Ladies and gentlemen...
When I start writing Book 9, I had a title in mind. And it was a good title. It was a glorious title. It echoed a phrase we'd already seen in the books themselves, and it was cool, and haunting, and awesome...
But for some reason, it wasn't a "Final Book" title.
I don't know why. Some titles suit the last book of a series. Some suit the first. This title — my lovely, glorious title — suited the first.
I'm not going to tell you what it was, because I do plan to use it at some stage — and I never let a good idea go to waste.
But suddenly I had a problem. I needed a new title.
I needed a new title that sounded like a final book. I needed a new title that fit alongside Kingdom of the Wicked and Last Stand of Dead Men. I needed something almost... poetic.
And so I came up with this.
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Yes happy bloganiversary or whatever it's called Trip. :)
Elizabeth: Ah yes, Boots and Incha have never exactly seen eye to eye and with everything the candidates are going through at the moment, that can get even more physical than it needs to be.
She's attacked him. He's attacked her but they know that it's not to escalate.
I know it might seem farfetched but that's the unfortunate thing that comes with the temper.
*chokes down a few angry words*
Well, another thing, she knows that Lorcan is a silver mage.
And he knows he isn't the only one.
Dedications these days are so legendary hahaha
Matex, I know, right?
Don't dis. Bees deserve a dedication.
No they don't! They only keep everything alive!
My dedications are the best;3
But they also make honey!
Hello!
And I've only gotten the Atlas glitch.
*Elizabeth shifted suspiciously*
Elizabeth: Lorcan is the one and only silver mage.
What you saw with Incha was her adapting to learn a new power. She's still a werewolf.
The who and the whatnow Tia?
And what is this new power?
Tia, imagine a Banshee you have no idea where it is until you run into it and it picks you up and pushes its hand through your stomach. Which normally wouldn't be so bad: Apart from when you're running to the extraction zone on Platinum and you're the only survivor and there's 10 seconds left of a match.
Hey Tia
I should probably just go, as I don't seem to be participating in the conversation or getting anything done irl.
Goodbye. [hugs]
Goodbye Fabi. *hugs*
I forgot when my blogversary is... sometime in September...
Apparently mine is some time in August.
Bye Fabi!
Sorry I'm so distant; I'm revising.
Ahhh, sorry I'm so distant!!
Hello anyone that may have appeared! :D
Elizabeth: Having the silver power.
As you can imagine, it is tricky but they are progressing well.
*pinches the bridge of his nose*
Wait, what? What have you been doing while I've been gone?
Elizabeth: Lorcan's wolf lost his battle with the silver poisoning but it has given Lorcan something else.
A magnificent gift and power.
I've been coming up with a way for the candidates to have this same gift but to keep their wolf.
Hey Silente, Trip and Dragona!
You don't even get the health bar and red outline of the Banshee?
And subscribe to Jumpinproductions, a great guy to follow for Mass Effect stuff, here's a funny Atlas glitch by him:
http://youtu.be/-h5MpRJRcoc
(We're taking Mass Effect)
Tia, you can see the health bar when you're aiming directly at it but nothing else. No red outline, no nothing. OCCASIONALLY you get to see their biotic field, but other times you don't. It was one of those times.
*talking
Hey Pup!
Is it your disk? Maybe it's serverside - the game hasn't been maintained for a while now.
Hello Amethyst! (Can I call you Amy?)
Right, well I suggest you talk to her about it all, lest she start spreading rumours. Rumours start uprisings.
Hey Stalky!
Hello Silente!
Hello Tia! Yes, you can call me that :)
Hey Trip!
Tia - no, it's nothing wrong with my disk. It's a known glitch, like the Atlas-on-roof-shooting-from-above.
How are ya pup?
I'm fine. What about you?
Sleepy even though its only 5:15 or so. Otherwise though I'm fine! How you coping with the crazy bug?
*hums a jolly song*
*Elizabeth nods and turns to walk towards the medical bay when she hears an awful coughing sound coming from the canteen.
She frowns as she heads towards the canteen to see Paul, who was part of the original werewolf program with Lorcan, sitting at a table coughing really hard. He looked sick*
HELLO!
Wbd, I think. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm actually really lucky because my memory is so good that for science and things I just have to go over it to kind of refresh myself, and because my teachers are so great so I learnt it clearly in the first place, and also because, you know, it's science, it's interesting - I'll remember it.
