Let's do the time warp
26 posts in this topic.
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Mirella: 5th floor it is then *heads off to the stairs, but then stops abruptly* can anyone direct me to the stairs? I'm a little behind on this new technology...where's Kohana when you need him?!
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Alfred: Yes, quite. I think there's something on the floor up ahead...
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Good day to ye, strange people.
I am Lady Henrietta. *bows condescendingly.*
Ah! Is that applause I hear in hommage of my wondrous presence? How very suiting.
Please could-eth some minion or other direct me to my quarters, I must confess I am somewhat lost in this maze of...what is it you call them... posts ?
I thank thee.
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Emma- Oh God, now what shall I do? Well, the year is 1547 so certainly not the medieval floor. The King Henry VIII has just died. This is the Tudor era, is it not? At the moment our King is Edward. I suppose the eighth floor would be most suitable. Is there some one here that would be so kind as to guide me to the eighth floor? I don't see a staircase...
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Victoria: What's a post?
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Alfred: A post is a wooden, metal, or plastic pole that sticks up out of the ground. Or it could be mail that you get. Or an action of putting something up.
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Emma: Hmmm.... alright, well I suppose I'll just wait here then. I'm awful at finding things myself, as I usually have somebody to do that for me.
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Me: Wow this thread is dead. I was the last one to post here! I shall revive it. Surely I am not the only historical fiction writer.
*Emma and Robert walk into the lobby*
Emma: Robert, which floor do we belong in?
Robert: They didn't make one for eighteenth-century England. How very careless of them!
Emma: We could go to the eighth floor, I suppose.
Robert: That will have to do for now.
*They walk up the stairs*
Emma: Well, here we are.
*Crickets chirp*
Robert: It's completely empty! *Dusts some cobwebs off the wall with his hand*
Emma: Well this is not very entertaining. -
Alfred: Is someone there? *Walks out of the dark* Oh, finally! I've been trapped in here with nobody to talk to for months!
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Emma: Oh, I'm terribly sorry! It seems there aren't many historical fiction characters in this group.
Robert: What era are you from, then? -
Tasha: *Looks at floor list* Wolfsbane....
Wolfsbane (dog): *growls*
Tasha: So first floor, then?
Wolfsbane: *snarls*
Tasha: Hey, you're not the one who speaks three languages fluently!
Wolfsbane: *rarf*
Tasha: Bane....
Wolfsbane: *whimper*
Tasha: That's right, you little half-breed.
Wolfsbane: *rrargh*
Tasha: ....Alright, fine. But still. First floor, right?
Wolfsbane: *nods*
Tasha: Good.
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