Author Topic: The Court of Miracles: A Refuge for Ragamuffins, Gypsies, and Outcasts (Read 53404 times)

Puck · « **on:** November 22, 2009, 02:08:31 am »

Upon stepping through the hidden door in the wall of a mausoleum, you come to realize that yes, The Court of Miracles is not a myth, but very much a reality. It is not the pathetic fantasy created in the mind of a lunatic in hopes of solitude and peace, but it is a physical place where this same lunatic can enjoy unbiased love.

Ahead of you is a long, dark tunnel. If you are true of heart and spirit, you will be accepted with open arms. If we decide we do not appreciate who you are and what you do, you might as well consider yourself a hanged man this very moment. Although, there's no point in turning back. You've most likely already been surrounded.

The Court of Miracles welcomes the citizen who is ostracized. Outsiders band together and form their own legion of beings, deep underground where they are not afraid to be themselves.

Perhaps you are not a distinguished inventor, or courageous explorer. Perhaps these people consider you a broken gear stuck to their boot.

No matter to them. This is The Court of Miracles, where anything can happen.

Come in, if you dare.

Puck · « **Reply #1 on:** November 22, 2009, 02:41:23 am »

We also welcome pirates, who seem to be sadly unpopular around these parts.

Miles (a sailor)Martin · « **Reply #2 on:** December 28, 2009, 05:07:10 am »

Miles (a sailor)Martin glides past the mooring mast as he valves more hydrogen into the envelope and start swearing in Carthaginian as he has to make another approach. Grabbing a leather and brass megaphone " Is there anyone present down there "he calls , "I could use a bit of help tying up." he then pops the speed brakes on his Andrews Dive Bombing Dirigible Anachronism IV and kicks the temporary anchor over the side of the gondolas porthole .

AlandraD · « **Reply #3 on:** December 28, 2009, 06:30:23 pm »

*narrowly avoids being smashed to bits by a falling anchor* WHAT THEWHO!?!
*looks up, frowns, and begins tying down the anchor to a close steambot centurion.*

Thor · « **Reply #4 on:** December 28, 2009, 06:34:58 pm »

*looks around slightly bewildered*

Any room for a norse deity, abandoned before Ragnarok ever had a chance to happen?

It's still coming, you know, Ragnarok. It's just taken a lot longer because our lifespan is longer than that of the people of Midgard. Plus the serpent, Nidhogg, still slumbers. Jormungandr is still chained.

helios · « **Reply #5 on:** December 28, 2009, 11:41:48 pm »

Over here, chum. Us gods oughta stick together.

JingleJoe · « **Reply #6 on:** December 29, 2009, 01:12:26 am »

Ah, Oh yes! Me! I should be welcome here; Reclusive mad scientist shunned by society. So ... who wants to play with voltaic piles

?

helios · « **Reply #7 on:** December 29, 2009, 04:05:34 am »

Ooh! Sounds like fun!

Immortality certainly has it's benefits.

Mina Archer · « **Reply #8 on:** December 29, 2009, 11:12:12 pm »

Mina Archer, Lady, author, deviant and gypsy at your service...!

-Slight bow of the head-

Vagabond GentleMan · « **Reply #9 on:** December 30, 2009, 02:34:30 am »

I've been an outcast for as long as I've been.
Even among other outcasts, I still feel like the weird one, even if they don't agree.

I'm in.

Gren Dragovar · « **Reply #10 on:** December 30, 2009, 02:50:23 am »

Quote from: Vagabond GentleMan on December 30, 2009, 02:34:30 am

I've been an outcast for as long as I've been.
Even among other outcasts, I still feel like the weird one, even if they don't agree.

Kinda funny how many of us there are that feel that way... myself included. Gren, short for Grendel, a misunderstood monster trying to live in the world of men.... I'll be lurking over here in the corner......

SashaGears · « **Reply #11 on:** December 30, 2009, 03:39:23 am »

Demonically mutated treasure hunter here, a Deiga.

pleasure is all mine.

Miles (a sailor)Martin · « **Reply #12 on:** December 30, 2009, 06:10:13 am »

thank you for tying me off, as i was running out of ballast and have been out of fuel for 2 days on the last leg of the crossing from america,says miles. slideing down another rope he the bows and says" might i by you a drink AlandraD " after i finish tying off.
Miles (a sailor)Martin

AlandraD · « **Reply #13 on:** December 30, 2009, 06:28:05 am »

I wont stop yah. *makes sure her shop is all tied down and locked up and locked down* There's a nice place just down here that serves up a pretty swell tonic. Lesser chance of waking up a day later with no coin purse 4 streets down, then some of these places.