Like, for biology. I think I just really have to read through everything.
Damn. O_O
ICT'll be a lot harder, because the lessons are boring so I don't remember any of it. XD
#ChaseForBookNine
It is rather hot in Rome.... Fuck.
@Death: I imagine it would be, it being Italy. :/
Hi!
#ChaseForBookNine
Hello Star and Death :)
Hey Flora! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
So, whatcha guys doin'?
@Tia: Revising. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm not doing anything...
HEY STAR
HEY DEATH
Sorry if I'm distant! Revising Philosophy:3
@Lantern: Okay. :)
I GET TO REVISE OSMOSIS IN A MINUTE! C:
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm bored to tears...
*Mushroom
I TOLD YOU I'D SCREW THESE NAMES UP. *facepalm*
#ChaseForBookNine
@Chi: I'm sorry about that . . . :(
Is there anything I can do to relieve your boredom?
#ChaseForBookNine
*the Midnight Hotel pops out of the ground with a noise like the dead rising from the grave*
*and I stumble out and flop face-first into Blogland*
*whispers* Four hours of Algebra . . .
Hello Annika/Clara!
Which one should I call you now?
*stammers weakly*
Call me anything except late for dinner.
*faints*
@Clara: That sounds very fun. :O
#ChaseForBookNine
*looks up*
*disoriented*
Revising . . . Osmosis?
*rushes over to Annika*
*pokes her*
Are you okay?
*grabs Amethyst by the lapels*
*uses Amethyst to drag myself to me feet*
*whispers* I really hate college.
*runs sobbing into the Midnight Hotel*
@Clara: The science-y kind.
You know.
The process in which water moves from a lower concentration of solute to a higher concentration of solute through a semi-permeable membrane.
Not the awesome kind.
You know.
The process in which Oscar loves Precocious and becomes a better person, and Precocious loves Oscar and becomes cleaner.
Bbs, dinner. D:
#ChaseForBookNine
*pokes Annika with a stick*
Yes, yes, poke you, I will. Old Jedi healing method, it is.
*my
(Back)
*looks at Clara laying down*
*moves over standing next to amethyst*
*runs after her*
*hugs Annika*
*grimly takes the hug with the air of someone accepting a barrel of toxic waste*
...*poke*
*pokes Amethyst*
Hey..
*pokes Clara*
Let me guess. Too much revision?
*pokes everyone*
*pokes Amethyst twice*
Revision?
REVISION?
*wails in anguish*
Fours hours of revision I can handle with a cheery disposition and a damn fine cup of tea, but fours hours of algebra?
*weeps sadly*
*my pet towel inches towards me along the carpet*
*coming to see if I'm okay*
*smiles sadly at Clara*
Lives hard. Its okay, its over now.
**life's
IF ANYONE HERE HAS FACEBOOK PLEASE LIKE THE NEW PAGE I GOT FROM ROBIN:
https://www.facebook.com/MrPleasantYoureASkeleton?hc_location=timeline
THANK ILY <3
*squints at Silente's 'Life's hard, but it's over now' comment*
Was that a thinly-veiled threat?
*pokes Silente thrice*
No I'm mean life's hard but the algebra is over now. If I was going to threaten you it would not be hidden.
Thrice, by-the-by, is a word that is not used nearly enough in common conversation.
*looks at Silente*
*dramatic music plays in the background*
...is there any word after thrice?
*pokes Amethyst quince*
...isn't quince some kinda fruit tree? I looked it up :D
*looks at Clara*
BACK!
@Mushroom: I don't have Facebook.
Or Twitter.
Or Instagram.
Or Snapchat.
Or Tumblr.
*laughs* XD
#ChaseForBookNine
Well, how do you know she didn't intend to poke you with a fruit tree? Or poke your fruit tree?
Would anyone here mind reading something I've written quickly?
