(no subject)
[Written midafternoon. The writing is slow and a little sloppy. She's trembling.]
Handmaiden has been killed.
[long pause]
It would appear that she was buried alive on Captain Planet.
[a shorter pause]
Bastet. [And here's the name of the NPC supervisor for her other job, which may or may not be Cornucopia] I will not come in to work for some days. I am sorry. I am not
[Four small rips appear in the paper, surrounded by wrinkles. It would seem that she had her hand flat on the page and then tightened that hand convulsively, catching it with her claws and crinkling the material. After a moment, that's smoothed.]
I must have something which I can fight. It
Handmaiden has been killed.
[long pause]
It would appear that she was buried alive on Captain Planet.
[a shorter pause]
Bastet. [And here's the name of the NPC supervisor for her other job, which may or may not be Cornucopia] I will not come in to work for some days. I am sorry. I am not
[Four small rips appear in the paper, surrounded by wrinkles. It would seem that she had her hand flat on the page and then tightened that hand convulsively, catching it with her claws and crinkling the material. After a moment, that's smoothed.]
I must have something which I can fight. It