Session Start: Sun Sep 05 05:28:30 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Sun Sep 05 05:28:31 2010 Session Start: Sun Sep 05 21:10:33 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' -ChanServ- This channel has been registered with ChanServ. * ChanServ sets mode: -o Molly < 04Molly > **The sun forces its way between Morgan's curtains, newly risen, morning still very early. Session Time: Mon Sep 06 00:00:00 2010 Session Close: Mon Sep 06 01:15:00 2010 Session Start: Mon Sep 06 01:15:00 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Mon Sep 06 01:15:00 2010 Session Start: Mon Sep 06 01:21:22 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' * ChanServ sets mode: -o Molly * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.2] is on IRC (00:00) * Joins: Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.2) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 < 04Molly > **The early morning sunshine steals beneath Morgan's curtans, determined to ruin any possible lie-in, as is the arrival and brusque attendance of a valet. Left alone, dressed and clean shaven, it is still an hour before breakfast. * @Morgan goes wandering out towards the gardens < 04Molly > **The best gardens on the east side of the house are best accesible by the front door which faces the Sudlache. It's as he gets to the corridor leading to that door that he hears and odd noise. * @Morgan stands against a wall and listens < 04Molly > ** the nose is low, trundling, wheel-like, with one slight squeak every rotation. It soundsmore like a wheelbarrow than a carriage, just out of sight * @Morgan frowns and steps out towards the sound * Molly is now known as Varick * Varick drags along a little, slightly rickety four wheel cart, the red and blue paint chpping now, though n his minds eye he can pcture t in ts pristne glory, pulled nstead by Edward. Varick's cart contains a large fabric bundle. Focused on moving the cart and heavy contents, his expression is determned, and he does not see Morgan * @Morgan walks slowly towards the boy < 08@Morgan > Varick... what are you doing? * Varick looks up with a smile < 14Varick > Dragging my cart < 08@Morgan > that I can see... where's the fabric from and for? * Varick looks at the cart, warily < 14Varick > 'Sposed to be a secret < 08@Morgan > for whom? < 14Varick > Molly, Auntie Jarvie, Inga * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > ok * Varick smiles at Morgan < 14Varick > Not allowed to tell the Graf < 08@Morgan > what about the veisgraf? * Varick frowns deeply, lookng thoughtful < 14Varick > They didn't say _don't_ tell the veisgraf... but didn't say I could, either < 08@Morgan > who did they say you could tell? * Varick starts to look puzzled < 14Varick > Just a secret, but not tell the Graf < 08@Morgan > well... I'm not the Graf * Varick looks troubled < 14Varick > I know. But its not my fault if you followed me... * @Morgan smiles slightly < 08@Morgan > I do believe you're right * Varick smiles < 14Varick > Then I didn't tell anyone... not get in trouble < 08@Morgan > quite so... lead on young master * Varick hefts at the cart pull, setting it once more to motion. He leads Morgan past the east gardens, and behnd the house on to the large open space there, bordered by the forest itself. The noises of feminine, hushed laughter can be heard, as well as quiet construction noises, gentle sawng and hammerng. * @Morgan puts a hand up to Varick * Varick looks at him * @Morgan whispers < 08@Morgan > stay here a moment... I'll go out first so its not thought that I followed you * Varick nods, waiting quietly * @Morgan wanders around the corner towards the noises < 14Varick > **What greets him is a half-made stage/platform, about 6foot deep, 4foot high (with rudimentary steps to get to the top) and 10foot long. All three girls are working on it. Dressed similar, all three were whte mens shrts, rolled up at the sleeves, tucked in and belted to men's breeches. They each wear their hair pulled back and tamed wth headscarfs (think 1940's land girls) ~MTF~ < 14Varick > ** Jarvie saws another piece o timber, whilst Inga steadies it. Molly stands carefully balanced upon the basic supports of the platform. Bent at the waist, she hammers a piece nto place, two spare shiny nails genly held beneath her deep pink lips. The angle she's stood at offers him a rather ample glance of her cleavage . They talk happily and quetly, united by their work * @Morgan surveys the structure for a moment before walking forwards < 14Varick > **Its suprisingly well planned/made, especially given that they're women. None of them notice him * Varick is now known as Molly * @Morgan settles to the floor, a mildly amused look on his face * Molly moves gracefully to the other end, her steps light, cat-lke. She nails in the board from that side, and instead of her cleavage, he now has a view of the back of her thighs upto her derriere * @Morgan glances at the others, waiting patientlu < 04Molly > *Jarvie finishes the removal of the unwanted piece of timber, and turns to Inga with directions of where to put it. Molly turns to watch them, and spots Morgan with a grin. She wanders to the edge before jumping to the ground easily. She smles broadly, and seems relaxed n her productvity. The others seat the board whilst Molly comes over to him, pushin the damp strands of wayward har from her brow < 04Molly > Good morning < 08@Morgan > good morning blossom < 04Molly > Have we betrayed our activities to the household? * Molly grins < 08@Morgan > no, I was out and about * Molly slips the hammer into her belt, jingling the other nails in her pocket at she does < 04Molly > I hope to be finished and in dresses before our presence is missed * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > what... are you doing? * Molly laughs < 04Molly > Oh goodness, does it look so awful as to not be obvious? < 08@Morgan > well... I understand, more or less, the what... but not the why or what for < 04Molly > For the Polterabend. It will allow your father somewhere to welcome everyone from, us to toss the bridal plate with more ease, and the musiicians to play outside * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I see < 04Molly > It is not far from finished < 08@Morgan > so I see < 04Molly > Then we must arrange lighting, and decorating the great hall ((which is accessed by walkng up a set of steps, and then on to a large terrace wth french doors. Its traditonally used for banquets and celebratons)) < 08@Morgan > I take it my father does not know about this? * Molly raises a hand idly < 04Molly > He had mentioned the idea of a platform.... * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > I doubt he anticipated us building it, much less dressed so unattractively * Molly does a little twirl for him < 08@Morgan > I suspect it would rather upset hi < 04Molly > And my father... and most men * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > J: *she comes over* Come a'courtin, have we, cousin? *she laughs* < 08@Morgan > well, since my lie in was interrupted by my valet, I thought I might take a walk < 04Molly > J: How romantic (!) * Molly blushes slightly, looking to Morgan < 04Molly > **Varick trundles along with the cart, parking it by Molly** * @Morgan glances at the cart < 04Molly > V: I got it! * Molly ruffles his hair < 04Molly > I knew you would, Mauschen, for none can resist your sweet face. < 04Molly > V: *he looks at Morgan* I'm a man, and men aren't sweet, they're handsome. * Molly looks at Morgan, raising an eyebrow, recalling a similar argument she's had wth Morgan about it before < 04Molly > I: *she starts to unpack the cart, laying the fabric on the floor, and taking out their breakfast < 08@Morgan > I rather agree with you there Varick < 04Molly > J: *she looks to Inga with a friendly smile* Let's keep it away from the sawdust, it's as bad as sand in food * Molly looks to Morgan < 04Molly > Did you wish to stay to eat with us? < 08@Morgan > no, I think I'll take Varick and finish my walk < 04Molly > V: *he goes straight to Molly, wrapping his arms round her legs. She looks briefly to Morgan before dropping to the boy's heght and embracing him tightly. < 04Molly > Be a good boy for Morgan, Varick, and I'll try to persuade the Graf to let you stay upto see the beginning of the polterabend < 04Molly > V: *he nods, and kisses her cheek before going to Morgan. * @Morgan stands up < 04Molly > V: Can we take my cart, very light now. * @Morgan looks at him for a moment, before picking him up and placing him in the cart * Molly and the others eat the food, talking about their project < 04Molly > V: *he squeals wth laughter* Look,Molly, I'm in the cart!! * Molly smiles, waving to him as they move away. Session Close: Mon Sep 06 02:32:40 2010 Session Start: Mon Sep 06 02:32:40 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Mon Sep 06 02:32:41 2010 Session Start: Mon Sep 06 22:48:52 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' * ChanServ sets mode: -o Molly * Joins: Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.5) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 * Quits: @Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.5 ) (Ping timeout ) * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.5] has left IRC Session Time: Tue Sep 07 00:00:00 2010 < 04Molly > < 04Molly > V: Can we take my cart, very light now. < 04Molly > * @Morgan looks at him for a moment, before picking him up and placing him in the cart < 04Molly > * Molly and the others eat the food, talking about their project < 04Molly > < 04Molly > V: *he squeals wth laughter* Look,Molly, I'm in the cart!! < 04Molly > * Molly smiles, waving to him as they move away. * Molly is now known as Varick * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.50] is on IRC (00:00) * Joins: Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.50) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 < 14Varick > < 04Molly > V: Can we take my cart, very light now. < 14Varick > * @Morgan looks at him for a moment, before picking him up and placing him in the cart < 14Varick > * Molly and the others eat the food, talking about their project < 14Varick > < 04Molly > V: *he squeals wth laughter* Look,Molly, I'm in the cart!! < 14Varick > * Molly smiles, waving to him as they move away. * Varick continues to laugh as the vibration of the rough stone path shakes the cart < 08@Morgan > well, that went rather well, dont you think? * Varick nods emphatically < 14Varick > they didn't suspect at all! < 08@Morgan > not at all * Varick goes quiet briefly < 14Varick > Why is it a secret if uncle Addie _wanted_ a stage? < 08@Morgan > I dont know... maybe they wanted to surprise him by lightening his work load * Varick nods < 14Varick > That would be a good suprise, wouldn't it? < 08@Morgan > I think so < 14Varick > Will I be allowed to stay up? < 08@Morgan > we'll have to see, Varick * Varick nods < 14Varick > I want to help break things * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > for some reason that doesn't surprise me < 14Varick > Do you get to break things? < 08@Morgan > I get to break one thing... and then I get to sweep it all up * Varick frowns < 14Varick > That doesn't sound very fun < 08@Morgan > no... it doesn't < 14Varick > But _I_ would get to break lots of things, and you would have to sweep them up? * Varick looks intrigued < 08@Morgan > oh, not you too.... my fathers taking great delight in the amount of sweeping I'll be doing * Varick giggles < 14Varick > I want to see! < 08@Morgan > as I said, we'll see * Varick nods, laughing manically as they go over a bump < 14Varick > Where are we going? < 08@Morgan > I thought we could go down to the shore and talk < 14Varick > Can you teach me to skim stones? < 08@Morgan > I had something like that in mind.... * Varick grins < 14Varick > I'll find some good stone < 14Varick > +s < 08@Morgan > I'm sure you will * Varick sits back in the cart, enjoying the ride over the lawn and to the shore of the sparkling Sudlache < 14Varick > Can I come to the building site with you after breakfast? < 08@Morgan > if you promise to be good * Varick nods frantically < 14Varick > I would be the bestest good boy in the world! < 08@Morgan > the bestest, you say? * Varick nods, waiting for the cart to stop < 14Varick > the very bestest * @Morgan pulls the cart to a halt * Varick gets out, slightly gingerly < 14Varick > Did uncle Addie skim stones with you? * Quits: @Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.50 ) (Ping timeout ) * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.50] has left IRC * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.50] is on IRC (00:00) * Joins: Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.50) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 * Varick gets out, slightly gingerly < 14Varick > Did uncle Addie skim stones with you? < 08@Morgan > now and then... he's a very busy man * Varick nods solemnly, wandering to the shore < 14Varick > Did he teach you when you were a boy like me? < 08@Morgan > yes, when he had time * Varick nods, crouchng down to collect stones. He is quiet for a minute or so < 14Varick > My Daddy was going to teach me * @Morgan sits down, watching the boy * Varick brings over two handfuls of stones, dropping them down at Morgan's feet < 14Varick > But then he died * @Morgan starts sorting through the stones * Varick sits down beside him, watching quietly < 08@Morgan > is that whats upsetting you so much lately? * Varick wraps his hands around his knees, his whole demeanour beginning to become closed off < 14Varick > I wish he didn't die * @Morgan turns a stone over in his hand, looking at Varick closely < 08@Morgan > I know, Varick... so do I < 14Varick > But... * Varick looks unswervingly at the shale at his feet < 08@Morgan > its not something we can change * Varick frowns < 14Varick > But it's not fair < 08@Morgan > no... no its not * Varick goes quiet once more < 08@Morgan > Varick... I cant help you through this if you close yourself off to me * Varick shrugs < 14Varick > Can't bring him back < 08@Morgan > no, it cant... but it might help how you are * Varick looks to him. The expression on his face, and the anguish in his blue eyes is enough to twist something painful deep in Morgan's chestnful < 14Varick > I don't belong * @Morgan holds out an arm, an open invitation for a hug < 08@Morgan > what makes you think so? * Varick comes to his side, albeit a little self-conciously* < 14Varick > I have no Daddy, mother doesn't want me, my home is empty and sad and scary < 08@Morgan > your father will always be with you, Varick... in your heart * Varick frowns < 14Varick > But it sn't enough < 08@Morgan > I know... I know it isnt < 14Varick > He can't teach me to skim stones, or ride horses, or dance with ladies * Varick clings to him < 08@Morgan > No... but that doesn't leave you alone, Varick * Varick shrugs in his arms < 14Varick > It might < 08@Morgan > No... what did I tell you before? * Varick starts to sniffle a little < 14Varick > Don' remember < 08@Morgan > thats ok... I told you that I'm going to take care of you. < 14Varick > B-.. bu-.. but you mght stop liking me too * Varick starts to cry quietly < 08@Morgan > No, I wont. * @Morgan hugs the boy closer < 14Varick > If I go away, you might start to forget me, even if you do like me * Varick starts to sob < 08@Morgan > believe me Varick, you're not easily forgotten * Varick shrugs briefly < 14Varick > Sometimes people forget < 08@Morgan > what can I say to convince you? < 14Varick > I don't know * @Morgan sighs slightly < 08@Morgan > I shall not forget you, Varick. * Varick clings to him tightly < 14Varick > Will Molly forget me? < 08@Morgan > No, she wont * Varick 's crying slowly subsides < 14Varick > How do you know? * @Morgan looks at the boy < 08@Morgan > why the sudden obsession with forgetting, Varick? * Varick sighs very deeply, pulling away a little < 14Varick > People forget, even when they don't want to * @Morgan watches him * Varick pulls away a little more, looking once more at the stones < 14Varick > Even when they really really like someone * @Morgan says nothing < 14Varick > Don't they? < 08@Morgan > sometimes... but not always... and you can forget some things without forgetting everything. * Varick kicks at the little rocks, leaving a big hole. He balls his fists, looking angry. < 14Varick > Don't want to forget. < 08@Morgan > I know. < 14Varick > No-one to remember but me. < 08@Morgan > thats not true... others will remember * Varick shakes his head < 14Varick > Not everythng, not when it was just me and him. < 08@Morgan > Then maybe we can come up with something... why dont we arrange to have someone write down what you remember? * Varick 's eyes lght up < 14Varick > Then I can read t so I never forget! * @Morgan nods * Varick breaks in to a bright grin < 14Varick > And then I won't feel so sad! < 08@Morgan > thats the hope * Varick hugs Morgan round the neck, enthusiastically tight < 14Varick > Will Molly write for me? < 08@Morgan > I dont know... she might have too much to do to write it all * Varick nods < 14Varick > I understand < 08@Morgan > good * Varick sits back down beside him, a bit more at ease, and picks up a stone < 14Varick > Morgan... < 08@Morgan > yes? < 14Varick > You know my auntie Jarvie? < 08@Morgan > I've met her once or twice * Varick frowns < 14Varick > She is my mother's sister. < 08@Morgan > yes she is < 14Varick > And you are my mother'd cousin. * @Morgan nods < 14Varick > And sisters are closer than cousins < 08@Morgan > in some ways < 14Varick > So do I have to live in a tent with auntie Jarvie instead now? * Varick watches Morgan serously < 08@Morgan > actually, thats something I wanted to talk to you about * Varick looks sad, nodding < 08@Morgan > I need to ask you something... if your mother came back and wanted you to be with her, how would you feel about that? * Varick actually flinches ever so slightly < 14Varick > Is she going to?! < 08@Morgan > please Varick, I need to know your answer * Varick watches him helplessly < 14Varick > I want to stay with Molly and you * @Morgan nods < 14Varick > Please don't make me go < 08@Morgan > and what if we can make it so that you stay with us and _cant_ go with someone else? * Varick nods enthusiastically < 14Varick > Yes! * @Morgan nods < 14Varick > Can you do that?! * @Morgan nods slowly < 08@Morgan > it'll take some doing < 14Varick > Is it magic? < 08@Morgan > no no no.... its a law thing. It makes you our responsibility, and our charge. * Varick goes quiet, thinking < 14Varick > Do I become a Koertig, not an Eldreich? < 08@Morgan > No. Remember the crest on your sword? * Varick nods < 14Varick > yes < 08@Morgan > thats your family crest... to help you remember who you are * Varick nods < 08@Morgan > your lands will still be there when you grow up < 14Varick > Will I be your responsibility til we come back on the ship? < 08@Morgan > how do you mean? < 14Varick > Will I not be your responsibility once the trip has finished? < 08@Morgan > You'll be my responsibility until you're a man * Varick grins < 14Varick > When I'm a man I can choose < 08@Morgan > choose what? < 14Varick > Who looks after me * @Morgan smiles < 08@Morgan > when you're a man I suspect you'll be able to look after yourself * Varick nods < 14Varick > It will be a long time til I'm a man < 08@Morgan > a fair time, yes * Varick frowns slightly < 14Varick > Why do you want to look after me? < 08@Morgan > you deserve better than you've had < 14Varick > But looking after me is hard work, everyone says so < 08@Morgan > and? * Varick sighs < 14Varick > I might be too much to handle < 08@Morgan > I've fought monsters, argued with my father, sailed the seas... I think I can manage * Varick nods < 14Varick > When will it be? < 08@Morgan > we're looking into doing it soon < 14Varick > How do you do it? < 08@Morgan > its very complicated * Varick nods < 14Varick > wish it was done already < 08@Morgan > it doesn't make a lot of difference really < 14Varick > why? < 08@Morgan > because I'm not going to let you go away. I will do whatever I must to keep you safe < 14Varick > **Though the sky is fairly clear, there is a distant rumble of thunder, and the air temperate seems to drop. < 14Varick > temperature* * Varick 's eyes go wide < 14Varick > That was strange * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > that it was * Varick shivers slightly < 14Varick > will you show me how to skim now? < 08@Morgan > are you not too cold? * Varick shakes his head, standing up < 14Varick > no * @Morgan nods, holding up a pebble < 08@Morgan > you need one thats fair flat, and ideally rounded * Varick roots around for one, showing him a selection of three * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > any of those will do * Varick picks one, pocketing the other two < 08@Morgan > it needs to be spinning when it hits the water, and more or less flat * Varick watches him < 14Varick > ok * @Morgan stands up and demonstrates with a rock * Varick copies him. The pebble hits the water, and sinks < 14Varick > Oh! < 08@Morgan > it needs to spin, Varick... the strength you throw it with isn't important * Varick nods, retrieving another stone. This time it spins, bouncing across the smooth surface twice < 14Varick > I did it! < 08@Morgan > well done Varick * Varick repeats the process with the final stone, getting four bounces this time. He immediately hunts for more stones < 14Varick > If I am yours, you can teach me everything < 08@Morgan > I'll certainly try... understand, Varick, I am not replacing your father * Varick looks shocked < 14Varick > I know. You are Morgan, not Baron Eldreich. < 08@Morgan > precisely * Varick shrugs < 14Varick > Grown ups dont make alot of sense * @Morgan laughs * Varick proceeds to throw a few more stones, until a servant comes to tell them breakfast is ready < 14Varick > **the servant heads back inside* * Varick looks to Morgan with a sigh < 14Varick > Should have had some from the cart < 08@Morgan > we'd have had to have some in the house anyway * Varick nods solemnly < 14Varick > I suppose so < 14Varick > Will we go to the building site after breakfast? < 08@Morgan > most likely I'd gave thought * Varick goes back to the lawn, taking up the cart handle * @Morgan goes with him < 14Varick > Will Molly come with us? < 08@Morgan > I dont know... I think she's a little busy * Varick nods < 14Varick > When will she be finished? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > I dont know * Varick starts to walk towards the house quietly. The cart is left outside as they go into the diningroom. Adalbrecht is already seated and eating * Varick is now known as Adalbrecht -NickServ- This nickname is registered and protected. If it is your -NickServ- nick, type /msg NickServ IDENTIFY password . Otherwise, -NickServ- please choose a different nick. -> * 14nickserv * identify forrester -NickServ- Password accepted - you are now recognized. * @Morgan bows slightly at the door * Adalbrecht is the only one there. He looks up from his papers. < 14Adalbrecht > Good morning to you both, help yourselves. * @Morgan does so < 14Adalbrecht > V: *he bows, eyeing up the mountain of food thats gone uneaten. he picks a seat and fills his plate, eating quietly* * Adalbrecht watches Morgan < 14Adalbrecht > You are well, I trust? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > Varick and I are going down to the building site after breakfast * Adalbrecht nods, sipping his coffee < 14Adalbrecht > Do not forget they need only work til lunchtime, to prepare for this evening * @Morgan nods * Adalbrecht smiles broadly < 14Adalbrecht > As of first thing this morning, there is no longer a ceramic plate or bowl to be bought new or second hand left in any shop in Sudlachenburg * @Morgan looks at Varick < 08@Morgan > you see what I mean? < 14Adalbrecht > V: *he grins and looks to Adalbrecht* He'll have lots of sweeping to do. * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > Still complaining about it all, Morgan? < 08@Morgan > commenting in resignation, my lord * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > At least you've the bridal plate to look forward to * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > V: *he looks at morgan, toast in mid-air* whats a bridal plate? < 08@Morgan > its a plate that Molly and I will break... it predicts how many children we will have < 14Adalbrecht > V: *he looks gobsmacked* Wow! How does it know?! < 08@Morgan > I dont know... magic perhaps < 14Adalbrecht > v: Does it get it right? < 08@Morgan > well... father? * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > Almost always. Mine broke almost perfectly in two. < 14Adalbrecht > V: *he nods enthusiastically* It's exciting! * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > V: *he glances quickly at Morgan before turning his new expression, the puppy dog eyes that he's obviously picked up from Molly, on Adalbrecht* I wish _I_ could be there * Adalbrecht smiles at him, then Morgan < 14Adalbrecht > What thinks you Morgan, it'll be easily 9 o'clock before he'd be ready for bed... *he winks at hs son* It is _very_ late < 14Adalbrecht > V: *he starts to pout* < 08@Morgan > very very late < 14Adalbrecht > But I suppose it _is_ a special occasion? *he asks Morgan leadingly* < 08@Morgan > well... that is true < 14Adalbrecht > V: *he looks at them both* Pleeeeease? I'll be so good you'll thnk I'm asleep! < 08@Morgan > what thinks you, my lord? it is your house after all * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > Oh go on then < 14Adalbrecht > V: *he looks really pleased* Thank you! * Adalbrecht eats whilst a few minutes peacefully pass < 14Adalbrecht > Have you seen Molly or Jarvie this morning? * @Morgan nods, eating some toast < 14Adalbrecht > Are they coming to breakfast? < 08@Morgan > I think they were planning an al fresco breakfast * Adalbrecht rolls hs eyes < 14Adalbrecht > Women. * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > if it makes them happy... * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > Your mother and Martha are having a lie-in to prepare for this evening's merriment < 08@Morgan > I was going to attempt to, but I dont sleep very well < 14Adalbrecht > There are remedies for that * @Morgan shrugs < 14Adalbrecht > Once you are on your honeymoon, you'll sleep well < 08@Morgan > perhaps < 14Adalbrecht > You are stayng at the site until lunchtime? < 08@Morgan > most likely, yes < 14Adalbrecht > Guests arrive at five for the food and drink. You'll toss the plate aroud eight, and then the smashing begins. * @Morgan mutters sardonically < 08@Morgan > smashing * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > It'll be wonderful... This wedding is getting rather expensive though < 08@Morgan > then scale back the celebrations < 14Adalbrecht > Not a chance. I'll never throw such a lavish wedding again in my lifetime < 08@Morgan > it will do no good to bankrupt the sudlache < 14Adalbrecht > It's expensive, but not unaffordable < 08@Morgan > it concerns me that you are worried about it < 14Adalbrecht > I'm not. I was simply stating a fact, just as the fact that I bought a whole barrel of blockners for this evening < 14Adalbrecht > __ * Quits: @Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.50 ) (Ping timeout ) * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.50] has left IRC Session Close: Tue Sep 07 04:44:14 2010 Session Start: Tue Sep 07 04:44:14 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Tue Sep 07 04:44:14 2010 Session Start: Sat Sep 18 01:40:26 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' -ChanServ- This channel has been registered with ChanServ. * ChanServ sets mode: -o Adalbrecht * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.20] is on IRC (00:00) * Joins: Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.20) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 < 14Adalbrecht > It is around three in the afternoon when Morgan and Varick enter the main doors of the house. There are two hours to go before the villaers, and their crockery, are due to descend en mass upon de Dauerhaftigkeit. After his earlier unhappiness, Varick is much more cheerful after being allowed to help the men on the ste, and beng