➠ xx6 ; backdated to this morning

[agentkane]

[This is a fine, lovely morning. Fine and lovely! That is, until there is an ear-piercing howl of incoherent swears ringing through the journal. This scream is followed by the sound of shattering glass. What is happening! What is going on!

Lana just woke up with teeny tiny hands. That's what.]

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[icarustattoo]

[Oh. That's a nice wake-up call.]

Are you okay?

[agentkane]

No! Fuck fuck fuck what is this shit fuck!

[There is the sound of journal pages tearing, as Lana tries to pick up her journal and fumbles with it.]

[icarustattoo]

[Is that ...]

Lana? What the hell --

[Woman, why does Brock always come to your rescue when you are swearing over the journal? What does this mean?]

Where are you?

[agentkane]

[Lana does not answer this question. She is too busy freaking out.]

My hands myhandsmyhandsmyhandsmyhands

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[soldarius]

[ holy crap. ]

Lana?

[agentkane]

[Good morning, Kate! Have some more vague swearing and screaming and tearing pages.]

[soldarius]

[ jesus christ, woman. kate will ... yell into the journal. ]

Lana!

[agentkane]

[Lana, already in a terrible mood, responds pretty much out of habit to that tone of voice]

WHAT?

[teds_up]

[This journal always finds new ways to give Ted heart attacks!!]

What?! What's wrong??

[agentkane]

[Ted gets a few "motherfuck"s, and an anguished moan about hands. Something about tiny hands.]

[teds_up]

What?? What's wrong with your hands? -- Hey, quick freaking out for a moment!! [Because you're freaking him out afksdjlfsl]

[agentkane]

[All Lana hears is "quit freaking out", which she responds to about as well as anyone would expect.]

Shut the fuck up and die, asshole!

[echivoc]

[Well, that is lovely to hear in the morning.]

Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

[agentkane]

[And good morning to you too, Cross! Your comments just earned you more harpy shrieking, and the sound of the journal being fumblingly thrown across the the room. Teensy hands are not the most conducive thing to throwing stuff, as any t-ball coach will tell you.]

[echivoc]

[Ow, that hurt so much sob.]

What could possibly call for such a display of emotions?

[agentkane]

[From across the room, there is a groaning about hands.]

[optimystically]

[SCREAMING WHY IS THERE SCREAMING]

W-What's going on?

[agentkane]

[There is still more screaming, but this time, it is more distinct.]

Oh my god, what the hell am I gonna do? I can't fricking do anything, I can't even use the doorknobs...

[optimystically]

[okay why would someone be screaming and unable to use doorknobs..... maybe her room is on fire?]

Don't worry, I'll get a fire extinguisher, where are you?

[agentkane]

What? That won't help, stupid!