MERRRRRRRRRY CHRISTMAS!
I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas day, whether you celebrate it or not. I hope this day is fun and filled with laughter and that you spend it surrounded by friends and family.
And to set you on your way, here is the Twelve Days of Fandom video (actually two videos, because apparently Youtube can't handle that much editing in one go). Thanks to everyone who took part — it has taken up two days of my life putting all this together, but it was so worth it. Some of you can really sing! And some of you really CAN'T. The videos I saw were funny, sweet, genuine, wacky, impressive, silly, and some of them were downright CUTE (Melissa and her doggy — I mean COME ON!)
The lyrics were written by myself and Laura Jordan (not Valkyrie-Laura, but an awesome Laura just the same!) and it features a special appearance by one Miss Holly Smale.
Have a great Christmas, everybody.
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((MARA THIS IS BRILLIANT SHUT UP NO)))
*leads her in*
*gently sets her down on the couch*
*wanders into the kitchen*
*wipes off everything he intend to touch with a moist towelette*
*and begins to make tea*
*he starts humming 'Nice Boy Like Me'*
Do you know for sure that I did not, Ms. Dark?
((hugs Adra and Star))
((I don't really feel like roleplaying, so I might just go now...))
#ChaseForBook9
((hugs Mara))
I think I have a duck in my back yard...
(Did I ever tell you about that advert I've seen on the bus?
There's this girl holding a mobile, and she kind of has her head raised in a way that she's acting confident, like she's trying to BE confident, implying that she wasn't but she's decided to be, and then it says "She's finally plucked up the courage to call Childline.
Make sure someone's there to answer her call."
And I was just crying.
Because she will have spent months feeling sick about it, and now she'll have finally managed it, she'll finally do it, and she'll just be feeling kind of lightheaded and wondering if she was a dream, and she'll feel so glad she did it, but she'll be so nervous about doing it, she'll feel sick, and if no one answers . . . that's just horrible. She spent all that time trying to do it, and now she did, and it's all for nothing, and she's going to go on with her terrible life that makes her so upset and she won't have any escape route AND IT'S JUST HORRIBLE and arghhhh. D:)
#ChaseForBookNine
(You butt, no you didn't.)
*She plops down, looking at her hands, which are wringing themselves*
It is entirely up to you, Ms. Fabienne. You shall be missed, dearly.
(Fabi, no!
*reaches out for Fabi's retreating form*
Nooooooo . . .
*her voice trails away as Fabi disappears into the darkness*
*wails in horror*
*as it begins to rain*
*and the wolves start growling in the darkness*
*and rose petals swirl around her*
*as she watches the sunset*
*from the window of a train*
*and a single tear rolls down her cheek*
*whispers* Goodbye, Fabi.)
Fab, I'll miss ya. *hugs*
Oh, an btw, next song: I poked a tree
then: worshipping grass.
( :/ okay Fabi- *hugs* I love you! Don't hesitate to email if you need to )
(Star that is depressing. Jesus. English adverts...)
@Lantern: :( *hugs*
It's okay if you don't roleplay. :) I can't promise to talk to you though; I should be asleep. :/
@Mara: Lol, what? :P I'm the one who can't roleplay. You're fantastic! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Worshipping grass, though..)
*returns to the room*
*with a very clean tray laden with the tea*
*sets it on the coffee table*
Cream?
Sugar?
( that was the best farewell ever, Anni)
Sugar, please
(I enjoy dramatic farewells rather more than I should.)
@Adra: Thanks. :)
Did I tell you about the one the other day? That song in the background "So here it is, Merry Christmas, everybody's having fun . . ."
"Lucy, Christmas Eve. Too scared to sleep."
"Whathisname, Boxing Day. Battered and beaten."
Everybody is having fun, indeed.
And those ones about the starving children.
And I watched Comic Relief last year and I still reference to it.
(but it was her face.
The way she held her chin up, acting confident, but proving it to herself more than anything.)
And yes.
#ChaseForBookNine
Next song: goodbye from a train
*drops a sugar cube into the tea*
*stirs it in*
*and passes it to Adra*
There you are.
*takes his tea*
*and sits down across from Adra*
Doctor says that tea is the best solution for everything.
(Adverts sometimes guilt people and make them feel bad for being happy.)
Sorry, I just saw a Childline advert at the bottom of the lyrics website . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
*Sips her tea* The motto of the UK, that is
Heh.
