The following has been sent out to all Theatre of Shadows registrants...
My friends,
Many of you have spotted the facebook incursion on Sunday from escaped fugitive Silas Nadir. He’s taunting us. We need your help now more than ever.
The first clue to Nadir's location arrived late last night and we set our three top code-breakers to solve the puzzle.
This morning, they were each found dead in their homes. On the wall beside each body was scrawled "Silas 3, Sanctuary 0."
And so we must call upon you.
Time is of the essence. Before they were killed, our code-breakers worked out that the clues seem to point to an unusual sequence of numbers. They managed to fill in not one space before Nadir found them: ? ? . ? ?, leaving us four spaces to fill for now.
Remember Nadir's promised us three clues: so to throw him and his accomplices off the scent, the next clue will be sent out to all those registered to Theatre of Shadows. If you haven't already – be sure to sign up for free as a matter of urgency. Operatives in the US, Norway and Sweden we know that registration is an impossibility for you right now: rest assured we will need you for the third clue. You are crucial too.
Here’s the first clue:
1. Take the number of letters in my magical discipline (here's a hint, idiots — it's a two-worded ability), then multiply that by the age of the Jitter Girls. Add to this the number of rooms in the Midnight Hotel and then subtract the age of a sorcerer named Petrichor. With me so far? Keeping up? Now put in a decimal point (do you know what that is?), then the amount of damns I give about any one of you, and follow this with the maximum number of Dead Men there is at any one time. Now subtract the number of babies stolen by the goblin brothers. Whatever their names are. Ugly little critters, the lot of them. Not as ugly as the babies, though.
And that's all he's given us to fill in ? ? . ? ?. The Sanctuary’s resources are stretched so terribly thin… please help us find Nadir before he can kill again.
And be wary. He found our first code-breakers. He could find any of you, too.
Yours in magic,
Grand Mage Erskine Ravel
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*this was the harder part*
*wiggled her fingers slightly and the wood of the statue starts changing, morthing, becoming soft and furry*
*closes her eyes and focuses hard*
*clenched her hands, sweat beading on her forehead*
*holds her breath, trembling slightly, as the statue came to life*
*takes a deep breath in and opens one eye*
Brb cousin wants to play a game
*smiles when a cat pounces onto her lap and starts purring*
*opens both eyes and looks down at the cat*
It WORKED!
*grins and pets the cat*
Good kitty kitty. Cute kitty kitty.
Gtg :( BYE!!!
*Casha sighed as she looked up.*
Casha: It's not good. His infection is back but the doctor doesn't think it's because of his wolf. That its a relapse from the first time he was infected, because he never healed properly.
There's nothing to do but just let him ride it out but there is the possibility of not making it, if his infection gets the better of him.
*She took Ariana and gently felt her shoulder blades. She smiled as she made a big face at Ariana.*
Casha: You have wings!! Oh my little angel!!
*Ariana giggled*
Fucking Hell. I seriously can not deal with this anymore. Stress and pain and everything is all crashing down around me and I'm sick and no one believes me and I can't sleep and I just hate it! I'm so sick of living like this!!! I can't take it anymore!
Fuck it.
I'm out.
Okay kitty kitty, let's see if we can swap you back.
*smiles knowing its easier changing back to a statue than making a statue alive*
*slowly opens her hand, keeping it mostly curled and watching the cat grow hard, only into plastic this time*
*smiles as mist flows to her palm and the kitty begins to shrink down, into a perfect miniature form*
Magic..
(...hugs Rose. I'msorry..)
So I came on for no reason...
I swear to god if she does not answer me soon I am going to go insane.
I have a discipline similar to the "animation" you were recently discussing. The only difference, I think, is that I can only turn objects into living things if they were living to begin with. I could make a doll into Alexis, but only if I'd already made Alexis into the doll.
I can also fuse living things into plants, though that is another matter entirely.
Why did you make that child a doll? She's so useful.
Hey Loki. Hey Alastair.
Yeah it is similar I suppose...
Except for the living thing. It doesn't have to be living in my case. Just there. But it takes a lot more energy if it wasn't already living. Although with each practice it gets easier.
I could make Loki into a harmless painting and say it was fan art.
*grins*
That would be fun.
Do not touch me.
Just to toy with her family. I don't find her useful for anything else, anyway.
I wouldn't have to touch you. No physical contact is required for it.
*pauses for a moment* How would you do it, then?
What else can you do? Actually...I have a question, before my sister comes. Can you hear her in your mind like the other names? I always wondered what her reaction to being in your head was.
Silente, I have not currently done anything wrong, I would like to raise my twins.
