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[Here's Mary, throwing a question out to everyone in camp.]

I know that there's a custom of having sing-alongs over the fire in the evenings, and I know that there are a great deal of musically inclined campers.

Often times my father would host musicians over a weekend and they'd form a band just for the visit, and play for everyone at night. Those were lovely times.

Would anyone be interested in forming a band? Nothing formal and obviously we likely only be playing at camp functions at best, or for own pleasure if nothing else. Rock, pop, I'd be up for anything save rap, really.

No one wants to see (or hear) me rap.

Just to have fun and make a bit of noise. I can offer guitar, piano, and singing, myself.

Any takers?

Oh, and we shan't be called 'Free Beer' or 'Live Nude Girls'. Obviously.

shylyintrepid

[Jehan is out in his garden today, weeding and planting and basically being a son of Demeter. Not his poisons today, thankfully, but his flowers. Daisies, roses, tulips--all the flowers.]

I'll be making flower crowns for May Day next week, if people are interested! I know it's not really a holiday but after this odd winter, I feel it would be appropriate to celebrate the spring in some way.

[He smiles and goes to cut the rainbow before making a soft "oh" sound and turning back to it, blushing]

Oh, and...Nico, I. I was wondering if you would like to go with me on a trip of sorts. To Venice! Marianne has gone to visit her girlfriend and she said that if I wanted to stop by now that I can she would treat me and a friend to dinner. So...yes. Do you want to go to Venice?

weneedasign

[There's the sound of a guitar coming from the amphitheater early in the morning. It's nothing special, just a few simple chords to warm-up being done over and over again with the occasional pause.

For those that plan to investigate they'll find Enjolras sitting in one of the first rows playing. By his side is a notebook, the page covered in words that have been furiously crossed out and a letter beneath it.

He's not exactly in the mood for company or to talk, but he won't turn anyone away if they want so feel free to come bother him.]

unstiff

[ Four doesn't have much use for the ims, not yet anyway. Instead, he'd rather explore, get the lay of this place first hand. No one would realize it to look at him, but he is infinitely glad to be back in a somewhat familiar setting. It's not Camp Jupiter, but it's not constantly moving around. It's not endangering anyone. It's safe. That's something that Four hasn't felt in more than a year. Sure, it's far more relaxed than what he's accustomed to (and he's not entirely sure how he feels about that) but it's a camp environment and he's been told that there are campers here that he knows. It's not home, but it's close enough for the moment.

Come bother the new camper, don't let the fact that he's stalking around with a scowl on his face dissuade you. He doesn't bite. Mostly. ]

longmayshereign

[And here's Mary, grinning like she's the proverbial cat that ate the canary (sorry not sorry, Tybalt).]

What some of you may not know is that today is the date that mortals [She's never going to get used to calling people 'mortals' in comparison to herself] believe to be Ragnarok. Now we all know that Ragnarok has already happened, but that doesn't mean we can't 'celebrate' the anniversary, so to speak. There's food and drink and headbanging music so if you want to party like a Viking, stop by. Buzzkills are strictly verboten!

longmayshereign

[Mary's face appears in the rainbow shrouded mist, smiling and uncertain. When she speaks, her accent is something of an amalgamation of Queen's English and Scottish Highlander.]

Hullo. This does seem a little awkward but I thought I might take a moment to introduce myself to all of you, or at least those of you who might be watching. My name is Mary Stuart, and according to the goddess Juno, I am...an incarnation, the incarnation? Of the goddess Frigga. [She smiles shyly.] And while I do know who that is, I'm not quite entirely sure yet what that means for me. It's not as I know how to use a loom, or can transform into a falcon.

[There's a blink as she looks at someone off-camera (so to speak).] Wait, can I turn into a falcon?

[She seems to be given a negative, or at least a "not yet" and returns her gaze to the camera.]

I really do look forward to meeting you all, especially those of you who are experiencing the same...duality as I am.

[There's another darted blink off camera as someone inaudibly says something to her. Her expression becomes puzzled.]

What do you mean, Odin is here too?

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Entries tagged with mary queen of scots [reign]

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