*sips his tea*
She fancies herself English, I think.
Speaking of tea... I got this really neat tea infuser that looks like a duck and you put the tea leaves in and it like moves...
@Adra: On Comic Relief, David Tennant was in this hospital with these dying children and he was yelling at the screen, telling us that the majority of people who watched Comic Relief didn't donate anything and if we were that person, sat at home and not donating, then we should be feeling really guilty because there were children here, DYING . . .
. . . At that point, my family donated. :P
But you shouldn't fee bad for being happy. The world sucks, but it has to suck to be awesome. And you should be happy, because happiness is always good. However, you should also help others to be happy, if you can. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm going to go to sleep now I think.
Nanite (: x
She is an anglophiliac, it's a wonder why she hasn't lived there.
@Snow: :) Sounds awesome. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Night, lovely! *hugs*
I love David. That is true, though...)
Fours, Mara. :)
Damn, you're always on after I leave AND I'M STILL HERE. :P
#ChaseForBooknine
((hugs Snow, Adra, Star and Maralie))
((Nods to Sir))
((The wind tosses her hair in and out of her face, obscuring her twisted expression of sadness and uncertainty))
((She reaches back towards Annika, before the darkness swallows her, her cry of "Remember me!" lost to the wind.))
Star - nOBODY UNDERSTANDS HOW MUCH IT HURTS TO BE A DIRECTIONER AND SEE ONE DIRECTION IN GHANA CRYING AND TELLING PEOPLE TO DONATE
i think i donated £10 and it didn't even go through because i was irish so basically i just wasted €10 buy i dON'T CARE I WANT TO SEE MY BOYS HAPPY
okay now i'm gone
(Hm. Sir, are you still here?)
@Adra: *nodding*
I think I'll go to sleep now. :) Fours, everyone.
#ChaseForBookNine
(Maralie!
*runs in slow motion towards her retreating silhouette*
Mara . . .
*she disappears into the darkness*
*heart gets ripped in half*
. . . lie . . .
*the wind whips around me*
*my hair fans out behind me*
*and crisp autumn leaves twirl around my ankles*
*as I walk slowly home*
*in the dark*
*as the wolves growl*
*and the monsters lurk in the dark*
*I cry*
M-M-Maralie . . .)
(Fabi.. *tear*
*hugs Meera*)
*but
fuck
NOBODY WILL EVER GET THAT JOKE I'M CRYING SO HARD I'M HILARIOUS OH MY GOD
stop i'm leaving now right now
((Idk, that wasn't as good as a response as it could've been.))
((You're brilliant, by the way, Anni.))
((And everyone else is awesome/amazing/perfect as well.))
((Goodbye for now.))
(Goodnight, Star! *hugs*)
Indeed, Ms. Dark.
Last song on the album: remember me
ANNI PLS STOP I NEED TO SLEEP IT'S HALF ONE IN THE MORNING STOP DRAGGING ME BACK HERE
but i do appreciate the dramatic farewell
(I get it Mara.
Why.)
(Bye Fabri)
(Star!
*screams to the bleeding sky*
Star!
WHY MUST ALL MY LOVED ONES LEAVE ME!
*wails a soul-rending scream*
*and begins to weep*
*as my Disney princess gown ripples in the wind*)
...
Good bye, Ms. Inkbright, Charm, and Fabienne.
She lived in London for a while.
In . . . in 1890.
*coughs*
*sets down his tea*
How are you feeling?
Are you feeling better?
(Okay. I was curious.
Hm.
I feel like whenever I talk to you, my mind just transforms into that of a child and then I always act childishly and stupid. I have no clue why. *facepalm* Sorry for that.)
Perhaps to merely create an dynamic juxtaposition, Ms. Dark.
In any case, there is no need to apologize.
No you don't adra
*strokes Louis' cheek* *shoves him and Harry into a room naked*
you will never understand
well damn i was meant to be gone 721 hours ago
I am, thank you. *Throws on her best smile* About by a thousand times.
(What the hell, Mara?
Perhaps... Still. I always think I offend you and I never know. Harrumph. I need to work on that.)
Ms. Dark, you never offend me.
*smiles*
That's good.
If you had died, I-Doctor Precocious would have been devastated.
I have to go, torn away in my prime crazines by my deranged parents who think I need sunlight!
alas, blogland, I now take my leave! Farewll my dear friends....
but.... I dont want to go....
