Is it not most often so, when we follow the Eagles?

[sovay]

I'm not dead; I'm just not sleeping, which has rather the same effect on my conversation.

But I got a postcard in the mail from the porta dextra of Eboracum, so things could be worse.

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[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

I thought the lack of sleep might have cropped up again. It's why I didn't call earlier. I hate inflicting the phone on people at the best of times, never mind the soggier of times, and I had a feeling.

*hugs*

Someone studying there, or have you gotten really good at a bunch of disciplines ending in --mancy?

[sovay]

I hate inflicting the phone on people at the best of times, never mind the soggier of times, and I had a feeling.

You do know that you can call at all hours, even middle-of-the-day, normal-people times, and I will always be there? I had thought that was obvious. I'm at home to you.

*hugs*

Someone studying there, or have you gotten really good at a bunch of disciplines ending in --mancy?

Oh, I wish. No, a visiting friend who thought of me; I was flattered.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

...but it's the telephone. *shudders*

*egregious hugs*

Am a tiny bit sad that it wasn't, like, a repurposed curse tablet you got in the post. "Having a great time; wish you had seen where I set down my cloak, because you wouldn't believe how hard it is to get a new one in these quaint colonies..."

[sovay]

...but it's the telephone. *shudders*

I have about three people I'll willingly talk to on the phone. You're one of them. Exploit it while supplies last.

"Having a great time; wish you had seen where I set down my cloak, because you wouldn't believe how hard it is to get a new one in these quaint colonies..."

Okay, you can write the poem whose narrator is a Roman city!

(Do you want a curse tablet? I can do you those.)

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

If it turns out intelligence is correct, you may do me about six curse tablets all directed to the paterfamilias of the undersigned.

S.

[sovay]

If it turns out intelligence is correct, you may do me about six curse tablets all directed to the paterfamilias of the undersigned.

Check.

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

Sadly, I know not Enough about your pater
To carve you a curse Enclose it in lead:
Dread defixio Dooming him to pains,
Ill-luck in his love life, And loosing money,
hair, and health; and possibly heart-attacks.

Instead, I will scribe Again the story
of the vast Castra : How it viewed calamities,
changes in roads And river-channels,
And in tongues of the townsmen, And in its towers:
"One is left to me: western tower-ward,
Rebuilt by Britains, Barbarians and Normans.
(The monastery by it, Murdered by the king,
now it mews a museum. All things are mutable).
My gates are gone Save that whose way goes
to cross the pennines. Where the cannabae stood,
Constantine made a colony, To remember his conquests
Ramparts he built there. The ruins survived,
when next came the Norsemen. They knew about towns!
Built they a new burg Beside the Ouse-bank,
Where the Fosse flowed in, To furnish a harbor.
A new bridge built they (The stone one was broken),
And so made a mainstreet To Micklegate Bar.
To the banks of the Fosse They extended my fortress-wall,
Left by the Legions, For many long years.
No folk dwelled there, When this land was Deira
Save monks at their Minster, Now mighty and great.
But strems silt up, And ships grew greater,
And left was I lonely Unloved by merchants.
An Industrial Age, changed that in an instant:
The Fosse was re-dyked, Far from the walls,
I became Rail-town, Ruling the raillines.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

I don't know you, but I love you.

(No worries, I'm gay.)

[sovay]

(The monastery by it, Murdered by the king,
now it mews a museum. All things are mutable).

You definitely win this thread.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Excellent. Very nicely done!