saturday, feburary 2
[ There don't seem to be any side-effects to Sadaharu's latest concoction. I thought it would be foolish to test the drink on ourselves, which has thankfully led to order and peace. On the downside, I haven't been able to gather any data on the other test subjects since we didn't plant the drink in various vending machines around camp. Sadaharu and I can't communicate normally, but the others function as though nothing had happened. We've both sworn to talk non-stop, today, in an effort to prevent further collection of data and to be sure that everyone would know that I made the drink.
I made the drink.
I made the drink.
I MADE
Mm. This entry is private, isn't it? It's supposed to be public.
I feel jubilant. I can even select the appropriate mood from the drop box. And this is the icon I definitely would want to use with this post.
Oh dear, I'd better write this in LJ; if I put it in my private notes, everyone would read it.
Sadaharu, we don't have anything to talk about.
[ooc; strike ("public" cut) deleted, the post was ultimately filtered to Inui.]
I made the drink.
I made the drink.
I MADE
Mm. This entry is private, isn't it? It's supposed to be public.
I feel jubilant. I can even select the appropriate mood from the drop box. And this is the icon I definitely would want to use with this post.
Oh dear, I'd better write this in LJ; if I put it in my private notes, everyone would read it.
Sadaharu, we don't have anything to talk about.
[ooc; strike ("public" cut) deleted, the post was ultimately filtered to Inui.]