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| Excuse me, are there any other Potters here?
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Wait, that sounded weird given who I live with...
I meant does anyone else work with clay? | |
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| [The feed opens up to a rather large blur of pink -- quite indistinguishable really -- and remains rather silent and stationary for a good 10 seconds. Then, the sound of shuffling comes through the SFC as the pink mass begins to move, revealing a rather perplexed looking young girl when it turns around.
She looks about as one would expect upon arrival, long hair and dress clinging to her in a manner that doesn't exactly scream princess so much as it does drowned rat.]
Oh dear. It appears as though I've lost my way... this doesn't look a thing like any place in the palace I've ever been.
[Considering she lives there, it's a bit hard to believe she'd simply taken a wrong turn and ended up somewhere that looks like the bottom of the ocean. In fact...]
I certainly don't remember going for a swim, and the last time I woke up soaked like this was... [Kamine Island. Which only brought one thought to mind.] Brother!
[Nope, that's not an exclamation of exasperation or anything, it's a question of whether or not someone was here.] | |
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| [As the feed fires up, one can see a soaking wet blue and white blob. This blob doesn't appear to be a happy blob. Ange really didn't appreciate how rudely she was pulled in this city, as much could be seen by the displeased look on her face.]
My, whoever deemed this an appropriate way to bring someone to a location certainly needs to brush up on their manners. Should I locate this person, I will happily offer to educate them on the subject matter myself. At the very least, the individuals here were kind enough enough to explain the basic functions of this device to me.
[Then, as if realizing something, her annoyed expression shifts into a warm smile. She couldn't complain about others' manners if she did not exhibit appropriate ones herself.]
Ah yes, I am Ange Serena. It is a pleasure to meet all of you, I am certain.
[As soon as the introduction is over, that smile becomes a more serious expression.]
Now on to a more pressing issue: where might I locate either a shop from which I could purchase clothing from or a residence I might borrow in order to allow my clothing to dry? Catching pneumonia does not sound pleasant and it would be preferable to avoid it.
[That appears to be it. Just as she makes a move to turn off this device, Ange hesitates. Ah one more thing! A curious expression crosses her face.]
Also, might I inquire as to where we all are? I am afraid that this not a town of which I am familiar with. | |
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| [When the feed kicks on, the man being shown might be familiar to a few since he's been here once already. He's currently sans hat and coat, with a towel resting over his shoulders and beneath his soaked tamed hair.
He was somewhat disappointed to see a few names missing from the list, but since he returned, one might hope that those entertaining people might also return in the future during his time here.]
Hello again, Vatheon. Does anyone know just how much time has passed since my previous departure from here? I've noticed a few people whom were here before are no longer here. | |
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| [ prepare for loudness and engrish. ]
Okay, everybody~! I'm looking for great musicians to join me, the Great Michel, and Selphie-chan, so we can rock this bubble. Let's party! It's too damn quiet here~!
[ which probably isn't a bad thing, if he actually sat down to think about it. The world is still here, after all, free of weird things like Nazis and ancient aliens. ]
I probably need a place to stay too. Staying by restaurants suck too much.
[ Suck like home. Stupid sushi shop. and oh yes, other matters to address, of course. ]
Also, I'm looking for the Velvet Room. A chat with Igor would be nice, even if he'd probably shove me out the door for being by myself. [ shrug. ] Oh and Trish's Spring! even if that fairy's a bit too overpriced...
Peace out, Vatheon.
[ ooc: i need a posting tag, pls. tag me, baby. ] | |
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| ((OOC: This video call is filtered to Colette only))
[Zelos's face when he places the call to Colette is an uncommonly serious one. I'm not even sure how I'm going to tell her this one...]
Colette-hunny? C'mon, pick up.
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