[The writing is jittery, and sloppy and most definately not Sollux's. Like it was being written in the dark.]

We need help! We're in the great hall! And he's sick! I'm using his journal! Please come! I don't know what to do!

((Isabella got ahold of Sollux's journal after he got bit by a weaver :3))

*Sollux has found the bees. While he is quite upset that they will not do any computing for him (seriously, what good are they?), he is not sure if the honey is useless yet. He's got a few stings on his arms (and there may be a few stunned and/or charred bees on the ground by the hives), but has generally done a good job of harvesting a few jars ( Read more... )

*Sollux is sulking chilling at the boat house. Cause being by water totally won't make him more depressed.*

look, ii hate a2kiing for help wiith thii2 2tupiid thiing.

but where do ii fiind other color2? black ju2t feel2 wrong.

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