Character dialogue

*slurps orange juice with a semblance of good manners* "Ta, Cirio. Oh, and Myron." ~Kit

"I'm not that special; I'm the lowest of the low, really. *joins Kit* Ask anyone - I really mean it." ~the Raven

"Ditto, ditto, Raven." ~Rohsair

"You're not the lowest of the low in your society!" ~the Raven

"True. But I am fairly ordinary by Dream Lord standards." *joins Kit* ~Rohsair

"Even though I am a prince and a prophet, I'm still metaphorically in the nursery. *joins Kit* My father is more proficent than me." ~Fal.

Madam. *bows in front of Myron*

*looks Myron up and down, squinting and thinking curiously*

Why, those clothes are not fit enough to satisfy a beggar. Though, I do presume no one dresses finer than I, I will give you one silver coin. It is a generious offer if I may say so myself. *beams* Now, *Hancock's stomach growls*. It seems purchasing respectable clothing will not be on the agenda presently, Myron. My coach is capable of accepting five persons. Come, you will sit with me. *ponders* You are dumbfounded. I can tell by the expression but it is perfectly understandable. Most persons feel delighted with the previlage of riding with me but there is no need to be bashful. *Hancock's stomach growls again* Come! Let us go to a tavern, Myron! I am famished! - John Hancock

*whispers to Jessie while looking at Hancock with Myron* What is he talking about?? ~Aimee

*whispers back* erm, I think he wants to take Myron to dinner? Hancock kind of died more than two hundred years ago... ~Jessie

*still whispering* Right. Well, I guess after 200 years in the grave, that's enough to make anyone into a...um... ~Aimee

Pompous old wacko who can't tell the difference between a guy and a girl? ~Jessie

Yeah. ~Aimee

*Jessie and Aimee giggle mischievously*

*looks curiously at gyr's and Shafter's characters* What's VDNS? ~Unnamed Man

The Vacantly Dactylic Nabob Society, of course! ~Jessie

Ooh! Or the Very Dadaist Norse Scholars! ~Aimee

Vanadium-Disapproving Nitrogen Slaves? ~Daniel

*awards show announcer impression* aaand Daniel wins Geek of the Week once again, ladies and gentlemen! ~Aimee

*plays along* Thank you, thank you! *bows* ~Daniel

I get the impression that VDNS has something to do with nobility. ~Anja

*stops in mid-bow* Aww, so you have to be a noble to join? *straightens up again* ~Daniel

I think so. ~Anja

Oh, come on! We're twenty-first century Americans! We don't have any nobles! ~Aimee

I think there was some English nobles on my dad's side. Way back. Like, before colonial times. ~Daniel

"There were some English nobles." When are you ever going to learn proper grammar? ~Jessie

Sorry. ~Daniel

How about being the unofficially adopted brother of the son of a big-shot elven leader? Does that count? ~Unnamed Man

*rolls her eyes* You probably have to get a real name first, either way. ~Anja

Pompous, yes. A loonie? No. Hancock is quite sane, I assure you. No doubt that his mannerisms are infuriating though. - Samuel Garrison.

I like his comments. *winks* - Paul Revere

*sighs and waves the back of his hand* - Samuel Adams

Should we tell John that Myron is actually a man? *laughs* After all, he is taking him to get food. *laughs harder* - Paul Revere

He will come to the conclusion eventually. *joins in laughter* I hope! For Hancock's sake! - Samuel Garrison

*grimances* If lip-locking is involved... *scowls at the thought* - Samuel Adams

*Samuel G. doubles over, laughing histarically, and tears start to emerge in Paul's eyes from laughing so hard*

*Overhears conversation* "What? Master Hancock, if you are not capable of telling my gender, perhaps you are in need of eyeglasses." ~Myron

"Or not." ~Émon

"ÉMON!" ~Myron

*Ignoring the conversation* "VDNS... Very Dirty Near-Sighted..." ~Keer

"'Vaguely Disgruntled Nobles Society.'" ~Myron

"Ah. Sounds boring." ~Keer

"Fal can join then. He's noble and all." ~Kit

"Mmble-mmmn-mmuffle." ~Rohsair

Vaguely Disgruntled Nobles Society? I can be vague and sociable! Can I join? ~Aimee

Didn't you catch the part about Nobles? ~Jessie

Shhh! ~Aimee

Does logosgal have any noble characters? ~Anja

*thinks* Um, well... ~Daniel

I don't think so... ~Aimee

Not in her longer stories, anyway, I think... ~Jessie

There's royalty in my story! ~Mara

Aren't you a short story character? ~Anja

Yeah. ~Mara

Then you don't count! ~Anja

Sorry. *walks away* ~Mara

That was mean! ~Jessie

*shrugs* Anyway, logosgal will probably end up putting some in our story. I mean, what's a good fantasy without nobility, right? ~Anja

Maybe I'm noble without realizing it! ~Unnamed Man

Hah! Yeah. You're about the only person in the story whose past is known for sure. ~Anja

That's kind of sad, though. I mean, a fiction writer without Noble characters is like... ~Jessie

...An M.C. Escher book without tessellations. ~Aimee

Or a sentence without a predicate! ~Jessie

*rolls eyes* Yeah, just like that. ~Daniel

*Chris Barlowe and Michael Larriway walk in*

Hi, guys! ~Michael

Sorry we're late. ~Chris

Where have you been? ~Daniel

Chris over here decided he had to stop for sub sandwiches! ~Michael

*all give Chris a look*

See, I was driving us over here, when suddenly I felt this irresistible compulsion to stop at Blimpway. When we stopped there, the guy behind the counter said that he had two six-foot sandwiches under my name. So we had to take even more time to figure out how to fit them into my car and puzzle over why someone had bought these things for me. ~Chris

