Who: Lily, Open What: Lily is doing laundry during the storm and meets people she'll likely forget meeting altogether in an hour. Where: Section 6, Organic Level When: March 18th, evening Warnings: . . . None that I know of . . .
Gengar descended the stairs, humming to himself absently, thinking about what he could do with all the stuff on the trees. When he was a kid, the potential of all the little odds and ends in the drawer in the kitchen, hte potential of blank paper, had always impressed him... but he'd never been able to make anything out of what he found. But there were blank books and art supplies in section eight. He could make a scrapbook, or a picture book, or maybe write his autobiography. That'd be funny, what would he call it? From Weenie to Meanie?
But as he reached Section Six, he realized he was hungry. So he ducked into the organic level to pick up an apple. He glanced at the girl there, washing clothes... and something--maybe it was her hair--made him think of Gardevoir. He stifled a sigh.
"Hey there!" He called. "Kekeke."
((OOC: Sorry this took me so long. I was going to hold off so I wasn't dominating like all the logs going rite nao, but then no onre replied, so then I was going to, but I was super busyt with homework and was having
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But as he reached Section Six, he realized he was hungry. So he ducked into the organic level to pick up an apple. He glanced at the girl there, washing clothes... and something--maybe it was her hair--made him think of Gardevoir. He stifled a sigh.
"Hey there!" He called. "Kekeke."
((OOC: Sorry this took me so long. I was going to hold off so I wasn't dominating like all the logs going rite nao, but then no onre replied, so then I was going to, but I was super busyt with homework and was having ( ... )
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