It's fine if not! :)
I wouldn't mind, Flora! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*looks at Silente*
*the music intensifies*
*pokes amethyst 4 times because sh can't find the word for 4 times*
*pokes Silente one more time than previously poked*
*stares back at Clara*
*pokes amethyst 5 times*
*pokes her in the eye*
STAAAAAAAAAAAAAR YOU NEED TO GET TWITTER AND SNAPCHAT AND TUMBLR <3
IF YOU SAY SO, MUSHROOM. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Music: Baby you and I are
Undeniable
Bona fide and now love's
Unreliable-
*frantically changes the radio station before people get the wrong idea*
*pokes Silente 6 times and pokes her in both eyes*
*pokes amethyst 7 times*
*pokes her in both eyes*
*pokes her in the ear*
*blushes red at the song she just changed*
*continues glaring at Clara*
*pokes Silente 8 times*
*pokes her in both eyes*
*pokes her in both ears*
*pokes her nose*
*runs away*
*is drawn*
*poke amethyst or stare at Clara*
*decisions decisions*
*shifts uncomfortably*
*unable to take my eyes off Silente*
Radio: I swear that I could see forever
In your eyes
Paradise
*changes the radio station*
*coughs*
*runs off to do something else*
*anything else*
*runs back to Silente with safety goggles and earmuffs*
*pokes Silente 9 times*
*pokes her in both eyes*
*pokes her in both ears*
*pokes her nose twice*
*gets to another room*
*and doubles over laughing*
*pulls out the remote that controls the hotel radio*
Th-that . . . that was great . . . heheh . . .
I need to do that again . . .
*alls into a chair laughing*
*tears streaming from my eyes*
*falls
*pokes Amy with a tree*
Because magic.
*pokes amethysts cheeks twice each*
*pokes her forehead twice*
*pokes her chin twice*
*pokes her stomach 4 times*
*pokes her face 19 times*
*runs vamp speed away*
*pokes Tia with a tree twice*
*pulls a radio-style overhead mic down from the ceiling*
*shouts* NO POKING IN MY LOBBY!
Please refrain from this action, unless you are on the lawn.
*runs after Silente*
*tackles her*
*pokes her*
*pauses*
*tickles her*
*laughs*
How do I add something to my name? I can't seem to find the option for it.
(How can you run as fast/faster than a vampire?))
*yells* SORRY!
*runs out of lobby*
((Magic :D))
*walks into Midnight Hotel*
*without wiping shoes upon entry*
:O
((Le sigh))
*runs out of the hotel*
*tackles amethyst*
*pokes her numerous times*
*tickles her*
((I'll revise it then!))
*grabs a nearby motorcycle*
*races after Silente*
*jumps off motorcycle*
*tackles her*
*pokes her*
*pauses*
*tickles her*
*laughs*
*speaks into the microphone*
*which functions as an intercom system*
*shouts* TIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*whispers* Click edit profile.
*puts the mic away*
*returns to the lobby*
*sits in the swivel chair behind the check-in desk*
May I help you, miss . . ?
*laughs* Stop it! *laughs more*
*uncontrollable laughter*
*pushes Silente away*
Stop... *tackles Silente*
*tickles her* *pokes her*
*runs away*
*into the lobby of the hotel*
*shouts*
I shall be forced to install vampire traps in my lobby if you don't cut it out!
I totally second what Luce said, Star. Especially Snapchat and Twitter! :D
And, Star, you are a beauty! :D
Thank you!
Right, so basically this is from something I've been writing for a while now - I don't know if you've read it before? Though if you have it's probably changed drastically.
But anyway, here's a few things you need to know before you read it:
The narrator is Cynthia. She's talking Rian.
They're lying on her bed - she's got her head rested on his stomach.
His tattoo is on his rib, on his side. Yes he is topless but there is a reason for that but it would be too complicated to explain and give lots away (Idk if you'll read the finished thing later).
Also, the last two lines are from an E.E.Cummings poem which is Cynthia's favourite.
Ahh, sorry, I've rambled.
Basically, I just can't find what I don't like about the passage, so I figured I'd ask someone what they thought.
Like, does it make sense? Does it flow okay? etc etc
Thank you!
(I'll post it in another comment)
Ah, hello Ms Crowley. I am Tia Halcyon, ruler of some place far, far away that will probably suffer a major drop in morale, production and war readiness if I was to ever return.
I'm also a Warrior Chronomancer, but that's another story entirely.
I am here to request a room, and stay in it until the Hotel reaches Ireland.
You game? *slides some notes into Clara's hand*
*races after her*
*tackles her in the lobby*
*smiles apologetically at Clara*
*drags amethyt out by her feet*
*dumps her on the lawn*
*continues tickling her*
"I run my fingertips along his tattoo as I keep my eyes on the ceiling above. I know where it is, I've traced it numerous times and its imprint is forged in my mind. But when I place my fingers upon it I realise that, to the touch, its invisible. Ink stained into the skin; a permanent, chosen scar of beauty.
