Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
Happily Ever Afters takes place in Rohandor, a mystical realm on another plane of existence from our own. Here our favorite Disney heroes and villains live in a world all their own; Alive, but far from well. Heroes and heroines fight to keep peace while newly freed villains seek their revenge. Come join us in an epic adventure as the characters you love clash in a struggle that will determine the fate of Rohandor!
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For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 18, 2017 7:19:41 GMT -5
"I thought you might like-" Sally began to say, proud that her guess at this surprise being to Jack's liking was correct. She was interrupted when one thin, bony arm of his swept out, collected her against him, and the Pumpkin King placed a kiss on the top of her head. Sally was breathless by the end. Quite often his touch, or words, or sentiments, or the way he looked at her would leave the ragdoll dizzy and this was one of those times.
Sally pressed one palm against Jack's torso for support, because her knees were a little weak. "Always," she said in answer to his thanks.
Each of the macabre couple were a little more introspective while they collected the burdens they'd formerly cast aside - Jack purposefully, Sally during her trip up the last step. Personally, Sally was meditating on how perfect the moment was and how perfect Jack was, and marveling at her own luck. She placed the bag she'd carried in the doorway to what would be her bedroom, then took the remaining box into the miniature kitchen.
"You can put that on the floor there, please," Sally said, indicating a bit of empty space in the corner beside a rickety, two-person table that stood before a very narrow, tall window that opened onto the alley: two feet of empty space before the brick facade of the next building. Still, some ambient light filtered in from it.
"Why don't we get all of our ingredients ready?" Sally suggested. She pulled from the box she carried a piece of parchment that had the recipe, copied in her hand from Jack's original. Then she wrenched open the box Jack had carried up, revealing that at least the top half layer of contents were kitchen utensils, while perishable foods and cooking components filled the one Sally now placed on that small table.
Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 18, 2017 19:35:04 GMT -5
The pair eventually focused back on the task at hand. Jack picked up the large box and carried it into the kitchen as Sally instructed and bent to sit it on the floor. He paused there, considering the less-than-ideal view of the brick wall. It wasn’t much now, but with some cobweb curtains or a strand of christmas lights, Sally could make it into something. Jack smiled to himself at the thought, thinking again how glad he was that she had chosen this place.
Sally spoke and Jack turned to face her, giving her his full attention once again. He moved back to the box to help her unpack it, the counter easily within reach of his long arms.
Zero floated through the floor and watched this with mild curiosity. If he were a living dog he would have been quite underfoot, but as he was a ghost Jack and Sally just stepped through him now and then. Zero didn’t seem to mind; he wanted to be in the middle of everything.
“I’ve been thinking about furniture.” Sally had few belongings, and most of those were smaller items. She would need shelves and tables and wardrobes, at least. “There are many houses in town where only ghosts live… I’m sure they would let you borrow whatever you needed.” Ghosts, after all, had little use for such things, so long as their dwelling remained sufficiently spooky.
Jack moved to stand beside Sally at the counter and looked over her shoulder at the list of ingredients. “What do you think? Substitute these with more… local flavors?” Baking was a science and as Sally had much more experience with cooking than Jack did, he would follow her lead.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 21, 2017 7:32:19 GMT -5
Sally paused with her hands resting lightly on the contents of the smaller box she was about to unpack. She looked out of the thin window of the kitchen at the nondescript brick wall outside in thought. Jack's suggestion was a very good one. Sally had been so busy worrying about getting things in order to rent the property, and then organizing the materials needed to start her shop that furniture had quite left her mind.
"That's a lovely idea, Jack." Sally looked over her shoulder and flashed him a thoughtful grin. "We'll have to go looking together. Your taste is famously ghoulish, and I'll need advice," she said as a matter of fact. Skellington Manor was what many viewed as the pinnacle of home design, inside and out, in Halloween Town.
