Greed...

Dear Allah, what's happening. How many people have--...

These...cherries. I brought them in, I haven't had any--I'm fasting for another day...I'm throwing them out.

Ron, Ginny--Jolly? Mr. Smee, no one can -touch- them, PLEASE tell me you haven't had any of them.

Has the whole city gone mad?....Again? I can't say I missed -this-!

Autor...? ( Read more... )

Miria? Mei? Hurry inside at ONCE. Go anywhere you can, please just get out of this hailstorm, and let me know you're safe?

Allah, this city...

Another round of bugs are next...

Autor dear, we'll have to hold off on archery for another day. Perhaps we can set up a place inside tomorrow, or maybe the Kingdom of Sand, I could bring an awning for the sun ( Read more... )

Mr. Smee, I'm afraid I'll be somewhat tardy today.

I hate this City.

[filtered from Autor, as well as affected Tutu crew]

Autor. Who's looking after him? Someone needs to keep that boy from doing something he's going to completely regret...

Get AWAY--!

[sound of something flat smacking against something small and wet; her words come harsh, but low, trying not to disturb]

Stay out of there! Oh, for heaven's sake--is this Egypt?!

Belle, dear, I'm quite glad you stayed asleep last night...Jas is still resting in my room, don't be alarmed if you see him. Mind the frogs. You as well, Peter ( Read more... )

Nice work today, everyone. Peter, your form was perfect, as always. Just watch yourself...don't get too cocky, you'll end up giving your opponent an opening.

Ms. Bell, you really must pay more attention, though your aim with a bow has...improved. Somewhat.

Mr. Smee, I'm concerned. You seem so..out of it. I insist you get some rest, won't you?

Now... ( Read more... )