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Having Fun! / Re: if Alix was born in 1972 ...
« on: December 16, 2011, 03:52:08 AM »
The children would have been allowed nowhere near any of those lovely subway/underground systems Russia has while alone.  (ignoring the fact that the Soviets put them there and assuming they are still that nice in this odd warped version of 1972 :D)  Also the activities that GD Olga would want to take her nieces to do would probably be changed a bit - but I think we can agree Alix still wouldn't have approved of them!

Servants, Friends and Retainers / Re: Nannies of OTMAA
« on: May 28, 2011, 12:28:20 AM »
Another possibility for why Eagar left might go with the Russo-Japanese war. That was going on at the time she left 1904-5 and correct me if I'm missing something here or if someone's already said this - it's 1:30 in the morning so :D - but the British sided with the Japanese in said war didn't they? I was quite sure they did and because she was Irish/English that would have become a very tense political situation.. to have someone working for you and taking care of your children that is Irish and thus part of the UK. Obviously they still had the English tutor Gibbes, but - my speculation here - you can't not have your children learn English and his time with them from the schedule listed of number of classes a month (Based on Marie's expense chart from the main Time Machine site) - is much less than the amount of time a governess/nurse would have spent with them - so they didn't much have to worry about Gibbes rubbing off "wrong" political ideals on their children.. a nurse however - maybe. Because she'd be with them so much.

Servants, Friends and Retainers / Re: Jim Hercules
« on: February 20, 2011, 09:40:27 AM »
Does anyone happen to know if Hercules learned Russian in his time at court? thanks!

Palaces in St. Petersburg / Re: Anichkov Palace
« on: November 12, 2010, 09:20:50 AM »
Anichkov is such a beautiful palace!

On a less trivial note, does anyone know where guests would have stayed while at Anichkov? Was there a difference between where, for instance, family might have stayed vs. where more diplomatic visitors would have stayed.

Alexandra Feodorovna / What's Alexandra's Typical Day Like?
« on: November 09, 2010, 01:36:31 PM »
My apologies if there's already a topic about this.. I haven't found anything on a search.

There's a topic in Nicholas's discussion Topic  about his typical day - so I was wondering what we know about Alexandra's typical day. Would it be possible to construct a timeline of what she does hour to hour on just a typical day (assuming before the war and her duties as a nurse).

Tsarevich Alexei Nicholaievich / Blood Type?
« on: September 05, 2010, 01:41:57 AM »
Does anyone know what blood type Alexei had or if it was possible to find out from all the DNA testing they did? :) thanks.

This will seem an incredibly random topic/thought, but I'm working on a Romanov novel project and it has come up in my outline, so I thought I'd ask.
I'm wondering if Maria Feodorovna ever learned to ride horseback - either any sources/books anything that anyone has read or simply your opinions on whether and what she would have learned :) Thanks!

Having Fun! / Re: which otma would you play?
« on: June 19, 2010, 10:54:16 AM »
I would probably play Alexei best.. but seeing as I'm a girl XDD Maybe not.

Out of OTMA I think I could play any of them. I've been involved in theatre classes for about ten years and one of the things we learned in my classes was how important it is to be able to play various kinds of personalities/characters so you don't wind up locking yourself out of potential roles. So I could probably give a decent performance for any of them with a little time to prepare/research, but if I had to pick just one that I'd probably have the most fun with... either Tatiana because I have personality like hers or Anastasia because whenever I'm onstage I like to make everything I do "big" and she has the kind of personality where you could really have a ball with her character :)

Having Fun! / Re: IF Anwering Machine Messages
« on: June 15, 2010, 10:32:48 PM »
на русском языке, пожалуйста, нажмите 1.
Pour français, appuyez 2, s'il vous plait.
For English, please press 3.
Für Deutsch - Hau ab, Willy!

XD LOL! That's -extremely- amusing and how patriotic! The perfect war time message for the Romanovs' answering machine.

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov Fiction
« on: June 09, 2010, 05:42:27 PM »
Scrawled on one of the walls was a number of graffitied pictures that made Kolya ill. Pictures of the dead starets Rasputin and the Empress Alexandra in pornographic positions, slurs and insults towards his friend's family and something in German.

Belsatzar ward in selbiger Nacht Von seinen Kuechter umgebracht he squinted at the words for they meant nothing to him. Kolya had never learned any German and he doubted that he ever would. He looked at the blood again and his head began to spin as he ran back through the first door and back out the double closing ones into the alcove and up the stairs, "PAPA!!! PAPA! PAPA!" He shrieked as he ran, wanting his father more than anything. It was more than any young boy should need to take in. The sound of his cries carried through the house in a horrifying, shocking way. It was not the kind of cry one gave when they were joyous, but the kind to strike terror into someone's heart. He saw his father a little ways down the hall when he got out of the alcove and his stomach continued to churn as he cried. He fell to the floor at the two men's feet and feeling suddenly hot and cold and hot and cold he let out a cry.

