Theren is tiredly working on knitting new sweaters for Lore and their kids.
Phoenix is putting the finishing touches on the scrapbook for Jack.
Leo and Festus are in his workshop working on an Archmedies sphere.
The Creature in the Woods is stringing up more bones of dead villagers.
Isaac knocks on the door
Leo opens it. "Hey."
"how are you doing?"
"I'm alright. Come on in."
Isaac walks in and takes a look around
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Theren is tiredly working on knitting new sweaters for Lore and their kids.
Phoenix is putting the finishing touches on the scrapbook for Jack.
Leo and Festus are in his workshop working on an Archmedies sphere.
The Creature in the Woods is stringing up more bones of dead villagers.
Isaac knocks on the door
Leo opens it. "Hey."
"how are you doing?"
"I'm alright. Come on in."
Isaac walks in and takes a look around
Its rather well kept together, tools gleaming and hanging on the walls. On one side is a giant door to let Festus in.
"looks a lot better than my workshop" he chuckles
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Its rather well kept together, tools gleaming and hanging on the walls. On one side is a giant door to let Festus in.
"looks a lot better than my workshop" he chuckles
"I just try to keep it neat."
"done a good job of it"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Besides the tavern is a set of door painted in a deep maroon with golden window frames and handles depicting swirling smoke. 6 dogs of different kinds sit near the entrance, napping a bit. They don't growl or bark as they see people approach, moreso wagging their tails happily. Through the window of the door on either side shows a busy theater, Edison lights glowing a warm orange down the red carpeted hallways. Everyone, from the looks of it, looks antique in a way.
A large sign magically stays afloat above the doorway, flashing in bright lights like twinkling stars. The lights spell out the the following:
"THE GREAT TRAVELING THEATER!"
As if by itself, the doors open magically, beckoning inwards for those who wish to take a peek. Everything seems warm, inviting, gentle almost, like out of a dream or something similar. The smell of cigar smoke, caramel popcorn, and warm vanilla fill the air and waft outwards.
Its rather well kept together, tools gleaming and hanging on the walls. On one side is a giant door to let Festus in.
"looks a lot better than my workshop" he chuckles
"I just try to keep it neat."
"done a good job of it"
"Thanks." he says with a smile
Isaac nods "what are you working on?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Besides the tavern is a set of door painted in a deep maroon with golden window frames and handles depicting swirling smoke. 6 dogs of different kinds sit near the entrance, napping a bit. They don't growl or bark as they see people approach, moreso wagging their tails happily. Through the window of the door on either side shows a busy theater, Edison lights glowing a warm orange down the red carpeted hallways. Everyone, from the looks of it, looks antique in a way.
A large sign magically stays afloat above the doorway, flashing in bright lights like twinkling stars. The lights spell out the the following:
"THE GREAT TRAVELING THEATER!"
As if by itself, the doors open magically, beckoning inwards for those who wish to take a peek. Everything seems warm, inviting, gentle almost, like out of a dream or something similar. The smell of cigar smoke, caramel popcorn, and warm vanilla fill the air and waft outwards.
Leo looks at Festus and decides to go check it out.
*Hey, could we do Jack and Phoenix too?*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Besides the tavern is a set of door painted in a deep maroon with golden window frames and handles depicting swirling smoke. 6 dogs of different kinds sit near the entrance, napping a bit. They don't growl or bark as they see people approach, moreso wagging their tails happily. Through the window of the door on either side shows a busy theater, Edison lights glowing a warm orange down the red carpeted hallways. Everyone, from the looks of it, looks antique in a way.
A large sign magically stays afloat above the doorway, flashing in bright lights like twinkling stars. The lights spell out the the following:
"THE GREAT TRAVELING THEATER!"
As if by itself, the doors open magically, beckoning inwards for those who wish to take a peek. Everything seems warm, inviting, gentle almost, like out of a dream or something similar. The smell of cigar smoke, caramel popcorn, and warm vanilla fill the air and waft outwards.
Leo looks at Festus and decides to go check it out.
