Character dialogue

Jessie: Ah, words! Aren't they amazing? There's just something almost magical in language. I find it almost beyond belief that such seemingly random, unrelated sounds could come together to--

Aimee: *glares around the room* Alright, who started her on language? DON'T DO THAT!! She'll go on like this for days if we let her!

Jessie: Better that you and the merits of art!

Aimee: Hey! Art is cool! "A picture's worth a thousand words!"

Daniel: *rolls eyes* You two sure argue a lot for girls who claim to be best friends!

Jessie & Aimee: *exchange glances* Boys!

"Never mind boys, what about the entire human race?" ~The Raven

*mutters* "Cynic." ~Fal

"She's got a point though!" ~Kit

"Ouch! A point! *waves hand about in exaggerated fashion* So much logic in her cynisicm that it hurts." ~Rohsair

*Looks at Logosgal's characters* "So are you from a fantasy world or what?" ~Daekom

"Doesn't my writer know your writer?" ~Émon

"Yes, I think so." ~Myron

*Keer randomly pops in* "And I couldn't help but hear the last comment about the human race... what are they? Is that what you all are? Anyone care to fill me in?" ~Keer

"The human race is amazing and terrible; indomitable and flawed. And I'm only half-human. Or a quarter, I'm not sure. I think I'm a quarter human." ~The Raven

"I am pure Elf. Undiluted Elven blood for generations." ~Fal

"Human of course! Innit obvious?" ~Kit

"Dream Lord. Phoenix Master. I look human on the outside, but inside I'm different. I eat more, my heart beats too fast and my bones are hollow. And my mind is a wonder too complicated to explain." ~Rohsair

"Three cheers for weirdness!" ~The Raven

*All of logosgal's characters cheer for weirdness!*

Jessie: *looks at Fal* You're a real elf? Cool! We don't have any elves in our story. We have super-heroes, though. They're pretty cool.

Daniel: I'll have you know that there's nothing wrong with the human race.

Jessie: Yes, there is.

Daniel: Well, ok, she's right. All humans are basically flawed. But there's a lot of good stuff about us, too. You should get to know some of the nicer ones of us. We're pretty...um...

Aimee: Nice?

Daniel: Yeah.

Unnamed elf from unnamed fantasy: I think elves aren't really so different from humans, at the center. We elves have our problems, too, you know. We just show them in different ways. Perhaps we hide things better.

*Anja comes bounding in.*

Anja: Hi everyone! How's it going?

Daniel: Who are you?

Jessie: What story are you from?

Anja: I'm Anja, and I'm not in a story... Yet. *grins* Even logaosgal doesn't know much about me.

logosgal: Anja! What are you doing? Where did you come from, anyway?

Anja: *smirks* Why, I came from your imagination, of course. I'm just trying to make some friends.

logosgal: I didn't put you there!

Anja: Yes you did.

logosgal: No, I-- oh, darn! *half-begging* Please go away now, Anja! I'm not getting a Harold Complex, now!

Daniel & Jessie: What's a Harold Complex?

Anja: logosgal just made it up. She was in a play once where there was this writer named Harold who kept talking to his own characters.

logosgal: *turning somewhat pale* How did you know that??

Anja: I know these things.

logosgal: *turning paler* darn it! You're not from that new, unnamed fantasy with the elf and the pheonix and all, are you?

*Anja smiles*

Jessie: Wait a minute! I thought you weren't going to work much on that until you finished ours!

Daniel: You could at least give our story a real name first.

logosgal: I wasn't! It's not my fault that some random person shows up and demands to be one of my characters!

* Silence from the characters. A cricket chirps somewhere.*

logosgal: Look, I'm the author here! You guys are supposed to do as I say!

Anja: says who?

logosgal: That's it! I am out of this conversation! Share your cookies with your friends.

Anja: What cookies?

logosgal: The ones you're holding.

*Anja looks down at her hands and suddenly finds that a large-ish plate of chocolate-chip cookies has materialized there.*

Anja: Uh, who wants cookies?

"Cookies! *grabs the whole plate of cookies and eats two before remembering that this is not polite behaviour* Oh, sorry, you want some?" *offers plate to logosgal's characters* ~Rohsair

*rolls eyes* "Do they want some of their own cookies? I should think so." ~The Raven

*to unnamed elf from unnamed fantasy* "Which tribe are you from?" ~Fal

"I shouldn't think he's from Aval-lón, Fal. Or even your world." ~Kit

"Oh well, then, he can't be a real elf. Tem tý efit Aval-lón, Danann? Tem tý compes renthý Danann?" ~Fal

"Oh nice, Fal, very diplomatic." ~The Raven

*takes a cookie and looks sheepishly at Fal* Um, the elves in my world are somewhat disorganized and rather reclusive after the last war. I was hidden at birth and never saw another elf in my life until just recently. That's why my elvish isn't very good. There are two branches of elves, one western and one eastern, in my world, but no elvish tribes that I know of. I am of the western branch, as are most of the elves that I've ever heard of.
*looks at uneaten cookie* What is this, anyway? ~Unnamed elf

