a Diary. w- woah. I am not a girl. Or Dean. I do not need a Diary.
[ Hank doesn't know what to make of the Book left for him. He takes another look at the note attached to its cover. ]
Or journal. I don't care what its called. [ Grumbles. ] Its pretty lame if you ask me. Why can't I just use my two way satellite communicator? [ Long pause. ] Oh,
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I would be more than happy to show it to you. Oh! Oh! and I might have something else, too, if, a'course, my Pop can convince the man in charge to let me have him.
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Yelled at? uhoh. Why?
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Because I was too loud!!!
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I don't think so. But I think my hearing may be a little messed up from standing too close to several explosions ..
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It's called ~magic.~
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I wasn't expecting it to just start recording. It's not a tape deck.
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Magical journals do things like that. It's part of why they're magic.
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Yeah, well, if they're so magic, then why can't they broadcast video?
[ ooc; tiny note. He transferred in. ]
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