Mithrandin

In the middle of the confusion generated, Typex was trying to make some sense out of the thing, sad as he was he did not had a clear mind about it, so it was not easy at all. "Slimmo had not been seen ever since before Toasty's incident which was strange to say the least, the cellphone,... well those are mostly harmless, now that wii console never goes quiet, in constant need of attention, who knows..." Vote for Venefyxatu - Wii console

Sitting quietly until Roger went to sleep, Typex was puzzled. "What on earth could have happened to the little cam?" "Everything was quite normal almost as always... Talky was offering toasts to everyone, not that anyone would ever want any..., on the other hand Slimmo was not talkative at all, the wild wii was just as active... hiperactive as ever, and Roger was not much a person to talk on the cell, seldomly would he even carry it with him, might as well have a land line" OOC: Voting for Savage Dragon

"Hmmmm, is it typeable???"

Typex looked at the wii jumping up and down and sighed lightly "Youngsters!"

Type-x A old and long forgotten mechanical type writer. Typex as is likes to be called has seen it's best years some 20 years ago, it keeps much to itself since it was put aside by its previous owner. Being recovered by Roger opened a little its mind to outside, though it still wonders why Roger did it, if only to leave it at a corner again...

Joquim had to make his way through a multitude of penguins at the South Pole post office front door. After cleaning up a little he decided it was ok to open and so he did. The crowd of penguins invaded the post office all talking at the same time and demanding about X-mas correspondence. It was long before Joaquim managed to get things back to normal but at least there were no blinking lights for several kilometers around. OOC: Joquim is very happy with his new post

Joaquim was puzzled with what Santa told him, there was something going on, but still there was work to do and he was the man to do it. Heading back to his office, before steping outside, he pulle the blinking lights out of the plug. These lights are starting to freak me out OOC: vote change for Venefyxatu - strand of Christmas lights around the window

Busy as he was, Joaquim had had no time to leave the post office that morning until he noticed through the window the blinking lights had become dimmer and only red. This puzzled him and he decided to check what was going on. As he was reaching the door he heard and shrugged, as he reached for the door a second time he was almost ran over by a glittering reindeer. He would never get used to that... such a strange kind of reindeer. After turning off the red blinking lights, he then strolled to Santa's office to know what was going on. OOC: vote for Mynx - Daffyd the Glitter Reindeer

Joaquim closed the door not noticing the blink of the lights as he was in a hurry to deal with all the mails still unhandled. As he steped outside the door, he heard the singing in the distance, and hurried back to his post office, chilled, covered in snow and cursing Snow Miser.

Joaquim strolled down the hall with yet another pile of mail adressed to Mr. Santa. On his way back he noticed the fiercely blinking lights. "Man, this has to be broken, no way lights are to blink like this, it surely will get short cutted soon, better turn them off" Click And so he did!

Name: Joaquim Silva, 35 years old Joaquim is a Portuguese immigrant who flew a little far of France where he originally intended to go. He now works as a postman and is always assigned to the special X-mas post office in Santa's workshop. Ever since he was first assign to work there, he was praised for his wonderful job in there and so they managed to make him think he is the person for the job, when in fact nobody else wants to take the job. You surely can imagine the amount of the work at that time of the year.

Knowing what he knows about farming and plants Jonathan did not know what to do, what to think, he spent day on his back porch, gazing the distance, drawing breaths on his pipe every now and then. Absence is a weird and strange form of presence was his last though before his wife call him inside for supper. OOC: Vote for Harmony/Sisie Dean

That morning when Jonathan decided to visit the blacksmith about the need of repair of a couple hose fittings when the comotion of some people in the street dragged him to the tavern. The crowd gathered in the tavern that morning was only seen in festival days, and today it was not a festive day. It was impossible to get a word from Preston, surrounded as he was of people discussing the tragic event, so Jonathan decided to get Millie, getting out he headed to the kitchen door. Cathy swung the door open and threw a garbage bag out almost hitting Jonathan. "Oh my pardons Jonathan, didn't see you, this is so messy in here" "No worries Cathy, is Millie around?" A shout from within the kitchen announced she was. "Will be there in a min Preston, soup is almost done, CATHY!!" "Got to go Jonathan..." Jonathan then decided he should try his luck with the crowd and headed back in. OOC: Dragonqueen – Jeremy 'Jem' Williams, the teenage son of a clerk

After having his breakfast, Jonathan headed for the center of the village to gather news of the world, which meant going down to Preston's tavern and find out what gossips were running around in the village. Upon entering he aproached the counter where Millie was talking to Preston, nodded to Enipul and greeted both Millie and Preston with a smile. "Millie get me an ale." "Preston, before you leave I should tell you about my latest vintage, I have just taken some white wine out of barrel and you should try it."