JingleJoe · « **Reply #14 on:** December 31, 2009, 03:00:23 am »

Quote from: Gren Dragovar on December 30, 2009, 02:50:23 am

Quote from: Vagabond GentleMan on December 30, 2009, 02:34:30 am
I've been an outcast for as long as I've been.
Even among other outcasts, I still feel like the weird one, even if they don't agree.

Kinda funny how many of us there are that feel that way... myself included. Gren, short for Grendel, a misunderstood monster trying to live in the world of men.... I'll be lurking over here in the corner......

I am just the same as you chaps!
Didn't want to ramble in my initial post so I edited out the part where I basically said:
I didn't ever fit in anywhere, not even with the other oddballs who incidentally all seemed to be really simlar even though they were "alternative" and trying to rebel against conformity and all that $:-\$

Miles (a sailor)Martin · « **Reply #15 on:** January 05, 2010, 04:21:55 pm »

(sorry for being gone so long as i had a bit of RW personal headaches to handle: vehicle fixing,house repair, helping family,getting ready for school)

thank you my dear ,might i introduce myself ,Miles Martin, former submariner, former torpedoboat skipper,currently Captain and owner of the Walker Patent Airship" Areion 33 1/3".
Now I said something about buying you a drink , so, lead on lead on since you have knowledge of this place that i am currently lacking.
justa bit of a misfit myself , named to be a solder so went for a sailor now a flier and part-time merchant escort comander. funny how life gets in the way of the best laid plans.

MWBailey · « **Reply #16 on:** February 21, 2010, 09:38:04 pm »

*Pockets the Black Box, along with his Pocket Device (a former cigarette case), opens his pocket watch and checks teh radiation levels...walks over to the ladder, climbs it, oipens teh trap door...

...and emerges fronm the trap door behind teh throne in teh apparently-empty court.

HAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLOOOOOOO!!!!!!?

? Anybody HOOOOOOOOOOMMEEEEE?

*The echoes bounce around until the stones begin to vibrate and threaten to shift*

Hmp. No answer... I guess I'll help myself to the Claret...

CorneliaCarton · « **Reply #17 on:** February 22, 2010, 12:32:14 pm »

*cringes upon hearing Bailey's yell*
Hello, good sir.
Airship pirate Captain, here. That says it all, really.
I've always been an outcast....

MWBailey · « **Reply #18 on:** February 23, 2010, 10:19:17 pm »

*indicates self*
time-traveller/time-pirate by choice, Timelord/timecop by duress and coercion...

Athanor · « **Reply #19 on:** March 21, 2010, 04:33:33 am »

Brian: "You are all individuals!

Crowd (in chorus): "Yes, we are all individuals!"

Lone voice from rear of crowd: "I'm not!"

- from "Monty Python's Life of Brian."

I was born, on the cusp of Virgo and Leo almost to the minute, in a tiny English village right on the border of Cheshire and Staffordshire, which is also the border between "The North" and "The Midlands", of mixed English and Welsh ancestry with a touch of Romany, to a working-class family with middle-class pretensions; I never "fitted in" at school (with all the emotional trauma that kind of thing entails!), and have spent the rest of my life falling through the cracks between definitions; sceptic/mystic, scientist/artist, an outcast who never fitted in even with other outcasts.

May I enter your Court of Miracles, good people?

Miles (a sailor)Martin · « **Reply #20 on:** March 22, 2010, 04:27:08 am »

Crawling out from behind the divan, Miles says "pardon me, laides&gents bet have any of you seen my kitten ? she seems to have vanished again
Harliquin where are you dear, she is 5 weeks old and wieghs maybe 90 grams now" as he contines to look around the room while checking all of his coat and jacket pockets..... you see a tiny little kitten peeking out of the top of the Dixe Cup hat that Miles is wearing... he continues to search ...

Razorkiss · « **Reply #21 on:** March 29, 2010, 11:03:38 am »

yes hello hello.
my name would be Vera, but most beings only know me as Razorkiss...or Razor.
which ever suits your fancy. *chuckles*
I'm a bit of a Gypsy. Can't really stay in any one place long enough.
i suppose because most women seem to find my presence insulting even though i keep to myself.
*clears throat* er... ya.

Miles (a sailor)Martin · « **Reply #22 on:** March 29, 2010, 06:03:17 pm »

"G'day M'lady,have you seen my kitty?"says Miles,comeing out of a short hallway with a sign saying Powder and Smoking Rooms.

Razorkiss · « **Reply #23 on:** March 30, 2010, 12:32:16 am »

yes... i believe it is on your head. *points to hat*

Miles (a sailor)Martin · « **Reply #24 on:** April 07, 2010, 06:15:40 pm »

why thank you m'lady

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