[The handwriting is slightly lopsided.]

Does anybody near Wellspring have gardening shears?

( :¤ rustle ¤: )

(radio memory)

[The memory begins softly - the unfamiliar voice of a young girl, plaintive and frightened.]

Are we...not human?

[The voice that answers is, unmistakably, Kurayami's - but calm, gentle, detached, perhaps a little melancholy at most. The tone of an authority figure.]

Nobody knows what we are. For now, we call ourselves the [ ( Read more... )

Someone gave me a radio. Great.
^ Probably the Tree

How do I turn it off?

I thought I should mention that I won't be taking portrait sittings at my studio anymore, or over the journals. If you want one done, you know where to find me. If you don't know, ask somebody who does. That's the best I can do right now, I think. I don't want anyone innocent to get hurt ( Read more... )

Hmm, I wonder who took that picture.

Not that I'm going to complain about getting a few basics for the newborns, but.

[Secretly, she's a bit flabbergasted that anybody has been bidding on her at all. Not that she's going to write that down.]

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You know what? There's no such thing as a safe zone here. If there's one thing I learned from the last month, it's that. Not in the Wilderness and not in the residential areas. Not on the journals and not off them ( Read more... )

[[Written rapidly in wobbly letters that trail down the page--she is hunkered down against the wall immediately under her window, with all the lights off, and there are things moving around outside.]]

I hate this place I hate this place

SO MUCH

is there anybody on Melee?

Most of the sketches have been identified. Not quite all, though.

Simon? If you have a free minute sometime, there's something I'd like to hear your thoughts on.