The Doorway: a panfandom game

Well. At least I won't have to wear that stupid nose any longer.

[Chauvelin & Sir Blakeney]

I forgot to tell you, Percy and I took Robespierre to Paris. Is there anything I should bring back for you?

[Filtered to Dorian Gray]

I doubt I ever felt so out of place as I do when reading these reports. Tell me, old sport, d'you have any idea what time division multiplexing (multiplexage par répartition dans le temps) is exactly? Cause I'll be damned if I've the slightest.

[Filtered to Armand Chauvelin]
Citizen.

I have spent the past week acquainting myself with this ville. It seems that though they veil themselves in republican disguises, aristocracy is alive and well here. They call themselves the One Percent and they should be our target in reforging this society.

How fortunate that there is a group already organized against them and poised ready to attack on Tuesday. I spoke to some of their numbers in Central Park yesterday afternoon and have my own preparations to make. But I want you to speak to these young scholars, see what they have to say and what assistance they require. Their leader is the one in the suit and mask like this and has quite novel ideas on the use of barrels in barricades.

Who: Refugees, Residents of Potts Towers, Friends -- Everyone!
What: IC/OOC Party thread!
Where: The Entertainment Centre of Potts Tower.
What: Potts Tower Halloween Party! Starting around 7pm in the entertainment center, the entire 13th floor has been transformed for the occasion. Fog creeping along the floors, webs hanging from the ceiling, skeletons popping out of doorways and an assortment of Halloween themed food. Come in costume, there will be a contest!

( In this town of Halloween )

["Friends" of the Blakeneys, + Citizens of France]
(OOC: Basically, in this case "Friends" means anyone at all who isn't about to spoil their fun and confirm that Robespierre didn't actually come through the Tesseract)

This morning I received an announcement that Maximilien François Marie Isidore de Robespierre was brought through the Tesseract. He was, in fact, a family friend and so they thought it best that I be the person notified so that I might help. I met with him myself this morning and confirmed indeed that he is here with head intact. I've done my very best to help him adjust to the climate of the times, and he's told me he'll be willing to accept visitors tomorrow.

[Sir Percy]

How would you like to go to Paris?

[Tony Stark (616)]

Dinner last night was exquisite. Sugiyama was absolutely a secret this city was keeping from us - but no more. I had a lovely time, you know I did, I was with you.

But something is wrong...with me. I think - I think you noticed last night and I appreciate that you didn't say anything, but the truth is Tony - that you and I have always been honest with each other. The last thing I want to do now is hold back to make things seem perfect when they're not. I know what happens when people build up imagines of the things they love in their head instead of looking at the heart of them, so...

God, I know all of this sounds ominous but it really isn't meant to - I just - there are things I haven't said, and I'm sorry, and I want to talk about them.

So I had an interesting conversation at City Hall the other day after a bit of a lark came up. Apparently since we're not natives, we're rather not allowed to take a part in government here.

Guess these republics never are quite so equal as they claim to be, eh?

[Filtered to Marguerite Blakeney]

While I'm not entirely certain I understand the concept of the fête, I have come to understand that there shall be a masquerade next weekend. So the more important point becomes. What shall we go as?

Is there enough time to hand make a flapper dress or should I just buy one from the vintage shop?

But the jewelry aspect of the 20's will be a challenge outside of class (wonder how hard it would be to bead a headpiece?) and be good for my hand at the same time.

*Filter: HP Crew*

Anyone working on costumes?

We only really ever have ourselves.

Open invitation to get drunk. I'll buy.

On National Coffee Day, we are reminded that anyone in this day and age can establish whatever celebration he pleases, so long as he has a Facebook account and a few friends with a bit of time to kill.

But they're not all merely frivolous: some are downright backward, like October 16's Boss's Day, or bafflingly unnecessary (e.g. Sandwich Day, Nov. 3rd - was ever there an object that required less public celebration?).

Suddenly parsnip day doesn't seem so very foolish. At least it was only a name, not a command.

Funny enough.

I'd have thought were I a literary character, I'd be myself. But when have I ever been?

Why is it that every single actor in the history of theatre acts as though Hamlet was the only play Shakespeare ever wrote?

You may call me Dr House. Again.

Filtered: Remy Hadley

What do you think of this?

It's surprising, this day and age, how a chap can just walk off with some money plain as day. It scarcely comes in solid form what with these pay pals.

But then, I suppose the French never were known for their ability to keep a hold of things. Still, no harm done in the end I suppose.

I have been released from the medical wing. I suppose it was a mercy that I was asleep when the gas was released. My dreams were terrible enough; I do not want to image what waking nightmares I might have had if I'd been awake.

As it is, I am a little afraid of sleeping. The horrors were so vivid that I am afraid they might invade my dream again even without the aid of the gas.

TEXT TO SIR PERCY BLAKENEY:

» Wonderful Party, Darling
» Best New York has ever seen, I'm sure.

TEXT TO DOOR:

» You're a marvellous dancer
» I can't get enough.

The one nice thing of having been here before is that all of my stuff was sitting in storage. Filled out a little form, and voila, not only do I have clothing and kitchen stuff (my kettle! Oh how I love you!), but I've also got the money from my old bank account. That's handy, especially since I need to find another job.

On the other hand, among all this other stuff, I found a train ticket to Niagra Falls for next week. It's a 9 hour trip, but sounds like fun. Better with two

...and I found an invitation to a party last night that I found this morning. That does me no good. I wanted to apologise to the very kind Blakeneys for inviting me. It looked to be a very wonderful party.

Who: Blakeneys, Guests, and +1s
When: August 26, 2013; 6:30 pm until they pretty much get kicked out.
Where: Club 21, Manhattan
What: A necessoirée! IC/OOC threading
Rating: Fancy

( Vivez! )

How strange to be at an utter impasse. I'll reach out to you lot. Titania. pink or green?

[Filtered to Marguerite Blakeney]

You know, I've been thinking, dear. Hasn't it be a cow's age since we've had a decent soirée?

Filtered to Sir Percival Blakeney

Did they have cheerleaders back in your day?

Do you sing?