*disappears*
no
see
you don't understand
larry stylinson for life
*tears up*
tbh i'm a harry and a louis girl and i ship them together whAT IS MY LIFE.
It's normal I swear
There's always rivalry between the Larry shippers and the Elounor shippers /:
I should stop freaking people out now hmmm
(I still think I do, though. Hush now. Let me think that and try to make myself a better person.)
*Continues to smile* Well, it was thanks to you, my friend.
(Bye Snow! *hugs*)
(Mara.$
(*reaches out*
SNOOOOOOOOOOOW!
*her voice echoes "Nooooo!" through the darkness*
*lies down in an alley*
*and freezes to death*
*her bloody hands clasped together*
*whispers* S-s-snow . . .
Why did you l-l-leave me . . .)
*hides in a bush*
*whispers*
Sirasdos
Or
Adrasir
Hmm, yes, it was thanks to me, wasn't it?
*flips his hair dramatically*
*laughs*
Think nothing of it.
I did not become a Life-Giver to let women die.
Good bye, Ms. Stormberg.
Ms. Charm, if your ships are so full of holes, you may as well not even put them in the harbor.
(I DO NOT LIKE SIRASDOS.
*crosses her arms*
Harrumph.)
Annisir
Or
Sirika
(*claps a hand over her mouth*
*points at Maralie*
OH SNAP.)
I'M CHOKING
(oh damn SHOTS FIRED)
(. . .
*there is a small dark cloud hovering over her head*)
Ms. Charm, please, these are entirely inappropriate.
(*points at Maralie*
YOU GOT BURNED.)
Or anyone....
In any case, I'm sure Doctor is anxious to get back to you...
Sir is getting sassy *snaps fingers in a Z formation*
(Oh my fuck.
No
Not sirasdos.
Tadra
Or get out.)
*turns faintly pink*
I . . . I'd prefer it if you didn't talk like that.
(I just took a snapshot I'm printing this and framing it)
What? I just mean that I'm sure you want to go back to her and do couple-y things
ADRA I JUST SCREENSHOTTED THIS TOO I'M CRYING
(This is . . . this is rather beautiful.)
...
*sighs*
i had a thing i was going to comment
but it's v explicit
so um
enjoy an emoji of larry(:
👬
(Sir is my new role model. Guys. Sassy Sir is the best. )
(MARA)
*turns a darker red*
. . .
. . .
. . . What on earth do you think we do!?
SASSY SIR IS OFFICIALLY THE NEW MASCOT OF BLOGLAND
well i'm sorry adra god
*sighs once more*
*much longer this time*
i have another explicit thing to comment
um
ANNI STOP TALKING ABOUT INNUENDOS
enjoy this emoji of zerrie (:
👫
(. . .
. . .
*looks on in stupefied contemplation*)
(Accepted)
I DON'T KNOW? KISS? CLEAN? HELL IF I KNOW
Sirasdos? No. I think prisir would be better.
oh, im back btw!!
(I can't help thinking that it's a sad state of affairs when so few people can think of sassy comebacks that those who do get to become mascots.
Sassy comebacks are one of life's great joys.)
(*Takes a deep breath* *Sighs longer than Sir*)
Greetings, Ms. Stormberg.
Again, I would appreciate it if you refrained from shipping me with anyone.
nah i think sirip is perf tbh it's my brotp
(trip + sir)
(Awww that's adorable, Snow)
(I dunno if I ship that though)
I don't particularly want to discuss Doctor with you, even if she is the only thing we have in common.
*finishes his tea*
(FUCK OFF MEERALIE NO)
imagine if i was never born
hmmm
a lot of people would be happier and not scarred for life tbh
Well okay then.
or traralie :)))))
*goes to put away the tea tray*
Do you want another cup of tea?
And many more would be quite saddened, Ms. Charm.
Plot twist: sir loves all this shipping
(All of the shipping in the air is making me cough.
I swear, there have been more ships on this page then I've ever seen in one place.)
(GET OUT OF IT MARA NO)
*Shakes her head*
they wouldn't be saddened if i was never bornnnn thoughhhhh(:
oh is sassy sir getting soft on me :))))
(Head canon accepted, Snow)
*takes her empty cup*
*takes all the dishes to the sink*
*starts to wash them*
*very*
*thoroughly*
Is there anything else I can do to help? Anything at all?
or snip/trow would be cute tbh
*Pauses* No, thank you.
Hmmm... I know: priphoto
You are mistaken, Ms. Stormberg.
