I am so tired of all the dithering around here. Why do we even bother to humor the toys about their little court system? It's a waste of our time and you all should be terribly embarrassed to be kowtowing to them.

Consider this my resignation, darlings.

[Over the City, an explosion rips through the side of the Deus Ex Machina II, tearing ( Read more... )

Girls, girls, your attention please or you'll all find your dirty little secrets aired for all and sundry.

I must remind you of our standards of behavior and civility today. Final exam preparation seems to bring out the little tart in so many of you.

1. School uniforms are to be worn at all times without exception and without alteration unless it ( Read more... )

Darlings.

Darlings, you aren't trying hard enough. You just aren't living up to your full potential. You just aren't being interesting.

So, my dears, drink down your beers, gather up your sugar, and go find someone dear to your heart and make them cry.

Do it, darlings. Chop chop.

Do you like the City's new attraction, darlings?

Not that I particularly care, but I do have the short straw opportunity to introduce a new diversion for you all, since you so often complain of being bored.Do come see the grand debut starting tomorrow, darlings. Don't be stingy, break out the coin, buy your pennants, place your bets on the ( Read more... )

Oh darling little toys. So darling. I haven't felt like this since the Inquisition.

Hm... now where is my stylist? Sabine, be a dear, ring up Phillipe. Laszlo, escort a lady to dinner.

This is an utter waste of my time. Sabine, I'm docking your pay. Lenny, just... tch.

The winner of the warden election is:

Seras Victoria

Yes, darlings. Pretend I care. Congratulations, brava, don't drink the inmates.

There must be one somewhere on the toy list.

All that honesty made me thirsty.

Fine, fine. I will just have to do it myself.

[ooc: Cue the celebratory pink fountain o'cosmos. From midnight to midnight, the fountain will be filled with a damn fine big cosmo.]

They never listen.

[ooc: Should be working. Will return to doing so as soon as IT puts our publishing tool online again. Bad IT, bad. This curse just seemed to be the sort of thing to amuse Virginia.]

Oh, Katsura, darling. I'll have a word with you now.

Can't have roses with the thorns. Can't have the truth. Why do we bother with these little creatures? And to think, Paracelsus actually lobbied in their favor over something as insignificant as a few thorns ( Read more... )