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DWJ Roleplay #2!!!
I think the...
I think the other one is getting too long. So here's number two!
So, START!!!
((Holly, you got the fox idea from me.))
submitted by Martia/Lettie Fisher, age 9/11, Guess. Where. I
(April 23, 2009 - 5:25 pm)
(April 23, 2009 - 5:25 pm)
((( I think they they're okay with it, as long as it doesn't interfere with our studies.)))
After showing Philippa the scroll and giving her a tour of the hut/mansion and showing her the room I had set up for her, I headed for my workshop, grabbing my toolkit as I went out the door. The workshop was a simple affair, set slightly farther back into the woods, with only the necessary tools for my woodwork and other projects. I looked into my wood room and inspected the wood, looking for good flying material. I decided to use an ash's branch and picked out one that was slightly taller than Philippa or I, about the same length as I had used for my broom, then started smoothng and polishing it, thinking about the mysterious prophecy and what Harmony had told us. When it was smooth and glossy, I started carving the flying spells into the wood. Then I went back to my wood room and picked out some light twigs/branches for the tail, and attached them to the end of the broom. Done. I picked it up and took it outside to test it out. It flew beautifully, like a hawk, just as my broom flew like a falcon. I landed smoothly on the front step of the hut/mansion, and took it inside to show Philippa. I found her in the library, engrossed in a book, so I decided to let her read for a while and put it in her room instead. I went into my room, which was right next to hers, and pretended to take a nap. As she came up the stairs, I opened one eye carefully. She walked into her room, then started, seeing the broom, and knowing it was different from mine downstairs by the door. I grinned, and poked my head around my door. "Like your broom?", I asked her, grinning. She jumped and looked at me surprisedly. "What- its for me?!", she said shockedly. "Yup! I made it, so don't you dare tell me you don't want a broomstick now. I saw the look on your face when you saw my broom.", I said, laughing at her surprised face. She smiled. "Thanks, Loreli! It's beautiful!", she said, hugging me. I nodded at her broom and headed for the stairs. "Want me to teach you how to use it?", I asked her over my shoulder. She grabbed it and followed me down the stairs. I grabbed my own broom and opened the door. "You first, Philippa!", I said teasingly, flourishing a mock bow towards the open door. She hopped out and looked at her broom cautiously. "How do I get on?", she asked me. "Easy, you just sit on it like you would a bike or a horse.", I replied, getting on mine to demonstrate. "Then, it just responds to your thoughts, or spoken commands." I patted my broom. "Up!", I told it, and it leapt into the sky, hovering ten feet above the ground. "Up?", Philippa asked her broom. It soared upwards, and I put a hand out to stop her when she reached me. "So, do you like it?", I said, while I mentally commanded my broom to do a somersault, then stop upside down. She grinned back, partially at my showoffy-ness, and partly at me being upside down. "Yeah!", she laughed. I flipped right-side up, without moving my broom, and she gaped. "Takes practice, that one. I practiced all summer one year, trying to get that flip right.", I laughed. I loved flying."Oh, and you can call me Lori if you want. People only call me Loreli on formal occaisons, and you're unnerving me."
((Like, no like? Aliza, you now have a broom.Do you think that Loreli is too show offy? If so, then she just gives Philippa her spare broomstick. Whichever.))
(April 27, 2009 - 12:20 pm)
((Jen, ur person is always show-offy. Whether it's Loreli, Marianne, Hazel, or just Jenni, it's a part of your character.*giggles*))
(April 27, 2009 - 3:58 pm)
((I LOVE it!!! Oooh...should Pippa name her broom? Do they do that here? I can imagine it right now (if you can't tell, I'd give a lot to be on a broomstick myself). No, I don't think Lori's being too show-offy, (I'd do that myself, and Pippa will, too, as soon as she masters her splendiferous broom)))
(April 27, 2009 - 3:47 pm)
((Admins, why is this thread in two pages? I like it! It's neat! @Aliza: THe scroll basically tells us details about the prophecy and what we need and stuff like that. Oh, and Lori's broom is named Wave. It's made of hazelwood and has "Loreli Chant" ingraved into the side, in spell-script, which means that the broom will only answer to Loreli, and will immediately dump all others onto the ground. Pippa's broom has it too. Forgot to say that the first time.)))