 "My Leskela is dead!!! The cellar! Belsatzar ward in selbiger Nacht Von seinen Kuechter umgebracht!!!" He shrieked repeating the German words he had found scrawled on the wall as best as he could.

"I want him!!! I want him!! I want my Alyosha!!! My Leskela!! Why did they hurt him?!" Was all he would scream over and over again and his stomch churned even more and suddenly he began to gag, all in his mind was the blood that he had seen on the walls and how it had smelled mixed with the gunpowder residue still hanging in the air and he grasped his stomach, rolling into the floor with his legs drawn up like someone who's ingested poison as he retched up what he had eaten for breakfast, still sobbing with everything he had in him, tears still coming down his face as his shoulders and stomach heaved.

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov Fiction
« on: June 09, 2010, 05:42:07 PM »
So, this is a little snippet of one of the chapters of the fic I’m working on as promised. Not sure if all the tiny details are absolutely perfect but I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. You might want to grab some Kleenex before reading.


Less than fifteen minutes later, when the trio came into the street in front of Ipatiev house, they noticed something different. There were no guards standing in the street. In fact, the house looked empty in that somewhat forelorn way that houses look when everyone inside seems to have gone away and left them. Kolya reached quietly for his father's hand and M. Gilliard's hand with each of his as he came to the middle of their small group as though he felt better there. Very occasionally he had been allowed to share lessons with Alexei if his father's work at the palace that day also corresponded with Alexei's lessons time and so he felt familiar enough with the teacher and quite liked him. Sometimes he arranged fun activities and often outings that Kolya was occasionally invited to go along on so he found himself glad that the two grown up men were with him. He supposed at twelve he should be a little more brave, but he was inherently aware that the Russia he had always known was changing... and that was a very scary thought.

What of a world where there was no more Tsar? It was as foreign to the boy as the idea of being shot to the moon inside a hollowed out cannon ball like in Mr. Verne's books...

Quietly they ascended the stairs to the front of the house and it was Gilliard who gave a sharp rap on the door and when he went to do so the door swung of its own accord revealing the main hallway of the house leading to the five small rooms the family and their servants had shared. The hallway was dark and as dusty as ever it had been, but there were things all over the floor. It looked like a burglar had come and rifled through everything in the house before leaving. There were papers and journals strung about on the floor, clothing items, even ripped up bed sheets and pillow cases. Kolya looked around with wide eyes. "Where are they? Leskela and all of the others?" He whispered in fear and astonishment, for it was obvious that no one was here.

Gilliard shook his head, "I don't know... but the whole guard is gone too." He said quietly.

Kolya slipped quietly away from the two men who were examining everything that had been thrown out of place and quietly moved about the entrance hall. He was beginning to have a very bad feeling about this. If the Imperial family had been set free or been moved, they would have heard something. Did that mean..... He had heard Gilliard and his father talk about it very late when they believed he was asleep- what would happen if that man named Lenin who was now in charge decided that it was too much bother supplying guards to the Romanovs. He walked quietly down the hallway, catching sight of a lone piece of paper which fluttered in the slight breeze from outside. It was going to be a warm day, uncomfortably so, he realized. Quietly he moved across the room and picked up the paper and turned it over. His heart skipped a beat when he realized that it was Alyosha's handwriting and it was addressed to him. He turned it over and realized that there wasn't much written, it had been left half finished. He and Alyosha had been allowed to exchange letters sometimes through the guards, * though he had the feeling they were always read before they were passed on, which annoyed him. Had the guards heard nothing of privacy?

His eyes burned with tears as he saw the greeting on the letter. I hug you warmly my friend - the letter read. Kolya's cheeks felt wet with his tears. I hug you warmly too, my friend and my Tsesarevich... In all the new and so-called 'Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic' is there no room for my Leskela? He thought to himself. His throat had become blocked so hard that it hurt and it felt as though he had swallowed an apple whole and only just now realized that it was lodged in his throat. He felt strangely as though he wasn't able to breathe too. He staggered to his feet and quickly folded the letter putting it into his pocket and hurried down the hall, not even sure where he was going. He located an alcove which, he realized, led to a half-cellar room down a set of stairs.

It was dark, but he had a flashlight in his pocket, which he pulled out and used to light his way down the steps and into the fairly small space.

The sight was like something from his nightmares after he had been listening to something scary on the radio but ten times or a hundred times worse. The wall immediately across from him was painted in a paint that looked suspiciously like dried human blood. It went perhaps ten or so feet up the wall almost to the ceiling, blooming like blood spread through water into wider and wider arcs. It had been spattered over the wall like it had come spurting out of arteries or had been blown up. It covered the entirety of the back wall of the room and much of the side walls and even the coal bin was drenched in the stuff. The smell of blood and of gunpowder still lingered in the air, with the blood now being stronger. It invaded his nose like a hostile creature and caused his eyes to tear even more. The wall amongst the blood was ripped open in large gouges and gashes with the papering torn away. Kolya realized that these tears were caused by a myriad number of bullets which had embedded themselves into wall, floor and furniture. There were two chairs overturned and one of those had blood on it too. It ran across the floor spreading out like an oil slick and when he lifted his shoes there was blood flaking off on the soles. He had never seen so much blood in all of his life and that was even being a doctor's son. There was coal dust spread all over the room, especially streaked across the floor and over an item of furniture that, as covered in blood and grime as it was, Kolya identified as a couch, which had been oddly turned to the wall as though someone had pushed it out into the middle of the room for no reason and then just left it there. Footprints that looked like those left in snow by the grand duchesses shoes marred the paint coating of blood on the floor. It could not be more obvious that people had been massacred here.. the very smell of death invaded this place.