She had finished emptying her box while she spoke and now moved back to the counter where the recipe still was. Jack loomed over her shoulder and Sally got the best kind of shiver up her spine. Forcing her mind onto the task at hand, she tapped the list of ingredients with one finger. "I found more than I thought I would, really. Ginger is easy enough to get in Halloween Town.
"Then the vanilla, brown sugar and cinnamon I got at the Candy Man's shop." Sally was quite fond of the monster that made all of Halloween Town's iconic, holiday candy who, himself, was a sentient, human-looking mass of all the different things he created. Even if she didn't think that his tactics on Halloween night were very fair - luring children with paths of candy into a frightful trap to steal their bags and eat their bounties himself.
"After that, though, I think we're going to have to get pretty innovative. Which is where you come in." Sally looked with brows raised in challenge at the Pumpkin King.
Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 22, 2017 15:15:53 GMT -5
Sally liked his idea and suggested they go looking through the haunted houses together. Jack beamed. “It’s a date. I’ll make arrangements with the spirits and let you know when we can drop by.”
Sally went on to explain where she had found a few of the ingredients around Halloween Town. He gave an approving nod at the mention of the Candy Man. It made sense. Candy was a Halloween Town specialty, whereas Cookies and cakes were more a Christmas Town tradition. Jack briefly wondered if the other holidays had candy and cake as well.
She turned her face up to his and Jack laughed. “I hope you got enough sweet stuff for a few batches. This could take some experimentation.” He studied the list of ingredients. “Hmm… I may be able to borrow flour from the Weird Sisters. We can use crow eggs in exchange for chicken eggs… and for the molasses, nutmeg, and cloves, perhaps that is where your potion ingredients come in.” They wouldn’t know how it tasted until they tried it.
Jack bent to pick up the empty box. “I’m going to see what I can find. I’ll be back!” He leaned in, kissed her cheek, and stepped nimbly to the door on his long legs. “Come, Zero!” The ghost dog barked and zipped out of the kitchen.
Roughly thirty minutes later he returned with a full box. Zero arrived first, floating up through the floor and wagging the tail end of his sheet at Sally. Jack went up the stairs and sat the box down where it had been before. He was grinning, almost bursting with excitement. “Sally! The Weird Sisters tell me we should substitute lard for shortening. I’ve brought a bucket of it!”
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 25, 2017 8:02:56 GMT -5
She wondered why, when Jack declared their intent to go furniture shopping a "date," she got timid, excited and anxious altogether. Under different circumstances Sally may have paused to riddle out the reason for each of those emotions, but things kept moving. When Jack pointed out they'd need a fair amount of ingredients for trial batches, she raised her chin, all feigned melodrama. "I am nothing if not prepared."
Sally looked back at him with a grin. Already, though, she could see his skull creased in thought, the shadows of his eye sockets directed intensely at the list of ingredients. She could ask for no better cohort in this experimental baking endeavor. Jack latched onto several substitutions and gave her a few to manage. Before Sally knew it he was whisking toward the door. "Don't be too long!" she called after his coattails.
She paused, then, to smile and shake her head tiredly at the unaccountable depths of Jack's enthusiasm. Sally plucked the list from its place and carried it downstairs with her, to the cellar where her current store for her apothecary lay waiting.
When Jack returned, Sally beamed. "Wonderful!" The smile was made into a puzzled frown at the bucket of lard he brandished. "Do you think we'll need that much?" Her question faltered when she remembered what she'd managed in their time apart, and Sally grinned at Jack again. "I think for molasses I can use Black Birch Syrup. Then, I'm thinking ground Bloodroot instead of nutmeg, and Shriekweed blossoms for the cloves."
One after another, Sally picked up the spoken of substitute and showed him. She was proud of her inventiveness, and hoped that they would work well enough. "I have a few alternatives in mind, though, if these flop."
Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 25, 2017 20:38:15 GMT -5
Sally questioned the amount of lard he’d brought back and Jack blinked down at the bucket, as if truly considering how much they’d need for the first time. He’d been so intent on gathering all the different ingredients he’d completely forgot to consider how much of each item the recipe actually called for. He gave her a somewhat sheepish grin and put the bucket on the counter, out of the way.