Rian flinches slightly and his muscles tense beneath me.
"Tickles," he says softly, a smile laced through his words.
"Sorry," I say and drop my hand.
His fingers find mine and he ties them together.
The room has grown darker now, so much so that I can hardly see the swirls in the ceiling. The lonely streetlight that stands outside my window has switched on and creates a square of fake, bright orange on one of the bare walls, but apart from that there's nothing to brighten the room. We almost seem luminescent in this half-light.
I glance around at all the fairy lights I can see in the corners of my vision. My previous relief.
Every single set lays still, no electricity coursing through them and weaving a low, nearly inaudible buzz throughout the air. They haven't been used in a while, but that's okay, there hasn't been a need for them. Everything is still in my head, of course, but at the far depths where it will fade over time. I know it will always be there, how could I ever forget it? But it won't control me. I won't let it. I'm lucky: I have Rian.
I think of Rian and his tattoo. His way of taking control. His way of not letting it control him.
I roll my head on his stomach as I turn my face to Rian. He frowns slightly as he looks along his torso to where I'm rested.
"What is it?"
"I was just thinking maybe I should get one."
The skin around his eyes tightens slightly. He's confused.
"A tattoo?" he says.
I nod, ever-so slightly.
Rian's eyes drop down to where his tattoo is, even though I know he can't see it from that angle.
"What would you get?"
I bite my lip and run my gaze along the headboard as I think. Then I return them to Rian's face. "I don't know yet."
Rian nods, still looking towards his tattoo.
I move so I'm facing the ceiling again. Thoughts and ideas start to churn though my mind but nothing seems right. It has to mean something.
Then Rian says, "I could give you one right now, if you want."
Looking back at him I see him grinning at me through the dark. He raises his left hand and shows the pen he's grabbed from the bedside table. I smile.
"Only if you're sure it won't hurt. I'm terrible with needles." I raise my eyebrows in the centre, mock worried.
Rian catches he joke and reforms his features into determination. "Lady, I have been well trained. I graduated from the National Tattoo, er, Institute of...Tattoos...and stuff." His words slowly become more jumbled and confused.
Laughter cracks my façade. "Oh, alright then."
Rian untangles our fingers and takes hold of my wrist, pulling it up so he can reach it properly.
He bites the pen lid off and, keeping it between his teeth, says, "Don't move, alright?"
"Alright," I laugh.
Then he drops the pen to the underside of my forearm and starts writing. It tickles slightly and the ink is cold, but I just focus on Rian's concentrating face. His lips are pulled together in a tight, thin line as his eyes squint slightly. Then it all loosens and falls as he raises his gaze and smiles at me softly.
I lift my arm from his chest and hold it above me, reading the dark, messy words that are written across my skin.
I carry your heart
I carry it in my heart"
Sorry about getting in the way of everyone's RP -.-'
Yes of course, that will be no trouble, no trouble at all. My, I have had an abundance of guests in the last few days.
*pockets the money*
*dollar signs flash in my eyes*
Thank-you-kindly.
*ducks under the desk*
*returns with an ornate, rose-shaped key, with the Greek letter lambda engraved on it*
Yours is Room 11. Enjoy your stay.
((I'm sorry vampire traps?))
*laughs* Help! Stop it! *laughs more*
*tries tickling Silente and poking her*
*stops tickling her*
*grabs her around the waist*
*jumps to the top of a tree*
*hangs her upsidedown from a branch by her shoe lases*
*smiles at her and jumps out the tree*
*looks in, decides its too odd to go into Blogland, backs out*
((Hey zaffydoodles!))
*stares at the key*
*picks it up, sniffs it*
*stares suspiciously at Clara*
Do you have an anti-assassination policy? I'd rather not die during my stay.
*waves at Zaf* Hey there :)
SALTY! SALT SHAKER!
Zaf! Help!
*swings on tree, trying to reach shoes*
I assure you, any and all assassinations that take place in this hotel are carried out by me personally. You are perfectly safe. You can be even safer for $2,000 more.
*dollar signs flash in my eyes*
*jumps into a nabouring tree*
*smiles and waves at her*
Hey! Yo ho!
SALTY! GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!
SALT SHAKER!
