First Sweet Wave

zhou qi (pinky). ravenclaw. 971216. lumos nox . available plots

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pay attention `

    valentin had a dream. he dreamed of living in a nice two room home in somewhere in england with elise with a nice backyard so she could play. he wanted to raise her away from his family, so she could be free from them. so they both could be free. he thought about that often as he convinced himself not to ring the next of some annoying first year - or multiple first years.

    when he saw the group of first years running down the steps as he reentered the building from his time at hogsmeade, he saw the girl in their way. they didn’t look like they would stop. instinct took over and he grabbed her wrist, tugging her too them as the first years ran into the main hall, completely oblivious to the damage they could cause.

   “idiote (idiots),” he commented as he released the girl. he sighed, “pay attention to your surroundings,”

    he didn’t waste another breath and turned a corner, heading towards the hufflepuff common room, scratching at the side of his neck as he walked.

@lnxqi

[lnxqi]

daydreaming was one of her hidden specialties on days that she was a little worn out or consumed in her thoughts, and especially so when she’s alone with no one to bug. her mind never really rest until she hit the soft beds with eyes tightly shut, and even so it takes time to lull her to sleep as her mind comes up with interesting theories or observations. and there she was, walking along the path without much of a notice to her surroundings.

and then there was a tug, a rough gripping on her wrist that jolted her to reality. eyes focused as alertness seeped in, stumbling slightly and roaming across the figure that pulled at her and then to the pattering that drew away, the group of people running into the main hall. she recognized some of them - people she’s seen at the bookstore in the same textbook section as hers, but before she could say anything, an apology or word of appreciation, the word slipping off his tongue went right smack into her face.

lips pursed into a frown, eyes narrowing slightly in displeasure as she rubbed her wrist. she recognized the word, one with an accent not wholly English, and followed the trail of which the blond took. 

“such mannerisms,” she spoke up, English roughed with French accents. she could care less for the thought that he was probably a senior at that moment, not when she was felt insulted. pale cheeks flushed in a mild pink, she continued, almost sulking, “how rude. is this how hogwarts is like?” 

“hope we won’t end up in the same house...” she mumbled to herself, stepping after him in the same direction.

[kyulkyung-updates]

IOI Pinky

[lnxqi]

wrong turn alley

[dalxjeonggi-deactivated20170711]

    [ backtrack ] - past plot - diagon alley & knockturn alley

     there was something about diagon alley that reminded jimmy of o’connell street in dublin. it was bustling, always loud and people everywhere that it was easy to get lost in it all. of course, diagon alley was far more narrow than the big streets of dublin. people had to push to get their way through and yet, jimmy loved it.

    he managed to escape the witch who was sent to watch him while he transitioned into the wizarding world. coming from a muggle family, one where his parents were so certain that hogwarts was some big elaborate hoax that jimmy made for attention, it was necessary for jimmy to have someone to help him get used to everything. just throwing him into the world seemed crazy in itself. even so, jimmy wanted to explore. shopping was too boring for his taste.

    naturally, his attention went from one place to the next. the boy couldn’t stay still and never would stay still. he had to see everything, he had to touch everything and he was shooed out of the pet store with a broom for trying to hug an owl. he found that very unfair. the owl wanted a hug despite the fact it tried to bite him. jimmy saw it as a bite of love.

   nevertheless, jimmy left the store and traveled down the street. he wore normal muggle clothes; a simple black and white sweater and jeans with black sneakers. most people wore clocks, but jimmy didn’t have one (he may have just bought one, but it was with the witch and while he always wished to have a cap, it was mostly superhero envy. not wizard envy. 

    he was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed a girl standing near an ominous alley. his eyes narrowed instantly as he reach the crooked sign that said ‘knockturn alley’. he thought back to what the witch had said; ‘do not go into knockturn alley’. that was pretty much that and if that was the case, why was the girl heading that way. 

    he had to stop her.

    he glanced back to see if the witch was on his tail and he actually saw her pushing through the crowd. he stood there for a moment before he took off after the girl. he ran down the steps and grabbed her arm, turning her back, “ya can’t be here! this is a bad place! are ya gone in the head?”

    suddenly a hand touched his shoulder and jimmy shuddered, turning his head to the scary looking lady behind him, “what are you young ones doing here? are you lost?”

