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Hey

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Penelope? Now that we aren't...weird, we should talk.

About puppies.

Penelope.

[She sounds as if talking would be causing her a lot of pain, which is not entirely wrong.]

Penelope, please leave the apartment. I-Scylla can't hold for too long.

[Reverting to the old speech, are we?]

[There is just heavy panting here.]

Scylla is going to break something.

[Street sounds; cars, people chatting, and suddenly a sniff. Scylla's sniff, actually. Sad sea monster is sad.]

So Scylla released Arachne in the park. [She means Central Park, in some recondite place where the big spider is unlikely to run into anyone, but little she cares to go into definitions.] Arachne...didn't want to let go. [Another sniff.]

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Penelope? Scylla locked the little human on her room.

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Apparently Scylla is the new Captain of the Dance Club now. Made a voting and everything. Now I get to make the routines and pick the music and say who's in and who's not, and a lot of other stuff.

Scylla is so asking to get the detention thing removed, because I don't have enough ( Read more... )