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[faceofdesai]

Oh my, it has been some time, now hasn't it? I'm afraid I've been a bit out of the loop. How are my darlings doing as of late?

If any of you happen to be in Grey Park in Cordova today, do look for me?

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[maztrusis]

I just... came back from the Blondes Festival, s-so... I-I guess I've been out of the loop, too?

Have you been... doing well...?

[faceofdesai]

What is the Blondes Festival, darling?

As well as can be expected, really~

[maztrusis]

It's... something that was started 3 years ago when my e-economy was bad to help cheer everyone up. There are lots of blondes in my home, so... a festival to celebrate blondes seemed like a good idea...? I-It's really fun and there are many beautiful, blonde girls and... a-and pink and Marilyn Monroe lookalikes and... a-and it's just a lot of fun...!

As... l-long as you're doing all right, then...

[faceofdesai]

That sounds fun~ I didn't know one could create a festival to help with such things that hurt morale.

[daligulvstrand]

[Ten is wandering about, placing his stethoscope to various trees, yes the trees, and listening. He does odd things like this sometime. Every now and then he pauses to scan one with his sonic screwdriver. Currently he's staring at the readings with a perplexed expression. He presses the button a few times, but the screwdriver just makes short bursts of sad little sounds before going dead]

No! Not now, come on, we're not finished yet. You're supposed to have a life of 300 years, you can't die on me right now. [He smacks the end on the palm of his hand a few times until pressing the button makes the light work again.]

[faceofdesai]

[Desai notices him while she's been poking at rounds of odd stitching all about her arms. Whatever he's doing, it's fascinating! So she heads on over and stops a few feet behind him.]

...are the trees saying interesting things while your equipment won't help?

[daligulvstrand]

[The Doctor scrutinizes the sonic screwdriver, looping his stethoscope around his neck again with a frown, deep in concentration.]

Not as much as I had hoped, no. They're being stubbornly quiet. I used to speak such good tree, too. This dialect, it's giving me some trouble. Tricky, but I'll get it eventually.

[He still hasn't turned around but he pauses what he's doing. That voice... Looking over his shoulder, he notices it is indeed Desai. What an odd coincidence! The screwdriver gets pocketed immediately as he turns to face her.]

Ah, if it isn't the Lady Desai. Out and about on a stroll through the trees?

[faceofdesai]

[Desai walks to the last tree that he seemed to be bothering with and gently touches it with a bruised hand.]

If you figure it out, please tell me what they have to say?

[She then smiles over her shoulder to him.]

Something like that. Parks are such wonderful places for me to see my people, when they are calm and not in the hustle and bustle of the city itself.