brand-new to DW; testing a voice. also, mention of a theory that may not be canon!

[serlaughingtree]

My sweet writer,

Must you be so damnably insistent to give me a voice in this strange place? There are so few people from the Known World in these games--or at least, they are few enough to make no matter. Would it not be dreadfully lonely to speak only to people who were born long after I died? Gods, not younger people! Not the living! No, I think you should release me to knock Ser Frey, the fifty-and-thousandth of his name, from his horse again. It is far preferable to make men's ends smart in scandalous tourney jousts than it is to worry about such things.

( keep going ... )

showing up three years late with non-mouldy sandwiches

[invisiblesandwich]

Welcome to the inside of my head, mun-dude, I'm sure we're gonna get on just fine, you and me and all the other mun-dudes I got inside my head.

...wait, what do you mean that's not how it works?

Let go of your stupid idea already, mun.

[intelligenced]

Oh, great. Some stupid unfounded rumor about more episodes of Prison Break and you start up with your ridiculous idea again.

Even if I was in Army Intelligence, me chasing around South America with Whistler would be more trouble than it's worth. He was not the safest person to be standing next to.

If I somehow survived him, I'm pretty sure Michael would stop talking to me and Casey would be really pissed that I held something like 'I used to be a spy' back from him for two years. I'm not going to play along with a past that's going to jeopardize my family.

Come up with something else.

his long lost voice is back

[laegelminil]

It is nice that you should allow me to stretch my legs again, teitha-nin. I feel that you should, perhaps, not consider something as foolish as a game at this point, however. You know as well as I, that you are not that confident yet.

As for my current interactions, I am pleased. I would like it if you were able to silence the garafthaur that is also in here with me. Sharing space with the puppet of Melkor is not--- pleasant.

Canon is Transporter: The Series. Spoilers probably in comments.

[carlavaleri]

Now I know why I had a bad feeling about today. As much as it makes me love admire Frank even more.

One request, mundane: can you find something for me to do that does not involve me worrying about him every week? I know I'm not the most popular muse in the world or even in your head, but all this hand-wringing and nail-biting can get to a woman.

[she says, while she's probably calling Frank anyway.]

this is what happens when your friend enables you

[sailorman]

[Look! It's Sailor Chris, sailor soldier of booty and justice! He seems to not notice the extremely tight-fitting and revealing sailor outfit he's been squeezed into, however. In fact, he seems doggedly determined to complete whatever mission he's on right now: a usual for Chris Redfield.

Maybe he's trying to save face, what little there is left in an outfit like that anyway.]

Listen, Mun. I know you mean well, but I don't have time for this. Jill and Parker are still out there; they still need my help.

Send me back.

[Nah. It's more fun like this. Besides, we have a whole multiverse of people who need to witness your magical booty for themselves!]

. . . [And behold, the only sign that Chris is actually aware of the circumstances of his outfit: his face starts to look awful flustered.] My rear end is none of your business! Now I have a mission to complete and if you're not going to help, I'll figure it out myself!

Considering her for eachdraidh...

[gelenka]

Once you have made a decision, do not falter from it. It does not suit me to sit idly whilst others forge a new life for themselves. [She is a conqueror; not a spectator.] Do not forget my Dragons. Find a way so that we may travel together. Your excuses fall on deaf ears.

[Understood? Very well.]