[open] I scream, you scream...
Characters: Adah Price and YOU (I mean, OPEN)
Where: Adah's apartment on the first floor of Casualty Communal
Rating: G for goodness!
Time: August 12 - All Day
Description: Adah got so interested in the fascinating process of creating ice cream that she made way too much. So she offered it up to everyone. You can jump in even if you didn't reply to her post- she's got ice cream to spare.
[Adah didn't particularly care for people. In fact, she wouldn't have offered up her ice cream, except for the fact that she made quite a bit of it. So much so that even after several days, it wouldn't have been finished.
The fact was, Adah was curious about the types of people that inhabited Death City. Though she had only been there for a few days, it was certainly different than the America she had inhabited before Our Father had moved them to the Congo. So many specimens to study, so many people in different states of their lives, people to observe and be observed by. No one has spoken of my disability so far. That's good. It's me.
Adah put out a small sign, reading 'ice cream here,' and sat down in a chair, picking up a book she had found at the library. Whether or not anyone came, she would enjoy herself.]
Where: Adah's apartment on the first floor of Casualty Communal
Rating: G for goodness!
Time: August 12 - All Day
Description: Adah got so interested in the fascinating process of creating ice cream that she made way too much. So she offered it up to everyone. You can jump in even if you didn't reply to her post- she's got ice cream to spare.
[Adah didn't particularly care for people. In fact, she wouldn't have offered up her ice cream, except for the fact that she made quite a bit of it. So much so that even after several days, it wouldn't have been finished.
The fact was, Adah was curious about the types of people that inhabited Death City. Though she had only been there for a few days, it was certainly different than the America she had inhabited before Our Father had moved them to the Congo. So many specimens to study, so many people in different states of their lives, people to observe and be observed by. No one has spoken of my disability so far. That's good. It's me.
Adah put out a small sign, reading 'ice cream here,' and sat down in a chair, picking up a book she had found at the library. Whether or not anyone came, she would enjoy herself.]