[Here we see Edward sleeping peacefully in her new bed in her new home at 951 Beulah Street. As morning dawns, she wakes up, and yawns, very cat-like, stretching and wriggling around in her bed. It's at this point she reaches out and knocks the phone on her bedside table off the hook ( Read more... )

Exactly what it says on the tin. Questions? Let me know. Comments? Plunk 'em down here. Constructive Criticism? YES PLEASE! Comments are screened, and anon is enabled, but please don't spam.

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[Following this exchange, there seems to be a sort of flyer fluttering all over the place on the second level ( Read more... )

[Ed's just kind of wandering around, looking for something to do. She's alternately skipping, rolling, cartwheeling, flipping, climbing, crawling, and running down various streets, up and over benches and parked cars, in and out of trees, and inside and outside of buildings, pretty much entirely at random ( Read more... )

[Okay so yeah this post is a little late but Edward is SO FREAKING HYPER from all that extra energy she is LITERALLY bouncing around the second level just going WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE YAAAAAAAAY CARTWHEEL CLIMBING TREES AND RUNNING AROUND THIS IS SO AWESOME WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO she doesn't care that the power's out, nah, everything's all good because YEEHAW ( Read more... )

[Edward has obtained one (1) chessboard, complete with chess pieces. She's got them set up, and is sitting behind the white pieces. She's made a move, and just waits. She's very obviously second level, and it's rather clear she's silently inviting anyone who wants to play chess with her.

...but be warned, Edward is one hell of a chess player.]

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[Is sitting in a large empty room somewhere with about fifty flashlights and various objects that seem to have absolutely no correlation whatsoever.

Ed is currently tinkering with one of the flashlights. What is she doing? I don't know, why don't you ask her and find out?]

[Ed's sitting on top of a building. Yes it's cold. She doesn't seem to notice. Or care.

She scratches her back. Right in between the shoulderblades. It's itchy, and has been since the maze, but she hasn't gotten the chance to look.

And besides, she's got other things on her mind.

Sniff.

What?

No, she's not crying.

...well only a little.]

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[Ed's sitting up in bed now, she's feeling better after sleeping 12 hours straight, but there's an itchy spot on her back in the middle of her shoulderblades that just won't go away... and that headache probably won't go away any time soon aaaargh but she's projecting onto the second level just the same. When she starts speaking, she's very quiet, ( Read more... )

[Have an Edward, sprawled out and unconscious on the steps of the Court Records building.]

((OOC: Ref. Ed's probably going to be picked up by Russia, but you don't have to let that stop you from having someone poke her if you want.))