[All of this is recorded.  and probably replies too.  Have a high-pitched, little girl.  Who doesn't like cleaning... or roaches.  Is propped up on the top of a dresser, poking the journal with her pen, to emphasize her point.]

Hodgins!  Get these yucky bugs out of my room!!!  Or crazy roomie, get them out!  There is such a huge freaking mess, you ( Read more... )

[Totally backdated to this morning, yo.So Rikku is sleeping.  Curled up against a pillow.  But a little warmer.  She starts to wake up, not really noticing the difference yet.  She stretches slowly, making adorable little noises. ]

That was a nice sleep-time!

[Stretches her arms out, and encounters a face.  Wut.  She looks over calmly, and eyes ( Read more... )

[Filtered to Allan-A-Dale]

[Have a few pen taps, Allan, before Much sighs and speaks into the journal]

Are you in your room?

( Private )

[Much is off in the woods, regardless of the possibility that there this one of those stupid din-o-saurs there. He's practising with his sword, mostly. He is certainly not thinking about any home truths Allan may have thrown his way, because those are stupid and so is Allan.

Take that, you tree B/]

[[ooc: Open post is totally open]]

AH! I...appear to be having some difficulties remembering... everything.

[Rustle of paper, hello memories]

I wonder who Erik is. Well, there must be something amongst these which can tel- OH MY GOD WE HAVE A MURDERING OPERA GHOST?!!

...Wait. What is an opera?

Um, well, yes.

I seem to have been bought for... whatever we are being bought for, by a Lady Aya?

What do you wish of me, My Lady?

[Robin & Allan]

I don't know which one of you did it, but when I find out, I shall murder you in your sleep.

WITH A CUSHION!!!

[And, after a moment's thought]

[Marian]

Do you mind if I kill Robin with a cushion?

[Dictated, because he's oh oh pleased with himself]

I did it!! Thanks to Lexington, I now know how to used the macro-wive.

[...Though he'll NEVER learn how to say it right]

[Much has been quietly preparing himself for his day of reckoning with the Macro-wive. Luckily, he hasn't heard about the laundry room incident. He's currently standing outside, a small cardboard box on a table beside him. On the front of the box, he has drawn what appear to be crude microwave controls. He's studying it VERY intently. Clearly, this ( Read more... )