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.

[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.

[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.

[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]

[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.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, have a rather blank glance at that]

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

[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?

[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?

[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?

[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.

[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]

...Perhaps not.

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

[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.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

...Thank the heavens for small virtues; I dost not wish to be lectured in all lands about what curses my sins have brought. What time? What place? What blessed ruler?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

I know. [someone who can empathize both with Sebastian's obsession with religion and his desire to run from it. It's a pleasant surprise] I myself am from the summer of 1922, Anno Domini. Mister Dorian Gray is from some time prior to the passing of Queen Victoria, I believe. I met someone whose world was dated by the stars.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[Emilia gives him a slightly shocked look for a few seconds before she covers it up; it is rarer in her day to find anybody even the slightest bit against religion- it's quite the shock] ...1922? By the lord; that is near [A quick pause as she calculates] my, 300 or so years after my time- do you speak truth?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

I do, or at least as far as I know it. The 1600's would explain a very great deal - your dress, I mean, and the way you speak. It would be such a surprise were I wrong about my year.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[She glances down at her dress for a few moments and then up at his clothes... Hrm, interesting] perhaps, 'twould be cursed if thou didst not have knowledge of your own place.

...How be thou world?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Dull, generally. It's England. I love the gardens at Oxford. It's a beautiful place in summer and spring.