( Long ago and far away, there was a Land of Pasta,
and in that land lived a prince who loved pasta. )

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I think Pero got out... I went to feed him this morning and I um tripped... I hope he'll be okay. I left the door open in case he wants to get back in again, his food is in there after all. But I don't know if he really got out... It's too dark to tell.

Oh, and... There was something that I... I wrote this down, but I can't read it. Never mind, I' ( Read more... )

[dream sequence, open action]

Angelica is sitting on a stool in an office, which is finding its self lacking in informative furniture. To her left is a mirror that stands out on the other-wise blank wall. It's hard to identify just what type of office this is but maybe the man sitting at the desk chair will give a hint? He looks like a doctor but ( Read more... )

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Oh, there's a lot of people here today, some of them look very confused. Maybe they're lost? Do you think they took a wrong turn somewhere? I hope they don't ask me for direction, I don't have a map. I don't think I recognize anyone in this crowd. It'd be nice to see Mr.Marco though...

I think something's wrong with Pero...

[[ooc; standard ( Read more... )

Oh, it's raining... photographs? Who had the time to take all of these anyways? I wonder whose pictures these are... I found one of me and Mr.Marco, but I don't understand what's going on or who took it. I think I'll keep it and tape it in my notebook, I might understand it better later. Is this what Henrietta does?

[[ooc; Anyone can find one of ( Read more... )

I guess it's been long enough that- well... everyone's okay now, right? Mr.Shiki and Miss.Akiha? I'm sorry that I forgot about... and how to...

[a brief interlude with a retelling (reliving in Angelica's case) of this, viewable to all.]

Mr.Marco... Why?

["accidental" video post]

[Angelica is quite obviously at the range, the violin case is left at her feet and she's loading her gun, her hair up in a pony tail. As she does this she is completely silent, focused on her work and the strange movements of her shadow go unnoticed. After a while though, she lifts her head suddenly and looks around.Wh- ( Read more... )

I'm sorry about a couple of days ago... I hope I didn't say anything too strange or was too insistent on everyone calling me 'Angelina'... Where does that name come from even? Today seems strange though, I keep hearing someone talking to me, didn't something like this happen before? I don't really remember it too well... Maybe I wrote it in my ( Read more... )