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[Leafsnail]

Just to note I'll be on holiday for the next week, I'll have limited access towards the start of the game.

[notquitethere]

Is today finally the day?

[Vector]

Nope.  You'll have to wait a few more days--unexpected circumstances, like job interviews, have intervened in my ability to write flavor.

[notquitethere]

Okay boss. Good luck with the interviews (or hearing back from them)!

[webadict]

Username fits.

[griffinpup]

Just in case this is applicable, I'm going to be gone from tomorrow to Monday or Tuesday.

[Vector]

Yeah, don't worry about it.  This is going to take a little bit.

I also have to finish Mass Effect 3 before I start my new job, so... I'm expecting to put some serious work into this tomorrow, but tonight is searching-for-housing-and-writing-serious-thank-yous-and-fragging-aliens night.

[webadict]

"Ugh!" Webadict scoffs before she storms off, hair bouncing with each step she makes. At the end of the hallway, she turns and yells, "I can't believe the Prince would make us wait like this! This is just so... so, so rude!"

[Tiruin]

Tiruin checks the time, being only but a candle with notches carved into it. "I agree. But..his Majesty obviously has things to do."

She pouts. "Though it is getting pretty late. Give it another hour, Webadict!"

[Vector]

The prince glances over the assembly, those in fluttering silks, those with woolen hems.  Those whose dowries are gold and pearls, even if the gold is on their heads and the pearls in their mouths.  It is a portrait of every shade of richness.  It is a portrait of every shade of politely anticipatory indignation.

"Peace," he says, "for I listen to the songs of this charming troubadour, who tells the the tale of the valiant Sir Shepard and his travails throughout his country; and the time has not yet come for your stories to be told."

Vague mutterings travel through the thirteen.  Webadict sucks furiously on a candied violet and looks for more.  Tiruin flutters her fan rather pointedly.  But... he seems to be in a good mood, so they will forget for a moment that Shepard had been a goodwife like themselves, and merely resolve to acculturate him later.  Once they are married and the two of them can live happily ever after, free from every distraction or care.

[RangerCado]

One princess in a fine wool dress sits away from the others, bored out of their minds by talk of shepards. She had spent her whole life around them, she wanted to be more than that. She slowly dozed off, dreaming of running around in full plate fighting a war... Odd dream.

[Toaster]

Another princess dreamed of the power and money that the prince wielded.  She knew her womanly wiles would let her get her hands on it...

[webadict]

"I don't know if I can wait any longer, Tiruin! There's just so much I want to show the Prince." She exhales loudly. "Gah! I need something to busy myself with!" She marches off to look at the various art displays.

[Okami No Rei]

Princess Okami snapped her fan shut and stepped out onto the balcony.  She repositioned the daggers as she walked, under the guise of adjusting her kimono.   She had not yet seen any of her father's agents among the serving staff.  This concerned her far more than the aimless prattle of an untrained storyteller.

[Jim Groovester]

Another princess dreamed of being a contestant on the Bachelor.

But instead of living her dream, she was here, in some fabulous castle or mansion or something, competing with a bunch of other women over some stupid guy.

It was heartbreaking.