Well, on the Disc I know exactly. 143 years. But who knows how time is kept here, even though we're surrounded by clocks. So I cheated a little and left it vague.
Ah. Wizards. Say no more.
I think what happens to the things left behind is the same that happens to things whenever you leave them behind: someone else either takes them up, or they fall into disuse and disrepair. For you, it becomes something to talk sadly about when you're drinking with your mates. (Insert alternatively appropriate equivalent here.) Like the Girl I Left Behind but far more materialistic. My advice is to not think about it, since there's nothing to be done about it anyways.
Coffee also smells better. A vampire whose clothes smell of vinegar and brine is no one's friend.
&, I would be very careful about wishing for an oven with which to bake raisin buns. Skipping ahead to the final product might be advisable in this case, as there's less of a chance of being crushed to death by a sudden raisin bun.
M as in Maladict, surname/titles too long for you to bother with. Call me Mal.
[--And then she realises, after it's been written, that she left off the 'a' by sheer error. Oh well. Sansa Stark will neither know nor care. Moving on:]
'Disc' as in, an abbreviation. An abbreviation of, the Discworld. Which is aptly named as it's a world shaped like a disc. Borne through space by the Great A'Tuin, on whom are balanced the 4 elephants whose names I have actually forgotten which is a feat I can tell you since I don't actually forget very much. So now you know a bit more.
Rank is Lance-Corporal. Still 'Vampire' though. You had that bit right.
I don't know any wizards but I know of wizards and would very much like to keep the relationship that way as it's easier.
Very wise revision of the raisin bun. You might think of them safely sitting upon plates and tables so you don't trip over them either but you could be at the small details all day and where would the fun be then.
The appearing abandoned shop is an interesting idea though. Maybe you ought to try it. I could do with a second more permanent option of coffee shop. I've found a few others but mostly it's the same old one(s).
There's a song about the Girl Left Behind. Or really, many songs. And there are worse things to be really. Chin up.
Possibly too long to bother with, but if you don't mind sharing them, I truly would like to hear. It may sound strange, and maybe it is strange, but I find titles and names from other places very interesting.
~~::Robert Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm::~~
^is it longer than that, Mal? Is it Maladict Lance-Corporal, or the do I have it backwards?
I like Maladict, too. It's commanding, but in a way I can't find the words for. (When I do, I'll tell let you know if you like.)
Elephants, truly? I once knew a wolf who came from a world where each realm was a tree, so I can't see how a disc would be any stranger, but flying elephants is...
...well, they must be so tired. And hungry. Maybe not bored, as they have each other for company. I hope they get along well enough that they don't always argue.
Most of the wizards I've known were quite kind, and very funny, but I don't remember what world they came from.
I'm going to try, but I'll concentrate on the machines being less temperamental than they were. And maybe a resident pet, if I borrow the model of Lux. A calm, friendly resident pet. But not an elephant.
My chin is much higher than it used to be, but not so high that I'll tip backwards.
Lance-Corporal Maladict. Military titles typically go before the name but they don't always. The rest of my names and titles and things would go on for the equivalent of pages. Not only too long to bother with but I'm afraid, despite the glut of clocks around us, we just don't have the time.
But if you're truly interested I can tell them to you a few at a time. And then you can tell me the words for commanding/my name in exchange. Why wasn't Robert Baratheon king of the second men as well?
I'm trying to imagine a wolf in a tree. It's a difficult mental image to frame. And I think the elephant arguments are our earthquakes. I was never particularly interested in aesterogeographics much to the dismay of tutors. Really it's the Great A'Tuin who would get tired. It's the one doing all the swimming through space. The elephants just have to support the weight of the Disc. Cumbersome but sedentary work.
If your wizard mates were kind and funny then I can guarantee you they weren't from the Disc. Lucky girl.
Elephants are fairly calm. Perhaps you could imagine a very small elephant.
Very clever on the not tipping backwards. Maintain a good balance, Sansa Stark, and you'll go very far. And be able to see where you're going.
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Funny both, I think? Wizards owned it, something about spells and saucers and some other thing I've forgotten completely.
What do you think happens to the things one leaves behind when one comes here? To World of Clock.
