Thirty Third Song

[mysticalvender]

[So, Lorne's wandering through the lobby, headed off to wherever, flicking through the pages of his journal]

I sure hope Freddles is okay, she only goes to ground when she's been real shaken up. She's probably writing on the...

[Thunk. The journal hits the ground, open of course, as Lorne begins the Dance of Concern. A lot of high-kicking head

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[herwaltz]

[currently on a couch, flipping through the journal. she stop when she hears Lorne yelling and glances over with this look]

Nice high kicks!

[herwaltz]

Hm, that might work, but you'd probably end up smacking anyone who tried to get close.

[mysticalvender]

[Hell, toe, dosey doe] Trust me, me not-sleeping would be a whole lot worse for everyone in the castle.

[herwaltz]

How's that?

[mysticalvender]

When I don't sleep? People end up doing whatever I tell them, like the power of suggestion gone mad. [Twirl] And then my subconscious gets out and kills people. It's a heap of not fun.

[herwaltz]

Nope Not fun. Not fun at all.

[mysticalvender]

Yeeaah so we want to avoid that.

[herwaltz]

Just a bit.