[ After a little over week of murder and mayhem -- and by murder and mayhem we of course mean tea and checkers (or at the very least poking and prodding on part of the scientists - she's not sure, she can't remember much) Polka has been returned to her home, safe and sound. Good thing too, she's such a frail little lamb on a good day ( Read more... )

[ In the early afternoon, Polka is working in the garden rather busily - there's quite a lot of it to make sure the flowers are healthy. But as promised, she has her journal open so that the video can catch the flowers blooming in the garden.I guess I got a little carried away - but I think it looks nice still. What do you think? [ A second later ( Read more... )

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[ So shortly after this, Polka returns home, all drenched and such. The quiet in the house doesn't register much because hey, it's been quiet like this before and everyone was probably asleep. Still, after hanging up her dripping cloak and parasol, she pads over to check on Frederic in his room ( Read more... )

[ It's a violent, violent, disgusting bout of weather out there. Raining figurative cats and dogs and the like. You'd have to be crazy to be out in this weather ( Read more... )

[Backdated to... to... uh... sometime during the event So... after this and a couple of days after this (feel free to have seen them heading off to said clinic btw) but before this during the event. Gah!]

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Huh? ... I'm... ...still alive... oh good. ...where am I? [ Followed by the sound of of a journal sliding off of a bed and -whumping ( Read more... )

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[ Polka has been busy, between wandering around at night, during the day, and today brings the results of her wanderings. Or... partial results at least. Because she is carrying with her a small wicker basket with handles, like a picnic basket really. To stay warm, she's wearing a cute red shawl with a hood. She moves with purpose and ( Read more... )

[ It's a bit late, but Polka's voice can be heard humming lightly over the sound of snow crunching beneath her footsteps. She's all bundled up for the weather, and she brought her parasol with her in case it started to rain or snow. She's on her way into the forest, hands tucked into her coat pockets. Little girls really shouldn't be wandering ( Read more... )