Character dialogue

*grimaces at the sight of a plate of sandwiches*

No Salmon? Where is the fresh, delicate meat of a fine Salmon? - John Hancock

"I want some seafood, mama! I want some seafood, mama! Fish, fish, fish, fish, fish, fish... " ~the Raven

"You're not satisfied with this lot?" ~Kit

"... fish, fish, fish, fish... " ~the Raven

"Raven." ~Fal.

"Fish, fish, fish, fish... " ~the Raven

"What year ARE you from anyway, Mister Hancock?" ~Kit

1770.

It is a divine pleasure to make your acquaintance, Kit.

*bows* - John Hancock

"Ugh. Had to write a paper about that era not too long ago. Took forever." ~Marc

"It wasn't that bad. I thought it was interesting." ~Nessie

*Shrug* ~Jake.

"1770... " *counts up on fingers* "That means that I'm 125 years ahead of you." ~Kit

"124 years." ~Fal.

"Almost right then. And I know you're from the wrong... I mean, you're from a different country." ~Kit

"In fact, you and these blokes should be mortal enemies." ~the Raven

*surprised* "Why?" ~Kit

*enjoying this* "Because, they're fighting for independance. And guess who from?" ~the Raven

"Um... " ~Kit

"The great and glorious British Empire!" ~the Raven

*to Hancock* "Is she right this time? I don't know much of your history, and certainly none of your country's." ~Fal.

Marc: *blinks* "I'm confused."
Jake: "What else is new?"

*Looks at the illusion of flying sandwiches* "Oh sure, sandwiches can fly, but I can't!" *Flaps wings in a futile attempt to fly* "AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!" ~Keer

"Oh, shut the hell up." ~Narvik

"In a bad mood, are we?" ~Myron

*Grabs a random flying sandwich and it dissolves in his hands* "There's nothing to it. See?" ~Narvik

*Covers eyes* "I'm confused too..." ~Émon

"Keer, you have WINGS!!!" ~Tannar

"Narvik, you're cussing?" ~K'ratcha

"Shafter, I'm sensing a bit of strain here..." ~Danteel

"Indeed." ~all

"Do let gyr know if there's anything she can do." ~Tannar

"Please do." ~K'ratcha

"I always curse. It's kind of a hobby of mine." ~Narvik

*Still distracted by the flying sandwiches* "And my wings are completely useless..." ~Keer

"Fascinating. Danteel, I believe you're right. Shafter's taking out her anger by making us angry! Fascinating indeed..." ~Myron

"What a control freak." ~Émon

"Well, I think I've been bearing the brunt of this all! Have you seen what a scatterbrain she's made me?" ~Keer

*Shrug* ~Émon

*sigh* "Uh-oh, our writer's listening to Lullabye for a Stormy Night...DEPRESSED!" ~Tannar

"Why should she be depressed, it's a lovely song! Plus, isn't she leaving soon?" ~Danteel

*shrug* "I know. She knows. Still depressed." ~Tannar

~Cirio

"Awww....that's sweet, thanks Cir. *hug*" ~me

~Danteel, Tannar

"Did she just..." ~Danteel

"Yep." ~Tannar

"And he let her?" ~Danteel

"Looks like it." ~Tannar

"The world's gone mad!!!!!" ~Myron

Marci: "UGH! Will everyone STOP BEING RETARDED?"

Jake: "You do it all the time."

Marc: *stickS tongue out* "You're a jerk."

Jake: "You're dating me."

Marci: *gets defensive* "Not until the very end of the book!"

Jake: *Shrug*

"Who's retarded?" ~the Raven

"What's retarded?" ~Kit

*to Kit* "It's an insult, I think" ~Fal.

"What's the biggie, anyway, Marsipan? You're going to DATE someone - how stupider than that can you get?" ~the Raven

*to Hancock* "Is she right this time? I don't know much of your history, and certainly none of your country's." ~Fal.

*waves back of hand and dismisses question temporarily*

*snatches a sandwich*

I would have delighted in eating a fresh, caught Salmon but... This meager portion will have to suffice. *eats sandwich in six gulps*

*turns in Fal's direction with a grim expression*

Yes, she is correct. Stealing my Sloop, Liberty; it is plainly seen I also hold contempt with England. Are you a Tory, Fal? - John Hancock

"No. I serve my king." ~Fal.

"Filial and patriotic both. The king's his dad." ~the Raven

"Alright... I'm a hundred years in your future. You're dead when I'm alive..." ~Kit

"Except you're both alive here and now..." ~the Raven

"An' when I am, your country and my country are friends..." ~Kit

"You'll even be allies in a decade or two." ~the Raven

"And, so it don't really count now, does it?" ~Kit

"Enter Kit: the new kid diplomat." ~the Raven

"Does a Tory serve his King?" ~Fal.

A simpleton. - Samuel Adams

Who? Fal? - Samuel Garrison

I thought it was rather obvious, Master Garrison. - Samuel Adams

Which king are you loyal too, Fal? Or should I say, Loyalist? - Samuel Garrison