We're glad you like it, Jenni. Our Webmaster made a change so each thread is limited to thirty comments, then it goes to a second page.
Admin
(April 27, 2009 - 7:57 pm)
((Yes! This several page thing is neat. It's so much easier to load the really long threads!))
(April 28, 2009 - 8:36 am)
((I like it, too!))
(April 28, 2009 - 9:11 pm)
((Back to the story?))
(April 29, 2009 - 8:31 am)
((Yeah, Aliza's right, guys. I will now continue.)))
As we walked back to the portal to the Place Between, we chatted amiably, our uncertainnes and general stiffness towards each other magically vanished. I gestured towards her broom. "So, what are you going to name it? Mine's Starflight." ((yeah, Martia made it up for me, and Wave is pretty lame anyway.))), I asked her. She looked at her broom, perplexed. "I'll have to think on that one.", she replied. I nodded. Then I stopped abruptly. "This is the portal to the Place Between.", I said in tour guide voice, then giggled. "Sorry!" I hopped on to my broom. "The Place Between is pretty rough, and I prefer to ride my broom. What about you?". She hopped onto hers as well. "As if I could pass up another chance to ride on this thing? I love it! Thank you so much Lori!", she exclaimed. I shrugged, embarrased. "It's nothing.", I protested. "Anyway, better hang on tight, the way back to the Castle is pretty rough!"I shot out the portal into the Place Between, and out of the small valley into the main ravine. "Wait up!", she yelled, urging her broom forwards like a horse. "You'll have to catch me first!", I called back teasingly. She gasped, then her broom shot through the air to end up beside mine. "See, that was easy, wasn't it?", I said. She shrugged. "Hurry up!", I urged her, and sped towards the Castle valleys. We slid back into our room, our brooms sliding out of the corner. I put my broom in my closet, and showed Pippa her closet and her broomstand. We plopped down on our beds, panting and laughing. "So, want to do that again sometime?", I asked her. "Of course! It was fun!", she responded immediately, at which I grinned with relief. I went into my closet (yeah, we have walk-in closets to change in) and changed out of the Place Between clothes, into the formal stuff that Uncle Christopher always insists on, then helped Pippa get the right clothes. I laughed. Philippa's stay looked like it was going to be a fun and eventful one.
((likey, no likey?))
(April 29, 2009 - 6:19 pm)
Actually I did likey, but for some reason, my post didn't come up. Admins?
(May 1, 2009 - 7:23 am)
(( PEOPLE, PLEASE INCLUDE ME IN YOUR POSTS. I HAVEN'T SEEN ANYTHING EVEN ABOUT GETTING OUT OF BED!!!!!
So, thanks Aliza for telling me where I sleep! I haven't read any
Chrestomanci Chronicles, sooo....... I just finished "Dark Lord of
Derkholm", though.))) (((It's funny, I made this thread, but this is my
second post on it!))) ((Well, I'll try and catch up with you guys,
AGAIN.))