Sally showed him her ideas and Jack listened with eager attentiveness. He picked up the jar of bloodroot and lifted it to his nose (or rather, where it would be if he had one) and smelled it. As wonderful as the christmas cookies had been, Jack was excited to try making them with the flavors the people of Halloween Town would be more familiar with. “This sounds like a perfect place to begin!”
Jack began to unpack the rest of the items he had brought. Baking was not completely unheard of in Halloween Town, of course, they just didn’t have much need for cookies. Pumpkins and apples were used in a lot of baking, so Jack had no trouble finding flour and baking powder.
“Oh! I went home for these.” Jack held out three brightly colored bits of metal. One was shaped like a christmas tree, one a star, and the other a bell. “… When I was doing my research, I thought these were decorations. But I saw them at the bakery in Christmas Town. They use these to shape the dough! I think I can bend them into different shapes… perhaps a pumpkin, a ghost, and a bat?”
Zero finally lay down somewhere out of the way, his eyes moving from Jack to Sally and back again as they spoke. After a while he yawned widely and lay his head down.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 27, 2017 9:41:57 GMT -5
Sally couldn't help it. When Jack lifted the bloodroot in a manner of inspection, she frowned. Gnawing on the inside of her cheek and fidgeting with her hands in front of her, she waited, though a hopefulness stayed in the glean of her eye. Jack sniffed the chosen ingredient and his skull split in a grin. Sally's shoulders fell in relief. Her demeanor shifted back toward business-like and content.
Jack pulled out the other elements he'd acquired in his errand run and Sally watched them with appreciation and pride. The ragdoll took stock of their resources, one index finger on her chin, then smiled brightly and faced Jack. "I think we'll have all we need for all sorts of attempts!"
Next the Pumpkin King pulled out odd metal pieces. Sally regarded them, puzzled. She felt like she'd seen them before... Not until Jack explained did she recall where: the bakery they'd visited in Christmas Town. "How clever!" Sally gasped. "Those shapes sound positively terrifying," she nodded at Jack's suggestions.
"Why don't you start on that, and I'll get the other bits prepared? I've found cooking is a lot like potion-crafting. It's always best to get everything you need lined up and in easy reach before you begin." Sally nodded at this wisdom and, referencing the annotated recipe, started compiling the various ingredients and utensils that they'd need.
Several minutes later she gave a satisfied hmph to her arranged work space. "All set. How're you doing?" she looked over to where Jack had been fiddling with the cookie cutters.
Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 27, 2017 21:05:34 GMT -5
Sally liked his idea for the cookie cutters and Jack was glad he’d thought to stop by his house while he was running about town with Zero. Sally went on to suggest that Jack work on the shapes while she prepared all the ingredients.
So the two of them stood together in Sally’s pleasantly dingy and decaying kitchen. The rag doll got got everything organized to her liking while the skeleton used his boney hands to push the Christmas shapes into new spookier designs. The Pumpkin was easiest for him— he’d only stretched out the bell shape and made a little stem. The star became a ghost, which also wasn’t very difficult given it had no corners. By the time Sally turned to him for an update Jack was frowning over the last shape. Turning a Christmas tree into a bat was taking a little bit more effort.
He lifted his round head and held up the shape he was working on for her to see. “All the pointy edges are a bit difficult. Maybe I should try to make a cat instead.”
Zero made a whiney noise, letting them know just how he felt about giving a cat such a great honor.
Jack studied the shape for a moment, turning it this way and that. Then his brows rose as an idea struck him. He gave the metal a few twists and managed to make something that looked like a witch’s hat. He gave Sally an apologetic shrug. “When I’m back home with my tools, I’ll try to make some more.”
That done, Jack turned again to the ingredients Sally had laid out. He pulled a large bowl closer to them and picked up a wooden spoon. While Sally began to add in ingredients, Jack carefully folded them together. Soon they had bowl full of dough that wasn’t exactly the color of gingerbread. It had a more greenish tint to it.
