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[officiallyqueen]

*Totters into the city on 5-inch, sequined heels.*

*Scrutinises her surroundings with a curious gaze and an open mouth.*

*Wonders where she is and how she got there, contemplates what strange, mystical cosmic forces must have been acting in order to have brought her from beyond the mortal veil to-* *-passes a shop window*

OMG, SPARKLY BAGS!!! :D

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[lomihina]

*regards this upstart trollop with disdain*

[officiallyqueen]

*Assumes you know who she is*
*waves*

Yo, are you like from around here or something because I'm like totally lost, I don't know how I got here so if you could like show me round or sumthin' that'd be way bitchin' but I gotta say, what I've seen of this burgh so far has been tubular to the max! :D

[lomihina]

. . .

I don't know WHO or WHAT you are, but you might want to start speaking a coherent language.

[officiallyqueen]

You don't know who I am? Duh! I'm like totally the Queen. You know? Tar-Vanimeldë? Which way's Armenelos? I think I left my handbag in the palace gardens, it had my address book in it and everything, is that sketchy or what?

[caranthire]

*stalks past on his way to the pub*

[officiallyqueen]

Woah, total Baldwin and three o'clock!

*squeals* Hey there! :D

[caranthire]

*turns and regards you indifferently*

What?

[officiallyqueen]

Hiiiiii! How's it going? Can I just say, that outfit? Totally rad, like woah.

[black_ancalagon]

Heeellooo LUNCH. >:D

[officiallyqueen]

Well hey there good-lookin' Baldwin, what's the story? Classic shades you've got there, fer sure.

[black_ancalagon]

Oh yeah. Eating this one will be doing the world a favor.

Baldwin?

[officiallyqueen]

Yanno, cute guy, looker, hunky dude like the Baldwin brothers before they let themselves go. Which is what you are, like totally. ;D

[_fingolfin]

*ambles by*

*stares*

*decides to send an official complaint to the Valar regarding the creatures they're letting in these days*

[officiallyqueen]

*looks around the population of Tirion with that "kid in a candy store" look on her face.*

So, if like this is Aman, does that mean all you really Baldwin guys are like elves?

[_fingolfin]

((Pardon me; I'm on crack.))

Are you speaking to me? How profane.

*manges to extract 'you' and 'elves?' from that gibberish*

Well, I'm an elf, to be sure. But you may call me 'Your Royal Highness'.

[officiallyqueen]

You're a king? Awesome, I'm a queen, or at least I was a queen, apparently I'm not anymore but that sligthly Joanie-ish chick over there says that it shouldn't mean that I can't go to the ragin' parties, so that's still cool, I mean, what's the point in being royalty if you can't live it up a little, am I right? I mean who wants to do paper work and listen to peasants moaning on and on and on and their petty little problems? You know, people used to like actually ask me to listen to petitions when there were like five seperate store openings happening in Armenelos, I was just like, whatEVER, I have far more important things to do with my time than listen to the poor people whinging, talk to the hand, like totally and besides, they always used to smell bad, I mean, gag me with a spoon. Totally. You know?