Esther shows up at the doorsteps, and such, of various people. These people are, of course, the ones who show EAT symptoms

Well, hey there. Esther McQueen here, conducting an interview to help develop our EAT treatment. Could I get a moment of your time?

She is approaching, for the moment, anyone with Severe EAT or above. (And Meta.)

*has been turned into a falcon, a Merlin falcon to be specific. Is occasionally swooping down into the main room, but mostly perching up on a curtain rod somewhere, watching*

*in conclusion? Bird of prey. Have fun.*

*as usual, is sitting around somewhere with crafts and the like. Does, however, look far more bored than usual, and would appreciate the company of just about anyone -- though she's in the mood for impassioned speeches, so people she doesn't like would actually be best!*

*so! Is sitting around practicing guitar in a vague manner somewhere. this is all for Maja's purposes, at the moment, but anyone can talk to her if they feel like it!*

She hums vaguely to herself as she reads the latest piece of stolen fiction - she's moved over to fiction exclusively after attempting for a time to read history books. She perches on the arm of a couch, sweeping her gaze around the room every couple of minutes. It is more than obvious that her concentration has long since broken, but she ( Read more... )

She sits on the arm of a couch, holding her guitar. The observant will notice that a small, roughly-carved wooden charm, in the shape of, of all things, a palm tree, is hanging from one end of it. A pile of sheet music - it's for the piano, but chords are politely included - lays by her. She glances around several times a minute, subtley trying ( Read more... )

*fumes. With the magical powers of fuming. Has been fuming ever since she found out about Mama Hades talking to backtonormal!Lethe. Will probably continue fuming until someone comes along and makes her stop fuming*

*...in the meantime, though? She's built veritable card mansion rather than a card house. It's a good way to work out anger,

Typist: Here we gogogogo! We can talk about specifics once you get in chat, but for now, here's something to start us off!Esther sits on a couch at the back of the main room. She is dressed more casually than usual, in a t-shirt and jeans. At her feet is a black shoulder bag, large enough to hold a day's provisions, a blanket, a length of thick ( Read more... )

Typist: We're going to have Issues being online at the same time, I think, so here is a nice post where Tom can ellipse at Esther all he wants about this whole election business. Have fun.

...Typist, what are you talking about? *glows*

Typist: ...Nothing!

...Right.

Typist: All right, so... There's nothing in any of my puppet journals for a very long time, and therefore, in this post, you can all come and talk to Esther. Anyone at all who feels like it. Yes, that includes you, Peri. Sort of like a spam post, but just a tiny bit more serious. And open forever and ever.