Xenia Torviana has found many strange things in her search for secrets, including a certain egg and some ink of a peculiar colour. She believes that she qualifies for the Lounge, and invites you to check the requirements.
After much searching and head scratching, Zolana believes he is eligible to join the Correspondents’ Lounge. He has the prerequisites displayed on his mantelpiece and scrapbook, yet can’t help but think he had something forgotten too…
Finally, and just like her cousin, Kitty Schroedingeris took a look behind the curtains and is now standing in front of the entrance to the Correspndents’ Lounge, with all the knowledge neccesary, as well as with s__ll and s____ch. Please feel invited to check the requirements. She is excited to hear your decision.
Good evening, delicious friends! It’s been a pleasure to be your curator for a few years now, but as my activity in the game dwindles, so does my time to keep this marvelous list up to date. I’ve already added the last names to it, so If any of you wish to take my place -and- have your character take Maxwell’s place as The Grand Inspector, simply create a new thread, copy and paste the rules, and brew yourself a nice tea of irrigo and fond memories - for I was never truly here, and soon, neither shall you.
Here’s to many more years of finding things that do not exist, for a club that is nowhere to be found.
I know that this thing is dead, but I have to brag to someone so here it is: I have the requirement to enter this most exclusive of club! Typically, like Groucho Marx, I would never enter a club that accept me as a member, but since it doesn’t exist, I’ll let it slide. I have some of my achievement on the mantlepiece of Quidam, although Arcanzola de’ Medici will join soon. I even found the…where is it? I swear, I found it you’ll have to trust me. It should be right here…I’m really sorry I can’t find it. I can tell you it was…something. What was I talking about?
I too know this is dead, but I just wanted to say that I will have to admit my calculations were wrong… but I forgot what we were talking about anyway. Which is fine, it’s been too long & I’d like to sleep.