Well, if you read up for one, you could see how I did it to that cat statue. But unless you're willing to stay still and be a test dummy Alastair I'm afraid I can't show you.
I can, but only barely. Her voice a so smal, it's hardly worth mentioning.
I'll stand here.
Alice, email Rose, tell your author....please....this is bad.-Zaf
*raises an eyebrow*
You're going to let me turn you into a tiny little wooden statue? What's to stop me not turning you back?
((My author already has, Zafira.))
Suppose I'm trusting you, on a whim.
((Okay...thank you...maybe you can help...well Ari..but you get the idea....-Zaf))
What has she been saying? I just...I just want to know what's happening to her while she's stuck.
Okay. Trust. Sure.
*moves her hands so they're slightly cupped*
This may or may not hurt. I wouldn't know.
*closes her eyes and takes a breath in before opening her eyes*
*the air inside Alastair will feel like its shifting, pushing against his skin, along with his energy*
*a slight silver mist starts leaving him as his skin hardens, stiffens, and slowly starts turning to wood*
*the process works from the outside inwards*
*after about 30 seconds Alastair is a life sized wooden statue and the remaining whisps of that mist flow into her hands*
You turned Alastair into a statue....
Not very much. It's possible someone's taken her in, fed her illusions, but last I heard she was just wandering aimlessly, sore and broken from all the noise in her head. From losing control of herself.
((Assume I said that before I was turned, then.
Do I still have a consciousness as a statue?))
They torment each other in your head?! Can you tell who may be torturing her? I cannot believe...they torture each other. I have had my mind opened to many things, but that seems to top strange.
((Depends how far gone I've changed you. In this case yes.))
Yes. I did. He looks weird as wood.
*knocks on his head*
Right. First, I'm told the names torture each other, now I just watched Alastair turn to wood. What can happen next?
I'll turn you into an oil painting if you want.
*raises an eyebrow at Loki*
Oh, I've been wooden before; just only ever living wood, until this point.
Better change him back I suppose. Don't feel like being beaten to death by fangirls.
*the mist starts floating away from her hands, back towards Alastair, and starts getting absorbed by the wood*
*nothing seems to happen at first, his insides change before his outside*
*but then the wood starts to crack and soften, changing back to skin*
*smiles as the last of the mist that had come from Alastair flows back to him, changing him completely back into Alastair*
Kindly do not. *pokes to eye of the wooden Alastair* If we chopped him up for firewood, what would happen?
Creepy.
You'd burn him presumably. Then unless someone turned his ashes into a statue somehow he would remain dead. Like if I turned you into a drawing then ripped up the drawing, when I brought you back you'd be in shreds and you'd bleed to death.
*smiles at him*
Oh, that was kind of you.
Yes. It was. Be glad I changed you back instead of just shrinking you down and stepping on you, turning you into loads of little splinters.
Did it hurt?
Well I would like to not be turned into anything. *looks at Alastair* Can my sister feel anything that is happening to her inside your head?
That's a shame Loki. You'd look cute as a tiny teddy to give to one of your twins.
ROSE!!! *tacklehugs*
You'd be cute floating out to sea.
Hey...
I missed you so much. *keeps close* Stay with me.
Yes I'm sure I would be.
*sighs*
You don't even have to be creative anymore with death threats. Salt water won't bother me as much now...
I didn't think so.
No, she won't feel any of it.
I don't know if I'll stay. I've hit rock bottom again.
((My author and I both hope that you're alright.))
I'm far from alright. I'm fine.
I am here to bring you afloat, I always will be. Even if timezones keep us apart, I will be *pokes her heart* Right there, every second of every day.
What...did the other names say to her? They must have known she's different.
((Alastair- one day when you're on, I would really like to rp Zan in your head.-Zaf))
Sorry Rose. I..I hope life stops screwing you over one day. *virtual hug because youre hugging Loki right now*
You don't THINK so?
*frowns*
Loki...
Life is a fucking bastard who keeps trying to crush me. It won't let up. Ever.
Then tell it to fuck off, yes I cursed. Tell it to leave you alone before I come in and destroy it. You are my warrior, even if we need some training sessions on Asgardian fighting, you are a warrior.
...it might do? Try thinking positively?
My Loki just swore...
And life won't. It will just dump more shit on me. It's only a matter of time. And I am no warrior. You just got lucky with the noose.
(OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING! OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY!!!!)
There is a reason behind it breaking, you still have a lot to live for. Life is cruel and greedy, but you just have to keep thinking of positive things. Small, or even something simple as you are dating a god in roleplay, something to make you want to wake up every morning.
No. Viv. That is the song dad turn into a screamo to wake us up of a morning...
