The peer review process is one of the most important parts of SCIENCE!

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Hi hi~! Pascal here! I'm all busy and stuff at the mo so please leave a message after the beep!

Beeeeeeeeep~! ♪

[OOC: This is Pascal's Appointments/Voicemail Post, for when you need to drop her a message or otherwise get in touch with her. Please make sure you mark Written or Voice.]

Tales of Graces f is coming out in English in early 2012. Yaytimes for everyone.

But that means that some people might not like the idea of being spoiled, which is understandable.

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[The feed opens with Pascal in the middle of House 28's lobby, hammering a large metal cylinder with a giant mallet and singing in a horribly well-intentioned key.]

Jingle bells~! [WHAM.] La la la, jingle bells~! [WHAM.] Jingle all the waaaaaaaaay~! [WHAM.]

Eureka! It's da-da-daaaaah! Finished! The ultimate Enchristmasification device... [She strikes ( Read more... )

[The video opens with a view of the kitchen area of House 28.

Which, for some reason, now has a small hole in the ceiling.]

So, good news! The toaster is all fixaroo'd!

Bad news, itty-bitty chance of terminal velocity bread.

Oh yeah, it can make waffles now too!

No-one came to my party.

... It was a stupid idea anyway.

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Filtered to: Asbel, Sophie, Hubert, Cheria and Richard (20%)

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Hey everyone! Party at House 28! B.B.Y.B.!

[Click.]

[Shaky cam is shaky as the video starts with a big close up of Pascal's grinning face. She sets her journal down on some grass and skips a little distance away until she's standing in the middle of the shot. There is nothing but greenery in every direction, without any sign of civilisation.]

*cough cough* This is a recording session for experiment ( Read more... )

[Pascal's face is squashed right up against the "screen" of the journal, filling it entirely. She cups her hands to her mouth and-]

MALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLNOSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

MALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLNOSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

MALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLNOSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

[It's a beautiful morning in Luceti. The sun is shining, the grass is green, and there's a small dot hurtling down from the sky which is neither bird nor plane.

The "dot" slams into a large oak tree near the centre of the village, whose branches groan in pain as they bend to absorb the energy of the landing, then fling her back up into the air. Now ( Read more... )