    “n-no…,” jimmy slinked away from her and looked at the girl, “bolt! run!”

     he grabbed her hand in his hand and started running down the stairs, further into the alley. possibly not the best idea.

[lnxqi]

she was close, so close to the feline creature of the dark with its black marble orbs and equally black coat of fur. tongue peeking out from the corner of her lips as she inched forward cautiously, not wanting to scare the poor creature and yet not wanting to lose sight of it, it was a hard yank on her arm that had her squeaking in surprised.

turning around immediately as she tried to shook her arm free, frantic eyes darting from side to side before settling onto the boy's words, brows knitted together and lips pursed. a loose strand of her hand slipped from behind her ears, gracing her cheeks but she made no movement to remove it.

bad place? what was he talking about? Qi didn’t like the tone of his voice, the sort that was loud with warning and brute, and did he just insinuated that she had a tangled knot in in her brain? in a fit of her stubbornness she was about to retaliate, in full french, of course, of how unbecoming that was to grab a lady by their arm and to sprout of such distasteful words to a mere stranger. 

but the flush in her cheeks coming from anger faded away when she spotted someone else just hovering right behind the boy - a woman with ragged cloak and a dry voice, eyes swollen-looking compared to her shrunken cheeks and bony fingers that curled around the shoulder of the boy. her eyes widened and she meeped, a soft exclamation of surprise for coming so close with someone so...sinister looking, for the lack of a proper word.

she swallowed, eyes matching the orbs of the other, and even without his shout she would have done the same. Qi turned just as he grabbed her hand, but for all the discomfort she felt with a member of the opposite sex, it was not the time nor place when they were trying to make a run, and all thoughts of a black cat disappeared as they took off down the flight of stairs, past an overhead bridge of some sort between stone-walls of buildings and further away from the crowd.

“s-stop. for a minute,” she mumbled, easing her steps past yet another corner into a quiet alleyway, two blocks of walls leading down the path on either side, no windows nor the chill of the air or sounds of a crowd. she heaved, and she could hear the sound of harsh breathing as she bend forwards a little, holding onto her knee, and then lightly tug her hand away. cheeks, pink from the blood circulation through the sudden takeaway, contrasted with the paleness of her lips and the grey, dusty air. “where are we?” she asked, English syllable rolling off the tip of her tongue, looking around and pulling her cloak close. 

“what do you mean this is a bad place? isn’t it part of diagon alley?”

[lnxqi]

hi, squishy number two c:

[lnxemily-blog]

Emily loved getting ready for the new school year at Hogwarts. She had every year from the date she was first accepted back during primary school up to the most recent one. Diagon Alley was filled to the brim with interesting things, and it was no wonder that most, if not all, students were excited.  It always brought a smile to her face seeing the younger years running around, gathering things for their new experience. 

She had met up with Belle at one point to shop together, but they had split off again at this point, as her girlfriend had spotted some other classmates to go speak with, and Emily had wanted to check out Quality Quidditch Supplies anyway, which had bought her a playful eye roll from the Ravenclaw. 

After seeing her off and that there was nothing that she really wanted to buy (within her price range) at the Quidditch shop, she decided to check out the bookstore nearby, it looked like they were having a sale where anything pink was on sale.  It wasn’t her favorite color, but if she could find something cute, she wouldn’t mind it, so she headed in that direction, stepping past the balloons and displays they had set up, to check it out.

It wasn’t soon thereafter when she was checking out a pink pillow that was near the doorway, that she felt herself be bowled over by someone, for back of a better term, falling into the store.  Not quite knowing what hit her, now that she was looking up at the ceiling, she looked at the weight on top of her, finding a young girl muttering something in French (Emily had never quite grasped the language), her head resting directly on her chest.  “I’m not quite sure this is the right place for a nap~” she joked, wondering just how long this awkward placement was going to take place.

[lnxqi]

‘it’s a talking pillow’ was Qi’s first thought as the voice, awkward sounding and all too real for an simple enchantment and it was that weird thread of thoughts that had her blinking, looking up slowly. her following thought was that they now make pillows that look like people, and that it was very eerie to think of it (did she stumble into some of those weird shops), and then the sounds of chattering and stomping feet around her had the young girl sitting up immediately.

she was at a pink sale store, tripped, and fell on a poor passer-by. that made much more sense than an enchanted talking pillow, though she kept those needless thoughts away. “much apologies, m’am,” she spoke quickly with English in a thick French accent, clearly not native to the united kingdom. with a graceful sweep of her hands along the fabric of her skirt as she rose, shaking her head for the hood of her robes to fall behind her, she extend an arm towards the fallen one.