*cartwheels in*
(Wow, it's been a while)
*looks around*
Ah
*hugs Death*
Sil, Loki, life ain't that easy.
Hey Kes. Long time no see.
(GOOD MORNING!!!! Yes I realize that I'm in a timezone past noon but STILL!!! *frowns*. Your dad turns Oklahoma into screamo? That sacrilege. )
*hugs* No matter what, you still have me.
Hey :)
Yeah, it has been
Are you...okay?
(Sil?)
My dad does weird things.
Loki...
Kes. Nope. Not even damn close. I'm fine, though. I'm always fine.
Hello, Midgardian.
(Have any other musicals been thus butchered in your house?)
Hey Kessy.
Life sucks Deathy. And you know that better than me. But..there's almost always a shimmer of light. Even if its just online friends who love you and want to help. So...don't let life win? Don't let life push you down. Cause its a bitch and a bully. And targets the wrong people.
Death, *hugs again*
I know we haven't talked in forever and we were never incredibly close, but you can email/rant at/complain to/whatever me whenever you want
I dedicate this page to anyone who is struggling, keep going. You have light at the end of a tunnel, you will live. Just keep on going.
Hey, Storm *waves*
*waves back at Kessy*
Youre the only Vamp in blogland now.
What happened to you?
No, not really, Viv.
Maybe life has always had it out for me, Sil. Since that day in prep when I was strangled going past the boy's toilets.
I love you Kes. Thanks.
Hear hear, Loki.
Blake happened to me.
*raises glass to ded*
Life goes after the wrong people Deathy. It's really stupid...someone should bitch slap it and set it straight.
*cuddles with Rose*
I fucking hate whoever wrote that.... And it was yesterday... That's even worse...
http://a-random-comment.blogspot.com.au/2013/05/death-thorn-rose.html?m=0#comment-form
Death, you were...strangled going past the boys' toilets?
Love you, too :)
Storm, could you...elaborate? I'm intrigued
Hear hear to the dedication!
*fires sceptre at life* Leave my Rose alone, or I will split your skull and make you bleed out slowly as you die...begging for mercy. I will make you long for something sweet as pain.
Someone should, Sil.
*Cuddles with Loki, half sobbing from the comment on ARCK*
Yeah Kes.
(The weather is frightning.
The thunder and lightning,
Seem to be having their way.....
But as far as I'm concerned it's a lovely day
And everything's okkkkkkk....
Isn't it a lovely day to be caught in the rain?
You were going on your way, now you must remain!
Let the rain pitter patter cause it really doesn't matter if the skies are grey.
Isn't it a lovely day!?)
*glares at that stupid last Anon*
They don't know what they're talking about, Death. Just be you and ignore the idiots. They're just jealous, anyway
(Gtg, may bbl)
Thank you, Loki.
*Snuggles*
Bye Kes...
@Death that idiot is wrong.
@Kessy yeah i wish I could but Blake didn't explain it properly. When we asked for him to explain her refused. All we got was 'he's an exorist. Vampires are demons. He got rid of the vamp inside her' which, you know, I can see working with remants. But its not like vampires possess you, its more like YOU CHANGE SPECIES altogether. Magic not demons. But hey, they won't explain it fully.
*kisses her head* You're my Australian, and I love you, and if I have to beat life daily, I will.
Oh. Bye Kess.
Sil... :/
And you're my Asgardian, and I love you too...
Hey guys! Cousins have left and I'm now free!!!
@Sil: Sorted your discipline out yet?
Hey Rhy...
Hey Rose!
Hey Rhyds. Yeah pretty much. Might tweek it now and then.
@Death its true. I don't know who they are but its wrong. You're awesome. We all love you. Roki is cute and sweet.
*reads the comment on Rose' s link*
They did NOT!!!!
*tracks that person down, skins their pet bunny and leaves it on their pillow*
Thanks Sil....
Yeah, I know, Viv. I saw that and actually started to cry...
Brb need to restart my phone
I think I'm going to try and sleep for a few hours... I'll be back about 4:30am (my time) because that's when I usually wake up...
*gently kisses her cheek, happy to have her close* You're so beautiful.
Hey Viv.
@Death you don't need to thank me for telling the truth.
Sleep well, Rose. I'll keep our twins safe, and I'll be here waiting.
@Rose bye then. Don't forget everyone here loves you! Especially Loki.
Back! Wbd though
(Hello)
Just seen the comment someone put to Rose on ARCK blog.....okay, I'm tempted to reply and be as mean as possible.
(Helllllooooooooooooo?)