So, who did? ~Jessie

I don't know. But whoever it was paid for them in advance... ~Chris

Must have been the writer. ~Michael

Who cares? It's food! I'm hungry. Where are they now? ~Daniel

In the back of my car. ~Chris

*Daniel runs out to Chris's car. Michael and Chris follow.*

Just like a boy... ~Aimee

*Daniel come back carrying two very long, thin boxes. They set them by Myron's orange juice and open them to reveal two perfect six-foot sandwiches like the ones the commercials always show.*

Food! ~Random crowd member #4

*sandwiches are mobbed*

At the Green Dragon Tavern...

Escuse me, Master Hancock. The privy awaits me. - Myron

*points to another privy in the opposite direction* Madam, to the far left of me, there is a speciel privy for the ladies. I shall wait here until you return. *smiles sweetly* - John Hancock

The others were right. You are insane! Ever heard of the term, 'drugs kill?' - Myron

Is Snuff within this catagory of these drugs? - John Hancock

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I wonder if Myron has given Hancock a 'What For?' - Samuel Garrison

I will die laughing if he comes back to us with a black eye! - Paul Revere

"Hancock's saddled himself with an unwilling date?" ~the Raven

"He's taking snuff? What a waste of time." ~Kit

*propels Kit forward* "Here, KitKat, talk to these two blokes. You're from about the same time in history." ~the Raven

"Give or take a century, I should think." ~Fal.

Hmm. Maybe someone should go find Mr. Hancock and Myron and tell them that we have food. ~Jessie

I think you're right. ~Aimee

*Aimee and Jessie look pointedly at Daniel*

Uh, yeah. Probably. ~Daniel

Some guy, I think. Maybe one who has certian ways of tracking people, so he doesn't have to wander all around town looking for them... ~Jessie

One who could help out if there's trouble... ~Aimee

Yes. We can't have Signor Hancock, a founder of our beloved country, running about with a black eye. ~Jessie

Nor can we have our dear Myron, beloved character of our writer's friends, being unwillingly wooed by a blind dead dude on snuff... ~Aimee

No. I'm not going. Absolutely not. Anyway, you wouldn't want our secret revealed here, would you, Jess? ~Daniel

Doesn't matter. Whatever happens here won't affect our story. ~Aimee

She's right. And just about everyone here form our story already knows anyway. ~Jessie

*glares at the girls* Michael doesn't! Anyway, you know I can't pick up any sort of telepathic signals from other writers' characters. Our writer probably doesn't even know where they are. ~Daniel

She does read the other posts, Daniel. You know exactly where they are, and don't tell me you don't, because I know you do. ~Jessie

Fine. *sighs, turns blue and grows wings and a tail and flies off to the Green Dragon Tavern.* ~Daniel

That's kind of sad that Chris knows about that before his own brother does... ~Aimee

At the Green Dragon Tavern

*Daniel lands and turns back to normal, then finds Hancock & Myron.*

Mr. Hancock, sir, your presence is requested at the Character Dialogue party. We've got food, now, sir. ~Daniel

I... I... You... I made the assumption with such a feminine voice... *looks around worryingly* Word must not reach of this most unfavorable - Fool! I am a fool! - John Hancock

*storms out of the Tavern*

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Sam, Paul, is that Hancock's coach nearing us? - Samuel Garrison

Wonder why the driver is driving so recklessly? He, or John, or both, must be in a hurry. - Paul Revere

Look how ye is pumping the horse? The carriage will tip cutting corners such as those. - Samuel Adams

*all three exchange uncertain glances*

Can we assume something is amiss with Hancock? - Samuel Garrison

Master Garrison! Do not indulge in preposterous quest - Samuel Adams

Turn out! Move away! - Paul Revere

*carriage stops abruptly; the wheels scarcely missing Adams and Garrison*

*after the cloud of dust clears, a door opens, and a tall, finely dressed person steps down the stairs, blushing profusely - stomach growling.

Hello, Mr. Hancock, sir. Would you like a sandwich? It's gooder'n snuff and not half as dusty, as my granddad would say. ~Jessie

*Shakes head* "That was disorienting; being in fishr's head for a while." ~Myron

"Welcome back." ~Émon

"I'll take a sandwich if no one else will..." ~Keer

"Me want sandwhich!" ~the Raven

"ME want sandwhich! I need more food than you! I have to eat about a third of my own body-weight every day!" ~Rohsair

"Or what? You'll wither away?" ~the Raven

"... or is it one-third? I can never remember how much it is." ~Rohsair

*snatches sandwich* "MY sandwich." *munches, swallows* "So there." ~Cirio

"Hmmm.....the current sandwich mania has given me an interesting idea...*creates illusion of thousands of sandwiches, which characters chase becasue he moves them* Haha! This is wonderful entertainment! *sits back to watch*" ~K'ratcha

*sits back with him* "Care for a glass of grape juice?" ~Danteel

"Um...I would have thought you drank wine. *takes glass*" ~K'ratcha

*shakes head* "Disgusting stuff, really." ~Danteel

*all Gyr's characters watch, except for Cirio, who is running after the sandwiches too*