[There's a Shadow on his journal and it has somehow turned it on]

-little guy, what are you doing there? You shouldn't be playing with that.

[picks Shadow up]
Aww, you're so cute. I think I'll call you Squishy!

...I wonder what you eat.

[And hear some more awwing and cooing until the feed times out]

[Hey look this guy isn't hungover at ALL, despite all the drinking he did yesterday.]
Wow, Hex really did a number...
[wait until he realises that his room might be the same...

and then running footsteps]

Hmm... so guys I regret to inform you that I cannot participate in our little slumber party, but I ordered lots of cake so have fun.

[GUESS ( Read more... )

[First off, the day after the big party the cooks on the Convoy will be receiving a special delivery from the most expensive cake shop in Trewe. All the cakes they had available with a note saying 'I'm truly sorry'.]

...that shopkeeper said that this would definitely work and I guess I've got nothing to lose. Although drawing with this thing is a ( Read more... )

[OOC: This is Sam's spare journal that no one has yet to find out about and he has somewhat disguised his voice, the closest anyone would be able to track this down is to the Convoy]

Attention people on the Amestris
You guys better look after Ammy or I will be forced to kick your asses!

Important announcement to make here.

Who wants to join Alfred and I for ice-cream? Or if you're one of those boring types who don't like ice-cream you can chaperone us then.

Hey, look at all the newbies! Hi newbies!

I'm Sam Linnfer, one of the Technology Masters on the ship. Heh, I get to call myself a 'Master'.

So if you've got a problem with one of your gizmo's... go to one of the other guys. I'm serious about that part.

PLAYER INFORMATION-
Name/Nickname: Michele
AIM/E-mail/Contact: myvintageromance[at]gmail.com
LJ: black-catxiii

( I'm darkness incarnate, the bastard Son of Time )