forget such troubles when a whole host of them have popped up!] These stars… I wouldst call it gods blessed; if’t I did not suspect the dark hand of some devil in its making. I must be cautious on this matter- must find reasons for these strange travels.

[She still doesn’t start yelling though; instead she just stands there for a few seconds and then turns in a slow circle- before halting again and looking back down slowly; her face is now fairly calm; fairly blank- most panic hidden if not erased] …Blessed folk of the stars; dost ye hear my speech? Wouldst ye love me still if I expressed my desire to find myself free?

[…Yeah, she’ll just be standing there and waiting for an answer to her questions- feel free to chuck things at her!]

Comments

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[He's a bit blown away from her speech, BUT]

Leaving isn't hard...if that's what you want to do.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[In RS, Shakespeare eat YOU~]

...Ye dost not have the seeming of a blessed one; though I wouldst not know anything of your true seemings. Pardon mine foolish fancies.

'Tis a pressing desire.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Nah, I'm not blessed.

You just need to think about going home, and you just...will. It's kinda like taking a step.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

...Perhaps not.

'Tis a simple matter of strolling? How simple; perhaps befitting of complexity.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

It takes a bit to get used to, but it's pretty handy.

...Hey, are you Royalty, or something?

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

...Has some rhyme to it? Most seems to have been bedevilled from proper places.

[She starts to laugh at that and then holds herself back; raising a hand to cover her growing smirk] Royalty? 'Tis not a title I would venture; but a maidservant- little more, little less.

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

...

Are you trying to be Shakespeare?

If you are, you're not doing a very good job. I can still tell you're speaking English.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, have a rather blank glance at that]

...I know not of the gentleman; doth he rule these lands?

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

Uh, no? He's an old guy who wrote lots of plays? You know, the ones that practically aren't English anymore? You sound just like them. Except maybe a little better.

((OOC: Sorry for the late tag!))

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[Yep, she'll be continuing to give him a blank stare- since everybody speaks like this in her day] ...I doth not know of what you speak; 'Tis a common tongue for most men. My apologies; but I must confess to confusion.

[OOC: No, no that's perfectly fine <3]

[invisobillity.livejournal.com]

[...Tongues? Yeah, no clue what you're saying.]

Okay, let me try and say this in a way you'll understand.

To be or not to be, that is the question! Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Alas, poor Yorick, we barely knew ye! What light through yonder window breaks?

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[...She may now be biting her cheek rather severely; she shall resist the urge to laugh at all costs!]

...Sir, hast you ingested some poison to make you behave as you are?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[he has his two favourite things: his teddy bear and a glass of wine] Oh, there isn't anyone devilish so far as I've met, though I wouldn't say everyone here is blessed.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[She gives the teddy bear a rather puzzled glance but finds her mouth lifting into a small smile at the wine- yayz wine!] 'Tis said that a fair few devils are hidden; are there any blessed ones?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

I met an individual who I rather thought was an angel. I don't know that it's true, but it's what I thought. How do you do? I'm Sebastian.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

Why, 'tis hardly a sin to dream on angels- at least thee do think on them; as is proper. [A small and rather polite smile] I be Emilia; what calling doth this land bear?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Sebastian looks down at his bear, then manages to untangle her English. Shakespeare isn't as ubiquitously taught in his time] Oh! It's called the Astral Plane. For the stars, I suppose.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[She waits patiently; and then glances up at the stars- the pollution isn't as bad on the sea so she's seem most of them before but... Still! Shiny!] A god blessed place?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Isn't everywhere? Except, of course, Hell, but if it were something Infernal I'm sure I would have noticed by now.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

...Some lands are not as blessed. There be no devils here?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

All on Earth all. And I don't think so. I'm not a priest, so I don't know how to check.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

Depends on those that frequent the shores. Be there any men of god blessed clarity under these lights?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

No, thank God. Crashing into Monsignor Bell in the Botanic Gardens was awful enough. If they can't leave me Oxford, I can at least have this place. I wonder what year you might be from. Dorian is only a few decades before me, but some are centuries separate.

[flawless-genius.livejournal.com]

[Firesong has been watching the whole thing. He is amused] Lovely performance. You must be rather popular in some circles. If all you wish to do is leave, that is accomplished with a mere thought.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[She watches him in return; a faint frown creasing her brow] ...'Tis not my place to be beloved. But a thought? 'Tis that base?