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Okay, before I jump in, I need to know the rules...RP rules. What person do we speak in? Do we ** actions? Do we have a way of talking to each other out of character or will we try to do that with chat?

Any major no-nos?

Bolded^ If I see that during the ball, I will shoot you in the face. =3= Nothing irritates me more then to see chatter going on during an rp.

During the ball please stay in character, we will be using Chatango to communicate during the ball to one alother, plus we have Gaia IM.

Write like how you see in novels.

Brom rubbed his tired eyes and took a sip of the hot drink he was holding. He glared at the queen as she walked in and snarled at her comment.
"Why don't you hang your husband from the ceiling?"

Brom grinned at his brother and chuckled at the idea of the mirror on the ceiling. "I slept horribly, apparently someone thought it was a good idea to keep a rooster in their chambers. Darn thing crowed all night." Brom grimaced as he rubbed his hand over his face. "Doesn't help that I have a headache and I haven't gotten any in days."

Before descending the grand staircase and heading toward the ballroom where everyone else seemed to be congregating, Giselle double-checked her appearance in an ornate full-length mirror hanging at the head of the stairs. After all, just because she had been too busy to sleep, didn't mean that she had to let herself start looking as haggard as she felt. Sure enough, every hair was still in place, her makeup flawless, and her lovely gown--a creation of her own design--was still looking fresh and smooth. Satisfied with her appearance, Giselle glided down the staircase, spell book in hand, and greeted the rest of the royal court, some of whom were looking none the worse for wear.

"Good morning, sleepyheads!" she called out, putting some extra sweetness in her voice just to annoy Brom. "I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who's been losing sleep lately, but I must say that I am shocked to see that apparently I'm the only one who's actually been trying to figure out how to solve our problems! Alas, I've had no luck so far...And by the way, Your Majesty," she added, quirking her lips into a wry and slightly mischievous little smirk as she turned to the queen, "if you're thinking of a GOBLIN as the monster in the bedroom, I would like to remind you that I am FAR too much of a lady to be stalking people in their rooms at night!" She added a little sniff to that last statement for comic effect. She was in an odd kind of mood this morning, somewhere between being worried and afraid for the kingdom, cranky due to lack of sleep, exasperated with everyone else for not having a plan to try to undo the curse....and somehow still wanting to tease and add levity to the situation.

Then her brain finally registered the other snippet of conversation she had heard while coming down the stairs. "A ROOSTER??? Why in the world are you talking about a rooster?"

Giselle contemplated whether or not smacking Brom across his leering face would be worth the broken fingernails that might result. She decided against ruining her manicure just yet, opting instead for a verbal comeback.

Rolling her eyes and turning a wry smile in his direction, she replied, "Really, MUST your mind always run in that same direction? It must be tiring...But anyway, I'm afraid I have to decline your, ah, offer. Your social calendar is probably crowded already, daahling. And besides, I have so much to do--like, oh, trying to figure out how we can get things in this kingdom back to normal before we all disappear--that my calendar is full too. But I'm sure you'll find another lovely green goblin to chase all over the palace...even if only in your dreams."

Brom really was kind of fun to flirt with sometimes, but Giselle's actual romantic tastes lay elsewhere. As prim and proper as she was, she still preferred a man who could make her laugh over one who was surly half the time and full of himself ALL the time. Thinking of the one who had occupied quite a bit of her attention for a long time made the blood rush to her lovely green face, and she suddenly found herself having to work hard to keep the blush from being noticeable, lest Brom think--or say--that HE was the reason for the sudden redness in her countenance.

Giselle shook her head as Brom continued his playful flirtatious behavior, kissing her forehead and squeezing her hand. The brief bit of familiar friendly banter they'd exchanged transported her mind, just for a moment, back to the way things used to be, before the curse had descended upon the kingdom and threatened their very existence.

But as Brom pulled away, Giselle's problems all came crashing down on her again. What only she and the king and queen knew was that in addition to being the palace sorceress and a lady-in-waiting, Giselle also served the kingdom as an officer in the dream world's spy agency, and because of her undercover contacts in other dream realms, Giselle knew what Brom and Ernestine and their other friends might not know yet, but would probably soon find out: the problem was far more widespread than they had thought at first. This kingdom was not the only one in danger; all of the dream worlds were under the same threat. The problems of this kingdom, and of the realms in which her fellow undercover agents lived, also worried Giselle. She could only imagine how the King and Queen were feeling. After all, everyone was looking to them for guidance. They literally carried the weight of the world on their shoulders. Giselle and everyone else could only do so much.

She gave her head a little shake to bring herself out of this futile worrying. Now wasn't a time for worrying; it was a time to work on solving the problem.

"I miss the old days," she murmured in Brom's direction. "And if I can help it, we'll have good days again...and soon!"

((I'm in the spy room/news room too, and I'm playing Giselle in a femme-fatale disguise in the spy room, using a mule. But both accounts will be Giselle. That's why I added the spy bit.))