fussed by the women there * Adalbrecht is now known as Varick * Varick looks around the hallway < 14Varick > Now what do we do? < 08@Morgan > now we practice the art of being unobtrusive < 14Varick > What does that mean? < 08@Morgan > it means avoiding having to do any work in this instance * Varick looks confused < 14Varick > we don't want to help? < 08@Morgan > I thought we might like to relax a little * Varick nods < 14Varick > before the party? < 08@Morgan > I'll have a lot of sweeping to do... I think its best if I ensure I have energy left, dont you? < 14Varick > cake will help * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > absolutely * Varick grins < 14Varick > I'd like some < 08@Morgan > I rather thought you might... lets go to the kitchen, see if there's any left * Varick walks along beside him. The kitchen is full of noisy, heat and fraying tempers. It seems crammed with people and food * @Morgan watches the bustle for a moment, holding Varick in the doorway < 14Varick > *no-one seems to notice them < 08@Morgan > perhaps it would be better to come back later, Varick * Varick looks really disappointed < 14Varick > I think so * @Morgan watches the people for a minute longer < 14Varick > *they still work at the mountain of food tht must be prepared to feed the 200 guests * @Morgan turns and heads away from the kitchen * Varick follows dejectedly * @Morgan sighs < 08@Morgan > and we were doing so well at cheering you up * Varick shrugs < 14Varick > There'll always be more cake < 08@Morgan > on the plus side... they're doing quite a good job of getting the food ready for tonight < 14Varick > Going to be alot < 08@Morgan > there'll be a lot of people I understand * Varick nods < 14Varick > and everyone will be very hungry < 08@Morgan > certainly < 14Varick > If I wasn't your friend, I would still come to eat < 08@Morgan > would you? * Varick nods < 14Varick > It smells nice < 08@Morgan > it does rather < 14Varick > When are the people coming? < 08@Morgan > about two hours I think < 14Varick > Will I have to get dressed up? < 08@Morgan > If you're going to be staying up, I think you should, dont you? * Varick sighs < 14Varick > I suppose so < 08@Morgan > It wont be that bad * Varick nods < 14Varick > will everyone be dressed up? < 08@Morgan > I would imagine so < 14Varick > will you? < 08@Morgan > absolutely * Varick smiles < 14Varick > Are you going to have wings? * @Morgan laughs < 08@Morgan > no, I'm not... I'm going to have a broom < 14Varick > Can I have a broom? < 08@Morgan > I'm afraid not Varick < 14Varick > why? < 08@Morgan > because its a tradition that Molly and I must sweep up all the debris * Varick nods solemnly < 14Varick > I'll have a broom another day < 08@Morgan > I've no doubt < 14Varick > Will you help me find somethng to wear? < 08@Morgan > if you want < 14Varick > Molly and Inga normally help me < 08@Morgan > I suspect they'll be busy getting ready themselves * Varick nods < 14Varick > I think so < 08@Morgan > something you'll notice more as you grow older... girls take a very _very_ long time to get ready for anything < 14Varick > why? < 08@Morgan > I dont think we're meant to understand * Varick frowns as if puzzling over it * Quits: @Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.20 ) (Quit: 05 14I 05- 15n 05- 15v 05- 00i 05- 00s 05- 15i 05- 15o 05- 14n 05 2.0 Build 3515 ) * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.20] has left IRC Session Close: Sat Sep 18 03:56:18 2010 Session Start: Sat Sep 18 03:56:18 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Sat Sep 18 03:56:18 2010 Session Start: Sat Sep 18 23:47:00 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' * ChanServ sets mode: -o Varick Session Time: Sun Sep 19 00:00:00 2010 * Varick is now known as Adalbrecht -NickServ- This nickname is registered and protected. If it is your -NickServ- nick, type /msg NickServ IDENTIFY password . Otherwise, -NickServ- please choose a different nick. -> * 14nickserv * identify forrester -NickServ- Password accepted - you are now recognized. * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.20] is on IRC (00:00) * Joins: Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.20) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 < 14Adalbrecht > ***Once they are both dressed, they head through the corridors down to the banquet hall which leads out to the back of the house where the girls were building the stage. The door is closed. * @Morgan hesitates at the door slightly, looking around the frame before moving closer to it < 14Adalbrecht > **The frame is as it should be, the little bag of protective herbs discretely nailed to the top left, as is normal in the house * @Morgan listens at the door momentarily < 14Adalbrecht > **It's very quiet * @Morgan looks vaguely suspicious before opening the door * Adalbrecht is the only one in the room, standing opposite and looking out of the large door which lead to the terrace. Th massive hall is filled with tables and benches, enough to seat all the villagers, and tables around the edge already bearing a great deal of food and drink. On the walls are the Koertig and Fischler crests. * @Morgan looks around < 08@Morgan > its almost... like a bigger version of the Torrington dining room during the party season < 14Adalbrecht > **there is also a stretch of empty tables to one side * Adalbrecht looks around < 14Adalbrecht > I doubt they ever hold such a large event * @Morgan smiles faintly... I think, most probably, it only resembled this place because I was the one that arranged it * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > Suprising the habits you repeat without intention * Quits: @Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.20 ) (Ping timeout ) * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.20] has left IRC * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.53] is on IRC (00:00) * Joins: Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.53) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 < 08@Morgan > ((test)) * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > Suprising the habits you repeat without intention * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > perhaps it was an unwitting expression of a subconscious desire to return * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > Perhaps indeed * Adalbrecht looks over Varick with a brief nod, before looking to Morgan < 14Adalbrecht > Nervous? < 08@Morgan > only of flying crockery * Adalbrecht laughs * @Morgan narrows his eyes slightly < 08@Morgan > actually... thats not quite right... I'm a little wary that the plate wont smash * Adalbrecht becomes serious, and motions Morgan over to him. Varick has wandered off to look at the food * @Morgan walks closer < 14Adalbrecht > Why are you so concerned? < 08@Morgan > perhaps I'm not meant to have any more... * Adalbrecht looks at him, with a suprising degree of empathy < 14Adalbrecht > Why wouldn't you be? < 08@Morgan > now that I cant answer < 14Adalbrecht > Can't because you do not know? * @Morgan nods * Adalbrecht nods, looking outwards once more < 14Adalbrecht > Until you see it smash, you can't be sure. For those years after you were born, we thought that our own plate had been wrong. There are no guarantees. * @Morgan nods < 14Adalbrecht > Molly has the Koertig ring? < 08@Morgan > No... not yet * Adalbrecht nods slightly < 14Adalbrecht > It has always proven true * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > so mother told me < 14Adalbrecht > And to the best of my knowledge, the plates thrown by those brides always broke < 08@Morgan > were any rocks involved? < 14Adalbrecht > Rocks? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > if a rock was placed where the plate was going to land... * Adalbrecht shakes his head < 14Adalbrecht > No-one would do such a thing! < 08@Morgan > I feared as much < 14Adalbrecht > Why? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > I'm a soldier... I'm meant to find ways to achieve what I want * Adalbrecht actually looks slightly pale < 14Adalbrecht > I dread to think what bad luck would come from cheating such a superstition < 08@Morgan > maybe its making a new one instead... I've done that before * Adalbrecht watches him < 14Adalbrecht > Or you could just have faith < 08@Morgan > With respect, my faith hasn't really stood me in good stead up to this point * @Morgan looks out the window < 08@Morgan > but thats between me and God * Adalbrecht stays silent briefly < 14Adalbrecht > Is Molly as nervious about the plate not smashing? < 08@Morgan > I dont know, frankly < 08@Morgan > it only really occured to me recently * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > Perhaps you wold feel better were she wearing the ring? < 08@Morgan > most likely < 14Adalbrecht > She and the others are just outside... < 08@Morgan > before I do... Varick and I have discussed my intentions for him * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > How did you broach it? < 08@Morgan > its complicated... you'll notice he's more back to his cheerful self, though * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > why is that? < 08@Morgan > because he knows he's wanted here... he was having a few problems. * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > And how does he feel about the adoption? < 08@Morgan > excited I think would describe it best... relieved, also < 14Adalbrecht > He is not keen to go with Jarvinia now? < 08@Morgan > he wants to be with Molly and I * Adalbrecht smiles broadly < 14Adalbrecht > I can understand that < 14Adalbrecht > V: *he starts walking over* * Adalbrecht looks at Morgan < 14Adalbrecht > I think I'll take Varick down to see the stage. I'll ask Molly to come up to you * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > thank you. * Adalbrecht eases Varick out of the doors. The terrace stretches along to two sets of steps down to the back courtyard, and they disappear * Adalbrecht is now known as Molly -NickServ- This nickname is registered and protected. If it is your -NickServ- nick, type /msg NickServ IDENTIFY password . Otherwise, -NickServ- please choose a different nick. -> * 14nickserv * identfy forrester -NickServ- Unknown command identfy . "/msg NickServ HELP" for help. -> * 14nickserv * identify forrester -NickServ- Password accepted - you are now recognized. * Molly comes up the steps, along and through the door. She wears her hair loose but pretty, weaved with brown and gold flowers that match the dress he brought her back from Freiburg. She smiles at him, coming mmediately to him < 04Molly > Liebes herz, you are well? < 08@Morgan > last time I checked * Molly grins < 04Molly > You wished my company? < 08@Morgan > I have something for you * Molly tilts her head with a wicked smile and raised eyebrow < 04Molly > Indeed? * @Morgan fishes a box from his pocket * Molly watches < 08@Morgan > this is worn by the Veisgrafen. Its time you had it * Molly bites her lip, cheeks flushing < 04Molly > thank you, my love. I hope its power is true for us * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > its the best I can do in terms of a guarantee for the plate... since my father seemed quite set against me setting a rock * Molly looks suprised < 04Molly > You do not think it will break? < 08@Morgan > it is a concern I have in mind * Molly nods a little < 04Molly > I do not think you need be concerned dear one. I come from a very fertile line. * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > And... well... * Molly shrugs a little < 04Molly > It'll be well, I'm sure < 08@Morgan > speaking of things being well... I've spoken with Varick * Molly looks intrigued < 04Molly > About the adoption? < 08@Morgan > and his mood * Molly waits patiently < 08@Morgan > he's having some issues... he's having trouble remembering as much about his father as he did * Molly nods sadly < 04Molly > he is so young * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > we've decided that we're going to write down everything he remembers * Molly smiles < 04Molly > that is a fantastc idea liebling < 08@Morgan > I rather liked it < 04Molly > He is happier? < 08@Morgan > much < 04Molly > I'm glad, truly * @Morgan nods * Molly holds out her hand * @Morgan fumbles with the box * Molly giggles * @Morgan produces the ring * Molly gasps < 04Molly > it's beautful! * @Morgan nods * Molly watches the way the teardrop shaped stone catches the light < 04Molly > I love it < 08@Morgan > good * Molly waits for him to put it on her finger * Quits: @Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.53 ) (Ping timeout ) * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.53] has left IRC * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.53] is on IRC (00:00) * Joins: Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.53) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 * Molly waits for him to put it on her finger * @Morgan places it on her finger * Molly holds his hand, looking up at him < 04Molly > Morgan, I... *she blushes a little* I love you < 08@Morgan > I love you too blossom * Molly looks around as the inside door opens, several servants wheeling huge trolleys of hot food in * @Morgan watches the servants * Molly smiles at him < 04Molly > I suppose that is our cue to wait outside for the guests * @Morgan sighs < 08@Morgan > I suppose so * Molly lowers her voice < 04Molly > you'd rather not * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > but we must < 04Molly > what would you prefer to be doing instead? < 08@Morgan > anything but meeting and greeting really * Molly smiles < 04Molly > but everyone is so excited * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > its exciting business having the next ruler of the area sweep up your mess * Molly giggles < 04Molly > If it weren't for the sweeping, would you enjoy it? < 08@Morgan > the sweeping isn't my issue... its the expectation. There's a reason I tend to shy away from the limelight... I plain dont like it * Molly squeezes his hand < 04Molly > From modesty, or because you fear publically failing? < 08@Morgan > both... and I dont like being the centre of everyones