It's a cookie. Don't you have them in your world? ~Jessie

No. ~Unnamed elf

Try it! It's sweet, kind of like cake, except crunchier. ~Jessie

*takes a tentative nibble* hmm... This is pretty good! The texture is a lot like those crackers that we ate the whole first few months of our journey. Lots more flavor, though. *eats rest of cookie and reaches for another* ~Unnamed elf

"I smell a cliche! Elven crackers? *rolls eyes* They weren't called lembas or cram, by any chance were they?" ~The Raven

*hastily* "I'm sure they aren't, are they, unnamed elf from - oh lawks, why can't you get a proper name?" ~Kit

"Unnamed elf, your name should be Shreven." ~Keer

"Shreven??" ~Daekom

"It just should be." ~Keer

"How about Eliss?" ~Myron

"Kameron?" ~Alaitha

"How about Justyn?" ~Émon

*Everyone stares at him for a minute, then bursts out laughin*

"Sorry. Inside joke." ~Émon

The lot of you are lunitics. Or daft. Choose. Daft or bloody loonies? - Angus Brigham

"He said the b word! He said the b word!" ~The Raven

"We're blank-blank loonies, thank you!" ~Rohsair

Hey! I like loonies just fine, thanks! ~Aimee

*looking at Émon* hehe, Should we call him Justyn Church? ~Anja

*Everyone laughs*

I don't mind being nameless right now. I understand that our writer has other stories to deal with right now. ~Unnamed elf

*everyone stares*

You really don't mind? ~Jessie

No! I don't! It's not like I have enough problems already! It's not like I live under the shadow of my great hero parents that I never knew, or that the entire village where I grew up was burned down, along with everyone I ever knew, or that I have to learn two whole different languages when I have no talent for language, or, or... *looks around to see everyone staring* Forget it. *strides quickly out* ~Unnamed elf

Wow. ~Daniel

You'll have to forgive him. He's not quite as, erm, stioc as some elves. He's had a stressful life. He'll be back, though. He just needs some time to collect himself. ~Unnamed man

Are you from the same story? ~Jessie

Yeah. *sees the cookies that everyone seems to have* What are those? ~Unnamed man

Cookies! Try one! ~Jessie

*tries one* Mmm, these are good! What are those gooey brown bits? ~ Unnamed man

Goblin boogers. ~Anja

*quickly spits out cookie* Really? Eww! ~Unnamed man

*brushing off the cookie crumbs and glares at Anja* No, they're not goblin boogers. It's chocolate. ~Daniel

*suspicously* What's that? ~Unnamed man

Well... *launches into long explanation of chocolate, the botany of cocoa, and the history of chocolate. Everyone but the Unnamed man falls asleep.* ~Daniel

Oh. *takes another cookie* ~Unnamed man

*waking up* Huh? wha' happened? ~Aimee

You'll have to forgive him. He's not quite as, erm, stioc as some elves. He's had a [i]stressful life[/i.] He'll be back, though. He just needs some time to collect himself. ~Unnamed man

Stressful? Do not dare and mention such a word if you have no comprehension of its true defination. Stressful life?! Have you been near battlefields? Or witness those bloody awful cannonballs richochette off a leg then another? No? Instead of the cannonball, how about sand traveling so quickly, that its very target screams out in pain because it tears layers of flesh off the face? Fear of death is stressful but not nearly as the survival of such a household as mine.

What say you cease with the melodramatics? - Welcome Garrison

"I've been on the battlefield. I have my own command." ~Fal

"I've seen it from a distance, and the aftermath up close." ~The Raven

"A battlefield? You call that stress? A battle is temporary, and you've got a lot of support. Try living every day with nearly everyone on the planet wanting you dead, actually trying to do something about that, and being worried to sleep because you may never wake up. Not a day goes by when your not on the run. That's stress." ~Diego

"You never seemed all that stressed." ~Killisha

"I hide it well." ~Diego

"To the point of seeming stoic." ~Killesha

"Like I said." ~Diego

"Is there anyone who doesn't have something unusually special about them around here?" ~Killesha

"Like and average Joe? Doubt it. *to Angus* And for the record, everyone I know, myself included, with the exception of that da-" ~Diego

"E-Hem" ~Killesha

"Dumb sorcerer is sane. I wonder if I'll ever know his name?" ~Diego

"Eventually. Like when our story has a title." Killesha

"That's driving our author nuts. That and being stuck. Well, no point in harrasing him about it. I wonder if we can't get some more music in here. Without the magic ballroom like last time." ~Diego

"And maybe some sane, non-judgemental company." ~Killesha

"Now you're asking too much." *Grins at her, then the rest around wherever they are* ~Diego