[Elicia had been planning to make a post out of curiosity for what was happening around her, but... looks like she's gotten struck with experiment fever as well.]

Papa, papa!!

[The screen is black, and behind that quiet but familiar cry is a 'mew!' of worry. The journal shifts and then turns up entirely, knocked off whatever it had been perched on, ( Read more... )

[Elicia's sitting curled up on the couch with a blanket pulled up close to her head, looking a little worried. Because lord, it's a scary world out there right now, what with this fog and all that.]

It's getting really scary outside... A-and there are voices! I hope they're okay....!

[She stops abruptly, listening and suddenly hearing-w-was it?! It ( Read more... )

[Elicia is totally grown-up. I mean, she's five whole years old! And as such, she of course needed her own room with her own little bed. One little issue: she doesn't quite enjoy the heavy rain and thunderstorm outside. She has made a resolute promise to herself that she wouldn't run like a bat out of hell into her father's room, even if the noises ( Read more... )