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When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.
Chinese Proverb

We all have the extraordinary coded within us, waiting to be released.
Jean Houston

Just to be is a blessing. Just to live is holy.
Rabbi Abraham Heschel

And remember, no matter where you go, there you are.
Earl Mac Rauch, from "Buckaroo Banzai"

What if this weren't a hypothetical question?
Unknown

I've given my characters a healthy dose of Veritaserum and now they have to tell the truth. What does this mean for you? Ask my characters questions about anything and everything and they will truthfully answer it. So, go ahead and ask what you want. He can't beat around the bush with half-truths.

Over in biggest brother Anraí's journal, you will find a series of drabbles commemorating a very special moment for the MacEibhir family. Enjoy!

I have a meme over here open to anyone who has roleplayed with Tadhg or any of my other characters. Feel free to answer as many or as few of the questions as appeals to you. And if you haven't RP'd with me but would like too, let me know!

One song, hm?


Drought - Vienna Teng

Rather an odd song to be listening to on one's birthday, isn't it?

I've been listening to it off and on for weeks, now. I couldn't say why, for certain, but I was listening to it earlier today when I felt four familiar people cross my wards and walk up to my home in Santa Barbara. My two older brothers, Anraí and Rory ... I'd been expecting them ever since Anraí called a few weeks ago with a determined note in his voice. But my father and my younger sister Caitlín ... I hadn't realized they'd come as well. But when I opened the door, I wasn't surprised to see a cake box in Cait's hands. If Mohammed wouldn't come to the birthday celebration, apparently the birthday celebration would come to Mohammed. Not that my birthday was the only reason for the get-together.

Rory and I have worried the entire family it seems. Ever since ... ever since last August. And now the family is determined to do something about it.

I hope they can. I'm terrified they can't.

OOC: Well and well. How anal was I about this prompt? So anal that I drew names out of a bowl to ensure the randomness of the resulting list. :D Thankfully this is a list and not a seating chart, or things would get very ugly very quickly.

THE LIST
1. Robin Goodfellow (ifwebefriends)
2. Chantal Weller (so_well_read)
3. The Doctor (no, not that Doctor. Jeroen Thorndike, aka globalshaman)
4. Princess Nuala (cailisairgid)
5. Zippy Levine (zippyknowsbest)
6. Valentine Varner (vavarner)
7. Tadhg MacEibhir (gifted_hands)
8. Rory MacEibhir (fey_fire)
9. Pippa Kerr (sand_andwater)
10. Peter Webster (half_whole_pw)

( Click for the insanity ... )

THE RULES:
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I'll respond by asking you five personal questions about your character/muse so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your LJ with the completely honest answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.

( Zippy's Questions )

If you could force me to write anything, what would it be?

Tadhg's curiosity pricks at him as he gathers the sketch pad and pencils needed for his next and quite unexpected task. Pippa had called him the day before yesterday and asked if he could stop by his brother's apartment the Monday after their family celebration of Rory's birthday. He'd felt a brief stab of worry that it might have something to do with her injuries, but she'd explained in her soft, proper manner that she was thinking of getting a tattoo. Could he come over so they could discuss the details?

Certainly he can, and so he does.

On his journey to Woodside, Tadhg wonders yet again if Rory knows of Pippa's plan or if she intends the tattoo as a surprise. Certainly bigger brother gave no indication at the party, instead fielding a series of questions about his band's impending first CD release that were by turns excited, concerned and curious. Tadhg didn't bring the subject up himself. Tattoos are an intensely personal matter, and the etiquette that goes with them is equally personal. Pippa is past the age of consent, therefore whatever ink she decides to get stays her own business until she chooses to make it someone else's.

After a careful check, he returns to the daylight world in the stairwell on Rory's floor. He could have just entered the apartment itself, but etiquette also surrounds his use of the powers. When dealing with humans like Pippa, abide by human rules of courtesy as much as possible, which includes use of the front door. He knocks and waits patiently, idly tapping one sneaker-clad set of toes.

You Are a Dreaming Soul

Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all... But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you. Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses. Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others. Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life. Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul

So, no surprises there then. And I do love the picture. ;)

(OOC: Takes place after this post. WARNING: Graphic violence and nasty behind link.)


Tadhg stared at the CD in his brother's hand. "It has the same note?"

Rory nodded, the tension in his neck making the motion jerk slightly. "Gift-wrapped like the other, with a card from 'your newest fan.' Though this one also said, 'Hope you like the results.' Someone delivered it to Incidental before the show, but I didn't get it until closing."

( One more clue ... cut for length and auditory ewwww )

I would tell you, for reals, but um...I can't.

How ... mysterious.

Tadhg stared at his cell phone, running his recent conversation with his niece, Jansen over in his mind. Non-conversation, really, the teenager told him she had information he'd be interested in, but he'd have to call her father or mother to get it.

What could be happening with Anraí and Laine? Nothing bad, surely. Jansen had sounded excited, not upset as she talked to him. Oh call...please. I'm bored and this will be fun.

All right then. Tadhg flipped open his phone and selected the number from his contacts. Sitting back in his armchair, he listened to the rings and waited.

(bendy-timed to May 3rd, continues from this phone conversation.)

There. Ready. Well, more or less.

Tadhg had reduced the clutter in his living room and studio to a level that could pass for relaxed and artsy, instead of just chaotic. A plate of jam shorties waited on the dining table for the tea his soon-to-arrive guest had said she'd bring along. A portfolio of past designs, a sketchbook and an array of colored pencils sat nearby.

All this with ten minutes to spare. Not bad, really.

One last circuit of his workroom and check of his wards ensured that he was ready for his visitor in mystical as well as mundane terms. Rian Baxter. Writer, and more to the point for the afternoon's plans, witch. A witch with a very interesting background as such, according to his father, though Da had given him few details beyond that. He supposed he'd see for himself shortly.

The púca sprawled his six-foot frame into a comfortable armchair in the living room and settled himself to wait. Diúc immediately plopped his sizeable self in front of the chair in his favorite scratching position, panting happily. Chuckling softly, Tadhg extricated his foot out from under the wolfhound's hindquarters and obliged him.

A car pulled up outside. Diúc's head turned toward the front door at the same moment that Tadhg felt his wards alert him. His guest had arrived.