attention < 04Molly > And mine? < 08@Morgan > someones attention I can handle, just not everyones < 04Molly > It is only another week liebling, and then it'll just be the two of us * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > And then you shall have to bear being the sole centre of my attention! * Molly smiles < 08@Morgan > I think I'll manage to bear that burden * @Morgan smiles * Molly grins, leading him to the doors whlst the nosy clatter marks the unloading of the trolleys behind them * @Morgan follows < 04Molly > Once all the plates are broken, I should imagne everyone will leave < 08@Morgan > maybe * Molly inhales he warm summer air. The sky is clear and from the terrace they can see the majority of the villagers have arrived. < 04Molly > Very few will surely wish to stay once everything has been eaten, drunk and broken? < 08@Morgan > Who knows? I'm sure they'll derive much entertainment from my physical labour... * Molly laughs softly, the noise of the crowd talking becomes clearer. They descend the stairs to clapping and cheering Session Close: Sun Sep 19 04:49:10 2010 Session Start: Sun Sep 19 04:49:10 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Sun Sep 19 04:49:10 2010 Session Start: Sun Sep 26 22:25:45 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' * ChanServ sets mode: -o Molly * Morgan [~ident@host86-147-19-185.range86-147.btcentralplus.com] is on IRC (00:00) * Joins: Morgan (~ident@host86-147-19-185.range86-147.btcentralplus.com) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 11 Current Drive Storage Status 12— 14I 12- 15n 12- 15v 12- 00i 12- 00s 12- 15i 12- 15o 12- 14n 12— < 08@Morgan > 12Drive 11C 12of 11232GB 12has 11153GB 12free. 12Drive 11D 12of 11698GB 12has 11149GB 12free. 12Drive 11E 12of 1174.5GB 12has 1142.7GB 12free. 12Drive 11F 12of 11232GB 12has 1181.0GB 12free. 12Drive 11M 12of 1176.3GB 12has 1166.9GB 12free. 12Drive 11Z 12of 11149GB 12has 1197.1GB 12free. < 08@Morgan > 12Total Storage: 111.43TB 12 Total Used: 11874GB 12 Total Free: 11590GB < 04Molly > * Molly grins, leading him to the doors whlst the nosy clatter marks the unloading of the trolleys behind them < 04Molly > * @Morgan follows < 04Molly > < 04Molly > Once all the plates are broken, I should imagne everyone will leave < 04Molly > < 08@Morgan > maybe < 04Molly > * Molly inhales he warm summer air. The sky is clear and from the terrace they can see the majority of the villagers have arrived. < 04Molly > < 04Molly > Very few will surely wish to stay once everything has been eaten, drunk and broken? < 04Molly > < 08@Morgan > Who knows? I'm sure they'll derive much entertainment from my physical labour... < 04Molly > * Molly laughs softly, the noise of the crowd talking becomes clearer. They descend the stairs to clapping and cheering * @Morgan mutters < 08@Morgan > I can see this isn't going to be a low key affair * Molly smiles at him < 04Molly > When you decided you wished to marry as a Lord of Eisen, it became an inevitability, did it not? < 08@Morgan > I suppose it did < 08@Morgan > though as you've no doubt noticed, dignity in the face of the inevitable isn't really in the Eisen nature * Molly gigglesas she descends the steps beside him < 04Molly > But be of good cheer, my love, and look at the happiness you've brought to those around you, and the unification of the villagers you've created < 08@Morgan > who brought their own dishes... * Molly looks confused < 04Molly > I'm not sure I understand < 08@Morgan > The new villagers... have brought their own dishes, adding to our workload tonight < 04Molly > **the back garden is filled wth people, all in their best clothes.Everyone is there, young and old, families whose history is as long traceable in sudlachenburg as the koertigs, and the displaced wanders newly settled. Almost all the faces are familiar to him, Stefan, Tobias, Katinka, Otto, Sascha, those who own all the shops, traders, household staff. Clearly this is a momentous occasion for all. * Molly smiles at him < 04Molly > It will be well, how hard can it really be? * @Morgan shrugs slightly < 08@Morgan > we'll short find out < 04Molly > **The clapping and cheering continues. Both sets of parents, Jarvie, Inga, Varick and HeinzHarold are all stood on the platform below. Around the outside of the crowd are huge stacks of dishes and plates, thousands and thousands of them n neat ceramic columns * Molly gets to the bottom of the steps, and then climbs onto the raised platform they built that morning. She goes to stand beside Adalabrecht, who speaks quietly to her, to which she nods. The others on the stage watch Morgan * @Morgan climbs onto the stage, muttering under his breath < 04Molly > Verity: *she comes to stand beside him. Though she mostly looks happy, there is a flicker of worry n her familiar gaze* What troubles you, dear boy? * @Morgan smiles slightly < 08@Morgan > nothing mother < 04Molly > V: *she smiles, at ease* Everyone has come to see you, isn't it lovely? < 08@Morgan > it is. I'm a little surprised at some of the attendees < 04Molly > V: Really, who? < 08@Morgan > Otto and Sacha primarily < 04Molly > V: *she pats his hand, nodding slightly, compassionately* They're good people * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > they certainly are < 04Molly > *Adalbrecht clears his throat, standing tall at the front on the stage. His mere change in manner gathers a quiet hush from the people before him, his people. For allhis protests of increasing age, he is still an imposing, powerful man, a man respected and obeyed, and still a very handsome man, distinguished not dminished by the silvering of his hair and lining of his expression. * @Morgan resumes muttering almost silently < 04Molly > A: Come one and all, Children of the Sudlache, and feast upon the bounty at our table. Let us eat, drink and make merry, for tonight we do as we have for generations, called for luck for the nuptials due to be entered here! < 04Molly > **The crowd cheers loudly, interspersed with wolf-whistlng, laughter and clapping. The servants of the house lead the throngs up the steps on each side of the terrace, and into the banquet hall. < 04Molly > A: *he comes over to Morgan with a grin, waving his hand over the lawn now empty except of the mountains of dishes < 04Molly > A: Look at the masses of porcelain! < 08@Morgan > we could save some time and just pack it away now, save all the sweeping < 04Molly > A: *he laughs, clapping him on the back* No getting away from it now, my boy. You may as well go in and eat, you'll be wanting your strength! * @Morgan nods slightly, turning towards the hall < 04Molly > **The villagers at the back start to straggle, each wanting to personally congratulate him. They're all very reverential, calling him 'my Lord', bowing and curtseying. The others follow in, but Molly, Inga and Jarvie remain at the back, still on the stage, talking quietly * @Morgan stops and watches them from inside the door * Molly and the others take a basket each from behind their stage, and start to wander through the stacks and over the lawn, spreading rose petals of white, pink, yellow, red and cream on the ground. They all look almost like woodland nymphs, light-footed and ethereal at their task. There is somethng spell-bindng in their movements * @Morgan watches them, puzzled < 04Molly > *baskets empty, they are stored behind the stage whereupon coloured paper lanterns of different colours are brought out. Gigglng, the girls hang them from the branches of the trees around the clearing, making the forest seem less ominous. Unlit, the colours are still vivid, blues, reds, oranges against the woodland background. Some they hang with a little wooden ladder. It takes them nearly half an hour to hang them all. * @Morgan wanders towards the table once he's seen what they're doing < 04Molly > ((in the banquet room?)) < 08@Morgan > ((yes)) < 04Molly > **The hall is full of people, the benches well packed as everyone sits to eat and drink. There are no empty glasses, and huge jugs of ale, wine and blokners are sat at each table. The large trestle tables almost groan beneath the weight of the food upon them, empty platters reloaded frequently. Though the others are already seated, Varick remains standing by the table, eyeing up the expanse of edible dishes on it. * @Morgan creeps up behind him and lifts him into the air * Molly is now known as Varick * Varick shrieks very loudly, attracting laughter from many in the room < 08@Morgan > I see you're rather taken with the food young man * Varick nods, an arm flung round Morgan's neck < 14Varick > I've had two plates already! < 08@Morgan > two? No wonder you're hard to lift * Varick laughs < 14Varick > I'm still hungry though < 08@Morgan > still?! I dont want you having tummy ache come bed time < 14Varick > But if I do, I'll have to stay up < 08@Morgan > thats not good enough Varick... its not good to make yourself ill to gain a few more minutes before bed... minutes that you wont enjoy * Varick sighs < 14Varick > Maybe if I'm quiet, everyone will think I've gone to bed? < 08@Morgan > maybe. We'll have to see if we can spirit you into a hidey hole later * Varick grins < 14Varick > Can I stay up as long as you? Session Time: Mon Sep 27 00:00:00 2010 < 14Varick > **The general astmosphere in the room is positive, friendly, filled with laughter, loud talking, chinking tankards < 08@Morgan > I dont think so... I dont think even I should be awake as long as I'm going to be < 14Varick > Will Molly still kiss me goodnight? < 08@Morgan > why wouldn't she? < 14Varick > She might forget < 08@Morgan > I really doubt that Varick * Varick nods < 14Varick > The chicken is nice < 08@Morgan > I'll have to try some * Varick wriggles to get down, as the local blacksmith, Lars, comes to Morgan * @Morgan lets him down, turning to Lars < 14Varick > L: *he bows* My Lord, congratulations on your upcoming wedding * Varick scampers off < 08@Morgan > thank you Lars. Thank you for coming < 14Varick > L: *he smiles* we wouldn't have missed it, my Lord. My wife had a wish for new dishes, but I said she couldn't have any as the old one would do... * @Morgan smiles < 08@Morgan > well, I'm glad I've helped make the lady happy < 14Varick > L: She is that, my Lord *he smiles* If there is anything you need for the wedding, I'd be happy to oblige... < 08@Morgan > I'll let you know, Lars... I've no doubt something will come to mind * @Morgan picks up a piece of chicken < 08@Morgan > now that you mention it though... < 14Varick > L: *he smiles, patiently* My Lord? * @Morgan glances round < 08@Morgan > rings... and a panzerhand for the boy < 14Varick > L: *he smiles, somewhat disconcertingly, and nods* Of course. I would need measurements, but am entirely at your leisure, my Lord * @Morgan raises an eyebrow slightly < 08@Morgan > thats an awfully bright smile you seem to have there, Lars... < 14Varick > L: *he blushes a little. He's perhaps five years older than Morgan, a handsome, solid sort, dark-haired with bluish-green eyes. Though not stunning, he has never been at a loss for female attention.* I thought ou must have had rings made elsewhere, what with it only being a week away * @Morgan shrugs slightly < 08@Morgan > I doubt I need to explain... things are slipping my mind lately < 14Varick > L: *he laughs, a very masculine sound* Happens to most men so close to the wedding, my Lord. * @Morgan nods, biting the chicken < 08@Morgan > will you be able to complete them in time? < 14Varick > L: I'll work on nothing but < 08@Morgan > thank you Lars, I appreciate that < 14Varick > L: You're welcome, my Lord * Varick comes back with a plate piled high * @Morgan looks at the boy * Varick hands it to Morgan as Lars bows and retreats to his own plate * @Morgan takes it < 08@Morgan > am I to assume you're planning to eat all this? * Varick shakes his head < 14Varick > It's for you. I got you all the best bits < 08@Morgan > by the looks of this, you got me _all_ the bits * Varick frowns * @Morgan smiles and nudges the boy < 14Varick > Just the one I thought you'd like < 08@Morgan > it was very thoughtful of you Varick, thank you < 14Varick > Should I get a plate for Molly? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > though, perhaps a little less on it? * Varick nods, and goes to get one. The noise in the hall becomes louder, singing beginning. The Koertigs and Forresters sit at a table to one side, a few spaces empty. * @Morgan wanders over towards the table, heading for one of the spaces < 14Varick > **The parents are talking happily together, and all make room for Morgan* * @Morgan sits down, looking appraisingly at the food on his plate < 14Varick > **There is a great deal of it, but it does look to have been picked with great thought, and with Morgan's preferences in mind. The others look at the stacked plate* < 14Varick > A: Hungry, Morgan? < 08@Morgan > Not especially, but I wasn't about to tell Varick that < 14Varick > A: That boy ought to be the size of a mountain by the ammount he eats * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > he's a good lad though < 14Varick > A: He is indeed * Varick comes over with another plate, smaller this time. He looks around < 14Varick > Where is Molly? < 08@Morgan > I think she's still outside < 14Varick > A: What is she outside for? * @Morgan looks at his father < 08@Morgan > My lord, if _you_ dont know, how am I expected to? < 14Varick > A: *he laughs* My son, she is _your_ bride... If anyone should know, it is you! < 08@Morgan > It'd mean asking Jarvie also, and I'm just not brave enough for that < 14Varick > **They all laugh* < 14Varick > should I go and find her so that she isnt hungry? < 08@Morgan > Go as far as the stage area, if you cant see her, come back * Varick nods, running off < 14Varick > A: Once everyone has finished eating, we'll move back outside * @Morgan nods * @Morgan looks up and down the table for the blokners < 14Varick > **Theres a whole jug full, and several empty tankards waiting* * @Morgan leans in to his father < 08@Morgan > if I start pouring that, I'm going to have to fill the tankards, aren't I? < 14Varick > A: Why would that be? < 08@Morgan > its the polite thing to do < 14Varick > A: *he shrugs* everyone who wants any will serve themselves * @Morgan nods, and pours himself a tankard of the drink < 14Varick > **Several hours pass as the village makes the most of the feast. Slowly the attendees become more and more boisterious as the ale and wine flows fast. Molly and the others come on briefly to eat. As the meal winds down, Adalbrecht announces that the bridal plate will be thrown shortly, causing them the all filter back outside, die Dauerhaftigkeit's residents following on, Molly at the back * @Morgan wanders towards the doors, once again muttering under his breath * Varick comes to his side, looking concerned < 14Varick > ++++edit+++ * Varick is now known as Molly * Molly comes to his side, looking concerned < 04Molly > What is the matter, dear heart? < 08@Morgan > nothing blossom * Molly smiles < 04Molly > You were muttering... * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > Perhaps you'll be more at ease when the plate is broken? * @Morgan blushes slighty < 08@Morgan > perhaps * Molly gently takes his hand, squeezing briefly as they follow the crowds down. Now the little lanterns are lit, glowing vibrantl against the coming sunset, the air filled with the soft scent of rose petals, making the whole night smell to hm like the perfume against her warm skin. It looks beautiful. The villagers resume their places, and only Adalbrecht stands upon the stage. < 04Molly > What thinks you? < 08@Morgan > I think you've been busy * Molly smiles < 04Molly > wshed to make ths memorable for you < 08@Morgan > you've managed that quite well * @Morgan smiles < 08@Morgan > I take it Varick found you? * Molly nods < 04Molly > He usually does < 04Molly > A: *he beckons them up* * @Morgan offers his arm * Molly takes it, climbing up. She goes to stand near Adalbrecht. Those below are talking amongst themselves. * @Morgan mutters once more before coming to stand beside them * Molly is now known as Adalbrecht -NickServ- This nickname is registered and protected. If it is your -NickServ- nick, type /msg NickServ IDENTIFY password . Otherwise, -NickServ- please choose a different nick. -> * 14nickserv * identify forrester -NickServ- Password accepted - you are now recognized. * Adalbrecht takes each of their hands, joining them together. He smiles at them, and a servant attracts his attention to one side. Molly looks at Morgan, blushing slghtly at being the centre of the attention of such a crowd < 08@Morgan > realistically, blossom, now is your last chance to rethink your decision < 14Adalbrecht > M: What decision? < 08@Morgan > your decision to marry me < 14Adalbrecht > M: *she grins* Why now? < 08@Morgan > that plate tends to be accurate... once its broken, you're stuck with me < 14Adalbrecht > M: *she giggles softly, lowering her voice and whisperng to him* Surely it means I'm stuck coming to your bed, not necessarily to be your wife though? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > eiher or < 14Adalbrecht > M: Have no fear liebling, I want this more than I've ever wanted anything < 08@Morgan > I'm glad < 14Adalbrecht > M: It is your last chance also... * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > not likely. Not after I've just asked God for some help with this plate < 14Adalbrecht > *Molly stares, open-mouthed. Though she tries desperately to find something to say, she merely opens and closes her mouth, overwhelmed and speechless. * Adalbrecht brings two brooms from the servant, and stands them against the table on the stage. He looks at the two of them, frowning deeply as he approaches * @Morgan looks at his father < 08@Morgan > I dont know what you're frowning at me for... I only get to throw one plate < 14Adalbrecht > M: *she quickly gets her expression under control* * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > Don't sulk Morgan, you're worse than Varick! < 08@Morgan > That, sir, is because... I've had more practice at sulking * @Morgan nods as if that ends that line of discussion before smiling slightly * Adalbrecht nods and goes to the front of the stage. Once again, the revellers quieten. The sun sinks low, sky a swirl of blues, reds and purples. The air is still and warm, the atmsophere alive with excitement. < 14Adalbrecht > Ladies and Gentleman... One of the most important moments of any Polterabend is the smashing of the bridal plate. Even more so when it's answers will foretell the future not just for this couple, but our whole village... < 14Adalbrecht > **The crowd cheers. Molly gently strokes Morgan's hand wth her fingertips reassuringly whlst watching him* * @Morgan glances around and suddenly looks calm * Adalbrecht tilts her head, perplexed by his changing expression < 14Adalbrecht > ((**molly)) * Adalbrecht fetches the bridal plate, and takes it to them, placing it into their joined hands < 14Adalbrecht > I hope you'll all join me in- **there is a loud thunk, followed by gasps from the crowd as one of the broomsticks sharply raps on the stage, a superstitious sign of an unexpected guest. There is an uneasy hush.** * Adalbrecht looks at Morgan briefly before addressing the crowd * @Morgan looks around, not obvious to any but Molly who has seen this behaviour before. He is obviously preparing for some sort of action < 14Adalbrecht > **Molly loosens his hand. Though not in the slghtest uneasy herself, she understands his need to be ready < 14Adalbrecht > -praying for the brightest of blessings to come forth from this u- **SLAM, the second broom falls forward, no discernable breeze, and another gasp drawn from the crowd, followed by a murmur* * @Morgan looks through the crowd for HeinzHarold * @Morgan spots him and makes a few obscure gestures at him before HH melts into the crowd * Adalbrecht looks slightly out of his depth. Molly, looking at both Koertig men upon the stage, takes a step forward. Morgan, being the only one to know her well enough, would see that sheer force of will it takes, and the nervous terror in her at such a bold act. She adresses the crowd, loud and clear* < 14Adalbrecht > What a fortunate omen, when we look now to the future, to see what wonders and glory lie ahead for Sudlachenburg, that we are given such a sign of those guests we have yet to come.... *Molly lays her hands upon her belly protectively* Has ever a Polterabend been so blessed? Let us break our plate, and see the approaching tides of those guests who shall serve to increase the prosperity of these lands! < 14Adalbrecht > **A huge cheer goes up, the pensive mood broken, and she retreats to Morgan's side, speaking quietly* < 14Adalbrecht > M: I hope to Theus your prayer was heard liebling, we need that plate to break lest the mood of the villagers turns negative once more * Adalbrecht looks at Morgan, relieved, before turning to the crowd * @Morgan nods, glancing around < 14Adalbrecht > **everything is as it should be, the crowd once more in good spirits. Molly holds one side of the plate as he holds the other. Adalbrecht motions them closer to the front. They can see the hopeful faces of verity, the forresters, jarvie, inga, varck, and all those they know, looking up at them < 14Adalbrecht > Now, 3.... 2.... 1.... * @Morgan tenses his arms in preparation to throwing the plate < 14Adalbrecht > **Molly does likewise, releasing it at the exact same moment as he does. Quietly, he hears her whispering to herself 'please, please, please'. The plate flies through the air, hih up. It twists slightly in the light, catching the glowing crimson rays in a scarlet flash. It seems as if it will never fall, as if it has slipped the earthly bonds of gravity to hang like a hawk on the held breath of those watching * @Morgan watches the plate, barely breathing * Adalbrecht squeezes his hand tight. Suddenly, the plate smashes to the ground as if thrown by Theus' own hand. The resounding crash and fracture seems a thousand times louder in the eerie silence, like a boom of thunder. < 14Adalbrecht > ((**Molly**)) * Adalbrecht is now known as Molly * @Morgan looks at he plate with a faint look of satisfaction * Molly opens her tightly clenched eyes as the cheer and applause becomes rawkus. The plate is definately broken. It lays in eight large pieces, plus one thin sliver stuck upright in the ground in the middle, like the centre of a sundial, nine pieces in total. she stares at it in amazement, almost deafened by the cheering of the crowd < 04Molly > *Adalbrecht and the others are cheering along with the villagers* < 08@Morgan > well... thats a relief * Molly moves closer to Morgan's side. < 04Molly > At least it broke * @Morgan nods * Molly looks at him, eyes soft < 04Molly > You are happy? * @Morgan smiles < 08@Morgan > I am * Molly squeezes his hand < 04Molly > And it will come true? < 08@Morgan > are you? < 04Molly > Yes, liebling, though part of me wishes we could celebrate it alone < 08@Morgan > oh? < 04Molly > *Adalbrecht has gotten down and is examining the pieces. The villagers all chat together, involving the forresters and verity in their discussion. Though centre stage, Molly and Morgan seem temporarily forgotten * Molly blushes < 04Molly > Of course < 08@Morgan > I wonder who the unexpected guests will be < 04Molly > You were not convinced by my speech? * @Morgan raises an eyebrow < 08@Morgan > almost... * Molly smiles < 04Molly > you are too generous < 08@Morgan > too suspicious perhaps * Molly nods < 04Molly > We both know that things are rarely that simple... < 08@Morgan > quite * Molly looks at him < 04Molly > Nine... not quite a dozen... < 08@Morgan > nines plenty < 04Molly > Is it likely to be true? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > more than likely * Molly grins at him < 04Molly > Best get plenty of practise then... * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > absolutely < 04Molly > *Varick comes up onto the stage, carrying something carefully* * @Morgan watches the boy < 04Molly > V: *he comes over to Morgan* < 08@Morgan > what've you got there Varick? < 04Molly > V: *he hands Morgan the thin upright fragment of the plate that was buried upright in the earth* * @Morgan takes it < 04Molly > **it is quite plain, but the 'V' from 'von' is visible at the edge, the only defining mark * @Morgan shows Molly * Molly 's eyes go wide < 04Molly > Well now... < 04Molly > V: *he looks at them solemenly* It has a 'V' < 08@Morgan > it certainly does < 04Molly > V: *he nods* and it was different * @Morgan nods * Molly bends down and picks him up < 04Molly > We need to take it back to the Graf, so that all the pieces stay together, where they belong, don't you think so, mein Mauschen? < 04Molly > *He snuggles up against her, and she puts her other hand in Morgan's* * @Morgan squeezes her hand < 04Molly > **They go down into the crowd of well-wishers amidst loud celebrations* * Quits: @Morgan (~ident@host86-147-19-185.range86-147.btcentralplus.com ) (Quit: 12— 14I 12- 15n 12- 15v 12- 00i 12- 00s 12- 15i 12- 15o 12- 14n 12— 3.2 (July '10) ) * Morgan [~ident@host86-147-19-185.range86-147.btcentralplus.com] has left IRC Session Close: Mon Sep 27 03:10:23 2010 Session Start: Mon Sep 27 03:10:23 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Mon Sep 27 03:10:23 2010 Session Start: Tue Sep 28 20:56:11 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' * ChanServ sets mode: -o Molly Session Close: Tue Sep 28 23:21:47 2010 Session Start: Tue Sep 28 23:21:47 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Tue Sep 28 23:21:48 2010 Session Start: Thu Sep 30 22:15:05 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' * ChanServ sets mode: -o Molly * Joins: Morgan (~ident@host86-171-227-103.range86-171.btcentralplus.com) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 04Molly > < 04Molly > V: *he looks at them solemenly* It has a 'V' < 04Molly > < 08@Morgan > it certainly does < 04Molly > < 04Molly > V: *he nods* and it was different < 04Molly > * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > * Molly bends down and picks him up < 04Molly > < 04Molly > We need to take it back to the Graf, so that all the pieces stay together, where they belong, don't you think so, mein Mauschen? < 04Molly > < 04Molly > *He snuggles up against her, and she puts her other hand in Morgan's* < 04Molly > * @Morgan squeezes her hand < 04Molly > < 04Molly > **They go down into the crowd of well-wishers amidst loud celebrations* * @Morgan smiles and nods at the various people < 04Molly > **Adalbrecht comes over to them, looking happy, and draws Morgan to one sde as Molly and Varick go to Martha and David * Molly is now known as Adalbrecht -NickServ- This nickname is registered and protected. If it is your -NickServ- nick, type /msg NickServ IDENTIFY password . Otherwise, -NickServ- please choose a different nick. -> * 14nickserv * identfy forrester -NickServ- Unknown command identfy . "/msg NickServ HELP" for help. * Adalbrecht looks to Morgan < 14Adalbrecht > That wasn't as bad as you thought, was it? < 08@Morgan > it could've been worse < 14Adalbrecht > It looks like you've got a busy decade ahead of you * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > it does rather * Adalbrecht watches him < 14Adalbrecht > I've never seen a piece stand on end like that though < 08@Morgan > No. Varick went and collected that piece for us < 14Adalbrecht > I wonder why < 08@Morgan > its the piece wth a V on it * Adalbrecht looks thoughtful < 14Adalbrecht > I wonder... * @Morgan watches his father * Adalbrecht looks around furtively < 14Adalbrecht > Perhaps it refers to Varick himself < 08@Morgan > well... I did wonder < 14Adalbrecht > perhaps you won't be quite so busy after all * Adalbrecht winks * @Morgan blushes * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > Little point being bashful, the whole village knows all about it now! < 08@Morgan > I know, but still... < 14Adalbrecht > Still what? < 08@Morgan > it still doesn't mean its something lightly discussed * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > Was Molly disappointed? < 08@Morgan > no, I think she's just grateful it broke < 14Adalbrecht > You worry too much, both of you < 08@Morgan > perhaps. The brooms didn't exactly help * Adalbrecht frowns < 14Adalbrecht > Yes, I can't say I like that < 08@Morgan > We'll cope with whomever it might be < 14Adalbrecht > I can't say I welcome any unexpected visitors, especially when there are so many expected ones to see to already < 08@Morgan > there's a barn. They can sleep there * Adalbrecht laughs < 14Adalbrecht > I meant in regards to security < 08@Morgan > security? < 14Adalbrecht > Protecting the valuables and so forth * @Morgan hoiks a thumb at the building < 08@Morgan > would you want to take that on? especially given _my_ reputation? < 14Adalbrecht > It doesn't do to discard the notion out of hand * @Morgan sighs slightly < 08@Morgan > I'll arrange for some guards * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > I think you also ought to arrange for Varick's bed time * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > after the suffering he had, he deserves to at least throw a plate < 14Adalbrecht > You want him to stay up?! * @Morgan looks at his father steadily < 08@Morgan > He is a part of my kin, and will be more than that. He stays long enough to see and throw a few plates * Adalbrecht waves his hand < 14Adalbrecht > As you will, he's your responsbility... * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > he deserves it and you know it < 14Adalbrecht > He _has_ been very well-behaved lately < 08@Morgan > indeed < 14Adalbrecht > I wonder how many plates the servants found from the stores here... < 08@Morgan > thirty or so * Adalbrecht smiles < 14Adalbrecht > Good < 08@Morgan > I take it you're going to partake in the flinging of crockery < 14Adalbrecht > It is tradition, after all < 08@Morgan > whats said of arrows? < 14Adalbrecht > What about them? < 08@Morgan > I think HeinzHarold is itching to show off his archery skills to Inga < 14Adalbrecht > I doubt it'd be _bad_ luck... Where is HeinzHarold? ((lemme know if he looks around closely)) < 14Adalbrecht > **The crowd is busy, noisy. He can see Molly and her family to one side, HH with them. Over by the forest line, Inga and Heinrich talk alone * @Morgan watches them for a moment before muttering < 08@Morgan > would you excuse me for a moment? * Adalbrecht nods, and heads over to Molly ((what is he watching)) < 08@Morgan > ((he'd glance at Molly before looking back at inga and heinrich) * Adalbrecht hugs Molly affectionately, and the little group laugh warmly at whatever is said. * @Morgan wanders slowly in the direction of Heinrich < 14Adalbrecht > **Inga is stood quite still, no expression, as Heinrich continues to talk** * @Morgan approaches them < 14Adalbrecht > H: Please, just think about it... I've changed, I really have. < 14Adalbrecht > I: *she looks at Morgan as he approaches* < 08@Morgan > Inga *he nods his head* < 14Adalbrecht > I: *she curtsies. she looks slightly tearful* Would you excuse me, my Lord? < 08@Morgan > of course < 14Adalbrecht > I: *she disappears off* Session Time: Fri Oct 01 00:00:00 2010 * Adalbrecht is now known as Heinrich * Heinrich brushes his light brown hair from his forehead * @Morgan watches Heinrich * Heinrich looks a little like a man who has made his last stand and now awats fate's hand, be she gentle or severe < 08@Morgan > we spoke about this * Heinrich nods < 14Heinrich > I've asked her to marry me * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > and she said? < 14Heinrich > Nothing yet... she is going to think about it * @Morgan sighs heavily < 08@Morgan > this is supposed to be a happy day, a time of enjoyment. And yet, despite our conversation, I am stood here trying to decide what to do. * Heinrich looks off at the trees < 14Heinrich > It will settle things once and for all * @Morgan watches the man evenly < 14Heinrich > There won't be any wondering * @Morgan looks around the garden < 08@Morgan > Go home Heinrich. Come by tomorrow when I'll have had time to decide what to do with you * Heinrich nods sadly, slipping into the trees * @Morgan watches him go for a moment before turning back towards the revellers < 14Heinrich > **The crowd is still happily chatting, and still drinking, out on the lawn. * @Morgan wanders back through the crowd looking for Inga * Heinrich is now known as Inga * Inga sits on the porch, watching over the festivities * @Morgan climbs onto the porch, sitting beside her * Inga smiles a little < 14Inga > I am very pleased the plate broke so well * @Morgan looks at her < 08@Morgan > not half as pleased as we were, I expect * Inga smiles < 14Inga > Of course < 08@Morgan > I warned him before he came back to leave you alone * Inga stops smiling < 14Inga > He thinks we should wed < 08@Morgan > I know. He told me. < 14Inga > What do you think? < 08@Morgan > I think you need to decide if thats what you want * Inga looks at her hands < 14Inga > I don't want to be a spinster < 08@Morgan > Thats hardly sound reasoning to my mind * Inga nods < 14Inga > I know... < 08@Morgan > how do you _feel_ about it? < 14Inga > We did deal tolerably well together, before... < 08@Morgan > and... Heinzharold? * Inga 's eyes lit up a little in the darkness at the mere mention of his name < 14Inga > I... we... it's complicated < 08@Morgan > I'm a simple man... certainly simpler than Heinzharold, so I'll need it explaining * Inga sighs wistfully < 14Inga > I think I love him < 08@Morgan > Oh, yes, that terribly complicated * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > wait... < 08@Morgan > no, I'm wrong, it isn't < 14Inga > It is. It is hard to feel it when it is unrequited * @Morgan blinks at her slowly < 08@Morgan > you think its unrequited? < 14Inga > well... yes... I think so... * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I see * Inga looks deep in thought < 08@Morgan > is Heinzharold stupid? * Inga smiles softly < 14Inga > No, he's wonderful < 08@Morgan > everyone else here, barring a certain few, are convinced he's an imbicil. He only allows those he really likes that he isn't. < 08@Morgan > and I mean really, really likes * Inga watches him, a hint of excitement there < 14Inga > You think perhaps he feels more than I think? < 08@Morgan > as far as I've been able to tell, he's besotted. There's only one way to know, though * Inga blushes < 14Inga > Really, how? < 08@Morgan > ask him * Inga shakes her head < 14Inga > It might scare him away < 08@Morgan > I dont think so < 14Inga > Do you think I should? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > no more wondering * Inga takes a deep breath < 14Inga > Should I tell him about Heinrich? < 08@Morgan > No... I will. * Inga nods < 14Inga > He is with Lady Koertig at present * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I'll go fetch him * Inga looks as if she wants to stop him, but doesn't * @Morgan looks at her < 08@Morgan > unless you'd rather * Inga shakes her head quickly, nervously < 08@Morgan > very well * @Morgan gets up and goes over to HH and his mother < 14Inga > V: *she smiles, chatting to HH about how they'll set up the rooms in the nursery, how many nannies they'll have* < 08@Morgan > excuse me mother, may I interrupt? < 14Inga > V: Of course, my dear boy < 08@Morgan > I'd lik a quick word with Heinzharold if thats ok < 14Inga > V: *she nods* I'll go and find my plates * @Morgan bows his head to his mother before turning to HH and speaking quietly to him for a moment < 14Inga > V: *she walks off, though glances now and then back at the men* < 08@Morgan > *HH nods and heads towards Inga* * Inga watches him approach nervously. She drops him a curtsey * Morgan is now known as HeinzHarold * Morgan [~ident@host86-171-227-103.range86-171.btcentralplus.com] has left IRC < 08@HeinzHarold > his worship said you wanted to speak to me? * Inga perches on the wall, looking at him carefully < 14Inga > I have something of a problem... * @HeinzHarold looks concerned * Inga intertwines her fingers, looking at them < 14Inga > I've noticed that my feelings have started to change < 08@HeinzHarold > have they? * Inga nods < 14Inga > I'm starting to feel more for you than just friendship... < 08@HeinzHarold > well its about time * Inga looks shocked < 14Inga > How do you mean? < 08@HeinzHarold > I was beginning to think you felt nothing _but_ friendship * Inga laughs quietly < 14Inga > You never said! < 08@HeinzHarold > no, I know < 14Inga > I thought that it was merely friendship for _you_ < 08@HeinzHarold > god no. Its taken all my concentration to not scare you off * Inga laughs < 14Inga > You wouldn't have < 08@HeinzHarold > well I didn't know that _then_ * Inga smiles at him < 14Inga > And now that you do? * @HeinzHarold sits down < 08@HeinzHarold > well, now I'll have to ask for his majesty's permission to court you officially * Inga smiles < 14Inga > Why his? * @HeinzHarold blinks, looking mildly confused * Inga takes the opportunity to move closer to his side < 14Inga > Why must you ask _his_ permission? < 08@HeinzHarold > because... you work in his household * Inga shakes her head < 14Inga > Lady Molly bought out my servitude... I am her ladies maid now < 08@HeinzHarold > then I'd better ask his permission to court his future wifes maid * Inga laughs < 14Inga > I'm almost certain he'll say yes < 08@HeinzHarold > most likely, but its only right I ask. * Inga smiles at him < 08@HeinzHarold > or... make my intentions known would be a better way of putting it < 14Inga > When? < 08@HeinzHarold > when what? < 14Inga > When must you tell him? < 08@HeinzHarold > Soon * Inga smiles broadly < 14Inga > Will he insist that we have a chaperone? < 08@HeinzHarold > maybe. I dont know * Inga wrinkles her nose < 14Inga > I hope not * @HeinzHarold nods < 08@HeinzHarold > I know, me too * Inga smiles < 14Inga > No-one is watching us now... < 08@HeinzHarold > I know * Inga kisses his cheek * @HeinzHarold blushes * Inga leans gently against him, quiet < 14Inga > I think I love you... < 08@HeinzHarold > thats just as well, since I _know_ I love you * Inga blushes in the dark, and kisses his cheek again < 14Inga > Did he tell you about Heinrich? * @HeinzHarold nods < 14Inga > I hope you are not too angry < 08@HeinzHarold > his almightyness is going to deal with him. You know that if you married him I'd have to kill him? < 14Inga > That isn't likely now < 08@HeinzHarold > no? < 14Inga > I was afraid that there could definately be no future for us, and I did not wish to grow old unloved < 08@HeinzHarold > well thats just not going to happen < 14Inga > I hope not < 14Inga > I think he only wishes to marry me so that I won't marry someone else < 08@HeinzHarold > would you marry someone else? < 14Inga > Yes < 08@HeinzHarold > me? * Inga nods < 14Inga > If you asked me, yes * @HeinzHarold nods < 08@HeinzHarold > I'd better put some thought into some spectacular gesture then * Inga smiles at him < 14Inga > No spectacular gesture is necessary * @HeinzHarold looks around < 08@HeinzHarold > it'd be bad manners to ask you here though * Inga watches him intently < 14Inga > would it? < 08@HeinzHarold > I think so. This is their day... for a stupendous amount of cleaning < 14Inga > How about if I already promise to say yes whenever you do ask? < 08@HeinzHarold > I think that'd be acceptable, speaking from a propriety point of view * Inga smiles < 14Inga > Good * Inga kisses his cheek again Session Close: Fri Oct 01 02:15:23 2010 Session Start: Fri Oct 01 02:15:23 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Fri Oct 01 02:15:23 2010 Session Start: Tue Oct 05 23:36:41 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' -ChanServ- This channel has been registered with ChanServ. * ChanServ sets mode: -o Inga Session Time: Wed Oct 06 00:00:00 2010 * Inga is now known as Varick * Morgan [~mads.stei@212.183.140.26] is on IRC (00:00) * Joins: Morgan (~mads.stei@212.183.140.26) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Morgan < 08@Morgan > 12 11Thanks for the @ 12 < 14Varick > Recap: polterabend iis progressing well, the crowd of over 200 stood outside die Dauerhaftigkeit. The bridal plate broke into 9 pieces, illiciting speculation from adalbrecht about the piece with the 'V' on it. Heinrich and Inga are safely tucked away on the terrace. * @Morgan looks around, eyeing the stacks of dishes balefully < 14Varick > **There is masses of them. Varick walks to Morgan, carrying one < 14Varick > Can I do the first one? < 08@Morgan > Lets ask the Graf... its his house after all * Varick nods < 14Varick > **Adalbrecht is off to one side, talking to Otto and Sascha * @Morgan wanders over < 14Varick > **Adalbrecht smiles, and Otto bows as Sascha curtsies < 14Varick > A: Morgan... *he tilts his head* < 08@Morgan > Sascha, Otto, Father < 14Varick > **S&O smile politely, though there is a slight hint of pain in each of their expressions* O: Congratulations, my Lord < 08@Morgan > thank you. How's your cough, Otto? < 14Varick > O: Better, thank you, my Lord < 08@Morgan > good < 14Varick > S: *she smiles, slightly sadly* Your bridal plate broke very well, my Lord < 08@Morgan > I half expected it to bounce < 14Varick > *S&O look at each other, before looking at him, a slight increase to the tension* S: why would it, my Lord? * @Morgan smiles slightly < 08@Morgan > I dont much like the unknown... < 14Varick > S: I do not think anyone does, my Lord < 08@Morgan > no, perhaps not... anyway, this young man here has some to ask the Graf if he may throw the first plate < 14Varick > *S&O look at him speculatively, intently* < 14Varick > A: *he nods* Of course you can, Varick. * Varick watches all the adults, his brow furrowing, mouth set in a serious line. * @Morgan looks at the boy < 08@Morgan > You have something to say to the Graf, Varick? * Varick looks up at him slowly, moving a fraction closer to Morgan, protectively < 14Varick > Yes * Varick looks to Adalbrecht < 14Varick > Thank you, my Lord < 08@Morgan > Good lad * Varick remains quiet, plate clutches to his chest * @Morgan looks at him < 08@Morgan > Head over to Molly, I'll be there presently * Varick eyes sascha and otto briefly before leaving < 08@Morgan > sometimes it seems like I'm playing a character but noones told me the plot * @Morgan looks towards