Ms. Charm, if you were not born, than there would be many, many, many situations in which you were not there to make people laugh. Therefore, bereft of this level of happiness, they would technically be more miserable without you.
(I will carve you into mince meat TADRA)
I SHOULDN'T BE UP THIS LATE I AM LAUGHING AT MY POSTER
(*does a spit take at Priphoto*)
Are you sure?
*begins drying the dishes with a washcloth*
Mara, I have to agree even if I love slea and tadra.
snip would be the best ship name
(I love you Maralie)
Absolutely
@Mara: Have you ever watched It's A Wonderful Life? One of the best films ever. The main character wishes he was never born, and this angel makes it cone true, and he stumbles around in this town and all his friends were really badly off and everything, and it was all so much worse, and even though he had thiught he never got anywhere and he wrecked everyone's lives and it would be better if he didn't exist, it wasn't.
*hugs*
The world would be a darker place without you. :)
*MUST go to sleeo now*
(I believe Osmosis is still the best ship name.
. . . Oh, dear Lord, they're roping me into the shipping conversation.)
(Bye bye Staralarrrr *hugs*)
(Tadra and Adrip are two of my most favorite ships. Although Adrip hurts Tadra so much ow)
Sir - Eh. Not necessarilyyyy. But, y'know, thanks. :)
Adra - madra tho
that's irish for dog
is maith liom an madra seo. tá sé alainn.
or tricocious
Well . . . if you're absolutely certain you don't need me.
Take care of yourself.
*nods politely*
*and leaves the lab*
*he's left it in a much cleaner state than it was in before*
Bye star... ooh!! Starir...?
(Tricocious?
Now you are only randomly stitching names together.)
*walks down the street*
*staring vaguely at the ground*
*and wondering what to make of the day's events*
Oohh! Faboto!!
*waves*
*Waits for the door to ship at presently goes to the back of the lab, and sits in the deep snow*
*Sheds her coat, her scarf, and her longer shirt, leaving herself in just a tank top and a skirt*
*Falls into the snow, and begins to consume as much snow as she can, doing her best to lose her body temperature*
*Begins to bury herself*
(Sounds like a dinosaur)
Star - I don't really understand whyyy it would be bad without me thoughhh
like i have not saved anyone's life
so even if i wasn't born, everything would basically be the same except no me (:
like if jesy nelson wasn't born everything would be so different
or if liam payne wasn't born god almighty save us
but i'm nothing special tbh. just one small candle in a world of flame :)))
i'm not depressed or anything rn tho, don't worry. Just thinking about stuff. Meh.
*checks his watch*
*and is still looking at it*
*when he walks into a lamp post*
OW!
trarry
oh my god
((Can snow meet oscar anni???))
*looks down at himself*
*and the dirt all down his front*
Ugh.
*reaches into his pocket*
*looking for a moist towelette*
*his towelette pocket is empty*
*gasps in horror*
*suddenly feels very small and scared*
(Mara- I wouldn't have someone to cheer me up. This conversation just now was the best I've had all day. It's made my foul mood disappear. *hugs*)
(Give him a minute.
Then yes.)
*Eats as much snow as she can, letting for it settle closely in next to her skin, chilling it*
*She pulls her hair up into a bun, and pulls her boots off, then her socks, burying her feet deep into the snow*
*It is very, very cold*
*She doesn't care, and continues to make herself as cold as she can*
((Kay))
*frantically checks his trouser pockets*
*all four of them*
Oh.
Oh oh oh oh.
*checks his other jacket pockets*
Oh oh oh oh o-
*pats one of his coat pockets*
*rips it open*
*breaths a sigh of relief*
*and pulls out a moist towelette*
*starts wiping off his shirt*
. . ?
*reaches into the pocket*
*and pulls out a tiny white note*
Note: Just in case. xoxo, DP
. . .
. . .
*suddenly feels dizzily happy*
but like i'm not the main person in this conversation
everyone else made it funny. i just kind of scarred everyone for life :p
*Begins to softly cry, then that turn into chokes sobs as she struggles to breathe between stuffing her face with snow*
*Her skin is bright red, which she knows will turn to black soon enough*
*Lays back in the snow and lifts the hem of her shirt a bit, piling snow over her legs and stomach*
*Looks up, still crying*
(Hush Mara. You were.)
(Snow, you can come meet Oscar now.)
