One. text.
[There's a few lines of a personal journal entry, mainly detailing how strange everything is, learning how to deal with oddities such as pre-sliced bread, bottled milk, and the dreaded stove, and how bizarre it is that all the ladies wear breeches, but it's quickly all scribbled out and replaced with this:]
What has happened to the streets? Take a glance out your windows, all of you! Look, look!
[There are a couple of stray pen marks here, as Angelica quickly realises she's spoken to virtually no one since her arrival, and maybe she kind of sounds a little....crazy. And pushy. But mainly crazy.]
Please look, please. Someone reassure me that I am not the only one who sees this, I beg of you.
((ooc: P.S. Limbo's now one big painting. >:D ))
What has happened to the streets? Take a glance out your windows, all of you! Look, look!
[There are a couple of stray pen marks here, as Angelica quickly realises she's spoken to virtually no one since her arrival, and maybe she kind of sounds a little....crazy. And pushy. But mainly crazy.]
Please look, please. Someone reassure me that I am not the only one who sees this, I beg of you.
((ooc: P.S. Limbo's now one big painting. >:D ))