“are you alright?” her tone was polite, the way she was taught to be in front of strangers. there was however no signs of embarrassment save for the smile all too wide on her face, her pale skin being as thick as the stone bricks back home in the countryside - she heard someone had passed out after being hit from a loose brick in the walls, or was the person fatally injured? that was a question saved for another day.

“I came in here looking for pink stationary for the new school term, but ended up tripping over something and fell,” she continued, feeling the need to explain herself, though the other seemed not to have taken any offense at her actions earlier on, “and thought that I fell into a pool of cushions. silly me!” she giggled at her own foolishness, head shaking. “can you walk? all’s good?”

[lnxqi]

winning concoctions

[lnxzoe-deactivated20160805]

the thought of graduating beauxbatons began as a far away thought when she first stepped foot in the palace years ago. then, she was simply just a little girl filled with utmost curiosity and excitement to explore more of the magical world and learn along the way. now, she was a young lady who has learned more than what she originally went for but with all the same penchant for curiosity and desire for leaning.

zoe has learnt quite an amount both academically and outside of it in the long time that she was at the famed french school. much like all her peers; she wasn’t ready to let go of beauxbatons just yet. it was home to her. despite this, she cannot help but be optimistic still for what the future holds for her.

“good morning!” she turns, watching as qi slides right beside her. zoe eyes her friend slightly, raising a dark brow at the careful way she was presenting herself upon entrance. the epitome of who a beauxbaton lady should be was never who zhou qi was. at least that is how zoe has come to know her. and that was okay – she adores the other girl for who she really is and never for the fancy specifics the school wants qi to be. 

zoe grins as the other moves closer, shaking her head as she does so. “right, isn’t it? i hate to leave in a few weeks time without being able to cover the entirety of this potions book. maybe we can sneak out and finish everything by ourselves sometime if it all doesn’t cut out?” the suggestion was nothing out of the ordinary for zoe and she adds a wink at the end to fully deliver the message. 

[lnxqi]

she didn't miss the raised brow, but she didn't make an attempt to mention it, not when she was going to break the peace mere seconds later. there's comfort with feeling someone else's warmth near her, to sling an arm around someone else's elbow - its a nice sort of feeling, the kind that told her she's accepted and allowed a close sort of affection. after all, Qi thrives on instances of familiarity and skinship, because nothing makes her day better than to know that she has close friends to depend on.

she may be a little over-dramatic about a small gesture, but it wasn’t Qi if she didn’t have some sort of romanticizing thoughts over every thing else.

“we should. there are a few that we have yet to attempt, but what is school if we are not able to push the limits of our abilities?” the smile lit up her face, eyes curling and skin glowing. words spoken gently yet with an underlying mischievous steak, such mini escapades in the name of exploration were not new to the graduating beauxbaton student. “I have some new ingredients sent over the other day. mother wondered why I would ask for them...but it would be a waste not to use them since they are already here, no?”

the raven tossed in her little wink, lashes fluttering before their instructor strode in, the sweep of her robes glided across the grounds as whispering ceased to a stop. then, there were the sounds of benches being pushed as the girls rose, hands politely held in front of them or at ease. Qi pulled away as well, all poised as ever, but not without a second, scheming grin at Zoe.

the students sat with the wave of the professor’s hands, after a rousing greeting, a part of beauxbatons’ etiquette. for years she thought that the long list of rules was almost exhausting to sustain, but now that she’s leaving, she would miss it. “today we will be doing the  drought of living dead. i suppose you have your ingredients ready?” Qi nodded, a soft ‘yes’ leaving her lips as she flipped her textbook without batting an eyelash. this would be a fun one to make, she’s positive.

