ǣfenglōm (main comm)

Name: "anonymous" (Hiccup Haddock III)
Date: Feb. 2
Format: Text

some things recently came up and it has me thinking a lot. i'm not sure who else to ask this? the person i'd normally talk to is... part of it.

is it possible to have romantic feelings for more than one person at the same time? does that make you a bad person? i never had to consider it before because i thought everything would be simple, for me at least, but now it isn't so simple and i'm not

sure what to do

i don't want to hurt them

[ooc: Hiccup is posting anonymously but as this function isn't always reliable, let me know if you want him to anonfail! He's having some relationship troubles whoops.]

Name: Marie Antoinette
Date: Noveuer 20th, evening
Format: text


Hello everyone! With the recent events, there are a few thing I would like to address! Mainly, a few items that found their way into my hands that I believe belong to someone else!

First would be this violin!

[Attached is a picture of the aforementioned instrument. It is quite blurry, Marie is most likely not Aefenglom's best photographer, even if among other French citizens of the 18th century she would probably rank fairly well. There is a logo of the maker visible in the picture. It is rather blurry but maye you still recognize it?]

As much as I would love to be able to play one well, I am very much just a listener, so I believe it should be returned to the original owner! Amadeus? Salieri? Wataru? Does it look familiar to any of you? Or maybe it could belong to Elliot?

Second thing that found its way to me would be a cookbook!

[The second picture she attached is a bit more readable than the first. It's a very old-looking book. Whose could it be?]

I believe it might have been mistakenly given to me because it is in French! However, it was not originally mine so I would love to return it to the owner! If I do not find them, though, I will donate it to one of the city's resturants.

Third item, is... uh...

[She should have locked this part of the post. But she did not and here it is. Purple, shiny bunny suit. Very sexy!]

Salieri... I probably should not have searched your things, but your room is such a mess I wanted to do something nice for you and clean it up a bit. However, I came across this stuffed under your bed and I...

Listen to me, I understand everything. I have never judged your interests and neither do I now. However, I also think that neither should you! If this is something you are into, rather than hide it under your bed, wear it with pride!

Though I am a bit puzzled on how you find this in Aefenglom... Is it... someone else's?

Name: Elliot Craig (ft. Randy Orlando, Fie Claussell & Crow Armbrust)
Date: November 20th
Format: Video

[The video feeds is set outside of the Zemurian house, a nice house with a vibrant garden growing out front. Elliot stands out front, holding the communicator's camera so you can only see him right now.
He seems awkward and nervous doing this. Surprise, most of his music lessons posts were heavily rehearsed. ]

U-Um, hi everyone. So it seems like I got someone's car by accident? It's...much smaller than most cars I've seen, but I think they thought it was mine because... [He bites his lip, trying to figure out how to phrase "because I'm small enough to fit in it"] -- W-Well, it doesn't matter why I guess.

Anyway, I'd really like to return it to the original owner, so if you recognize this--

[He turns the camera to where he'd parked the car. Except the spot is notably car-less.]

-- What?

[The camera frantically moves around until you can see Randy, a full grown and very tall man - doing his best to drive a black convertible that is currently the size of a child's car, down the sidewalk. Fie is on the hood of the car, applying sparkly pony stickers to bedazzle it. Crow's running after them, but less to catch them, and more to film the heist]

H-Hey!! Randy! Fie! Get back here!

[the camera gets dropped onto the grass as Elliot tries to chase after him. Alas, he is not athletic enough to catch up, so it's not long until he slows to a stop and looks helplessly after them]

Crap...