[Roll sounds tired and pissed and just fed up. Being human did not help either. Oh and anyone on deck twelve can hear her screaming.]

I HATE THIS BOAT AND EVERYONE ON IT!

[Really she just wants to get to the top deck, y u do this failboat.]

[Ah fumble fumble, click. mrrr, Roll maybe had a bit too much wine at the party. She also doesn't remember much after hanging out with Bass.]

My mouth tastes like cotton.

[A long horrid pause as something hits her.]

... this isn't my room.

[It may please a certain stalkerbot to know that Roll has, finally, left her room. In fact she's on deck thirteen at the moment, sitting outside the temple with some flowers making flower chains. Doing a bang up job of it considering her hands are bandaged up, still not completely healed up from her arcade foray or the fit she threw after certain ( Read more... )

Being human has been... Ah um...

[HORRIBLY DISGUSTING EXPERIENCE, but Roll is trying her darnest to not say that.]

An incredibly unique experience.

[a pause.]

That I never want to go through again. Can I go back to being a robot now, please?

[And Roll has been nice and made it so her post will go through as text too, for anyone who doesn't ( Read more... )