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After
eating all the diced tream, I went straight to bed. I fell asleep the
moment my head hit the pillow, literally. I woke up in the morning, and
I realized I had conditioned myself at home to wake up at 6:00 a.m.
every morning. I groanedwhen I realized this, then plonked back in bed
and promptly fell asleep again. The next time I woke up, I knew it
wasn't 6:30. Before I went to bed, I had dropped my pocketwatch on the
floor, right next to my bed. I didn't want to get out of bed, so I
leaned out of the bed, and with my legs still under the covers, I hung
upside down, too far from my pocketwatch. I could feel the blood
rushing to my head. I managed to heave myself upright, and I decided it
would be a better idea to get out of the bed completely, not upside
down, and get my pocketwatch that way. I did just that, and I didn't
have an ounce of trouble. It's a lot easier when you're on your own two
legs, I must admit. I looked at my pocketwatch, and it read, 10:10. Well, that's a coincidence that it should be ten-ten when I look at my pocketwatch, I
thought. I hopped out of bed, changed quick as I could, and cautiously
opened the door. I always opened the door carefully, because once I
opened it like BANG! and later I discovered that all five of my younger siblings had been playing "Hide-and-Seek" and Johnny had been it, and he had been counting at my door, so when I opened it, he went with the door and went BANG! on the wall with my door. And the very last time I opened my door with a BANG! my mom had been knocking on my door, so I was grumpy and rubbing sleep from my eyes, and the door went BANG! and whack!ed my mom.
I went out of my room, and leaned against the door, wondering what to do. It figured that someone would come to get me. So I sat there getting more bored and more bored and -- well, you know. Finally I got SO bored that I seriously considered screaming and running up and down the hallway, then I decided that it might call too much attention, so I didn't. I went inside my room again, and decided to look in my backpack to see if there was anything fun to do in there. I went through my backpack, but I didn't find anything that would entertain me, so I sat in my room for a change. I sat and stared at my pocketwatch, and I thought, I wish I had something to do for a ch-- That's right! My pocketwatch is magical! It's magical so that unless the pocketwatch chooses you, it gradually get hotter and hotter and hotter until you have to drop it because it's so hot! My dad gave it to me, to see if I could do a proper cooling spell, and I nearly froze my fingers off! My dad was SO amazed. I leaned over to it and picked it up. I looked it over, and tried to remember whether or not it had done anything strange. As far as I knew, it never had done anything.
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(( How's that! I hope it's good.)) (( Somebody needs to tell me that, "It's ice-cream, not diced tream." And somebody needs to fetch me out of my room before I die from starvation.))
(May 1, 2009 - 9:14 pm)
Time: 7:55
As Myrella walked down the hall, she saw Lettie's door, so she knocked and came in. What she saw was a mess! She saw Lettie in the middle of her bed with ice cream all over her. "Oh, I was just eating some diced tream," Lettie said. "Actually, it's called 'ice cream,'" she replied. She helped Lettie get on her clothes and clean up, and they walked to the dining hall together.
((That better?))
(May 3, 2009 - 8:03 am)
((Holly, I did not sleep with ice cream in my bed or bedroom. I just ate a lot, so I was cold when I went to bed. I certainly did NOT sleep with ice-cream. Look in one of my earlier posts, and you'll see that I said that I curled up underneath my covers, and eventually warmed up. SO I DID NOT SLEEP WITH ANY ICE CREAM ON OR WITH ME, EXCEPT THE ICE CREAM THAT I HAD EATEN. I didn't even have any on my face. I mean, I don't have to say I washed up before I went to bed, did I?)) (( So Holly, I did NOT hve any ice cream on me. So everybody, forget about what Holly posted.)) ((I am a very dignified person, and I would certainly not sleep with ice cream on me. Not at all.))
(May 3, 2009 - 8:55 pm)
((OK, sorry guys! I have a lot going on, so I haven't had the time to write a long post. Plus I've been thinking over my broom's name. I promise I'll post soon!))
(May 2, 2009 - 10:06 am)
Same with me! Sorry.
(May 2, 2009 - 3:12 pm)
(((So, is somebody going to at least make me move?! I could at least move around, and if it's not to much trouble, talk, too. I'm not a puppet.))) OK, I'm freaked out. I did preview and the date says,"December 31, 1969 - 7:00". It should be May 3, 2009 - 1:40. EEEEEEKKKKK!!!!!!!!!! *whimpers* I be's scared.
(May 3, 2009 - 1:41 pm)