( Cut not IC- just for a long list of shennanigans )

...Ah.

Is anyone else's daemon missing? I can't find Adrían anywhere... I don't feel him, either.

[A sigh and a soft, slightly forced laugh.]

Well. The company was nice while it lasted, at least.

So... what d'you when someone's angry with you? I mean- if you didn't mean to make them angry, then... Um. H-how do you make them not angry at you? Is there something you're supposed to do to apologize, o-or will just saying you are do?

(ooc: In reference to this. Social failboat is well... fail.)

[The journal picks up Bridget's voice in what appears to be the middle of a spiel- he was dictating a letter and in a blind search for more parchment, knocked the journal open.]...so disconcerting..! None of the girls I've tried to ask will go because they think I'm a girl, and the boys keep asking me to go with them for the very same reason. I ( Read more... )

I was in the kitchens making miss Erza a new cake since hers got eaten by some... mouse... thing- b-but um... while I was at it, I made a chocolate cheesecake... a-and um, if anyone wants a slice, I'll be bringing it to the grand staircase after I drop off Miss Erza's cake.

[He falters a little, but then continues on-]S-so um... yeah. If you'd ( Read more... )

L-look, I'm sure you're alll quite nice, but I really do have somewhere I have to be, so if I could just--

[A squeak and something falls, and there's the sound of someone sputtering and moving to pick it up.]

H-hey, there's no need for all that, alright? So come on then- shoo, shoo. Out of my way please... h-hey, what are you--?!

GET YOUR HORN ( Read more... )

[There are a few moments of the sort of silence just before a dam breaks, the slight sound of the page crinkling beneath someone's fingers almost deafening. It almost seems like the person isn't going to speak at all and then--]

Something... Something really needs to be done about that man! I could understand being upset, of course, that his shelf ( Read more... )

Now where is that--?

[The voice is muffled, as if there's something on top of the journal- but not something heavy enough to filter out the sound of the music playing in the room. It's loud and decidedly muggle- something about guns or somesuch- and only gets louder when there's a chipper 'ah-hah!'- obviously, it's owner has found the journal.] ( Read more... )