*tries to throw fire at Silente*
*throws fire at tree branch*
BURN, TREE! BURN!
Flora,
I like it. But the odd word... Seems a little out of place. It's eloquently written, so the odd monosyllabic, informal pieces of lexis are peculiar.
And "I know where it is," could probably be expanded. Like, uh...
"I know exactly where it is, where it begins and where it ends; I know it like any ordinary person knows the alphabet, because its imprint is forged into my mind thanks to the numerous times I have traced it before."
or something a billion times better, but you get what I mean, right? Idk.
*shrugs* Other than that, it's ridiculously brilliant.
*stares at Clara*
What- what do you mean I'll be safer?
@Flora: You're awesome at writing. :) *hugs*
Wait a minute for me to attempt to give coherent feedback. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*rolls her eyes at amethyst*
*jumps over to her tree*
Hello.
*grips her around the waist so she won't fall*
*unties her shoe lases and holds her*
*turns her the right way around*
*sets her down in the tree*
*shrugs lazily*
I have a complex bribing system here at the Midnight Hotel. A little extra cash, and I won't put you on the guest list. That's safer. A little extra cash, and I won't let anyone come up to visit you. That's safer. A little extra cash, and I'll make sure the maid only puts DEAD towels in your room. That's safer.
That sort of thing.
*hugs Silente* SALT SHAKER! YOU'RE THE BEST! ...except sometimes... *shakes head* Nevermind!
*jumps off tree*
I liked the tone of it, because it was a quiet kind of feeling that isn't serious or emotional but those would be the closest comparisons, but it was light-hearted enough not to be too . . . not light. *frowns*
Plus you felt the scene quite well; it drew you into it quite accurately.
I think.
#ChaseForBookNine
*said tree explodes because it was a dynamite tree*
WHO BLEW UP MY DYNAMITE TREE?!
*jumps down after her*
*lands gently on the ground 30 feet below*
*catches amethyst before she goes splat*
*puts her down*
*walks back to the midnight hotel*
*waves a resigned hullo to Silente*
Resigned hullo.
*follows Silente*
Ah, I see.
You're not getting my money!
*storms up to room 11*
*realises that Clara's already been given a hefty lump of money*
*opens backpack to retrieve a book*
*starts reading Hotel Sabotage 101*
*waves enthusiastically back*
*mouths* hello! I'm back! Yey!
*looks back at tree*
*glances around nervously*
*runs into hotel*
*sighs*
*pulls out a typewriter from under my desk*
*begins work on the sequel to my best-selling novel, Hotel Sabotage 101*
*the sequel is called Hotel Sabotage 101: The Son of Hotel Sabotage*
*sighs* or it just exploded because the dynamite got ripe....*wanders to treehouse
*sneaks closer to Clara*
*stands behind her*
*looks at the title of what she's writing*
*nods and looks around the hotel*
*it looks diffrnt from behind the desk*
*looks up at Silente*
. . . Tell me, Silente, do you miss . . .
*stops*
*frowns*
*shakes head and continues writing*
Never mind.
*looks at Clara*
Do I miss what?
Never mind.
*shakes head*
I am a mature and responsible hotel-owner, now. I have no time for, nor any business in, adventuring.
*looks around hotel*
*ponders getting a room*
What? Do I miss what?
*pokes her arm*
Tell me what you were going to ask.
*to Amethyst*
Rooms are cheap, but life is cheaper.
. . .
. . . That's my new slogan. Like it?
*closes eyes*
Silente . . . do you miss . . .
*seizes Silente's hands*
*drags her upstairs*
*bursts out onto the second-floor balcony in a burst of glitter and the blood of my enemies*
BEING
MY
SIDEKICK?
*furiously storms downstairs and slams the book on Clara's desk*
This is an outrage! I bet $500 that none of these would even work - and you call yourself a hotel owner!
*glares at Clara*
*thinks a while*
*slowly nods*
I do. I do miss being you /partner/ ah the times we had!
*looks at the blood*
*shudders and moves away from it*
...*nods* It's ... *tries thinking of better words than different*
*mutters* unique? creative? ...It's ...aha!
*nods* It's exceptional!
*mutters* That wasn't too good...
*trots downstairs, leaving Silente on the balcony*
*adjusts glasses*
*rolls eyes*
Of COURSE none of them work, Ms Halcyon! What kind of hotel owner would I be if I sold a book full of ACTUAL hotel sabotage? I would be ruined forever! Selling the weapon of my own destruction!