(Do it Rhy)
Back! Wbd, msd
Rhydian, don't. It's not worth it. Don't give them the attention they're looking for
(Hello)
*sighs and goes back to Dugglyns treehouse*
*uses a portal to get to the porch*
*lays flat on her back there, hugging Patch*
*do you think Chi got the flowers?*
*even if she did she probably threw them away*
*yeah. Is throw them away if I was her*
*especially considering how bad that pun was*
*what do I do then, if i meet her face to face she'll arrest me again*
*so you get arrested*
Hi again, Storm!
...Wow, I missed a lot
Done
Sorry kes, couldn't help myself. They had to be told. I just set them straight, I tried my best to be polite....might have failed
*get arrested and what, wait for Dug to save me again*
*you have to apologise to her face, nothing else will work*
*or just plain NOTHING will work*
*that doesn't mean you don't try*
*but what if she doesnt give us time to say sorry?*
*then you keep trying, again and again, until you do*
*i dont have an eterniry anymore brain*
Rhydian, don't apologise to me.
I just think ARCK is a really great thing, and one comment shouldn't be allowed to ruin it
(Storm, what did you do to Chi?)
My comment basically told them that bitchiness wasn't allowed and that they should back off. Don't think I did much
(Dont feel bad Kes. You can miss a lot just by missing one day round here.)
*you never did*
*we could just leave it*
*that wont help in the slightest*
*okay how many seconds do you think you'll have between seeing Chi and being arrested by Chi?*
*minus ten seconds*
*minus?*
*knowing her, yes. Minus*
Rhydian, yeah, I read it :)
I'VE JUST REALISED
TODAY IS MY SECOND BLOGVERSARY
(Nothing that was intended to annoy her..I was experimenting with some sigils and started draining some people's energy slightly. She freaked because it could have accidently hurt the twins and now hates me.)
HAPPY SECOND BLOGVERSARY KES!!!! *sings and dances*
*still laying in a pool of blood, absentmindedly wondering why he isn't dead yet, and why his friends aren't here yet*
(HAPPY SECOND BLOGAVERSARY!)
(Hello.)
THANK YOU :D
Storm, ah. Understandable.
Hi Dragona!
*picks up a greeting card and, dipping a finger in his own blood writing Happy Blogversary, Best Wishes in his best cursive*
(Hey Draggie)
*has no idea where Viv is*
Why thank you, Vivanus :)
*appears by Vivanus, eyeing him carefully* What happened to you?
*runs away from Alastair*
Gtg now :( I'll come back later!!!
Bye Rhydian!
(I gtg too, bbl)
(Bye Rhyds!)
*sits up and sets Patch aside*
*leans back against the wall*
*smiles slightly- it's been some time since anyone here ran away from him* It's alright, Kestrel. I'm not here to hurt anyone.
(Bye Kessy)
(Hi/Bye Kestrel and Rhydian!)
((Goodbye, both of you.))
((Bored. Insufferably bored.))
(Then I suggest this: http://www.freetetris.org/game.php
)
*can't speak, taps the floor next to the bullet*
Is there anything you can think of that might make me compelled to heal you?
((Thank you for the suggestion.))
*taps his ring finger*
IT'S RAINING. :D
(sorry. Mum wants me to help her upload photos onto fb...on a computer that takes YEARS to load...)
(Do what I do. Just say everything in a Chicago accent and suddenly she'll want to do it alone)
(A Chicago accent? Also where is Viv?)
Zanida: *sees Alastair and hides behind her brother* Don't touch myself or Ricci!
I do hope you aren't refering to Silente. After you've killed her repeatedly, you have no sympathy from me. However, fortunately for you, I have a better reason to save you. *lightly touches his shoulder, healing him*
(More masks have been added to the gallery since yesterday.)
http://www.skulduggerypleasant.co.uk/requiem-ball-competition-gallery/
((Still didn't add mine :P -Zaf))
*glances briefly at Zanida* I hope you realize that's practically an invitation to harm you. *sighs* I won't, though, unless you do something stupid again.
Zanida: *is completely and utterly terrified of Alastair*
He isn't going to lay a hand on you, Zanida.
Zanida: He stole my true name...all I ever wanted at this point is to have my name again.
It's not all you've ever wanted. It's only what you want right now. And really, you should have thought of that while I was still threatening you.
Zanida: Define stupid. *slips from behind her brother, drawing her lance* Killing you? I always wondered if I could...*steps closer to Alastair, now in her battle armor* You are a very bad person, Alastair.
I do hope you realize we already figured out a new way to bring over my army, and you cannot even take that power from Zanida, she was born that way.
(I presume this is happening in Blogland at the moment?)
((As I understand it, it is.))
