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All right, look. [ There's a deliberate pause as she's thinking. Because she has no idea if she's using this... thing right. She can't even believe she's doing this. Talking to a goddamn vine (surely she must be going mad) and talking to goddamn strangers. ] I don't mean to be rude. [ This usually means she's going to be rude, too. ] But don't... any of you find this remotely upsetting? [ Oh, there is definitely a judging tone in that. So much judging you don't even know. ] You know. Talking birds. Wolves that don't... act like wolves? Crazy people calling themselves Queen? Appearing in the land of nowhere?
And, you know. The fact that there are only women here? Isn't this worrying to any of you? [ She's implying something a little... darker here. It's in her tone, surely hidden, but it's there. Possibly just for the more mature of mind to comprehend. ]
Aren't any of you remotely worried about lives back home? [ There's a pause. She's chewing on her fingertips, a disgusting nervous habit. She's craving a cigarette but she has none. ] Job? Family? Friends?
God. [ There's an audible half sigh, half groan. She thinks she has stopped the whole transmission. She still doesn't get the hang of it. ] Look at me, talking to a stupid vine. I'm going crazy. I must be. [ She's trying to hold herself together, but really? Hidden somewhere in her tone, in her words, there's a building anxiety, and even through the evident judging of the folks around her - she's not the most social creature it seems - she really, honestly thinks she is going mental - who wouldn't? ]
( OOC: ALSO I FORGOT TO SAY! All replies are voice, aight? )
And, you know. The fact that there are only women here? Isn't this worrying to any of you? [ She's implying something a little... darker here. It's in her tone, surely hidden, but it's there. Possibly just for the more mature of mind to comprehend. ]
Aren't any of you remotely worried about lives back home? [ There's a pause. She's chewing on her fingertips, a disgusting nervous habit. She's craving a cigarette but she has none. ] Job? Family? Friends?
God. [ There's an audible half sigh, half groan. She thinks she has stopped the whole transmission. She still doesn't get the hang of it. ] Look at me, talking to a stupid vine. I'm going crazy. I must be. [ She's trying to hold herself together, but really? Hidden somewhere in her tone, in her words, there's a building anxiety, and even through the evident judging of the folks around her - she's not the most social creature it seems - she really, honestly thinks she is going mental - who wouldn't? ]
( OOC: ALSO I FORGOT TO SAY! All replies are voice, aight? )