thusia | (no subject)

Who: EVERYONE
When: Day 63, Evening (Backdate)
Where: EVERYWHERE
What:

[Tonight, under each door on the third level, there's a simple note. On the fourth floor, because of the flooding, there's a charcoal note and a single posting on the noticeboard by the fountain.

The handwriting, notably, is in a natural looking Comic Sans-like script. If that wasn't enough of a give away. It's been dusted with glitter.

If that's not a give away, there's stick figures of Albinia addressing a crowd, with a little speech bubble filled with hearts and flowers.

If that's not a give away, below that is a simple poem:

"Our great scientist of frost
Has invited us to gather
To a story of what was lost
Without the boorish blather.

Take heed of the coming noon
When the sun is just past peak.
I sing ye this urgent tune:
It's the truth she claims to speak."

But mostly, the thing that identifies that Ptou put this under your door is on the back side of each notice is a cartoonish, heart dotted scrawl "~Eizon is a dick~"]

((OOC Note: Albinia will be doing an IC event talking about Thusian history Wednesday, 7PM EST

I will pick up threads tomorrow to play with all responders, but for now, feel free to use this as a directed mingle.

Pretend I'm good at poetry.))

Threaded | Flat

[you have a ~~duckling~~ stalker]

[Stops in the doorway when he sees the note, frowning before picking it up and skimming it over.

... And deciding he doesn't care enough to get past the first few lines and decipher poetry, so wadding it up and throwing it away over his shoulder.]

...Huh. Could be worth it.

[assuming it was slid under his door with the "~Eizon is a dick~" facing up, this is the first and only such notice that doesn't get immediately shredded and ignored... in fact, it's going on the fridge. he may or may not have read the other side of it]

[...Oh. Maybe I will come. Maybe.]