*Hey, could we do Jack and Phoenix too?*
Inside, puppets that resemble animals rush by him, carrying boxes and such. Some are painting what appears to be sets while others are making costumes and such. A large, brown dog puppet smoking a cigar and dressed in a proper suit is talking to another small cat looking puppet about something before turning towards Leo and Festus.
"Ello you two, wondered when you'd make it!" He barks happily and beams.
Jack is outside, trying to complete a spell but it ends up fizzling out.
Besides the tavern is a set of door painted in a deep maroon with golden window frames and handles depicting swirling smoke. 6 dogs of different kinds sit near the entrance, napping a bit. They don't growl or bark as they see people approach, moreso wagging their tails happily. Through the window of the door on either side shows a busy theater, Edison lights glowing a warm orange down the red carpeted hallways. Everyone, from the looks of it, looks antique in a way.
A large sign magically stays afloat above the doorway, flashing in bright lights like twinkling stars. The lights spell out the the following:
"THE GREAT TRAVELING THEATER!"
As if by itself, the doors open magically, beckoning inwards for those who wish to take a peek. Everything seems warm, inviting, gentle almost, like out of a dream or something similar. The smell of cigar smoke, caramel popcorn, and warm vanilla fill the air and waft outwards.
Leo looks at Festus and decides to go check it out.
*Hey, could we do Jack and Phoenix too?*
Inside, puppets that resemble animals rush by him, carrying boxes and such. Some are painting what appears to be sets while others are making costumes and such. A large, brown dog puppet smoking a cigar and dressed in a proper suit is talking to another small cat looking puppet about something before turning towards Leo and Festus.
"Ello you two, wondered when you'd make it!" He barks happily and beams.
Leo and Festus exchange a look. "Uh...how do you know us?"
Phoenix sneaks up behind Jack, hiding the scrapbook
Isaac walks in and takes a look around
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*hello jobah*
*How are ya..?*
A few villagers are with her. Spears and torches in hand.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Its rather well kept together, tools gleaming and hanging on the walls. On one side is a giant door to let Festus in.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"looks a lot better than my workshop" he chuckles
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Tbh lord's Rest Inn is probably my favorite thread*
"I just try to keep it neat."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"done a good job of it"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Thanks." he says with a smile
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Besides the tavern is a set of door painted in a deep maroon with golden window frames and handles depicting swirling smoke. 6 dogs of different kinds sit near the entrance, napping a bit. They don't growl or bark as they see people approach, moreso wagging their tails happily. Through the window of the door on either side shows a busy theater, Edison lights glowing a warm orange down the red carpeted hallways. Everyone, from the looks of it, looks antique in a way.
A large sign magically stays afloat above the doorway, flashing in bright lights like twinkling stars. The lights spell out the the following:
"THE GREAT TRAVELING THEATER!"
As if by itself, the doors open magically, beckoning inwards for those who wish to take a peek. Everything seems warm, inviting, gentle almost, like out of a dream or something similar. The smell of cigar smoke, caramel popcorn, and warm vanilla fill the air and waft outwards.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Isaac nods "what are you working on?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Leo looks at Festus and decides to go check it out.
*Hey, could we do Jack and Phoenix too?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Archimedes Sphere."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Okay, I’m back, does anyone want to roleplay while I can?*
*Sure. Want me to repost characters?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*That would be nice, though you don’t have to.*
*I'm not sure if I ever asked this but what is UK drill?*
*here*
Theren is tiredly working on knitting new sweaters for Lore and their kids.
Phoenix is putting the finishing touches on the scrapbook for Jack.
Leo and Festus are in his workshop working on an Archmedies sphere.
The Creature in the Woods is stringing up more bones of dead villagers.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Inside, puppets that resemble animals rush by him, carrying boxes and such. Some are painting what appears to be sets while others are making costumes and such. A large, brown dog puppet smoking a cigar and dressed in a proper suit is talking to another small cat looking puppet about something before turning towards Leo and Festus.
"Ello you two, wondered when you'd make it!" He barks happily and beams.
Jack is outside, trying to complete a spell but it ends up fizzling out.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Leo and Festus exchange a look. "Uh...how do you know us?"
Phoenix sneaks up behind Jack, hiding the scrapbook
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.