"Oh, dear, is this working? I suppose it must be ... anyhow, this is Ella, and the nice mechanical lady told me to say that if you leave a message after the beep, I'll call you back soon. So do that and I will. If I feel like it."

[OOC: In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing ( Read more... )

It had been a long, busy week for Ella, and she was almost surprised when she found herself in the palace library with a moment to spare. She used it to write a letter she half-dreaded writing -- better now than later, she supposed.

( Letter behind here )

Ella was only going home, she thought, for a few weeks, so she wasn't sure why she kept filling her trunk with most of her Frell clothes, half of her Fandom clothes, a good third of her books, and a pile of papers and projects saved from various classes. She put her cheerleading uniform on top of it all; if nothing else, it would give Hattie and ( Read more... )

Ella settled on her bed with a mug of tea at her side, reviewing some notes from Art of War. Miss Atreides hadn't said anything about a final, but that didn't mean there wouldn't be one ( Read more... )

Ella's room was tidy, the Wokling called Furball had been packed away to Harvey, and Rikku's flowers seemed to brighten up the whole place. It was a very nice place to have a not-a-date, even one just for class ( Read more... )

Ella and Mandy stood near the causeway off the island, waiting for Mandy's coach.

"Did you enjoy your visit?" Ella asked. "I was so happy to see you."

This may have been obvious.

Ella of Frell had not left her room all day. She'd torn out of the clinic that morning, strangely dismayed to lose the soothing beep of the machines, run to the dorms, then crawled into her bed and buried herself deeply beneath the covers. She knew she owed apologies and money all round the island, but she had no idea how to begin distributing ( Read more... )

Ella had found the DVD among the pile of electronic things on Rikku's side of the room, and the buttons she'd poked at even seemed to make it work.

She had a fresh plate of brownies (homemade) and some chips (not) at the ready, and was excited about her movie date.

[OOC: For that guy, SP warning in effect for next few hours.]

Ella settled on her bed with a box from Mandy. It had arrived a few days earlier, but she had saved it until her actual birthday ( Read more... )

In a clearing in the woods, a haughty fairy and a squirrel faced off. The fairy looked bored; the squirrel declaimed in an angry series of chitters.

"So you miss opposable thumbs," Lucinda said, for the 17th time. "Yes, of course, that's very sad."

More chitters. "And it rained on your fur? Oh, poor dear, really." She didn't sound as if she meant ( Read more... )