((OOC: BACKDATED TO LATE SATURDAY AFTERNOON.))

[The weather is absolutely lovely in the garden behind the Opera House today, spring bringing warmth and color and flowers blooming in the sunlight. Curled up comfortably in one of the flower beds, under the dappled shadow of a young tree, is a large white dog, sleeping in the warmth of the afternoon ( Read more... )

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My deepest apologies to every-one I must have offended in the previous weeks|

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( Action - Private to Cain (and possibly Merry) )

[ The recording begins mid-cough, which is quickly and forcefully stifled-- ]It seems to be one of those quite chaotic weekends again, but thankfully, I appear to have been lucky enough to be passed by this time. And yes, I suppose I am rather grateful for that. Come to think of it, I don't believe there was such a weekend last month, though we did ( Read more... )

[ This entry is definitely not text because he's trying to hide his suddenly worsening cough :| Nope. Certainly not. ]My, the weather certainly has been quite cold since that unexpected lull during Christmas. I do hope everyone is doing well and keeping warm if the need arises to venture outside ( Read more... )

[ Honestly, these silly Network Devices need to stop turning on by themselves, don't they? There's only the darkness of Riff's pocket and his voice is muffled as he speaks, apparently to someone with him. ]

Shall we check in here next, Lord Cain? The display in the glass does look promising, don't you think?

Miss Merry might--

[ At this point, ( Read more... )