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[It's pretty clear that Reever's fretting over something. Pacing the small length of space he has left in this particular room. The room's filled to the brim with something quite interesting, hourglasses containing flowers, and not just lotuses. There are dhalias, forget-me-nots, the list goes on, but each flower is glowing soundly in their casing, casting shadows on the intricate name plates on their rims]
...This is not Good, where's a Miranda when I need one?...
((ooc: Those hourglasses contain the souls of all the DR's residents, Reever's pretty stressed since there's no one to keep an eye on them and make sure they don't get destroyed or stolen. Come claim yours or help him solve the problem?))
...This is not Good, where's a Miranda when I need one?...
((ooc: Those hourglasses contain the souls of all the DR's residents, Reever's pretty stressed since there's no one to keep an eye on them and make sure they don't get destroyed or stolen. Come claim yours or help him solve the problem?))