19 September 2013 @ 03:18 pm
[It appears the tooth fairy has been replaced by the glove fairy. Jem wakes up to a pair of decent gloves under his pillow.

Nothing has gone right for him since then. With in an hour of being awake he's tripped over the end of his bed and spilled a cup of coffee.

When he switches the video on he's outside his favourite coffee shop, and for a moment, people will catch sight of his silver eyes before getting a very abrupt view of the pavement.]


My apologies.

[Jem fumbles for the communicator and it slides across the pavement away from twice before he is able to pick it up and get a firm grip on it.]

It feels likes invisible feet are tripping me up today. I can't take two steps without tripping over my own feet. It isn't like me at all.

Someone left me a pair of gloves as a present. Would anyone like to own up so I can say thank you?


[Ooc: Jem's been hit by an 'all fingers and thumbs curse'. He will be about around the city, and if your character happens to bump into him, he's contagious!]
 
 
27 August 2013 @ 11:13 am
Dear City,

I have a fiance back home who I love. I am growing to like someone here too and I don't know what to do.

Is it wrong to like this person here, when I won't remember them back home?
 
 
05 July 2013 @ 06:40 pm
It is impossible not to be excited by the prospect of visitors that we know.

[Jem is seated near the fountain and his silver eyes are bright with hope.]

Is there anyone here who has never had a visitor from home, since they've been here?
 
 
21 June 2013 @ 01:07 am
[Jem is sitting cross legged on his bed in the Youth Center. His concerned silver eyes appear on the video.]

People have been released from the jail. Is anyone missing a friend? I hope everyone has made it back to their homes without too much injury.

Everyone should remain wary of any retribution for what we've done. The deities will not let this slight against them go unchecked.
 
 
25 May 2013 @ 10:03 pm
[Jem appears on the network at sunset. He's in his room with his face turned towards the window. There is a smile on his face. He had originally been going to ask a question. What comes out instead is song and it's sung in Chinese, rather than English.]

At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, my friends are half scattered there.
A ladle of unstrained wine ends the rest of my merriment, after tonight parting I wait for a chilly dream.
Beside the ancient path by the farewell pavillion, the bluish green of beautiful grasses´╗┐ stretches far into the sky.
Evening breezes sweep willow branches, broken tunes from bambo flute, sunset behind the silhouette of mountains.


[He bites his lip as it ends. With an effort he switches back to English.]

I am sorry, that was unintended. I was thinking of my friends at home. It sounds better played.

[Jem picks up his violin and with ease plays out the simple, sad melody.]