Jack held up the spoon for Sally to try a taste. “What do you think? Did we put in too much Shriek weed?”
(( ooc- I moved them along a bit. let me know if you want anything changed!))
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Sept 28, 2017 9:45:01 GMT -5
She stood there, one arm folded over her narrow torso, the other's elbow propped on it with her hand resting on her collar, and fondly watched Jack tinker.
He explained his trouble and suggested changing his bat design into a cat instead. Sally opened her mouth to encourage this - she'd always been very fond of cats, and was perhaps the only person in Halloween Town who the stray black felines of the village liked. Zero perked up, though, and offered his opinion. Sally chuckled. "Maybe not a cat, then," Sally said, smiling warmly at Zero, who looked quite proud of himself for averting such a disaster.
The tree, which had not quite been turned into a bat, which was nearly changed to a cat, soon glinted in Jack's hands as a witch's hat instead. Sally pressed her lips into a reproachful line and shook her head at his apology. "They're perfect."
While Jack tended to the bowl used for mixing, Sally grabbed ingredients one after the other in the order the recipe prescribed. Measuring and portioning them, she added them to Jack's station and he deftly combined them until they had a large lump of dough the color human children became right after they ate too much candy, and right before they lost too much candy.
Sally pinched a tiny piece of dough that clung onto Jack's spoon and tasted it. She reflected for a moment, then grinned timidly. "I don't know. I don't know what it's supposed to taste like," she laughed. "I think it has a nice flavor, though. Not quite like Christmas Town's but we expected that. What do you think?" Sally pinched another piece and offered it to Jack's skeletal mouth.
"Now we're supposed to flatten it," Sally said, glancing at the recipe, "with... this!" She pulled out a cylindrical object with handles on each end. By brandishing it proudly, though, she caused a mechanism to engage which forced long, rusted spikes to pop out of the cylinder with a metallic shing, revealing that her makeshift rolling pin was actually a kind of re-purposed torture device.
"Whoops." Sally pressed the button and the spikes retracted. "Oh, but we're supposed to flour it and the surface we flatten the dough on." She went about doing this with one hand, using a stretch of counter intentionally left clear of ingredients or utensils just for this purpose.
Post by Jack Skellington on Sept 28, 2017 20:58:16 GMT -5
Sally had Jack’s complete attention as she tried their concoction, his brows raised just slightly. She gave him a somewhat unenthusiastic report and Jack gave a thoughtful little frown as he ate the lump of dough right from her finger. He chewed, brow furrowed with just as much focus as he might dedicate to one of his own Halloween experiments.
“If I recall… the gingerbread men weren’t all that sweet. The sugar came mostly from the icing decorations. We should at least bake them and try the finished product.”
Sally explained that the dough needed to be rolled out. She proudly held out the right tool for the job, complete with spring-loaded torture device. Jack grinned as she delicately retracted the spikes. No matter what came of these cookie experiments, he was happy to be working on something with her. He hoped she would help him with many more as they got closer to Halloween. “That rolling pin is an inspiration. I think we’ll look into haunting more kitchens next year.”
Sally began to spread out the flour and Jack reached into the box. He pulled out a notebook and began to write out their recipe so far and the measurements they had used before they could slip his mind. However, one Sally began to roll out the dough he became distracted by watching. Eventually he leaned down a little so his sharp elbows were resting on the counter top, his chin propped up on his knuckles.
… Except eventually he wasn’t watching her hands, but looking at her face. She had a smudge of flour on her nose. A sideways little grin crossed his skull and his empty eye sockets seemed to smile.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Oct 4, 2017 8:30:42 GMT -5
She rubbed flour into the stretch of counter top, aware of the bits that trickled onto the floor and that she would have to sweep after this. Sally paused to properly coat the rolling pin in flour, too, then had Jack dump the lump of dough onto her work surface. Working with it was... tricky, at first. The dough had a tendency to stick to her rolling pin, or the counter.
