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three
[The sound of a set of keys jingling can be heard before a voice speaks into the journal.]
I'm looking for anyone that can tell me anything about... [brief pause] "The Deathmatch." -
two
...Oh!
[The sound of pages flipping, before it stops.]
Hello? Can you all hear me? [She clears her throat]Firstly, I'd like to apologize to anyone I was rather rude toward when I first got here. This isn't exactly where I thought I'd end up when I ran out the door, you know. I'm really not that rude, I promise! I was in a hurry, you see, but... ( Read more... ) -
one
[Clearly overdressed for her arrival in Paradisa, there's one Delysia Lafosse tearing down the stairs toward the lobby in some sort of hurry. Her journal is left on the stairs, but still within earshot ( Read more... ) -
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[Reno is sitting on a stool at the Deathmatch, while someone is sitting very close next to him. Dictated]
So...any idea how long this infatuation thing is supposed to last? -
sixty-three
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sixty-two
A-Ah...
Achoo! [sniff]
A-aahhh... achoo! Oh, damn this cold! We wage war against the castle and others walk away with battle scars. I walk away with a cold!
(ooc: BECAUSE YOU ALL WERE SO WORRIED ABOUT HER FEETSIES. She caught a cold.) -
sixty-one
[The journal picks up some rather cheerful humming coming from Delysia. Lovely holiday tunes! Followed by a few plunks from her beloved piano that the castle brought her from her old flat. Of course, in bringing the piano, it brought all decorations atop it with it.]You know, all of this holiday cheer and goodwill toward men, it's rather nice! Not ( Read more... ) -
sixty
[After brushing past her vanity, she unknowingly knocks her journal onto her vanity chair where it falls open to the sound of her voice.]
--don't think it'll happen again, do you? The "evil Thanksgiving"? I know I couldn't help myself and all but. Be honest. I was rather...
Don't remind me.Right. Of course! That's all in the past anyway. And this ( Read more... )