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[lnxqi]

hi, squishy number two c:

@lnxemily

Diagon alley, Diagon alley. Qi felt like she could practically go there every other day and not get bored by the colorful display and new sales, the beautiful quills and random events. even the flowers bring about different surprises everyday, and the food down the corner was just her tastes. and so she twirled, bouncing on her heels as she strode down the bricked walkway, wasting her time away before her meeting with Dorothy later that day.

for now, it was mostly to enjoy that smell of freshly baked pumpkin pies- oh, is that another pink witch sale?

happily she brisked towards the bookstore, in its varying shades of pink at the entrance. there were floating balloons, and cotton candy-like words running in the air that spelled out the event title, along with a huge ‘everything pink is on sale’. 

( she thought that must be paradise, albeit in a small room )

so she ran, excitement budding inside of her like a three-year-old child seeing presents, only to trip over the ledge at the doorway. in slow motion her eyes widened, both hands raise into the air with no proper way of stopping herself, flying half-a-feet distance before landing on something...extremely soft.

she whined, eyes clamped shut at the ache coming from her knees that collided directly with the hard ground, but oh god she must have fell into one of those pink cushion display, because how can it be so soft and squishy? without even opening her eyes, she laid there, mumbling in French, “I’m getting this cushion.”

[lnxqi]

wrong turn alley

@jiminxln​

Qi is a curious child so taking some time to herself to explore the wonderful shopping alleys of London’s wizarding community was nothing out of the ordinary. even as a young kid, she would find herself slipping off to explore the meadows and streets, never afraid to question aloud the interesting things she observed, ranging from flying dandelion flowers to weird potion ingredients.

and so when she found this dark corner of diagon alley, where a step inside seemed to block out all the sun and happy chatter from the main road (so she presumed, that it was just one of the many side alleys around), she cast a careful look around her. Far away, upwards from the small leading, she saw a few cloaked figures walking about, and a clink of a bell from the door being opened and then shut. 

there are stores, she realised, and deeming that to be save enough, she bounced into the alleyway with light steps, her dark red cloak fluttering behind her. hair tied in a neat braid falling to the side and in front of her chest, a pale pink dress underneath, complete with leather brown boots. the first thing she noticed as she wandered in, was how there seemed to be a gust of chilly wind, and lots and lots of dusts; the gloom lurking in the corners with all shades of monochrome was utterly depressing, and even the odd glances her way was sort of unsettling.

something told her that she didn’t belong, but growing up in an environment where she was taught to push her own comfort zones, this little trip down a shopping alleyway wouldn’t hurt, right? 

“oh.” a black cat caught her attention, and she stared hand raised to pat it on the head. it has a scar across one of its eyes, and for a moment she felt sorry for the poor creature, but before she could lend it some sort of Pinky-style comfort, the feline leaped away, and she couldn’t help but chase after. “kitty!” she whispered harshly, English mixed with French accent, “come back!”

[lnxqi]

incoming semester

it's not often you get asked to complete an assignment before you even start school (she assumed that it's all part of being in a secondary school), but that was no excuse for Qi to put it to the last minute. she sprawled herself on the cool ground, arms opened as she stared at the ceiling, wind streaming in from the open windows. she could hear the flutter of the leaves, whispering in their excitement of the warm season, and all these only served as a temptation to lull her to sleep.

she stifled a yawn, fingers intertwined and placed on her abdomen. truth be told, the reason to joining a secondary school was part of an excuse not to work in a designated career of a merchant, and partly as an extended adventure of being a student. she wanted not to be a merchant, not being able to hunt precious beasts for a score of gold; she wanted not to be an auror, or a mere potioneer, even though she knew it was a meaningful position to give back to the wizarding community as a guardian or a healer.

she stretched, head tilting back as she spotted the case of her pipa in the corner. briefly she tried to imagine herself as a full-time pipa player, which wasn't an all too bad career if you asked her. but there was something underwhelming about just being that - a pipa player, that is.

she wanted something more, something exciting and adventurous without going overboard. like traveling across the seas and plains to discover new creatures, or writing a book of exciting stories. she wants to study more about the obscurities in life, about muggles and love and space and time, and yet she did not want a desk job or be confined to the limits of a library. she wanted the world and had no aims of reaching it, and she guessed that at the end of the day, she was like every other student in search of their place in the world.