What a fascinating thing to be able to do. You chose coffee. That seems more straightforward than pickling vegetables.
Now you've done it. I want to bake raisin buns. I don't even have an oven.
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Ah. Wizards. Say no more.
I think what happens to the things left behind is the same that happens to things whenever you leave them behind: someone else either takes them up, or they fall into disuse and disrepair. For you, it becomes something to talk sadly about when you're drinking with your mates. (Insert alternatively appropriate equivalent here.) Like the Girl I Left Behind but far more materialistic. My advice is to not think about it, since there's nothing to be done about it anyways.
Coffee also smells better. A vampire whose clothes smell of vinegar and brine is no one's friend.
&, I would be very careful about wishing for an oven with which to bake raisin buns. Skipping ahead to the final product might be advisable in this case, as there's less of a chance of being crushed to death by a sudden raisin bun.
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Or is 'the Disc' a ship?
M the Mysterious, Vampire Captain of The Disc?
Do you know many wizards? Or was that an actual say no more in the literal sense? I'm thinking not, but it's safer to ask than to risk offense.
Coffee smells lovely! I must confess, I like the smell of it better than the taste. Is that terrible?
I had not thought of that! I shall restrict my thinking to small, warm, harmless and stationary raisin buns.
I wonder if I think too long on abandoned shops if they'll turn up here in one form or another. And probably full of clocks.
I've already left everyone behind, I'm afraid. Or the other way around. That is me: The Girl They Left Behind, even if they didn't mean to.
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[--And then she realises, after it's been written, that she left off the 'a' by sheer error. Oh well. Sansa Stark will neither know nor care. Moving on:]
'Disc' as in, an abbreviation. An abbreviation of, the Discworld. Which is aptly named as it's a world shaped like a disc. Borne through space by the Great A'Tuin, on whom are balanced the 4 elephants whose names I have actually forgotten which is a feat I can tell you since I don't actually forget very much. So now you know a bit more.
Rank is Lance-Corporal. Still 'Vampire' though. You had that bit right.
I don't know any wizards but I know of wizards and would very much like to keep the relationship that way as it's easier.
Very wise revision of the raisin bun. You might think of them safely sitting upon plates and tables so you don't trip over them either but you could be at the small details all day and where would the fun be then.
The appearing abandoned shop is an interesting idea though. Maybe you ought to try it. I could do with a second more permanent option of coffee shop. I've found a few others but mostly it's the same old one(s).
There's a song about the Girl Left Behind. Or really, many songs. And there are worse things to be really. Chin up.
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~~::Robert Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm::~~
^is it longer than that, Mal? Is it Maladict Lance-Corporal, or the do I have it backwards?
I like Maladict, too. It's commanding, but in a way I can't find the words for. (When I do, I'll tell let you know if you like.)
Elephants, truly? I once knew a wolf who came from a world where each realm was a tree, so I can't see how a disc would be any stranger, but flying elephants is...
...well, they must be so tired. And hungry. Maybe not bored, as they have each other for company. I hope they get along well enough that they don't always argue.
Most of the wizards I've known were quite kind, and very funny, but I don't remember what world they came from.
I'm going to try, but I'll concentrate on the machines being less temperamental than they were. And maybe a resident pet, if I borrow the model of Lux. A calm, friendly resident pet. But not an elephant.
My chin is much higher than it used to be, but not so high that I'll tip backwards.
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But if you're truly interested I can tell them to you a few at a time. And then you can tell me the words for commanding/my name in exchange. Why wasn't Robert Baratheon king of the second men as well?
I'm trying to imagine a wolf in a tree. It's a difficult mental image to frame. And I think the elephant arguments are our earthquakes. I was never particularly interested in aesterogeographics much to the dismay of tutors. Really it's the Great A'Tuin who would get tired. It's the one doing all the swimming through space. The elephants just have to support the weight of the Disc. Cumbersome but sedentary work.
If your wizard mates were kind and funny then I can guarantee you they weren't from the Disc. Lucky girl.
Elephants are fairly calm. Perhaps you could imagine a very small elephant.
Very clever on the not tipping backwards. Maintain a good balance, Sansa Stark, and you'll go very far. And be able to see where you're going.