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About this community [05 Feb 2012|08:37am]

This is the in-character community for a Livejournal-based Changeling: The Dreaming game I GMed from April 2004 to June 2005.

Nothing in here is real. If you the reader think that it is, or that you, or any of the authors of these posts, are an actual changeling as described in White Wolf's Changeling: The Dreaming, seek professional help.

Week 38, Friday 5/21/2004: Rowan Academy Spring Ball [09 Jun 2005|08:19am]

[ mood | romantic and formal ]

The gymnasium in Redwood is gaily decorated with flowers, pastel streamers and glittering ornaments of various shapes suspended from the ceiling. A chimerical tapestry with the image of a rampant gryphon on it hangs prominently, its colors glowing to faerie sight with the Glamour only dreams can give. Soft music issues from the speakers of a sound system against one wall.

A table covered with a dark green cloth rests against another wall; on it are neatly arranged plastic goblets, a large crystal bowl of punch, and silver platters holding a number of kinds of confections – cookies, cakes, brownies, and other assorted sweets - as well as savory treats such as phyllo dough squares, canapes, and other hors d'oeuvres. A stack of gaily-colored plates and flatware rests on one corner of the table. To faerie sight, the clear plastic goblets are transformed to elegant crystal, the plates and crockery to delicate china and silverware, each piece of the latter ornamented with a tiny chimerical emerald in the handle. The gym is transformed into something out of a faerie tale, the lights throwing a soft, flattering glow on the parquet floor and marble columns.

Clad in an elaborate gown of lavender silk, her silver hair bound up with a string of amethysts, Lady Illyrie herself offers her greetings to the attendees. Beside her, Lord Julien, looking elegant in a black tuxedo, greets the incoming students with a bit less formality, though more effusiveness, than the headmistress.

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The Letter [01 Jun 2005|03:54pm]

[ mood | sad ]

Rita-Anne should have been in her room, but she was too miserable to be there. Besides, Terry would be there, and Terry was the last person she wanted to see right now. He'd just say "it's all for the best," or "it's part of your duty," or even "Oh, grow up, Rita-Anne! It's not like we haven't done this before." So she did her crying in the common’s room, and was pretty sure that no one would be around to hear her.

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Blindfold [19 May 2005|05:53pm]

Merry knocked on Ash's door, the hall seeming still at the late hour.

the piskey was dressed in her practice outfit and had a gym bag.
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Sunday afternoon, Week 34, Blackwillow hall kitchenette. [19 May 2005|05:18pm]
Willy is working on his usual Sunday supper, happily humming as he mashes up the potatoes and adds in sourcream and butter to them. The smell permiates the hall as he goes along with his cooking. "Well I hope the people interested in cooking lessons show for desert day." He thinks to himself as he works along.
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Thursday of the Current week, outside the room of Horus and Willy in the evening. [19 May 2005|11:17am]

[ mood | nervous ]

Alexi nervously bites his lower lip for a moment and then goes up and knocks on the door for the room that Willy and Horus share. One of his hooves tap nervously at the floor as he waits for the door to be answered.

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Week 34, in the residence halls [05 May 2005|09:27am]

[ mood | excited ]

Notes on pale green paper, written in a feminine hand with floral-scented ink, are found slipped under the following doors: Spindle, Freida, Ash, Merry, Tommy Lee, Peri, Vincent, Darian, and any of the twins' other friends. A note is also hand-delivered to Aki by Galatea in the hall, with an admonition not to tell Aidan about its contents.

Inside, the note reads...Collapse )

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Week 34: In Chimerical Shop Class [27 Apr 2005|01:31am]

[ mood | curious ]

Helli, with her hair tied up with a purple ribbon, walks over to Gudge. "Hi. I hear you're putting together a robotics competition. Is it true?"

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Some Time Durring Week 34: Late Evening, Outside Gudge and Longshadow's Room or How To Woo A Sluagh [25 Apr 2005|12:33am]

Xandros makes his way down the hall, trying to be as silent as he can. He is carrying a large envelope marked "To Longshadow" which he slips under the sluagh's door. Inside are several mix cd's and a simple note that reads, "Longshadow, I thought you would enjoy these. They're a mix of my favorites. - Alexandros"
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Week 30-something... late Sunday night, chimerical shop room [23 Apr 2005|04:05am]

Spindle rubs at his face, his eyes bleary and bloodshot. The furthest-most workbench from the door has been commandeered by his materials and tools, and the blueprints tacked in multiple layers on the wall.

What the fuck am I doing?

He lets his hands fall away. Staring bleakly at the half-rebuilt Monadic Extractor, he sighs heavily.

I can recalibrate the whole damn thing for the estimated load, but I don't have clue one whether or not the estimations are anywhere near correct. And the batteries... I need at least six, but then what do I DO with the fucking things when.... when...

He sighs again.

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Week 34, Friday afternoon - outside of the library [15 Apr 2005|10:48am]

[ mood | relaxed ]

Alexi sits in the grass under one of the trees just outside the library. It is obvious he is taking advantage of the nice weather as it begins to warm up outside. In one hand is his History class text book, and the other holds an apple that he occasionally takes a bite out of.

