Well. I had a bit of difficulty filling this out. I really don't know myself too well, it seems. Or am having trouble reconciling the "now" me with the me from not long ago. Er. Or something.

( Personality quiz thing. )

Does anyone have a camera I can borrow?

[Locked from Ali]
De? Victor and I are plotting. Would you like to help?
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Richard sets Victor's duffel bag on the ground inside the door, gesturing for her to follow. "Ali?" he calls. "Are you here?" He smiles wryly at Victor. "I have no idea where she's putting you."

I think I need some new toys for Izzy. She seems to be getting bored with eating De's hair. Maybe something for her to climb on? She might like that.

I haven't thought about Jessica in days. That's good, isn't it?

I wonder if it would be safe to go to a Floating Market any time soon? There's a truce, so I should be safe, as long as I just go to ( Read more... )

That's it. I relinquish all ties to Jessica Bartram. She has no hold on me.

She's nothing.

Slightly inspired by some of the graphics Ali-mun has been doing. *admiration ahoy* Also by some OOC conversations with de Carabas-mun and a certain song. And I was bored. Here. May take a bit to load.

I fear the answers. I really do.

If you had me alone...locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you do with me? Then repost this.

Richard leans the painting Victor had given him against the wall of his bedroom, making a note to find out from Ali whether it was all right for him to hammer a nail to hang it on. He sits and looks at it for a while, admiring the skill put into it, the fall of light, the brushstrokes. Of course, the fact that it's a picture of him embarrasses him ( Read more... )

I want to go home.

I realized today how much I miss London Below. I was just beginning to feel at home there, to know my way around, to figure out how things worked. And now... I just... It seems I've been gone so long. I know I haven't, and I hadn't actually stayed there long, but...

It's home. And I miss it.

Richard strolls around, picking up any sticks he can find. After he has collected a decent amount, he arranges them into a neat stack, leaving room for air to move in it. He puts some smaller twigs for kindling in the middle, and lights it with his matches. After a few tries, he manages to get a decent fire going ( Read more... )