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Post by whitequeen on Apr 14, 2012 21:16:05 GMT -6
==> WQ: Receive supplicants.
Of course. What else would a Queen do with her free time? You make a point of dedicating time each and every day to receive and resolve the complaints and problems your subjects may have. You are a kind, benevolent Queen. You might perhaps say that you are simply the best there is, but you do not have time to squander on such tired old gags.
You motion for your assisstant, and she comes running. One of the Children has recently awoken, and you have heard that he wishes to speak with you about something. As a patient Queen, you are only too happy to listen to what he has to say. WQ: Send in the Heir. [/center] |
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Post by venndiegram on Apr 16, 2012 14:23:55 GMT -6
==> VC: approach quaedam
this goddamn spacerock ain't ready for the harth truthbombs you're about to drop square on the forehead of its illustrious leader. you float into the throneroom on your invisible dreamwings, your focused gaze passing over the prospitians and finally onto the queen. The lack of a scythe continues to bother you, but you had thought it might not be wise to find a weapon specifically to bring into the throneroom. You seriously doubt any of the gittery prospitians would actually do much to stop you other than ineffectually flail about, but it would still be unkind. [/center] venn: you are the queen.
venn: correct?
venn: !t !s a pleasure to meet you.
venn: my name !s venn.
venn: as ! understand !t.
venn: ! am the he!r of heart.
venn: and one of only two ch!ldren who has woken from the!r dormant rest on th!s planet.
venn: one of a total of twelve ch!ldren.
venn: s!x of whom are on derse.
venn: a place we m!ght accurately descr!be as your oppos!te.
venn: and r!val.
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Post by whitequeen on Apr 16, 2012 21:14:30 GMT -6
==> WQ: Consider Heir.
The Heir's curt speech troubles you. You, as a thoughtful and protective Queen, have watched all of your Prospitian Children through the monitor in your quarters. And you have watched the Heir, who seemed to be an upbeat, lively young human -- not at all like the brusque Hero floating before you.
You push your worries to the side for a moment. You simply cannot help but admire your own excellent taste in clothing, particularly golden pyjamas.
Oh, yes. You were speaking with the Hero of Heart. WQ: It is a pleasure to meet you as well.
WQ: All of your information is correct, Heir of Heart.
WQ: Tell me, what is it that is troubling you?
WQ: I am an understanding Queen.
WQ: Say that which you have come to say. [/center] |
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Post by venndiegram on Apr 17, 2012 10:25:38 GMT -6
==> VC: deploy truthbombs
not so fast.
you've gotta make sure you have the situation all straightened out first. you need to have ALL THE FACTS. like a GOOD CRYPTOZOOLOGIST WOULD. while that SPIKE OF ENTHUSIASM might indicate a SWINGAROUND in your current attitude, sadly it was only prompted by a MOMENTARY ANGERSPIKE back on earth. you're back to your old, which is to say new, deadly serious self. so many plans to plan. [/center] venn: ! have been say!ng that wh!ch ! came to say.
venn: allow me to cont!nue.
venn: that wh!ch troubles me most spec!f!cally.
venn: !s the present state of affa!rs !n wh!ch ! f!nd myself.
venn: float!ng on a g!ant golden orb.
venn: wh!lst ten of my fr!ends.
venn: or at the very least acqua!ntances.
venn: are sleep!ng.
venn: and, !f ! am correct.
venn: s!x of those fr!ends are sleep!ng !n.
venn: a host!le env!ronment.
venn: th!s !s d!stress!ng to me.
venn: th!s state of affa!rs !s not.
venn: !deal.
venn: do you not agree?
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