New Whoever's-online-now-thread

[Sydney]

SCHUMACHER IN DRAG!!!!!!

[kayte]

*Slams head repeatedly on desk* I HATE my French class. I have to make a stupid pop-up book. And I'm definately craft-challenged. And French-challenged. GAH!

[Sydney]

Italian is pretty demanding...-_- Spanish is kinda easy though. I'm not even gonna TOUCH French.

[Vianne Giry]

Had French forced on me for eight years by the public school system. I can sort of read and get the basic gist of spoken French, but can't form a written or spoken sentance to save my life. Same goes for 3 years of highschool Spanish and one year of uni Italian.

[kayte]

I can't really speak anything but English. I can understand a little bit of Spanish, but the 10 years of Spanish classes were basically just talking about holidays over and over and over and over. French...sucks. I miss my teacher from last year- he went at a good pace and he was really cool. The teacher this year goes wayyyyyyyyy too fast, and assigns a ton of homework and stuff. So I'm basically language-challenged...but I don't really care...I can do my own kind of sign language well enough to get bye ;D.

[Sir Percy]

I got through Paris for 48 hours with my really bad six years of French. Now it's onto Latin...which I actually have to be FLUENT in at the end of my undergrad in order to get both my BA and my BS.

Bits of Japanese come from my manga and anime...and I blame the Russian swear words and Italian mumbo jumbo on my best friend and my mother, respectively.

[Vianne Giry]

I know some filthy words in Dutch. Also a little ditty about cow poop. And a nursery rhyme that involves tickling and is about vermin infestations and it's supposed to be cute.
*shakes head* Oh those wacky Dutch folk. MAH PEEPULL! *hugs Holland*

[Sir Percy]

*giggles* This is sort of like that Irish fairy tale where the woman became so incensed that she cut off her lover's head and buried it in the backyard.

I always did like that fairytale. I was also especially fond of:

Lizzie Borden took an axe,
gave her mother forty whacks,
and when she saw what she had done,
she gave her father forty-one.

I liked that thing so much I went and read Fatal Poison: The Lives of Female Serial Killers.

God, you married a messed up, messed up man.

[Vianne Giry]

*shrugs* Could've gone farther and fared worse. He's hot, anyhow.

[Sir Percy]

True! The only problem is...he'll leave you every few months to save people from a chopping block.

It's nothing personal though. And hey, he married a very fierce woman who will whack him in the kneecaps if he gets out of line.

[Vianne Giry]

Where did I put my stick...?

[Sir Percy]

I think Sir Andrew may have done his childhood companion a service and hid it from you.

You'll probably get it back after the wedding.

[Vianne Giry]

Nuts.

And Margot carried a stick, too. Only hers was probably prettier with all the ribbons and sh*t. Giry's stick is more...bad ass.

[Indiana]

How can a stick not be badass? Stick are by their very nature hardcore.

[Vianne Giry]

I always had a stick when I played urchin growing up. When I wrote a novel about urchins, they all had sticks. And they hit each other with them and had a grand old time in the manner of a dark Mary-Poppins kind of way.

...
*chants*
I will not make Mary Poppins...I will not make Mary Poppins...I will not make Mary Poppins...

...at least...not until the Sues start giving the Opera more sproggets to deal with on a regular basis. I mean--Nanny!Erik is not something we want to see happening.