(jests at scars that never felt a wound)
[Three woke up today feeling... perfectly normal, not different at all. (Well, by 'today' we mean 'at some point today'; it's not as if she'd spend all her time lounging in bed, it's useless.) So in the spirit of being perfectly normal, she's in the kitchen now, enjoying a delicious breakfast of waffles with strawberries and watching people wander in and out of the kitchen. And yes - for those meeting her in person, her hair has mysteriously taken on the coiffure in her icon, and she is wearing black. (Black is easier to keep clean, in her line of work.)
She also has her journal out with her, for leisurely reading. After a few moments, you can hear the soft tap, tap, tap of her nails (polished red today; it's a lovely colour, almost matching that of oxygenated hemoglobin) against the table. And then, finally, dictation, sounding a little thoughtful:]
I've been idle for far too long.
[Perhaps she could go down to the town and raise a little hellfire. Hmm. It's times like these that she pines for the ability to traverse planets as she used to. Earth, for example - she could do with a little taste of her favourite planet.]
{Loss start!}
She also has her journal out with her, for leisurely reading. After a few moments, you can hear the soft tap, tap, tap of her nails (polished red today; it's a lovely colour, almost matching that of oxygenated hemoglobin) against the table. And then, finally, dictation, sounding a little thoughtful:]
I've been idle for far too long.
[Perhaps she could go down to the town and raise a little hellfire. Hmm. It's times like these that she pines for the ability to traverse planets as she used to. Earth, for example - she could do with a little taste of her favourite planet.]
{Loss start!}