[voiced]

Hey, everyone.

I'm in the market for a big empty room. Like, big.

Not forever, just for like... two days.

Anyone got anything?

If I can find one, I'm also gonna need a whole bunch of snacks. And decorations. And a band.

Wanna help a guy out?

[Demyx is bored out of his mind in the clinic. He's pouting a little, but you can't see that. The journal is open, but kinda slung aside boredly, so you can pretty much just see what's in the icon. He's kickin' back in his bed (hopefully soon he'll be able to stand up without getting all dizzy), his sitar across his lap. You'll hear a quiet, idle ( Read more... )

[True to musician nature, you hear three taps on the journal, like one would on a microphone.]

Hey, uh... is this thing on?

[In a much less hesitant voice:]Hello, Luceti~! This is your friendly neighborhood Demyx speaking ( Read more... )