*speaks to Silente through the hotel intercom*
I too, miss it sometimes. Ah, such adventures we had! I with my daring-do and fantastic coat, you with your . . . whatever you provided. How lovely life was then!
*sighs at the mess Clara has left herself*
*goes to find cleaning supplies*
*to Amethyst*
I'm glad it meets with your 'approval.'
*picks up the book*
*crosses out the section marked as "Baiting The Hotel Owner"
I will be back.
(in the distance, to herself)
Pipes, pipes, let's find the pipes.
So, how much is a room?
I'm going....I'm not...never mind why bother
Hello Zafira! How are you?
*to Amethyst, I give the black binder*
The rates are written here.
*to Silente, I speak through the intercom*
You needn't worry about the clean-up. The maid will take care of that.
*to Tia, shouting up the stairs*
I'm watching you!
*walks unnatural close to Amy, whispering*
Do you happen to know where the pipes are?
*I snap my fingers*
*a door opens in the hall next to Tia*
*revealing a closet full of smoking pipes and tobacco*
*looks through black binder*
*looks up at Tia* *whispers* Ask Friendship Manuel? Maybe he knows? I don't know...
Pissed, irritated, bored
*shakes her head deciding to clean it anyway*
*after all the blood is distracting*
*comes back to the balcony with cleaning supplies*
*puts on a nose peg*
*starts cleaning it as quick as vampirically possible*
((Chin up zaffy!))
Got any plans, Zaf?
I FOUND THE PIPES!!!
Why thank you, Silente, what a splendid sidekick you make.
*hugs Silente, to show that it's all in good fun, and she is appreciated*
*returns downstairs*
*to bunker down in preparation for war*
No I have no plans. I'm off school. I'm quite furious.
@Star: Thank youuu, I think I understand what you mean :)
@Luce: Thank you to you tooo :) I think I get what you're saying. Though some of those words are precisely chosen exactly because they stand out. I like putting together words that shouldn't really fit, because that way you can't predict the flow of language and the text becomes kinda broken while still being whole. But I'll work on it being not so broken.
And I know what you mean about the bit you mentioned. This any better?
"I run my fingertips along his tattoo as I keep my eyes on the ceiling above. I know exactly where it is. I know where each word begins and ends, and I know their curves and edges. I've traced them time and time again, and now their imprint is forged in my mind; burnt there like a brand, glaring and unmistakable . But when I place my fingers upon it I realise that, to the touch, it's invisible. Ink stained into the skin; a permanent, chosen scar of beauty."
*hands back binder*
*digs through wallet and takes out a stack of money*
*nods* This should be enough!
*hands money over to Annika*
Whoops, forgot to change the last bit...
"But when I place my fingers upon them I realise that, to the touch, they're invisible. Ink stained into the skin; a permanent, chosen scar of beauty."
There you go
*takes the money*
*makes it disappear via a cheap slight-of-hand trick*
*produces, by use of the same trick, a cold black key with the Greek letter alpha engraved on it*
Yours is Room 1. Enjoy your stay.
*walks up to Clara*
I wish to thank you, for you have shown me where the pipes are.
I am so very grateful, for pipes are all I needed. I no longer need to find other things, or figure out how to use them for sabotage.
Nope, you can expect nothing but peace from me.
However, *leans in and whispers* I heard Mr Bliss is somewhere in the Hotel.
Why don't you look for him while I do absolutely nothing dangerous.
*leans in and whispers*
Ms. Halycon,
I highly doubt Mr. Bliss can be both within my hotel and six feet under a graveyard at the same time.
*smiles like a crocodile*
Thanks! *takes key*
*goes into Room 1*
Ah, ok Zaf. Same here. I'm just reading The Highway Code and will soon revise. Pretty boring.
Maybe try writing a fanfiction (or try getting inspired to write a fanfiction)
Oooo, actually though, Luce, what words felt out of place?
Realised I can't work on it if I don't know exactly what I'm working on! Haha :P
*sees the hotel* ugh that place. Of course people flock there. Its a madhouse.
I'm just bored out of my mind, I want to join in but ever since the post last Friday I've felt less welcome here.
Flora, that sounds a lot better.
Just the odd word like okay and messy. They seem too... colloquial.
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