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[byweavinglives]

The harpies are gone, and if you are not Rosella, and you are not out of the Warehouse by midnight, I will personally incinerate your belongings.

And I don't particuarly feel inclined to clean up after you, so if you leave a mess, I will not be pleased.

No mess.

No.

Mess.

Now.

No mess.

Comments

[orangetoughguy]

Is there anything I can do?

[byweavinglives]

Do you know how to start the incinerator?

[orangetoughguy]

I can learn how.

[byweavinglives]

There's too much trash. I need to clean it up.

[nosferotofu]

I can't tell if you're joking.

[byweavinglives]

Does it matter?

v o i c e ][

[specifics]

Sounds a little hazardous.

v o i c e ][

[byweavinglives]

I'm sure I won't injure myself.

v o i c e ][

[specifics]

[ Still...trying to figure out if it's a joke or not...not...succeeding... ]

If you say so.

Why'd you have people staying with you in the first place?

v o i c e ][

[byweavinglives]

We had incidents, this past few weeks.

[had_not_lived]

[brb, packing and running.]

[byweavinglives]

[Pack faster, small delicious teenager.]

[primrosella]

The harpies aren't the only thing that's gone.

[byweavinglives]

What else is missing?

[primrosella]

My horse--he's not in the barn, I don't know what could have happened!

[byweavinglives]

Oh, he's fine. I took him out.