Jonathan Powers 35 yr old farmer, lives in his property on the outskirts of the village, but has some small properties scatered around. His latest "pride" is the vineyards, which have been planted a couple years ago allowing this year to be the first wine vintage in the village.

/me thinks this will be a very large RPG.... not as big as XXL but.... count me in anyways!!!

vote for: TheResearcher - Joran Griswold OC: sorry not much time

John rode close to his wheat cart, but not because he felt any danger from the previous death. Death comes in many diferent ways, amazingly more often out of the battle field than one would suspect, and for the most petty reasons. He was riding beside his cart because he had a good view of the lady riding in front, he could not tell but that she was from a high lineage. Lost in his thoughts he let his horse ride loose for a while, and it brough her closer to Seara. When he came to himself to find out he was close to her, he took the reins rather harshly making his horse stop abruptly. At this Seara and her sister looked back at once to John, startled. John blushed and went back to riding by his cart, feeling suddenly uncomfortable as he became aware of is dark tan due to last weeks on the fields and his simple clothes. When he regained courage to look forward again he was surprised to find someone looking back. Marisia turned forward with a smile after making eye contact with John, leaving him surprised.

John Deere, 18. John lived his life in the farm of his father, which he will inherit one day like his father inherited from his father and all his childhood he has worked there. His acquaintance of the real world comes only from when he has to travel to a market or an ocasional night at an Inn, usually when traveling for a market. And that is all he has done since he was 12, accompanied by his father. As I am not familiar with the books, I think it fits any medieval set, if anything is not quite as it should let me know

I think I can manage enough time to play now. I will come up with a char on the weekend!

David returned to the expositors sections, a frustrated look on his face as he sucked the blood of his finger. The bended scissors were still on his other hand as he stumbled his way to a bathroom. So much for emergency exits, and this was an emergency... As the blood flowed and mixedd with the cold water running in the dark, David was staring into the mirror he knew was in front of him trying to see his face. His frightned face marked with scars of such a insane night, such a bloody night. The though of blood brought him back to his finger, he took it from under the water stream and rolled it up on the drying towels. It is not as bad as it looks It hurt and indeed was worst then he though but that was the least of his concerns for the night OOC: voting for Mynx/Sally Kellerman.

David stood up from the wrapping gifts counter pushing to the floor the papers he had just folded. A resolve was forming in his mind, he knew he could not do much but still he picked the scissors from the drawer under the counter and placed it on his pocket. He made is way through the mess it was the store to the nearest emergency exit. If only I can get some help, I may be able to bring the nonsense to an end. He pulled the scissor from his pocket and started to use it on the emergency door lock mechanism. Vote for: Gryphon/Jamie Baron

hmm, I think it wise to wait for some more activity, or at least until people are able to recover from new year's celebrations!!!

After seeing the horror in the first scene, David just stumbled back into his wrapping counter not able to think reasonably. He didn't even heard the screams from Brian as he folded the giftwrapping pieces of paper that were scatered around the counter. he trembled and all he could babble was "What is going on?" and then he sit. vote for Guinea Pig => Pig

Despite the noise of the wind on the windows, David was just as surprised as the customer to who he was wrapping a Nintendo Wii , when the lights went out. Both looked up at the same time, the customer's daughter pulled the sleeve of his father's jacket and asked what was going on. His father lowered, wrapped one arm around her to keep her calm when the cryes broke out and the child started to cry. Leaving the wrapping counter where he left the customer conforting his daughter, he went in the direction of the screams and the growing whispers. (draging his feet made him take longer but ensure no guinea pigs would be steped on in the way) Upon arrival on the lego set, he fell into a silent mumble watching at the horror show presented before his eyes.