House decorating is a good reason to start a new thread, yes?
[On the forty-second floor of the hotel a door opens and Memory steps out into the hall, yelling following her until she shuts the door. Gah, she adores her guardians, really, but one day Silent and Marshmallon are going to kill each other. Or, rather, Silent would kill Marshmallon. Marshmallon would likely just try to eat the little warrior.
So, no wanting to go back on her invitation for them to walk around her home freely, as she'd let them back home, she'd slipped out rather than sent them back to their cards. That left her alone - given Magic had floated off blushing and mumbling something about the little pharaoh - and she wasn't sure what to do.
Well, there was always shopping for her new home! Granted, it came with a lot of what she needed, but there were some things she could still look for. Particularly if it meant avoiding the crossfire of squabbling duel monsters. So, off she heads to the elevators, wondering who lives in the rooms around her.]
So, no wanting to go back on her invitation for them to walk around her home freely, as she'd let them back home, she'd slipped out rather than sent them back to their cards. That left her alone - given Magic had floated off blushing and mumbling something about the little pharaoh - and she wasn't sure what to do.
Well, there was always shopping for her new home! Granted, it came with a lot of what she needed, but there were some things she could still look for. Particularly if it meant avoiding the crossfire of squabbling duel monsters. So, off she heads to the elevators, wondering who lives in the rooms around her.]