"Now I'm in my Second Circle..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Well! After coming back from a time away, what better thing to do than a meme? ^_____^

Ask one of my socks a question. He or she will answer you. Whether you'll get a true answer, well, that's a different thing.

So! They are, they are Mister Eddy Drood, Captain N., Bossuet, Miss Zara the snarly, Horatio (Prince Consort ^_~), Mickle, Luther, Duke Conrad, EPIMETHEUS!!!!^_____^!!!, Master Jean Passepartout, Bonadventure Pencroff, Count Sebastian, M. Ragueneau, and--the newest addition--the Devil, who refuses to pin himself down with a name.

Ask away. ^_^

Comments

[eagle-of-words.livejournal.com]

*grins lopsidedly and makes a half bow* You question me! I'm honoured. Well, let me be straightforward, or perhaps not, but you can take a chance, can't you, Mlle.? I don't do a wretched thing for it, and it's likely better that way. I must beg your pardon for such a disappointing answer, however.

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

Awww, Ragueneau. ^______^ Smuggle a couple beneath your bed when she's not around...!

Ooh. So you don't -- you know, oil it in the mornings or -- I'm stupid. XD Here's another one: what is your biggest secret? (this is, of course, a strictly typist question and will not affect RP in any way.)

[recipe-in-rime.livejournal.com]

Eheu, I do my best, but she's got a sharp eye for such things!

[eagle-of-words.livejournal.com]

*cheerfully* 'Fraid not. *may actually be lying...*

Sorry, that's not public record, Mlle.! Try again!

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

Ooh, Ragueneau -- what is your personal favourite, out of all the things you've ever written? And what happened to it...?

Bossuet: ...I thought as much. XD Exactly how tall are you, then?

[eagle-of-words.livejournal.com]

Subject to change, milady. I have several pairs of worn-out boots.

... *charming half-grin of being honest only for a purpose* Six and a bit foot, Mlle.

[recipe-in-rime.livejournal.com]

*happily* It's a striking verse comparing my wife to the sunrise. Of course, I wrote it when I was much younger; and she was, too. She's probably thrown it out or used it to wipe up spills.