Varick, concerned * Varick 's small form disappears into the crowd * Varick is now known as Adalbrecht -NickServ- This nickname is registered and protected. If it is your -NickServ- nick, type /msg NickServ IDENTIFY password . Otherwise, -NickServ- please choose a different nick. -> * 14nickserv * identify forrester -NickServ- Password accepted - you are now recognized. * Adalbrecht also watches, concerned < 14Adalbrecht > How long has he been in such a mood? < 08@Morgan > He hasn't... * Adalbrecht looks to S&O < 14Adalbrecht > Excuse us... < 14Adalbrecht > *they bow and curtsey * Adalbrecht leads Morgan to one side * @Morgan follows < 14Adalbrecht > I think it would be wise for you to stay with him < 08@Morgan > oh? < 14Adalbrecht > Perhaps it is the crowd and noise that has upset him < 08@Morgan > I'm not so sure * Adalbrecht frowns < 14Adalbrecht > What do you think? < 08@Morgan > I dont know... I'll stay with him * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > I'd prefer that < 08@Morgan > as you wissh * Adalbrecht nods < 14Adalbrecht > I do * @Morgan nods and heads back towards Varick * Adalbrecht is now known as Varick * Varick is stood near the open space with Verity and Martha * @Morgan puts a hand on his shoulder * Varick turns round. He visibly looks him over < 14Varick > Do I throw my plate now? < 08@Morgan > not yet. I want to know whats gotten into you * Varick frowns, looking around < 14Varick > Who are those people? < 08@Morgan > Villagers mostly * Varick shakes his head vigourously < 14Varick > No, the people with uncle Adalbrecht < 08@Morgan > Sascha and Otto < 08@Morgan > why? < 14Varick > Why don't they like me? < 08@Morgan > who says they dont? * Varick shrugs < 14Varick > I just know < 08@Morgan > I think you're wrong * Varick shakes his head < 14Varick > They looked at me strangely < 08@Morgan > You remember I told you I was married before? * Varick looks suprised < 14Varick > I don't think so * @Morgan nods and kneels down < 08@Morgan > It was a long time ago to a lady who lived in the village. Those people are her parents * Varick watches him carefully < 14Varick > Where did she go? < 08@Morgan > she died < 14Varick > like my daddy? < 08@Morgan > in a way, yes * Varick puts his little arms around Morgans neck and hugs him. The kiss he places on Morgan's forehead is suprising both because it has not been done before, and how soothing it is < 14Varick > I'm sorry < 08@Morgan > me too. Shall we break the plate? * Varick lets go < 14Varick > Do they think I'm your son? < 08@Morgan > They might, I suppose < 14Varick > Thats why they dont like me. < 08@Morgan > Could be... I'll set them straight * Varick looks at the plate, a little confused < 14Varick > But you _are_ going to look after me til I'm a man < 08@Morgan > Yes. < 14Varick > lots of people will think I am * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > perhaps. That isn't what concerns me. < 14Varick > ok. shall we break the plate now? * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > if you're ready. Lets get Molly < 14Varick > Can't find her * @Morgan frowns < 08@Morgan > Where have you looked? < 14Varick > **David walks purposefully towards them* * @Morgan stands up < 14Varick > Here < 14Varick > D: *he tips his head in acknowledgement, but looks troubled* < 08@Morgan > David... < 14Varick > D: There is a problem < 08@Morgan > There always is. What is it? < 14Varick > **The crowd continues to be rowdy, helped by the servants frequetly topping up tankards. A maid offers one to David and Morgan < 14Varick > D: *he pauses at her approach, unspeaking* * @Morgan shakes his head at the maid < 14Varick > **she leaves them to it, called at by a villager* < 14Varick > D: That f-.. *he looks at varick* rude villager is over by the trees talking to Molly < 08@Morgan > rude villager? < 14Varick > The one who made the insult that got him in the stock ((about her not being the first choice either)) < 08@Morgan > ah... yes, I remember < 08@Morgan > Varick, would you go to my mother please, and stay with her * Varick does so * @Morgan looks at David < 08@Morgan > can you keep your fists to yourself? * Varick is now known as Forrester < 14Forrester > I'll try * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > wait here * @Morgan wanders off towards the stage without waiting for an answer * Forrester waits * @Morgan comes back through the crowd, Zweihander carried in one hand, as inconspicuous as it can be < 14Forrester > **the few villagers he passes watch on suprised, but they all know enough of his reputation enough to stay back and silent * @Morgan strides away from the crowd towards the trees * Forrester is now known as Molly -NickServ- This nickname is registered and protected. If it is your -NickServ- nick, type /msg NickServ IDENTIFY password . Otherwise, -NickServ- please choose a different nick. -> * 14nickserv * identify forrester -NickServ- Password accepted - you are now recognized. * Molly stands watching this man. The discussion looks slightly heated. He is average height but he still stands alot taller than she is. She holds out her hands slightly, palms up as if to say 'its not my fault', which only provokes him * @Morgan picks up his pace slightly, placing his spare hand on the axe on his belt * Molly takes a half step back as he begins to point his finger at her. She places her right hand across her waist towards her left hip. Whatever is being said, he's getting mor angry * @Morgan walks as fast as he can without breaking into a run * Molly 's stance changes, and it is worryingly like she is waiting for a fight. He continues to yell at her, and Morgan can make out fragments < 04Molly > V: She wouldn't... but of course... stocks... gone to... reputation... your fault! * @Morgan starts to jog * Molly stares him down, her reply quiet, building at the end < 04Molly > .... am a member of the Graf's family! * @Morgan glances round to see where David is before looking back and continuing his pace < 04Molly > *David is hovering at the edge of the crowd, unsure what to do* < 04Molly > V: I don't care! I don't care about anything any more! * @Morgan looses the axe and holds it in his right hand, jogging * Molly nods slightly, withdrawing the crested dagger Morgan gave her, holding it at her side < 04Molly > Know then that I will defend myself however necessary, not just for my own good, but for the future of sudlachenburg also. < 04Molly > V: *he looks even more furious, but doesnt respond* * @Morgan hurls the axe to pass within sight of both of them but to miss them by a fair distance and picks up his pace < 04Molly > V: *he yelps, and bolts for the forest* * Molly looks relieved * @Morgan runs after him as fast as he can * Molly follows him < 04Molly > **the villager can still be heard faintly in front of him * @Morgan ducks his head slightly and hurtles along * Molly chases him as fast as she can < 04Molly > **the sounds of the villager stop** * @Morgan slides to a halt and raises his voice < 08@Morgan > come out here. < 04Molly > **there is no response. Molly reaches him, touching his arm. She's out of breath, but there is something a little unfocused in her eyes ((how much does he watch her/he forest)? * @Morgan looks at her closer, often turning to scan the forest < 04Molly > **the look in her eyes is like Evie's used to get when she had visions** < 08@Morgan > Whats the matter Molly? * @Morgan unsheathes his sword, strapping the scabbard to his back < 04Molly > There is a summerhouse isn't there? It used to be a bluish colour, but no-one's used it in many years... * @Morgan watches her closely < 08@Morgan > Who told you that? * Molly looks dazed and confused < 04Molly > I... I don't know... one of the staff perhaps, or Inga? < 08@Morgan > you should go back to the house * Molly shakes her head < 04Molly > You musn't be out here alone < 08@Morgan > why? * @Morgan turns slightly < 04Molly > I don't know that either, liebling... * Molly looks up at him, eyes focused deeply on his < 04Molly > I will beg if I must * @Morgan frowns, putting his fingers to his mouth and whistling loudly, a two tone whistle * Molly keeps her dagger at her side, watching the forest with wary suspicion * @Morgan mutters < 08@Morgan > seven foot sword and he just had to run into trees * Molly smiles a little, shivering slightly < 04Molly > There's rather alot of trees to run for in this part of Eisen < 08@Morgan > disgusting isn't it < 04Molly > It's scary in the dark < 08@Morgan > dont touch the trees * Molly looks horrified < 04Molly > I promise I have no intention to! Will we go back? < 08@Morgan > What was he saying? * Molly sighs < 04Molly > His wife has told him she no longer wishes to be wed < 08@Morgan > because? < 04Molly > because he brought shame on her < 08@Morgan > thats just plain stupid * Molly shrugs < 04Molly > Stupid or not, that is the situation, and he blames me < 08@Morgan > well thats irrational... he should blame himself... or me * Molly nods < 04Molly > perhaps, but when is high emotion rational? < 08@Morgan > well... we'll just have to sort that out. * Molly looks to him, fear and pleading in her wide eyes < 04Molly > Please liebling, don't go in any further < 08@Morgan > why? * Molly 's eyes fill with tears < 04Molly > I can't explain it, but I am afraid for you < 08@Morgan > Did he touch you? * Molly shakes her head violently < 04Molly > No < 08@Morgan > I have to find him. I cant let this slide Molly < 04Molly > Morgan please, send someone else... *she looks up at him* I'm begging you * @Morgan looks at her solemnly < 08@Morgan > you and I are going to discuss this further * Molly 's gaze drops to the floor, tears spilling down her cheeks < 04Molly > If that is what you feel must be done * @Morgan turns back to the forest, raising his voice again < 08@Morgan > Alright, you've got a chance... come out and we'll discuss the situation and try to resolve it < 04Molly > **a few twigs snap in the distance** < 08@Morgan > Come on... none of us like being out here, lets get it sorted out < 04Molly > **he makes his way back to them in the dark, staying 10 feet away** * Molly becomes very still at Morgan's side < 08@Morgan > Are you ready to talk? < 04Molly > V: Do I have a choice? < 08@Morgan > Yes. < 04Molly > V: What options do I have anymore? < 08@Morgan > More than you might imagine. < 04Molly > V; Such as? < 08@Morgan > shall we continue this elsewhere? Primarily, anywhere but in the forest < 04Molly > V: *he nods, walking forward.*# < 08@Morgan > ah... how about a show of hands, prove you're not intent on doing something regrettable < 04Molly > *he does so, almost as if resigned to co-operating* < 08@Morgan > Good. Lets try to avoid a scene shall we? < 04Molly > *he nods* * Molly follows them, though hasn't sheathed the dagger * @Morgan wanders towards the treeline < 04Molly > *they both follow him. Molly wipes the tears from her eyes, which somewhat restores the streaks of mascara there * @Morgan moves away from the treeline * Molly and the villager wait until Morgan has stopped, and do likewise * @Morgan turns < 08@Morgan > where to begin < 04Molly > **they wait, watching < 08@Morgan > Is your wife here? < 04Molly > V: Somewhere in the crowd < 08@Morgan > fetch her. Tell her I want her here now and I'm not in the mood to take no for an answer < 04Molly > V: *he nods and goes* * Molly looks to Morgan < 04Molly > Are we also to discuss things now? < 08@Morgan > No * Molly frowns < 04Molly > I would not wish to have it ruin the celebration < 08@Morgan > I would not wish to argue in public < 04Molly > Must we argue at all? < 08@Morgan > I suspect so * Molly bites her lip, shoulders dropping < 04Molly > Should I go back to the others? < 08@Morgan > No. You prevented me from doing what needed to be done. Until I understand whats going on, I'm not going to be best pleased about that < 04Molly > I just have this feeling that there is something out there that is very dangerous * Molly eyes the trees warily * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > there's always something dangerous in there < 04Molly > I can not explain it, but I've seen enough dangerous things on the Estate to know a threat when I feel it. I am sorry to anger you, but I _know_ that something awful will happen if you go out there < 08@Morgan > and you would have me send someone else into that * Molly looks at him frankly < 04Molly > Much as you may hate me for it, I would have preferred the search left til daylight. * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > makes little difference now < 04Molly > I understand that danger to you is something I will have to bear in the years to come, but not tonight, not when the forest feels so full of malevolent sentience * @Morgan sighs * Molly looks up at him < 04Molly > I've never asked it of you befoe < 08@Morgan > I know * Molly watches his expression < 04Molly > I would not ask if I wasn't so sure < 08@Morgan > and thats something else that bothers me < 04Molly > What, liebling? < 08@Morgan > your sudden certainty... the summerhouse, for example < 04Molly > I've had some moments of intuition before, but only that I've known what was to be said before it was, or insights into solving puzzles, but never anything particularly noteworthy... til tonight < 08@Morgan > Best keep that to yourself for now * Molly nods < 04Molly > Especially here < 08@Morgan > indeed < 04Molly > Will you forgive me, my love? < 08@Morgan > always * Molly breaks into a broad grin < 04Molly > I am much relieved < 08@Morgan > lets see if we can fix this issue and then I might be < 04Molly > *the villager and his wife come over. they walk a good distance apart * Molly looks at the wife. She is a small, shrewish blonde with an angular, unpleasing face < 04Molly > V; this is.... WAS my wife. * @Morgan looks at her < 04Molly > W: *she curtsies* My Lord < 08@Morgan > Lets get to the point. Tell me whats going on < 04Molly > W: My Lord, when he was in the stocks, all the women of the village saw! He has behaved without honour and is a disgrace to our family. I am mocked and teased and shunned for it < 08@Morgan > shunned? < 04Molly > W: People avoid