Who: Keeva, Laharl, Serra, whatever poor souls happen to get mixed up in the madness.
Where: The kitchen.
When: February 19th.
What: Serra and Keeva decide to try their hand at cooking, Improv Style. Laharl is inspecting the kitchen for potential ingredients.

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Man, this place is AWESOME.

Okay, it's hard to write without opposable thumbs, but who cares, I'mma horsie.

...So, what's up with you folks?

((OOC: Yeah, Keeva got hit by a cold snap and succumbed to equinehood.))

Man, I forgot about this journal thing. I should probably use it more often, get my thoughts in order.

Not that there's anything to order in the first place. Still haven't remembered a thing. Still cold and unemployed. Lost the tournament in the first round (that yellow thing was odd - aren't you supposed to see red when that kinda thing happens ( Read more... )

Okay, I think I got this. A town fulla people from a buncha different worlds, wide-spread amnesia, mysterious force manipulating us for its own personal amusement, mysterious advice-givers who don't tell you their names showing up in journals, mysterious prats who don't tell you their names accosting you in order to make snide comments about your ( Read more... )

Bah. This is more than a little inconvenient ( Read more... )