All these milkshakes have given me an itch to bake a cake. I made five - who would like to taste-test?

Five hundred years ago a shortage of water wouldn't have meant much for a day but people like to bathe - good for them, that kind of thing wards off disease! Let me tell you, bringing the plague through most of Europe was hard work, like anything else, but I like to see people cheerful!

Aye, laddies, anyone is welcome to come try my cakes!

[ooc: ~__~ don't.]

That marinara was fine, I think!

Sister, would you like to have dinner with me tonight? All my family's invited, of course!

In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!

Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh",
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh."

Travel enough and you'll still never see anything, even when you have an eternity! I'm just seeking a soft spot to rest my weary feet, sing a song, and write some pretty poetry.

I'll pay a story and a song for anyone willing to pay for a pint! I've returned to the City!

I'm missing a left boot....

....how odd. Barnabas! Did you bury one of my left boots?

I took a paint-by-numbers class, but I thought my art was stifled.

...and in the meantime, I think I missed something.

I'm an uncle!

Again!

Granted I've been one for a few days now. I just thought I'd announce it to the Network.

Has everyone met my newest family member, Aden Walker? Everyone should! As soon as Rosie feels up to hosting people, like that nice Skywalker boy!

Round of beers on me!

Filtered away from Rose :: warded :: cursed

Baby shower next week?

Something feels a touch odd today. Wonder what it is.

Anyway! The Gallery in the Opera House is open for business, 9am to 9pm! I hope people have a chance to stop by, I'd like to see smiling faces!

Filtered against Rose :: warded :: cursed

Don't tell Rosie this, but I think she needs a good baby shower. I suggest next Wednesday - any other suggestions?

Private to the Family :: warded :: cursed

And they're gone. What do you make of that?

To the Family and those of the Dreaming :: Private :: warded :: cursed

The ladies are here.

I have nothing to say to them. I suppose you'll keep my words.

[ooc: All replies are under the main filter]

Rue! Residents of the Opera House! I'm seeking you to set up my gallery, like you said!

I'm coming by with my equipment tomorrow, so let me know where I can set up my gallery! I'll be opening the installment for two months, twenty-four hour access!

Lets all have a drink!

I'm a touch lopsided, I think. One more drink, aye, Lady...are you a lady? Wasn't Mazikeen here just a moment ago?

Nevermind! One more drink, aye?

[ooc: ._. he's not even at Lux]

Who wants a nice, cold, drink, eh? I'll have one with any of you find lasses! Even some of you lads, although I don't see many of those out there!

Arion, lad, tell me how you plan to live with my Rosie!

John Constantine, I see you out there! Come say hello, lad, I won't bite.

Everyone feeling better?

Nothing good happened. That's all you should know.

Door, lass, Charming left to live in the City, so it's just you and me for now! Hope that doesn't bother you, we can get another someone to stay here, if you like. You like dogs?

Time passes; another new year, another turn, another movement closer to the realm. Some things are inevitable, Endless or not.

I need some more watercolors. I can't find mine!

Private; warded; cursed

Rosie. Come stay with me this week, lassie.

It's my masterpiece!

At 3 times the normal volume (yes, even if you try and turn it down)

Here's a story, a little bit gory,
A little bit happy, a little bit sad,
Of Lily the Pink and her medicinal compound,
And how it slowly drove her to the bad.

Meet Ebenezer, thought he was Julius Caesar.
So they put him in a home.
And then they gave him medicinal compound,
And now he's Emporer of Rome.

We'll drink a drink a drink
To Lily the pink the pink the pink
The savior of [the savior of] the human race.
She invented medicinal compound.
Most efficacious in every case.

Meet Johnny Hammer had a t-t-terrible s-s-stammer.
He could b-barely say a word.
So they gave him medicinal compound,
And now he's seen, but never heard.

And Freddie Clinger, the opera singer,
Who could break glasses with his voice they said.
So on his tonsils he rubbed medicinal compound,
And now they break glasses over his head.

And Mr. Frears, who had sticky out ears.
And it made him awful shy.
So they gave him medicinal compound,
And now he's learning how to fly.

And Uncle Paul, he was very small. He
Was the shortest man in town.
So on his body he rubbed medicinal compound,
And now he's six foot, but it's underground.

Lily died and went up to heaven.
Oh, the church bells they did ring.
She took with her medicinal compound.
Hark the herald angels sing.

AYE, ROSIE! WHERE BE YOU, LASSIE?

[ooc: Not!cursed, but singing anyway. Loudly. OFF KEY]

Aye, good to see everything in working order!

I'm back! Rosie, Susie? Are you well?

Siblings?

...something's coming.

Time to move.

I wronged you, Ishtar, baby. I told you getting involved with me was a bad idea.

Even the Endless err.

It had always been the seven of us. Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair and Delirium. Some of us knew that our functions defined us, some were defined by our functions.

But humans....they don't need us to do what they do. They keep on doing it, whether we're around, whether we rule in our realms or not. My siblings didn't see that. They kept on their order, marching along, not seeing what was in front of their eyes.

All we do is define. The universe doesn't need the Endless, even if the Endless need the universe. I may still be the Lord Destruction, and I still may be the reason that humans can destroy and create, but they don't need me to destroy, or create.

That's why I left. Because it couldn't be the seven anymore. It couldn't be about me ever again.

Don't blame me. You make your own destruction, just like you make you own dreams, your own despair, your own desires.

And eventually, you'll make your own destinies and deaths, too.