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Outside Kali's room, whatever week it is [14 Apr 2005|11:42pm]

Xandros makes his way to Kali's room and knocks on the door.
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Saturday late morning, outside Whiteoak Hall [14 Apr 2005|11:42pm]

[ mood | anxious ]

A blue mini-van pulls up outside of Whiteoak Hall. The first person out of the vehicle is a young knocker, just under five feet tall and around fifteen years old. Her long hair is bright purple, complementing perfectly her purple overalls, purple shirt, and purple boots. Around her neck hangs a silver locket. Next from the front seats emerge a mortal couple who appear to be in their forties. The man is tall and thin with light skin and salt and pepper hair, wearing jeans and a button down shirt. The woman is shorter then her husband with long brunette hair, and is wearing a sensible skirt and sweater. Her rosy cheeks, red nose and pale skin are signs of her knocker heritage.

The young woman walks around to the other side of the mini-van and opens the remaining door extending a hand in to help out the remaining passenger, her grandmother. The old knocker grump pushes the younger kithain's hand aside, "Thank you bubbela, but I'm not as much of an altacaka as your mother would like to think." The grump who appears to be in at least her sixties, but in surprisingly good shape for a woman of her age, dressed in a long skirt and red blouse emerges on her own from the van.

The middle aged woman, obviously the girl's mother, as she opens the back of the van comments, "Thank you again mom for getting Holly in here. I don't know how you pulled it off for them to accept her in the middle of the semester."

"Well, I would do anything for my little bubbela. You know that." The grump replies.

The young girl blushes as she starts to unload suitcases from the back of the van, "Can you not call me that in public Grandma, please, it's embarrassing."

"As long as you're my granddaughter, I'm allowed to call you whatever I want. You're still my baby girl. Let the cucks think whatever they want about that, I don't care." The old woman replies.

The girl's father grabs a pile of papers from the car and hands them to his wife. "Why don't you go and check in with the administration and find out what room she's in? We'll unpack and move what we can into the lobby."

The woman takes the papers, and kisses her husband on the cheek. "Ok dear. Just watch yourself. You don't want to throw out your back."

"Yes dear." He replies as he lifts a rather heavy old singer sewing machine out of the van and carries it into the lobby, putting it down with the few bags his daughter and mother-in-law have managed to carry in.

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Week 33, Thursday, Black Willow Commons [13 Apr 2005|08:39pm]

Horus sits at the table pouring over his notes and books spread out over the table. Ovvasionally he'll write something on his PDA, or check a reference in a book. Sighing, he puts down the stylus and leans back in the chair.
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Week 33, 4/14/2004, Wednesday, Vincent's Room [07 Apr 2005|03:16pm]

Her face pale, Freida knocks on Vincent's door. Her normal attire has been exchanged for something darker and more formal. Instead of jeans and brightly colored t-shirt, she wears a dress so deep a blue it is nearly black, its hem so low it falls almost to the ankles. Only her hair, as riotous and tussled as always, gives away that this is the same Boggan--that and the small box she holds under one arm. Freida rarely shows up at anyone's door empty-handed. It simply isn't done. And, from her expression, it looks like she wishes this wasn't being done either.
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Week 33, 4/12/2004, Monday, Vincent's Room [04 Apr 2005|02:20pm]

After classes, Longshadow knocks on Vincent's door. A folded piece of paper peeks from his breast pocket.
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Week 33 Very Early Wednesday Morning [02 Apr 2005|02:11am]

[ mood | anxious ]

"I sure hope someone can help me." Jasper thinks to himself as he tacks the last poster up. He had spent the better part of the pre-dawn hours putting up all of the signs he had Aya help him write up. Slowly he tucks the golden braid back into his pants pocket as he sighs to himself. "I'll find you Robin, I promise."

He quietly heads back up to his room for a quick nap before classes start. The posters are the only signs of his late night work.

I am looking for a young lady named Robin.
She should be somewhere in Philadelphia.
Have exhausted traditional methods of
searching; please help!

If you have any information, please contact
Jasper Swiftfoot (phone number)
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Week 33 - Tuesday evening, Khimaris' room [31 Mar 2005|12:46am]

Dressed in his (cough) best tattered lace and tail-coat, Vincent knocks upon Khimaris' door. He then steps back three paces, and with hands folded behind his back, awaits a response. After all.... what is such an endeavor without noble backing?
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Week 33: Monday, May 3rd, 2004 - Longshadow and Gudge's room - After classes [29 Mar 2005|09:37pm]

[ mood | cocky and rambunctious ]

A very cheerful looking, if not gleeful, Gudge is seen striding through the campus grounds, tunelessly whistling between his pointed teeth. He's got his black denim coveralls on, which are mostly spotless despite him just having left shop class, as well as a white t-shirt with nothing rude, let alone anything, printed on it which is visible through the open front of an eye-bleedingly colorful Spider-Man Hawaiian shirt. He's got a smallish parcel, completely unmarked, under his left arm.

As he nears Blackwillow's steps, he's nearly skipping with glee, and the whistling has gotten louder and more tuneless, if that's possible. These are odd things to see a Nocker doing. Several students he passes by watch his procession, mystified. Making his way through the dorm's hallways, he leaves even more students in confusion.

Finally, at his dorm room, he knocks on the door before opening it, knowing full well that Longshadow should be there now that classes are out. Striding through the door, he announces, "Honey, I'm home!"

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Week 33 - Merry's room, after school [29 Mar 2005|06:53pm]

Ash walks up to Merry's room with a bouquet of a dozen rozes in one hand. As well as the braclet he usually wears, he's got on the matching t-shirt Merry gave him. Smiling, he rings her doorbell.
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