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[You might recognize the face of one Vanessa Nightray on the Dreamberry screen.Of course, if you've seen it in the last few weeks, it was only due to two very annoying and very rude interlopers. But she's not asleep any longer. No, she's very much awake!
And very, very pissed off.Temper tantrum levels of pissed.
She's huddled in a thick blanket, a single arm sticking out to hold the Dreamberry up to her face so that she can shout properly into the microphone.]
As if being forced to sleep for almost three full weeks wasn't bad enough--!
[INDIGNANTLY HUFFING.]
It's freezing in here! Why is it already snowing?! It feels like months have gone past rather than weeks! The decorations in the hallways are hideous! Who in the world thought they would be a good idea?! I woke with a damned cat sleeping on top of me! Who even let that disgusting thing in here?! And on top of everything...
WHO STOLE MY CLOTHES AND SWITCHED THE DRAPES IN MY ROOM?! Who came into my room without my permission?! What sort of deplorable person thinks that such a thing is acceptable?!
[The Dreamberry gets a violent shake, as though she's preparing to throw it against the nearest wall. But she stops herself and finally points the camera back up at her red, angry face.]
...I guess this place really is a dream. Nothing is ever allowed to make any damned sense!
And very, very pissed off.Temper tantrum levels of pissed.
She's huddled in a thick blanket, a single arm sticking out to hold the Dreamberry up to her face so that she can shout properly into the microphone.]
As if being forced to sleep for almost three full weeks wasn't bad enough--!
[INDIGNANTLY HUFFING.]
It's freezing in here! Why is it already snowing?! It feels like months have gone past rather than weeks! The decorations in the hallways are hideous! Who in the world thought they would be a good idea?! I woke with a damned cat sleeping on top of me! Who even let that disgusting thing in here?! And on top of everything...
WHO STOLE MY CLOTHES AND SWITCHED THE DRAPES IN MY ROOM?! Who came into my room without my permission?! What sort of deplorable person thinks that such a thing is acceptable?!
[The Dreamberry gets a violent shake, as though she's preparing to throw it against the nearest wall. But she stops herself and finally points the camera back up at her red, angry face.]
...I guess this place really is a dream. Nothing is ever allowed to make any damned sense!