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If you notice this notice you will notice it is not worth noticing.
Hi all! We is listing to Black suits coming! Case closed erased me foes! One little flash! Galaxy defenders don't act like you don't remember! I think We has sung enough. If you wanna rock you say! Okay, it's over. Story now.
Disclaimer: All the characters you know are my hostages, they are sitting here, gagged and blind folded awaiting my needs. The ones you don't know or might only know from the last chapters are having a coffee break in the other room. We WILL return Thom and co. We just need to use them first.
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Thom and Delia stood together in the small chamber outside the great doors of the Queen's Ballroom, ready to descend the Great Stair. Thom's dress was made of the finest silk in a shade of dark purple that set off his eyes, with a full skirt, embroided at the hem in a pattern of spring flowers. The top of the dress was tightly fitted and had a scoop neck. The sleeves were cut of at the shoulder with a piece of silk across his arm (okay, we've all seen Beauty and the Beast, right? Think the sort of bits Bell has for sleeves on her ball gown, but with extra bits). His hair was braided and coiled into a bun at the back of his head with two locks that framed his face perfectly. He had a golden chain around his neck with a delicately made flower with an amethyst at it's centre hanging off it. There were amethysts at his ears, and the whole effect was breathtaking.
Delia was wearing a green dress.
The Herald summoned Delia to the door. "In a moment, I will open the door, and announce your name to the crowd. You must then descend the Great stair into the room and bow in front of the king and queen. The rest is up to you. I once announced a girl who decided to go crowd surfing, but I wouldn't recommend it."
Delia nodded and the Herald opened one side of the door. "Lady Delia of Eldorne!" he cried, as Delia made her way down the stair into the ballroom.
Then it was Thom's turn. He gulped nervously as the Herald beckoned to him.
In the ballroom a hush fell over the crowds of men and women as both sides of the door were flung open. Both were only used for visiting royalty.
A yell was heard in the air. "Gods damn wind!" cried the herald as he struggled to close the door that had blown open.
When he had managed to finally pull it shut, the man announced "Thomasina of Trebond!"
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Latter at the ball:
Thom and Delia were dancing in a large group of men and women that included Gary, Raoul, Alex, Dukes Barid, Roger and Gareth, King Roald, Queen Lianne, and numerous other men and women of the court. The band struck up the next song and the caller (like in bush dancing) called "Okay, whose ready for the Chicken Dance!?!" Around the room there were cheers as everyone sang along to the music:
Dada dada dada da. Dada dada dada da. Daa daa daa da. Clap clap clap clap.
Jon and Alanna were dancing very close to each other in a corner. Almost everyone else joined the big group in the middle. "OK" yelled the caller, tripping over Thom's Secret Fairy Diary With Matching Padlock. "Now every one join hands and get ready for the Hokey Pokey! You put your right hand in..." Everyone was dancing madly except Jon and Alanna who were making out in the corner.
Sudenly Thom glanced at the sky. "Oh my gods! It's 7:30! It's past my bedtime! Goodnight everyone!"
"Goodnight!" chourused the dancers, as Thom went off to bed after his big day.
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A/N : Okay, anyone whose read Cerannie by RoseFyre (and her authors notes!) will recognise this. It's a check! If you read our authors notes please include the word Antidisestablishmentarianism (Oh my gods! I spelt that right first time! Congratulate me!) in your review! It doesn't have to make sense. As a matter of fact, neither of us knows what it means anyway. Ah well, R+R and more will be soon.
Thanx 2:
Neal and Jelena of Queenscove: you never know...
Some Random Reviewer: Were still deciding, but it's defiantly a possibility.
The-little-insomniac: We're on another favourites list, doo da, doo da, we're on another favourites list, oh doo doo da day.
RoseFyre: We like that bit lots too.
LadyKnight: Me too!
Cai - Dragon Saviour: Anita found it too *Anita rubs head*
StarFire: Good on ya!
Dyana-of-Tortall: Nooooooooooooooooo! We'll be good.
Chopstix*: Yay. Floor.
Lady Katharine Heartspark: I've almost finished search for the six. Just give me a few days until my exams are done.
BraveSirRobin ran away: Huh?
Charlotte: Yup!
Archeress: Hehe. Shirt.
Shinnonu: As many as you like.
Myuu/Kyuu: Can we borrow your mallet?
A/N: I made up a new one: Mwehehehehehehehe
Just ignore her. She's off her rocker.
Mmmmmmm.......rocker.......
Like I said. REVIEW!!!!!!!
If you notice this notice you will notice it is not worth noticing.
