#thelostandlonelytimeagent

[elizabethofbolsover]

"Are you fucking insane?!" (AM, sideblog so I can't ask directly sorry)

“Apparently I am since I let you drag me into this!”

[daniellecountessofderby]

I object! - thelostandlonelytimeagent

My muse is getting married. Your muse has crashed the wedding. Send me "I object" for my muse's reaction.

Danielle was rather confused as Archimedes burst through the doors of the church. Why was he doing this? She stared at him, awaiting some kind of explanation as to why this was happening, just as the other people around them were shocked into a stunned silence. 

[daniellecountessofderby]

Playing with Magic

Danielle heard a strange noise coming from round a corner. She was just making her way home from the market place but she decided to investigate anyway. She found a man talking strangely and getting rather frustrated. Coughing gently to grab his attention, she jumped a little at how quick she had got it. “Excuse me, what are you doing?”

[elizabethofbolsover]

//looks like me and thelostandlonelytimeagent have gotten daniellecountessofderby hooked on pop figures! Oopsie...

[askthegirldetective]

Five times kissed - thelostandlonelytimeagent (if you can think of something :))

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed

The first time is so quick it could almost be missed, an amiable greeting between friends.

The second time is a thank you, a quick peck on cheek for some favor they've both forgotten by now.

The third time, neither is sure which of them is more drunk, but they're happy and celebrating and someone is laughing a little too loud.

The fourth time is relieved, a press of lips to hairline as if to reaffirm that he's alive and well and whole.

The fifth time, it's Archimedes' turn to be reassured.

[ofcelestialbeings-blog]

Bioshock Group verse application

∘ Character’s name: Archimedes Merchant ∘ Character’s age: 25 ∘ Face claim: Nicholas Hoult ∘ Upper class/Middle class/Lower class: Middle ∘ Occupation: Researcher for Fontaine Futuristics ∘ Bio: A tall, fairly thin man. A scientist, a true believer in the freedoms of the underwater city allowing him to research what he likes, since rules can sometimes be far too strict. However, he is rather worried about the disturbing trend of the citizens… They all seem to be taking this freedom a little too far

(Please note, the url for this blog is actually thelostandlonelytimeagent, but it’s a side blog so I couldn’t submit from it sorry!)

    WELCOME TO the verse !! You may begin interacting immediately.

[the-earl-in-the-tower]

(Not going on anon this time because pff why bother!) I'll do two stars and a wish because it's both constructive and mostly positive:

* - I love Archimedes' erraticism! I love the gung-ho sense of pantomime and it's really clear you have fun with him. From my perspective, as a historical rp-er, it's so refreshing and wonderful to be interacting with such a dynamic muse as yours. Plus, all those sudden shifts in mood and the eccentricity comes across as completely natural and in character, no matter which side of him we see.

* - You're super creative. I mean, who else would have thought of a psychic comet mineral thing turning into a sword that melts and reforms itself again? (Well, actually, that last part reminded me of the Master's ashes in the Doctor Who 1996 Movie but STILL...)

Wish: Not so much a criticism as much as something that would interest me. In light of Archimedes' aforementioned erraticism, it would be nice to see more of his inner thought processes; to see why he acts the way he does and how he comes to all these decisions.

In short, you're fantastic and keep it up! :D

[nevillexqueen-blog]

Disturbances in the library | thelostandlonelytimeagent.

thelostandlonelytimeagent

Not usually one to leave assignments to the last minute, Anne had taken up a table in the library with her Herbology books and parchments, desperately scribbling away with her quill tight in hand to finish before her lesson with Professor Sprout first thing after breakfast the next morning.

It had all been going so well, until the peace and quiet - of which Anne had craved and desperately sought out, leading her to the library - was disturbed by what she could only guess was an argument of some sort.

Dropping her quill, her concentration disturbed, Anne raked her slender fingers through her golden curls and sighed tiredly to herself before muttering:

"Could that not be taken elsewhere? Some of us have to work to be finishing."