(I have returned for good if anyone is interested)
*sits on a park bench, sighing*
*all the trees are long-dead, and not a leaf remains*
*the wind makes a rather entertaining whistling sound, as it whips through the branches*
(Wb Zafira)
*Does her best to cover her arms, placing her neck against the snow with a sharp cry of pain from the chill through her body* *Continues to swallow the snow, feeling her body temperature rapidly falling*
(I'm afraid I can only stay for a little over an hour more.)
Welcome back, Ms. Kerias.
i'd rather not thx :P
i think i need to sleep now bc i'm talking to my posters
nanite x
*backs against the tree feeling the purople vapour around me as I scream*
Ravel: *comes out of nowhere and ends up fighting Serpine* Leave. Her. Alone.
Serpine: She is a non-believer, also wanted by the master.
Ravel: Do I care? No. *stabs in stomach* Go
((Whoo... now how should I enter... ah, I know!!))
*snow, pursued by 2 annoyed looking people, runs down the street and past a man looking at a note. She smiles, seeing the perfect opportunity to get rid of these thugs*
* she stops in front of him, smilimg brightly* hi! Do me a favore and pretend you know me?
(Okay Annika)
*She sobs harder, her body trembling with the sharp chill all around her* *Sobs rack through her body* *She closes her eyes and wishes for it to end soon*
(Nanite lovely *hugs*)
*looks surprised*
*the note flutters to the ground*
. . .
*pushes her aside*
*steps up to the two persons*
Hullo. You seem to be gentlemen with legitimate grievances.
I hope I can solve any disputes, here.
Though I can't see any respectable reason why two "gentlemen" would like to chase a young girl through the streets.
*Priya jumps from a tree and next to Sir*
*blinks*
*snow smiles brightly* that would probably because... well... I dont know, I do a lot of things that annoy people... but, thats my job.... what did I do to you two?
*both men in union say:* broke into our work, hacked a computer and got us fired.
ah...
I see.
Was it an important computer?
If so, Ulysses V has likely already hacked it. He is the head of my tech department.
*flips open his phone*
Shall I give him a ring and recover the data files for you?
*Her eyes close and Adra is dragged from the snow*
*There is muffled yelling, and a pile of blankets is wrapped around her as she sits in front of a fire, dazed, still crying*
-
*Priya blinks, wondering if he heard her* *realizes he might want to be alone* *Hops off the bench after signing a quick apology*
*She retreats back to her branches*
*one of the men glares at oscar* are you trying to be smart? *he craxks his knuckles*
*snow looks at oscar* you know what? RUN!! *she bolts down the street*
...
*looks up*
Ms. Priya, what on earth are you apologizing for?
Serpine: *throws Ravel against tree* Zafira shall we?
Get. Away. You are a disgusting creature I rather kiss Alastair then go to the Palace
Serpine: *grabs by neck* Now I would be kind, or else that serum comes out
I...am....my.....name *coughs*
Ravel: *comes from behind Serpine and stabs him in the back
*knees Serpine*
Serpine: Zafira darling *points the hand st Christopher, not using it yet*
Ah . . .
*bolts after Snow*
*shouts* I think they don't like you!
This way!
*ducks into an alley*
You think?! *she follows him down the ally*
*alley
*eyes widen* Leave him alone.
Serpine: That will be two lost to us, who knows what Niccolò has done to Olivia.
*sends shadows at him*
Serpine: oh very well *leaves
*Priya stops, then hangs upside down from a branch* *Signs* "You looked like you'd rather be alone*
*hits 5 on the speed dial of his phone*
Come on . . . pick up . . . pick up . . .
Ah! Mr. Finish!
First of all, how are you?
. . . That's nice. Is she pretty?
Well, you have a decent shot, I suppose. If she doesn't mind the fact that you wear nothing but spandex and sequins.
I could've sworn I had a reason for calling, what was it, let me think, oh yeah!
GET US A PORTAL IN THE ALLEY OUTSIDE JERRY'S PIZZA PALACE.
NOW.
*snaps phone shut*
... sorry about pulling you into this. Its a long story including me faking my death.
((God I love my crazy mind)
Ms. Priya, you are already here.
*gestures to the bench*
*picks Christopher up* Ravel I want to go back.
Ravel: we will now take Christopher with you. *takes back to Roarhaven*
Jekyll: good god who did this to you both?
Serpine.