Hi all! We is listing to Black suits coming! Case closed erased me foes! One little flash! Galaxy defenders don't act like you don't remember! I think We has sung enough. If you wanna rock you say! Okay, it's over. Story now.
Disclaimer: All the characters you know are my hostages, they are sitting here, gagged and blind folded awaiting my needs. The ones you don't know or might only know from the last chapters are having a coffee break in the other room. We WILL return Thom and co. We just need to use them first.
~*~~*~
Thom and Delia stood together in the small chamber outside the great doors of the Queen's Ballroom, ready to descend the Great Stair. Thom's dress was made of the finest silk in a shade of dark purple that set off his eyes, with a full skirt, embroided at the hem in a pattern of spring flowers. The top of the dress was tightly fitted and had a scoop neck. The sleeves were cut of at the shoulder with a piece of silk across his arm (okay, we've all seen Beauty and the Beast, right? Think the sort of bits Bell has for sleeves on her ball gown, but with extra bits). His hair was braided and coiled into a bun at the back of his head with two locks that framed his face perfectly. He had a golden chain around his neck with a delicately made flower with an amethyst at it's centre hanging off it. There were amethysts at his ears, and the whole effect was breathtaking.
Delia was wearing a green dress.
The Herald summoned Delia to the door. "In a moment, I will open the door, and announce your name to the crowd. You must then descend the Great stair into the room and bow in front of the king and queen. The rest is up to you. I once announced a girl who decided to go crowd surfing, but I wouldn't recommend it."
Delia nodded and the Herald opened one side of the door. "Lady Delia of Eldorne!" he cried, as Delia made her way down the stair into the ballroom.
Then it was Thom's turn. He gulped nervously as the Herald beckoned to him.
In the ballroom a hush fell over the crowds of men and women as both sides of the door were flung open. Both were only used for visiting royalty.
A yell was heard in the air. "Gods damn wind!" cried the herald as he struggled to close the door that had blown open.
When he had managed to finally pull it shut, the man announced "Thomasina of Trebond!"
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!
Latter at the ball:
Thom and Delia were dancing in a large group of men and women that included Gary, Raoul, Alex, Dukes Barid, Roger and Gareth, King Roald, Queen Lianne, and numerous other men and women of the court. The band struck up the next song and the caller (like in bush dancing) called "Okay, whose ready for the Chicken Dance!?!" Around the room there were cheers as everyone sang along to the music:
Dada dada dada da. Dada dada dada da. Daa daa daa da. Clap clap clap clap.
Jon and Alanna were dancing very close to each other in a corner. Almost everyone else joined the big group in the middle. "OK" yelled the caller, tripping over Thom's Secret Fairy Diary With Matching Padlock. "Now every one join hands and get ready for the Hokey Pokey! You put your right hand in..." Everyone was dancing madly except Jon and Alanna who were making out in the corner.
Sudenly Thom glanced at the sky. "Oh my gods! It's 7:30! It's past my bedtime! Goodnight everyone!"
"Goodnight!" chourused the dancers, as Thom went off to bed after his big day.
#$#$#$#$#$#$#$##$#$#$#$$$#$#
A/N : Okay, anyone whose read Cerannie by RoseFyre (and her authors notes!) will recognise this. It's a check! If you read our authors notes please include the word Antidisestablishmentarianism (Oh my gods! I spelt that right first time! Congratulate me!) in your review! It doesn't have to make sense. As a matter of fact, neither of us knows what it means anyway. Ah well, R+R and more will be soon.
Thanx 2:
Neal and Jelena of Queenscove: you never know...
Some Random Reviewer: Were still deciding, but it's defiantly a possibility.
The-little-insomniac: We're on another favourites list, doo da, doo da, we're on another favourites list, oh doo doo da day.
RoseFyre: We like that bit lots too.
LadyKnight: Me too!
Cai - Dragon Saviour: Anita found it too *Anita rubs head*
StarFire: Good on ya!
Dyana-of-Tortall: Nooooooooooooooooo! We'll be good.
Chopstix*: Yay. Floor.
Lady Katharine Heartspark: I've almost finished search for the six. Just give me a few days until my exams are done.
BraveSirRobin ran away: Huh?
Charlotte: Yup!
Archeress: Hehe. Shirt.
Shinnonu: As many as you like.
Myuu/Kyuu: Can we borrow your mallet?
A/N: I made up a new one: Mwehehehehehehehe
Just ignore her. She's off her rocker.
Mmmmmmm.......rocker.......
Like I said. REVIEW!!!!!!!