Once Sally realized that this was remedied by healthy sprinklings of more flour here and there, things went by more smoothly. She kneaded the dough the exact number of times that the recipe called for, then started to roll it out - avoiding the spike mechanism consciously.
Jack had moved aside at the start of this next phase. Sally glanced curiously his direction at the time, but saw that he was scrawling down the formula for their first attempt. Both of the Gothic pair highly doubted that the cookies would be sufficient with the first try. They had a long afternoon and evening of experimenting ahead of them. Sally's heart beamed at the thought.
Sally didn't realize how focused she was on her task - how her brow was creased and glare determined. With one last stroke of the rolling pin, she stood back to admire the roughly rectangular shape she'd worked the dough into. Ripe for cutting! Sally looked up, then at Jack. "I think we can use your cutters now," she said.
Then she caught the look in his eye and tilted her head. Something about the look in his eye sockets made her feel bashful, and her breath short. "What? Did I do something wrong?" She frowned in thought and double-checked the instructions.
Post by Jack Skellington on Oct 10, 2017 17:05:29 GMT -5
Jack quietly watched Sally as she worked, noting the serious little frown and the confident way her hands moved about her task. He imagined this was how she looked while she was sewing or brewing a potion. The King realized suddenly that he would be content to sit with her and watch her work for hours.
Eventually Sally decided she’d rolled out the dough to the right thickness and told him they were ready for the next step. Only then did she realize he had been studying her so closely. While she scrutinized the recipe, Jack smiled and stood up to his full height again, lifting a skeletal hand to tenderly brush the smudge of flour from her nose.
“Not at all. Everything is…” Jack paused, considering his words. After a moment his expression softened as he came to the answer. “… perfect.”
Jack had never been the type to be still. His mind was always bent toward a project or an experiment. There was always work to be done. Halloween was always only 364 days away, at least, and there were plans to be made. Then the impossible had happened and he’d become bored with Halloween itself, which had almost destroyed him and everything he loved. Getting that spark back had restored him, but… this was different.
What he felt when he was with Sally… even Halloween… even Christmas… had never made him feel so full.
Jack reached for the pumpkin cutter and offered it to her. “Would you care to do the honors?” He said this with dramatic gravity, a playful grin across his skull.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Oct 14, 2017 9:42:02 GMT -5
Jack speaking peeled Sally's attention off of the recipe that she'd been double-checking. She looked up to him, mouth slightly open, then watched him rise to his full height. He reached forward and one skeletal digit brushed across her nose, rubbing away some spare flour with it. Sally blushed ever so slightly, realizing that it must've been somewhat silly to not realize it was there in the first place.
Any mild embarrassment was smoothed immediately away by one word from Jack's mouth: "perfect." Sally's lips plucked up of their own accord at one corner. That, she thought, was the most wonderful and correct way to describe all of this. Perfect. Sally was still so caught up in the contentedness that this filled her heart with that when Jack held out the pumpkin-shaped cookie cutter to her she was a little surprised.
Sally looked from it to Jack's expectant, though still strangely pensive, skull and back. Mischief of the mildest sort ghosted through her eyes while, without looking, one of her hands reached out and held the witch hat-shaped cutter up in answer. "Why don't we do it together?" she asked, voice more tender than it could have been.
In unison, they pushed their cutters into the dough. Wriggling it a little to perfect the edges, they carefully peeled the cut dough off of the counter and placed it on a baking sheet that Sally had carefully greased with soured butter. "These are going to look ghastly, Jack," Sally said happily. They cut out all of the cookies the sheet would allow and Sally handed the tray to Jack to place in the oven.
The ragdoll used that opportunity to grab a broom and sweep up the mess on the floor. With it in one pile, she stopped, leaned the broom against one wall and faced Jack, hands on hips. "Now we wait." Sally strode over to one of the kitchen table's chairs, perched in it and gestured for Jack to take the other. If he did, she would reach out her hands to hold his in hers.
