( [Room 1109/Lloyd's Room] )

[There is a disaster unfolding on the first floor.

Enter: a shaggy puppy that looks like a Chia pet with stick legs and rabbit ears. The puppy is being pursued by one (1) annoyed redhead in casual wear (for him, anyway). Pursuing the pursuer are at least five overeager ghosts, trying to remedy the situation by supplying various leashes, lassos, ( Read more... )

[filtered to friends and friendly acquaintances]

... I'm not interested in gifts for Christmas or otherwise. Don't waste your time.

[BAH FREAKING HUMBUG. Spiritua's Day, Celsiyule, Christmas... it doesn't matter to him. Be grateful you snots are getting anything at all.]

[Something is rotten in the state of Paradisa.]

... Lloyd, is Iota with you?

[Especially considering some crazy moron declared war on pet owners yesterday.]

( [Private] )

[Is that Kratos actually doing some /shopping/ in town? Why yes, yes it is! He seems to be carrying at least six bags without any effort.

... Yet somehow he looks manly while doing it. Feel free to bug him, he's been rather elusive lately.]

[ooc: Back later! ♥]

( [Guts] )

( [Private] )

... It smells like rain. A large storm will be here by tomorrow.

[Filtered to magic users (witches, mages, etc.)]

Is anyone here skilled in sealing magic?

[The probably-familiar-by-now sound of camera wings fluttering.]

[A very quiet chuckle, and a soft murmur.]

[CLICK! And now there is a picture in the journal of Yuan, with Kratos backed up against a tree, kissing him thoroughly.]

[A stunned pause.]

What the hell?!

[An electrical noise, and another picture is taken. This one, the lens is filled with ( Read more... )