( yet, she knew deep down that everyone starts off somewhere, no matter how underwhelming or disappointingly real that starting point was. )

tilting her head to the side, she saw her box of textbooks, books she just purchased and have yet to read except for her advanced potions. things doesn’t seem to have changed too much just yet, like its just another summer vacations and soon she’d be back in school, though everything have changed. it’s a new place, with new traditions, new teachers, new content. and she would probably be more excited about that if the weather wasn’t so stuffy and warm that very day. eyes trailed along the spine of the books - transfiguration, defense against the dark arts, charms, scores for muggle music, alchemy, history text...all in English, and all an inch thick in width and more. 

and then there were the houses. that’s something new to her, the house thingy, considering how such does not exist in Beauxbatons. Qi sat up, hands pushing her cheeks upwards - how was life in Hogwarts going to be like? which house would she be sorted into? were the ghosts friendly? what’s the dorming like (she certainly hoped that Dorothy would be in there, or she’d be very, very lonely) and are there going to be people with grey socks? are there people better than her in potions? worse than her in transfiguration? are there lovely creatures on campus? do people speak some French, just in case?

the girl puffed her cheeks. too many questions, and only one way to find out...but days leading to that was still a long, long way to come.

she jumped up, slipping into her seat at the desk as she started scribbling with her pink quill, a draft of what she has planned for the summer - exploring muggle’s central London, learning more about Hogwarts, spending time with Dorothy and reading new books. the rest could come after she’s crossed out the list, but for now, its a start.

[lnxqi]

What does their bedroom look like? Alternative: What does their part of the dorm look like?

my bedroom is a light, peachy color. bright, mostly neat, and has all that it’s needed - beds with fresh sheets, bookshelves with a clear glass panel, a closet with drawers, a simple dressing table, and my lovely work desk. { /she hummed’ } there’s a lot of cuddly toys around, along with books and stationary. then of course, there’s my pipa in her own case! I like keeping my room simple and mess-free most of the time, though it does become... { /she poked her tongue out’ } when I get busy, that is. my part of the dorms is the same, my items in my section, free of grey and black socks and has some sort of pink or yellow decorations laying around. oh, and a cuddly plush, for lonely nights!

[lnxqi]

Describe ways that they show affection/love/adoration for those around them.

...well, it is true that my level of skinship differs for some people. { /she tapped on her lips, arms folded as she swayed from side to side’ } in general, I do not hug boys, no matter how close I am with them. { /she laughed softly, head shaking before she scrunched her nose’ } squish their cheeks together, maybe, but hugging is for girls and girls only. to wrap your arms around their soft bodies and nice abs and smell their shampoo is so comforting~ girls are just so lovely. { /she cleared her throat’ } of course, with some people, like my father, who has more of a stiff upper-lip moment, I think talking to them, smiling and helping them out is a form of affection - because showing you care is a sign of love in its own!

[pink-punked]

good morning beautiful ❀

[lnxqi]

winning concoctions

@lnxzoe

there’s something unexpectedly satisfying about potions class - it’s just the way the brew bubbles in the caudron, the sound of sizzling or explosions and the beautiful colors appearing at the end of the day when done right. it’s about putting the least expected items to give some of the best results, and potions always left room for experimenting that kept her anticipating more, and more, and more.

but alas as school comes to an end and she made a mental note of how many classes she could enjoy this satisfying sensation, it was time again to bid goodbye of the large amount of resources at Beauxbatons for her own research spot in the backyard of her house.

“good morning,” she greeted, a bright smile on her face with a softer voice, the prim and proper way a Beauxbaton child was expected to have. Qi may be one of the louder (if not, loudest) child in her level, but even that boom box could be stored away for a moment of peace in the morning. she slipped into one of her usual seats - up front, with a clear view of the blackboard and demonstrations desk - dropping herself lightly besides Zoe. 

and then she couldn’t help but curl one arm around her friend’s elbow, shifting her seat close, frown appearing on her face as she whined in a harsh whisper, “mmm, I can’t believe we’re just left with two weeks of potions! there’s so much to learn and not enough time to try...”

[lnxqi]

exploring muggle-land

[dorothyxln-deactivated20160721]

Muggles? Dorothy knew little about them and most of her knowledge came from what she had learned back in Beauxbatons. She did appreciate their clothes. She found them more fitting and, if the right chose were made, more flattering too. She was wearing a high waist denim short and a black tank top, almost like her friend. It was extravagant for the people surrounding them, but so different from the robes she was usually in.