Continued in Next post…  exceeded maximum post length.. oops.

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov Fiction
« on: June 09, 2010, 01:13:18 PM »
I'm working on an alternate history fiction with a friend, but it's a bit far fetched so I don't generally go into much detail about it - it basically involves time travel, Alexei being saved from the cellar, and eventually coming of age and staging a coup that reinstates the monarchy and allowing him to become Tsar as was meant to be and how that winds up changing tons of things about history that you'd never imagine (i.e. WWII, The Cold War, etc)  and about his time as the Tsar and his life etc.

I just have written this morning the portion where Gilliard and Dr. Derevenko go to Ipatiev house with Kolya and find of course that the Romanovs are not there and then I threw in a few little twists of my own about what happens after they get there and no one is there, but I'm not sure if I should post it here because it involves Kolya finding what's left in the cellar and it's somewhat.... graphic... given that a 12 y/o boy just discovered the murder site of someone he considered to be his best friend....

Thoughts? If you guys want to see it I don't mind posting it but I'm still kind of new here and do not wish to do anything that'll get anyone in trouble!

Having Fun! / Re: More Romanov Dreams?
« on: June 09, 2010, 11:27:04 AM »
Well, I wish I could have your dream! That's a good one!

I loved the bit about the trousers! XDD it does sound like something a nine year old Alexei would say. The me of my dreams points out that they were not 'men's trousers' but they were probably very nice women's Silvers or American Eagle! - how the times/fashions change!

Having Fun! / Re: IF Anwering Machine Messages
« on: June 08, 2010, 11:27:16 PM »
I'm glad you guys like them!

And now a little "dark humor"

On an answering machine in the Palace Infirmary
Dr. Derevenko: "How does this work?"
Dr. Botkin: "Do I look like I'm up on the new fangled technology? I think you push there. Say something."
Dr. Derevenko: "Now I lay me down to sleep; leave a message at the beep. If I should die before I wake, remember to erase the tape!"
Dr. Botkin: "NOT THAT!"
Dr. Derevenko: "It didn't come with instructions for re-recording..."

Having Fun! / Re: More Romanov Dreams?
« on: June 08, 2010, 11:20:58 PM »
Yikes.. this is the topic for me - I've had very clear dreams most all of my life. As a writer of historical fiction, most of my best ideas came, at least the beginnings of a plot, in a dream and often I can remember large amounts of details from dreams (though sometimes I have very bizarre ones like the one I had last night where my cousin was chasing me around my grandmother's house wearing a pink rabbit head and holding a can of whipped cream... yeah.. ) But anyway, I do sometimes dream about the Romanovs.. and most frequently Alexei as he's my favorite of the bunch, though frequently OTMA are also involved, and sometimes Nicholas - but oddly enough, hardly ever Alexandra...

In any case, the most recent dream I've had was at Children's Island. And I was there and it was summer (circa 1913). And I was on the opposite side of a bank with the house at Children's Island across a little river inlet deal and there were lots of trees, the foliage was very very dense and green and I could hear a lot of birds and the sun was bright. I was walking through the trees when I happened upon the Island and I stopped when I heard voices and then stood behind the trees, taking looks out every once in awhile to see what I could. OTMA and Alexei were playing in the water and they had a dog with them - though which one I don't know. And they were splashing each other. Anastasia had fallen in and then when Olga went to help her out, she pulled Olga in too and then they got into a big water fight. Alexei had swum out a little further and then suddenly he turned and looked right at me. Like he knew I was standing there and he just looked and looked.. and he never blinked. And I didn't want to blink either. Then Tatiana called him and he looked away at her for a second, and then he looked back and I had got down in the grass so I could see them but they couldn't see me and he kind of rubbed his eyes and Tatiana said, "What are you staring at Lyoshka?" and he said. "There's a girl in the trees." And Tatiana kind of looked at him a bit oddly and was like "What do you mean?" "I don't know.. there was a girl - A girl Mashka's age with hair darker than yours and dressed funny." And Tatiana just looked at him real strangely and shook her head.

So then the girls got ready to leave and I stayed hidden in the grass and they told him to hurry up and he was like "I'll catch up." And then he came across the water and I was panicking because I didn't want to be caught and get in trouble with the cossack guards and he just stood on the bank about ten feet from me and looked around and he was like "I did see you... I am coming back and find you. Then I can ask you why you're wearing men's trousers!" And he giggled and ran off through the water and I woke up.

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