protocol, perhaps; VOICE

[mongoosegrin]

[pleasantly:] Hello.

[a beat. this is so funny; is anybody even able to hear him talk through a little circle-thing?]

I like your place, I think. Can you tell me about it more?

Comments

voice;

[mykimlasca]

[Regardless of her condition, Natalia's voice is cordial]

It's hardly our place, but it can be pleasant. It's called Splendor City.

[mongoosegrin]

"Splendor City"...Do you think it is living up to "splendorous", miss?

[mykimlasca]

In some aspects, no. I think it's conduct towards us is quite fickle.

[mongoosegrin]

Fickle as nature is? Or perhaps you are referring to something different.

[mykimlasca]

This world ranges from utmost random events to a brief amount of time where things are relatively normal. We can never tell when they will switch.

[mongoosegrin]

And what is it that passes for...normal in such a place? Where the buildings and trees have little unity.

[mykimlasca]

Not having paint bubbles floating about or roses that induce one into a deep sleep.

[mongoosegrin]

Hah-? [beat.

amused:] Is that all.