Qi’s arm and voice made her snap out of her daze. There were too many people, too many things to look out for and simply look at. See what? The frames. She looked around her and frowned. “Maybe we need one. Everybody seems to have one in hand. Maybe they will find us weird if we don’t get one.” She had never roamed around a muggle city this big before. 

And another question from Qi. She stretched her neck. “Looks like they are trying to get in a store. It’s colorful. McDonald’s? Sounds like the name of an American teacher.” She giggled. “I wonder what’s inside. Some people come out with bags.”

[lnxqi]

she nodded fervently at the other’s suggestion. blending into the muggle life was always difficult, as she soon learned even as a child. realising that things don’t always fly and work themselves when she integrated into the muggle countryside soon led her to realise the differences (and disparity, really) between the two communities, and it became even worse as she walked  down the busy streets of this muggle city.

Qi looked down at her open palm, trying to imagine holding a small photo-frame for large amounts of time. it’s an odd feeling, she reckoned, considering how there are many other things to see, to enjoy, to listen and to taste, and spending time on a photo-frame sounds like a whole lot of waste. then again, it might be different when she actually does pick one up. “holding it for so long seems really uncomfortable,” she replied, “but you’re right. we should grab one, just in case!”

“Mc-do-nal. professor Mcdonal...sounds about right, heh~” the line of people outside this store had her looking up, and her eyes lit up at a familiar name. she’s seen it on her travels, but she’s never had the chance to try. her father never allowed her to eat these sort of food, even when she’s seen it several times on her travel. “oh, oh!” she bounced in her step, nudging against Dorothy, “it’s got junk food!” she giggled, wondering why ‘junk’ and food could be put together in one phrase, “at least, that’s what daddy said. he never let me try it, though, but if people are going in, it must be alright? daddy said it’s a muggle thing.”

she looked at the taller girl with widened eyes and beaming smile, “...first stop?”

[lnxqi]

new books, new quills

there’s something about book that make them so...lovely, to quote the witch’s words. its the amount of knowledge that could be learn from lines and lines of printed pages, and the largest power one could ever gain is the inspirations they struck upon its readers. for that, Qi loved reading, never limiting herself to any one genre - history taught her the importance of advancement, and newspapers kept her up to date with the latest juicy bits in life; romance stories allowed her to imagine the multiple what-ifs, and scholarly scrolls helped her to satisfy that curiosity in forms of actual potions and and trial concoctions.

                       in short, books are simply, l o v e l y.

and when you talk about books, you cannot leave out the different sort of quills, from design to its functionality. which is why the young witch found herself separated from her peers, eyes stuck onto this bright pink feather swishing from side to side behind a glass window. Qi pressed so close that each breath left a mark on the glass, flats of her fingers and tip of her nose gracing the surface. 

it is pink, fluffy and undeniably, made for her, for it would go all too well with her pink outfits meant for the upcoming school semester. with a broken tune, she spun around on her heels, skipping into the magnificent store with more colorful, colorful quills.

[lnxqi]

exploring muggle-land

@dorothyxln

Qi grew up within a muggle community over a wizarding one, but it stop her growing curiosity of the vast differences between the two. born in the countryside where the most amazing invention got to be one of those ‘televisions’, her interaction with these quirky new gadgets she sees down this street was zero to none. 

the female widened her eyes, decked in her muggle-clothing of a white tank top and denim shorts, sleeves of her light cardigan rolled up to her elbows, she watched - stared - at the people passing by, eyes glued to this tiny screen that fit within their hands. some had strings of different colors connecting the thing to their ears, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, even if just a bit.

arm slipping around her friend’s elbow, pressing her weight down on the taller girl playfully, she didn’t remove her eyes on the passing muggles. “Did you see?” she whispered in French, the language that was spoken so fluidly off the tip of her tongue, “those tiny frames. Do you think we can have one?” the moving frames were really not within the list of things to check out in central (muggle) london, but her curiosity was piqued, and she needed to satisfy it. 

then again, maybe it could wait. “look at the queues...why are they queueing? Is something happening?” she tip-toed, head tilted in attempt to look over the line of heads.

[lnxqi]

// i have 1 ask meme remaining and I’d really love to have more please ; u ; also on plotting, please feel free to reach me on AIM at au.roleplay, I think it’d be much faster there, yes ;; I’d whip up an open starter soon though I’d love to have plots.