Jekyll: *sits Zafira down where she's staying* *turns to Ravel and addresses his wounds quickly going back to Zafira* I warned you to behave
Yes yes yes, I know all about faking deaths.
*looks distracted*
I tried it once, but I got so excited about it I had to tell someone, and that rather spoiled the secret.
*an orange flame blossoms in the wall*
*and spreads outwards, forming a diamond-shaped portal*
*on the other side, Snow can see a portal caster*
*his face screwed up in concentration*
*and an attractive gentleman in a sequined jacket and spandex pants*
Photo: What are you waiting for!?
Jump in, idiot!
I mean, boss.
*She let's go of the tree, doing an impressive flip, and lands in the soft snow, barefoot* *She pads over to the bench and sits, cross-legged*
I tried.
Jekyll: try try try didn't I tell you that you're way too weak? *puts the iv in her* sleep
*mutters but curls up sleeping*
Jekyll: *looks at Ravel* How bad?
Ravel: she trusts me to hold her and believes I am engaged to her
*snow grins and grabs oscars arm, pulling him through*
*she lets go of his arm and smiles at both men* thank you very much
So, Ms. Priya. What brought you to these trees?
Well, you're very welco-
Photo: *pushes in front of him*
*takes Snow's hand*
*and kisses it*
Enchante. My name is Photo Finish. Pleased to meet you.
*mutters* I thought you had a date tonight.
Photo: *mutters* I thought you didn't save damsels in distress.
Jekyll: I unlocked her memories of her kids. I'm afraid to touch more. That IV will keep her asleep for a bit.
*Priya pauses, not wanting to give her reason, then signs anyway* "I was hoping one of my friends would be here."
Truly, now? An interesting place to look, but I suppose I shouldn't judge.
*laughs* Snow Stormberg. And I have a boy friend. And you have a date. And I am not a damsel in destress. Im a detective
Ravel: *sighs* She won't get better, will she?
Jekyll: I doubt she will be herself, she will have relapses of memory loss.
Ravel: *runs hand through her hair* She may not remember me?
Jekyll: She may.
*Priya nods slowly*
Photo: *has his "I just got shot down by a sassy lady and now I'm sad." face on*
Are you alright, Mr. Finish?
Photo: *straightens up*
*and flicks a loose sequin off his shoulder*
I'm fine.
You have your "I just got shot down by a sassy lady and now I'm sad." face on.
Photo: Please, sir, leave me to my humiliation.
*laughs*
*turns his attention to Snow*
You'll have to forgive him. He's a bit . . .
*twirls a finger at his temple*
Photo: This from the man who washes his hands every half-hour and uses a different toothbrush every morning.
Not now, Mr. Finish, not now.
*shrugs*
*snow smiles* *she pats photos head* youd be in for a chance if I didnt have a boyfriend.
*turns to oscar* so, name? I have to repay you, so I need a name.
*Priya wiggles her toes, then carefully places them into the snowdrift, letting the cold seep between her toes*
*Giggles*
...
You...
*shakes his head*
Oscar Neurotic. Call me Oscar.
*shakes her hand*
And payment isn't necessary. It was a pleasure. I seem to find myself more inclined to help people these days.
Photo: *bitterly mimics Oscar's movements behind his back*
*turns around*
*sees Photo with his hands behind his back, standing at attention, lazily staring at the ceiling*
*sighs*
*turns back to Snow*
As you may have guessed, that is Photo Q. Finish. He's the man on the beat around here. He gets things done.
Photo: *nods*
*Priya glances up, a questioning glance*
*flaps a hand*
Worry not, Ms. Priya, merely an idle thought.
Oscar? As in, Doctor's ex-enamy/boyfriend Oscar?
*smiles slightly and points at photo* you do realize he's mocking you, right?
*Priya shrugs, and goes back to wiggling her toes*
*Then hops to her feet, beginning to construct a snow cube*
*settles down in the bench*
Hang it all, are there no secrets in Blogland anymore?
*looks distressed*
We . . . we are a couple, yes, but I detest the word boyfriend. It makes me sound like a schoolboy.
*directed at Photo* And stop mocking me, or I'll make you wear regulation uniform.
Photo: *looks agog and aghast*
But there are no sequins at all!
Well then . . .
Photo: *meekly steps aside*
No secrets from detectives.
nice sequins by the way. *this last part is to photo*
*In a matter of minutes, Priya has constructed a fabulous snow cube and a replica of the Venus de Milo on top*
*nods, satisfied*
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