me, incase your ire transfers to them for associating with us. my Lord! < 08@Morgan > and thats it? < 04Molly > W: *she nods* < 08@Morgan > you're willing to abandon your marriage, a vow you made to God, because of that < 04Molly > W: But he promised to honour and protect me, and he hasnt! * @Morgan shakes his head < 08@Morgan > every man makes a mistake at some point in his life. This man made that mistake and paid the penalty for it. * @Morgan fixes her with his stare < 08@Morgan > you know my reputation? < 04Molly > W: yes, my Lord < 08@Morgan > When told to contemplate his punishment, he didn't beg for mercy. He didn't plead. He accepted what he believed would be his punishment with courage and dignity. < 04Molly > W: *she looks at him* That is something at least < 08@Morgan > something at least... in the face of fairly certain death, he maintained his dignity, and honoured his and your name. He was brave. He was stupid, but give most men enough ale and that'll be the case < 04Molly > W: *she sighs* He has always been a bit wayward when drunk < 08@Morgan > all men are... the fact remains, even when drunk, he did not dishonour you. Quite the opposite. He made a mistake and was prepared to pay the penalty. < 04Molly > W: *she nods* Can I tell the others that you said so, my Lord? < 08@Morgan > I'll be dealing with the others < 04Molly > W: *she looks at her husband* perhaps I've been a little hasty... < 04Molly > V: *he nods, hopeful* I'll make it up to you Karine < 04Molly > W: *she manages a smile* All right * Molly moves closer to Morgan, whispering* now what, liebling? * @Morgan looks at the man < 08@Morgan > come with me a moment < 04Molly > V: *he does so* My Lord? * @Morgan talks quietly < 08@Morgan > This is between you and I... you ever appear to act in such a manner to my betrothed, or anyone in my family... I'll take this seven foot sword, and I'll skewer you with it. You've had all the chances you're going to have on that score, understood? < 04Molly > V: *he looks pale* Yes my Lord < 08@Morgan > you've no need to worry... I'm not going to disembowel you for minor things... but lets be frank, what you've done today was not minor < 04Molly > V: *he nods* No, it was utterly dishonorable, and I am deeply sorry, my Lord < 08@Morgan > I dont care you're sorry. Just dont do it again. * @Morgan turns back to the women < 08@Morgan > now... lets see if we cant do something about this interaction between the villagers * Molly and Karine nod * @Morgan wanders back towards the crowd < 04Molly > **they all follow** * @Morgan climbs up onto the stage < 04Molly > **the whole crowd, including the koertigs and forresters turn to watch * @Morgan turns to the crowd, watching them for a moment < 08@Morgan > It has come to my attention... that some of you have taken it upon yourselves to turn certain others into social pariahs. * @Morgan looks around at the people < 04Molly > **there is an attentive silence. A few fidget. He can feel Adalbrecht watching him < 08@Morgan > That will not stand. If someone does wrong, they are punished. That is the end of the matter. We are not a committee to be veto'd when some alternative extension of that punishment appeals. < 04Molly > **again, silence** < 08@Morgan > We must all live here and that cannot be accomplished by ostracising eachother on a whim. < 04Molly > **there is alot of nodding** < 08@Morgan > I'm aware of my reputation. I'll clarify it. I am fair. I am firm. I am not cruel. The same stands for my father. < 04Molly > **there is a quiet round of applause < 08@Morgan > There will be no more mob justice, be it social or physical. It appears that although you can work together in a task, you cannot as a village. We will remedy that situation right now < 04Molly > **there is louder clapping** < 08@Morgan > every man and wife, stand together. < 04Molly > **there is alot of moving around until its mostly couples. Adalbrecht and verity stand side by side, as do martha and david. Molly comes to stand at the bottom of the steps, not quite a wife yet. * @Morgan beckons his future wife to him, and Varick * Molly gathers up Varick, and comes to Morgan's side, blushing hard * @Morgan surveys the group < 04Molly > **they all watch him intently* < 08@Morgan > Varick here has the honour of smashing the first plate. Once that is done, the first couple *he points at Karina and her husband* will pick up two plates. One they will keep hold of, the other they will give to the couple next in line, introducing themselves to eachother as they do. They'll then come up here and smash the plate. The second couple will pick up a second plate and repeat the process until we've gone through all of you. < 04Molly > **there is a great deal of clapping and cheering as they all move back from the smashing area < 04Molly > Varick: *he looks to Morgan* Now? * @Morgan whispers < 08@Morgan > shall we do it from higher? make sure it smashes? < 04Molly > V: *he nods* Yes! * @Morgan winks and the boy and hoiks him up onto his shoulders < 08@Morgan > now Varick < 04Molly > V: *he whoops and hollers as he throws the plate with all his might. It falls the huge distance to the ground, smashing loudly on the rough ground, and shattering < 08@Morgan > nicely done < 04Molly > V: *he hugs Morgans head, accidentally covering one eye. The crowd cheer as with a grin Karine and Ackley take up the plates as instructed, and throw one to the floor, which noisely breaks * Molly wraps her her arm around his waist, and looks up at him < 04Molly > If I didn't already love you with every fibre of my being, I would now... < 08@Morgan > I have a suspicion my father isn't going to be so glowing in his assessment of my actions < 04Molly > **The smashing in the background becomes more frequent as the plates go around, clapping and cheering mixed with the breaking noises * Molly squeezes him < 04Molly > Possibly... but you can't win them all, my love < 04Molly > V: *he wriggles to get down* when can I throw another one? < 08@Morgan > when everyone else has < 04Molly > V: But then I can throw lots? < 08@Morgan > a few... you're going to bed before too long < 04Molly > V: Owwwww that's not very much fun < 08@Morgan > Its more than you would've had. < 04Molly > V: *he nods* Will you both put me to bed? < 08@Morgan > I think we can steal away long enough to do that < 04Molly > **The crowd finishes smashing plates as they watch* * @Morgan lets Varick down < 08@Morgan > go break some < 04Molly > V: *he runs off to martha and david, and begins to smash plates, as does everyone else in a noisy free-for-all. Molly stays close to him, watching the chunks and fragments of porcelain pile up. < 04Molly > There is going to be so much sweeping to do! 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Molly stays close to him, watching the chunks and fragments of porcelain pile up. < 04Molly > < 04Molly > There is going to be so much sweeping to do! * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > nothing new for us * Molly smiles < 04Molly > Occasionally, I miss that * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > its one of the reasons I chop wood so often * Molly nods < 04Molly > It was always a pleasure to watch < 08@Morgan > I dont think my father takes much pleasure in my wielding an axe * Molly giggles < 04Molly > It isn't very refined... * @Morgan shrugs < 04Molly > **the smashing, laughering and hollering continues in the background as the moon begins to rise* < 04Molly > but then did you not once tell me that you were little concerned by the opinon of others, and none of those you knew at the time? * Molly smiles playfully < 08@Morgan > I'd rather lack finesse but get the job done * Molly raises an eyebrow with a grin, unspeaking * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > you're as bad as my father < 04Molly > in what regard? < 08@Morgan > minds that run through the gutter * Molly looks a little ashamed < 04Molly > I am sorry * @Morgan shrugs * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I think we ought to put Varick to bed, it must be nearing 11 o'clock * @Morgan nods * Molly looks to him < 04Molly > Unless you think otherwise? < 08@Morgan > no, he's been up too long as it is * Molly nods < 04Molly > I'll fetch him * Molly goes off to Varick as Inga comes down from the terrace (up to you if HH is with her) < 08@Morgan > (nah) < 04Molly > *she curtsies as she nearly bumps into Morgan, all flushed and pretty* My Lord... < 08@Morgan > Inga < 04Molly > I: *she smiles* thank you for your advice < 08@Morgan > it went well? < 04Molly > *she nods repeatedly* Oh yes, very well indeed < 08@Morgan > Good < 04Molly > I: should I take Varick up? < 08@Morgan > no, we'll do it < 04Molly > I: *she nods* yes, my Lord * Molly comes over with a tired looking Varick < 04Molly > Someone is for his bed < 08@Morgan > so it seems < 04Molly > I: *she curtsies, and wanders off into the crowd* < 04Molly > V: *he looks at Morgan* had enough smashing now * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > you'll sleep well tonight < 04Molly > V: will you carry me? * @Morgan lifts the boy up < 04Molly > V: *he snuggles against Morgan* < 08@Morgan > lets get you tucked to bed * Molly follows along quietly upstairs to the nursery. By the time they get to Varick's room, he is already asleep, warm and heavier in Morgan's arms * @Morgan works the nursery door open * Molly steps to his side, opening it for him * @Morgan carries the boy to his bed < 04Molly > V: *he fidgets a little, barely waking* * @Morgan lays him down * Molly kneels down beside the bed, gently untying his shoes, careful not to wake him * @Morgan whispers < 08@Morgan > I suspect he'll sleep like a log * Molly whispers back < 04Molly > Probably, but at the very least we must remove his jacket, I would hate for him to be uncomfortable * @Morgan nods, lifting the boy slightly * Molly slips off his jacket, folding it before setting it on the chair beside the bed. She looks down at him, still kneeling, his little face angelic and quiet in sleep, blonde hair toussled. She smiles at him, and gently rests her cheek against Morgan's thigh < 04Molly > He looks so peaceful * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > nice way to be * Molly smoothes Varick's hair before kissing his forehead gently. The boy smiles a little in his sleep. < 04Molly > indeed * Molly smiles < 04Molly > we ought to return to the party * @Morgan nods * Molly stands up, walking to the door * @Morgan follows her < 04Molly > I doubt there is much more to smash < 08@Morgan > probably not * Molly walks beside him, passing the maid who is going to stay with varick for the night. They walk back through the house towards the party. She stays quiet. * @Morgan sighs * Molly looks to him < 04Molly > You are unhappy? < 08@Morgan > concerned * Molly frowns slightly < 04Molly > why, my love? < 08@Morgan > this sudden new talent you seem to have acquired * Molly bites her lip, stopping to face him < 04Molly > Me also < 04Molly > Intuition of a small ammount I have had when resolving puzzles, but nothing as clear as that < 08@Morgan > overactive imagination perhaps * Molly nods, trying to make light of it < 04Molly > probably * Molly watches him carefully, his expression and body language to guage his reaction < 08@Morgan > The knowledge isn't what bothers me... its the change that concerns me < 04Molly > Perhaps it is being here? < 08@Morgan > maybe < 04Molly > As soon as I stepped out of the treeline, I felt normal once more < 08@Morgan > There was a time when magic was common in Eisen * Molly looks suprised < 04Molly > was there? * @Morgan nods * Molly 's eye brows rise < 04Molly > _was_? * @Morgan nods again < 04Molly > What sort of magic? < 08@Morgan > well... I'm a little vague on that. From what I've read, it was mostly destructive in nature * Molly nods < 04Molly > What happened to it? < 08@Morgan > it was mostly tied into one family line... sort of. * Molly frowns < 04Molly > You feel that may somehow connect to my vision? < 08@Morgan > not necessarily... just a thought that magic isn't something unknown to this land * Molly nods < 04Molly > I understand < 04Molly > Perhaps someone in the gathering is utilising magic that I have become attuned to? < 08@Morgan > I wouldn't have thought so * Molly nods with a tense smile < 04Molly > perhaps just nerves * @Morgan watches her seriously < 08@Morgan > I dont think either of us believe that * Molly drops her eyes, voice quiet and wavering < 04Molly > no... and that terrifies me * @Morgan nods * Molly looks up at him, eyes full of tears < 04Molly > That it troubles you also frightens me < 08@Morgan > as I've said, its the suddenness that bothers me * Molly nods < 04Molly > I am afraid that it may be the first of many < 08@Morgan > of many what? < 04Molly > visions * Molly bites herlip < 08@Morgan > All we can do is wait and see * Molly nods < 04Molly > I am sorry, I know such things are displeasing < 08@Morgan > worrying, not displeasing * Molly nods < 04Molly > We must return, before we are missed * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > they'll want the sweeping started soon * Molly smiles < 04Molly > And we may finish 'fore dawn < 08@Morgan > I wouldn't count on that * Molly grins < 04Molly > At least I have the best of companies * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > Inga's most likely still around, yes * Molly wraps her arms around his neck < 04Molly > you, you foolish thing... < 08@Morgan > oh... well, it cant be helped you have a warped view of people * Molly smiles < 04Molly > You're just fortunate that I see who you truly are < 08@Morgan > no, I'm fortunate that you choose to like what you see < 04Molly > I do. I like it very, very much < 08@Morgan > I'm glad < 04Molly > Good * Molly kisses him gently Session Close: Sun Oct 24 03:44:41 2010 Session Start: Sun Oct 24 03:44:41 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Disconnected Session Close: Sun Oct 24 03:44:42 2010 Session Start: Sat Nov 20 22:28:21 2010 Session Ident: #7thseaic * Now talking in #7thseaic * ChanServ sets mode: +nt * ChanServ changes topic to '' * ChanServ sets mode: -o Molly