Post by Jack Skellington on Oct 14, 2017 18:45:43 GMT -5
There was a pause after his question where the two of them just stood looking at one another. Jack saw the surprise in Sally’s eyes melt into mischief and in that moment he very much wanted to kiss her. Before he could, however, and without breaking eye contact, Sally held up a different cutter and suggested they work together. “Together it is!”
Jack bent with Sally over the task. At first Jack was dismayed to find that his shapes weren’t coming out very well, but he watched how Sally wiggled the hat-shape back and forth and that technique worked for his pumpkin as well. Soon they had cut out as many as they could and filled up a baking sheet. Sally handed him the baking sheet and Jack slid it carefully into the oven. “If not, we can at least make them more convincing with frosting.” Still, he had to agree with her. The shapes were very recognizable.
While Sally grabbed a broom, Jack grabbed a kitchen timer (shaped, of course, like a jock-o-lantern) and twisted it around for ten minutes. Then he stole another bite of dough from where they had been cutting out shapes.
Sally suggested they wait for this batch to come out and Jack agreed that was probably be best course of action. No use starting a new batch until they had seen the first experiment through. Otherwise they could make the same mistakes, if they discovered any. He followed her to her little table and sat, happy to find that he could sit fairly comfortably there despite his very long legs.
Sally reached out for his hand and he wrapped his long boney hand around her much smaller one. Zero floated over to them and lay down at their feet. “… We aren’t getting much unpacking done, I’m afraid.” He said this with an apologetic tone, tilting his head as he studied her. He had come to help but ended up being a huge distraction instead.
For it is plain as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.
Post by Sally on Oct 18, 2017 8:55:17 GMT -5
Sally crossed her ankles and, when Jack took her offered hand, started to drift into something of a daze. One elbow was on the table and its attached hand was propped under her chin while she regarded the skeleton seated opposite her fondly. That spell of contentment was lifted when the ragdoll noticed Jack's chiseled brow fold in guiltiness.
She looked at him quizzically until he spoke. Sally grinned at him, because feeling poorly about what he did was so wonderful and perfect that it somehow made the moment even more right. Smothering a quiet laugh behind one hand, Sally fixed an earnest stare on Jack. "I much prefer this, though," and she squeezed his spindly palm with her own.
When the timer that Jack had started reached five minutes, Sally reluctantly peeled away from Jack. "Now we have to make our frosting." Standing, the ragdoll moved to her sparsely stocked refrigerator and started to pull out ingredients found there. She instructed Jack to assess the recipe and get out from the boxes they brought up what was necessary.
"Fortunately," Sally said over her shoulder while still rooting through the fridge, "the Candy Man had most of what we needed for this part. Even different dyes to change the color of the frosting to what we'll need!" Standing with her arms full, Sally moved to the table, this time, and deposited them. Finding another bowl, she mixed powdered sugar and butter together, asking Jack to add in vanilla and milk as she did so.
The timer went off and Sally picked up her bowl and spoon, tucking it under one arm so she could move while working. "You get that, I'll do this." She hovered as Jack extricated the cookies, equal measures hopeful and apprehensive about how they had come out.
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Tony Dracon: Responded to your PM, Kat/Ratigan, incidentally.
Jun 27, 2018 20:25:02 GMT -5
David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
Jul 21, 2018 21:00:05 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
Jul 26, 2018 12:34:56 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
Jul 26, 2018 17:07:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
Jul 26, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
Jul 26, 2018 23:17:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
Jul 30, 2018 15:33:15 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
Jul 30, 2018 22:29:38 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
Jul 30, 2018 22:30:13 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
Aug 1, 2018 19:05:32 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
Aug 2, 2018 19:10:23 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
Aug 3, 2018 18:08:47 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
Aug 4, 2018 22:54:36 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
Aug 10, 2018 16:49:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
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Dodger: Happy 2019 everyone
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