itp: the very secret diaries

[impiersonate]

[in the Mess Hall today, there's a large pile of books! Suspicious books. If you happened to open one, it appears to be a diary. It might be yours. Or maybe it belongs to someone you know. Maybe it's utterly fake! It's there nonetheless.

There's a girl nearby catching up on her reading.]

That's not the most eloquent thing I've ever read . . .

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Comments

[carateristic]

What is?

[impiersonate]

[tossing the one in her hand away.]

Seems like the crazed mutterings of a gorilla.

[carateristic]

Then why read it?

[impiersonate]

Don't you ever get curious? Though I only read like two sentences of that one.

[notmakingout]

Quite a collection. Whatcha readin', darlin'?

[impiersonate]

A diary. In fact, I believe they're all diaries.

[notmakingout]

Really... [shifts through some curiously, glancing at covers] Whose?

[impiersonate]

You tell me. It's not like I've read all of them.

[barfintomyhat]

I call fake. People stopped using diaries roughly at the same time MySpace gained popularity.

[impiersonate]

MySpace. Didn't that thing die already?

[barfintomyhat]

I would hope so. I tried making mine presentable, but that was ruined when it inexplicably added someone called Tom Anderson to my friends. I had to give up after that.

[impiersonate]

Poor Tom. He's obviously overcompensating.

[dotdotdotmunch]

[dfgdfg]

Katherine.

[impiersonate]

Stefan.

[dotdotdotmunch]

Give that back. I know you have it.

[impiersonate]

Aliens, Stefan? Really?

[lloydly]

[gives the possible homework a respectful distance when he sits down with his pancakes]

[impiersonate]

Hey there.

[lloydly]

Hey, Elena. It's been a while.

[impiersonate]

How're you settling in?