CONCRIT POST

Any questions, comments, concerns, complaints, criticism, queries, corealations, quibulations, contusions, lacerations, obsessions, compulsions, tribulations, anything about the way I play Fred, or even how I am myself, go right on ahead and tell me here. Be as subtle or as blunt as you like. Or even just tell me how your day is ( Read more... )

[Some people make snow forts. Or snowballs. Or snow hills. Fred makes snow castles. Well, it's not THAT big, but it's big. Almost house-like. Complete with catapults, a moat and crocodiles (alligators?). Snow crocodiles. Or alligators. Or both. And they are moving. DELICIOUS MAGIC ( Read more... )

[Fred-- or George, perhaps-- is surrounded in various objects of light; lamps, candles, torches, a portable fireplace, strobe lights, a burning wastebasket, etc etc. Naturally, most of them are powered by magic and contain some sort of spell. He is also sipping a bottle of air. 83]Always prepared for situations like these, I am. Can't say the same ( Read more... )

[READING LE NEWSPAPER.] A sock sale would be much more enticing if one actually had to pay for them. Don't suppose you need a pair anyway, George?

[Now pardon him while he pokes the paper with his wand to get the pictures moving. 8|]

[Fred is in the kitchen. He has several teacups in front of him and a bowl, filled with flour (and flowers, to be safe), a clump of salt in the shape of a teaspoon, and mounds of sugar. Currently, he is pouring milk into two teacups aaaand dumping them into the bowl.]

Can't guarantee these will taste exceptionally well- being handmade and all. [ ( Read more... )

No mum to be found then, I see. [May or may not be holding two blue sweaters with a yellow 'F' and 'G' on the front.]

Seems she did leave something behind, George- care to try them on? I do wonder if she remembered our size.

Oi, George! How many relatives have we suddenly acquired, exactly?

[Well. People have gone slightly nutty, but Fred is willing to take full advantage of that. He's just added several types of flowers in vases to the Shop; lilies, daisies, roses, petunias, et cetera, available in singles, bouquets, boutonnieres, whatever. Except, you know, they're magical flowers, along with everything else on display. The shop ( Read more... )

[Fred has decided you all get to hear his song via inanimate objects that he's put a few spells on; whistling teapots, clanking cutlery, scraping chair legs, etc etc. He's even conducting with his wand. Everybody and Jesus knows this song, I'd say.]

Double, double toil and trouble, fire burn, and cauldron bubble, something wicked this way comes!

[There is smoke. Lots of it. So much that you can't see whom is there or what is going on. Be thankful it's only confined to this one room. Fred's (or is it George?) voice is clear and quite casual.]

Not exactly the result I was hoping for, really- doubt Fred survived that one.