| James Norrington ( @ 2008-02-07 19:34:00 |
Voice Post
[[in the background, sounds of fumbling with buttons and fireworks going off in the distance]]
Ah, there we go, it's working. Good Day, or possibly Night, I can't tell, to you, gentle citizens. Suppose my luck involving the curses couldn't hold out any more, eh?
Now, does anyone happen to know where there may be suitable stabling for a very kindly donated thoroughbred grey gelding, approximately fifteen hands? It's ra...
Stop it, Equus, old fellow...Equus, I insist that you stop eating my hat at once.Oh, for goodn...
*click*
[[Sitting outside Building Six wrapped in a blanket in the dark and watching faraway fireworks, whilst keeping a slightly skittish horse (which is still called Horse, you may note) from Florin calm through the bangs and flashes. And also not eaten by anything.]]
[[in the background, sounds of fumbling with buttons and fireworks going off in the distance]]
Ah, there we go, it's working. Good Day, or possibly Night, I can't tell, to you, gentle citizens. Suppose my luck involving the curses couldn't hold out any more, eh?
Now, does anyone happen to know where there may be suitable stabling for a very kindly donated thoroughbred grey gelding, approximately fifteen hands? It's ra...
Stop it, Equus, old fellow...Equus, I insist that you stop eating my hat at once.Oh, for goodn...
*click*
[[Sitting outside Building Six wrapped in a blanket in the dark and watching faraway fireworks, whilst keeping a slightly skittish horse (which is still called Horse, you may note) from Florin calm through the bangs and flashes. And also not eaten by anything.]]