{Lie #4/Video} ~ and my soul drinks up
[Hold on to your hats, because the mirror takes a full 360 degree turn as the holder spins around, apparently trying to get an overview of her surroundings. All that is visible through the looking glass is a blur of muted colours. A long sigh is audible, then the view is turned upwards sharply, Mireille leaning over the mirror with her hair messily undone and hanging in a waterfall around her face, casting her features in shadows. If one cares to look closely, her eyes are rather unfocused.]
I would highly appreciate if someone would… could…
[She purses her lips, taking a moment to consider the grammatical dilemma she finds herself in. As the moment draws out, she presses her hand to her face, shielding her eyes, though the amused quirk of her lips is left visible. Slowly she lets it fall, glancing back at the mirror with both eyebrows raised in a bemused fashion.]
… could or would kindly inform me the easiest route from the Carnival to Childreams. It’s getting dark very quickly now and my navigation skills leave something to be desired, it seems, seeing how I managed to find myself here.
I doubt the lack of daylight will help me...
[The last sentence is apparently directed more at herself than whatever audience she has gathered. A deep breath as she straightens up, staring off into space, the looking glass remaining on the ground and thus giving a rather interesting view up under her skirt.]
(ooc: Why, yes, Mireille is actually very drunk. This post is done right after the end of this log.)
I would highly appreciate if someone would… could…
[She purses her lips, taking a moment to consider the grammatical dilemma she finds herself in. As the moment draws out, she presses her hand to her face, shielding her eyes, though the amused quirk of her lips is left visible. Slowly she lets it fall, glancing back at the mirror with both eyebrows raised in a bemused fashion.]
… could or would kindly inform me the easiest route from the Carnival to Childreams. It’s getting dark very quickly now and my navigation skills leave something to be desired, it seems, seeing how I managed to find myself here.
I doubt the lack of daylight will help me...
[The last sentence is apparently directed more at herself than whatever audience she has gathered. A deep breath as she straightens up, staring off into space, the looking glass remaining on the ground and thus giving a rather interesting view up under her skirt.]
(ooc: Why, yes, Mireille is actually very drunk. This post is done right after the end of this log.)