Perhaps I'll let the aspiring protagonists deal with it this time, then, as I should have the last time.
*frowns, watching the goings on from nearby*
*moves closer, in the tree tops, quietly watching*
*looks at them*
Please don't fight...
Zanida: They're pretty worthless, honestly. *she puts away her lance, for now* How fond are you of children?
You really ought to not hurt Zanida, I would love to see what Thor would do if you harmed her anymore. What would it take to get you to go back in time and undo what you did?
*looks at Alastair*
Sympathy? I was saying she'll kill you
I don't plan on fighting anyone, as of yet.
How fond I am of children varies, really. Why?
I've made no move against her so far. But I won't go back and reverse it.
*smiles slightly* Then that's an even poorer reason. She doesn't frighten me. *continues to heal him*
*Cuddles her Alastair*
*the wallpaper is peeling*
*that's the first thing anyone notices, now*
*when they enter the lobby, the first thing they see is the peeling wallpaper*
*and the rotting wood behind it*
*furiously scrubs at the rotting wood with a towel soaked in enchanted chemicals*
What's happening . . . what's happening . . . what in the world . . .
*the rotting is visibly spreading*
*it crackles a little with magic as it rots*
This isn't natural . . .
*nods*
*that is a terrible way to try get Alastair to do anything*
*Alastair could probably take her out before his hand was even turned to wood*
Zanida: I will let you meet my daughter, if you swear to not harm her. Her name is Ricci Thordottir.
I would watch out, Alastair, all she wants is a chance to prove she learned to not mess with you. You also are hurting her, you never did heal her from the sicknesses you have in her, and Thor is concerned they may have been passed on to Ricci.
... Sicknesses?
(Hey Clara...what's happening to the hotel?)
*scrubs harder*
*the rot isn't slowing*
*it started at the carpet, and is working its way up the wall*
*rising panic*
No . . . no . . . no . . . this makes no sense . . .
*abandons the cloth*
*digs around under the desk*
*pulls out a volume of wards and sigils*
*it's called Wards and Sigils for Dummies*
*cuddles his Adra tightly*
I'm not all that interested in meeting your daughter, actually.
*kneels in front of the wall*
*a wood-burner in one hand and the book in the other*
*begins to burn symbols into the wall*
*looks very worn, and very tired*
*dark circles under the eyes*
*hasn't slept in days*
Come on . . . come on . . .
*the symbols glow feebly, uselessly*
*continues to burn more into the wall*
*the rot has almost reached the ceiling*
The mice . . . the rot . . . the mice . . . the rot . . .
*stammering helplessly*
This isn't how it's supposed to go . . .
*Licks her Alastair gently*
Uh...
Okay, its weird...
*goes*
Exactly, but killing Sil would set a whole army of people on you.
Zanida: Would you at least do me a favor and tell me if she's infected with anything I have? She's only half Frost Giant, so I am concerned.
Told you, Alastair does not care about anyone, but himself and Adra. He'll let you die, Zan, and he'd let Ricci die too. That is why I refuse to let him near the twins.
*almost laughs at that*
*killing her would probably just end up with Alastair being congratulated and having a party thrown in his honour*
*at the very least people would thank him*
*grimaces*
*energy flares around one hand*
*presses it against the symbols*
*the wood of the wall it squishy, and drippy*
*the symbols blaze with sudden power*
*and the rotting stops*
Thank God.
*sets the book down*
*flops onto back*
Thank God, thank God, thank God.
*something creaks upstairs*
SHUT UP!
*something creaks again*
*louder this time*
*the ceiling explodes inwards*
*a huge piece of wood crashes down into the lobby below, amid a shower of dust and plaster shards*
*shrieks and tumbles out of the way as the ceiling beam slams into the carpet*
... Can someone please tell me about the infections Zanida keeps mentioning?
Yes, sicknesses. *smirks* They're my favorite discipline.
I don't have any reason to kill her. Gracious, you lot all think in black and white, don't you? There is, believe it or not, something in between.
No, nothing I have you will have passed on to her.
Zanida: Alastair infected me with a lot of sicknesses, so that he could find something to hurt a Frost Giant. Sometimes it is horrid and I can barely move, other times I am like I am now, totally fine.
... But that's horrible. How could you ever do that to someone? What makes you think that you have the right to... to give people infections?
Zanida: Thank you. So Alastair, how did you get that blood discipline, Zafira told us Aretha Tesla had it.
I know, I just was stalling to keep you working so that you didn't have time to think of a reason not to heal me.
*stands up*
Thanks.
*coughs*
*waves a hand to clear the dust*
*the residual energy is incinerating nearby dust particles, causing a lot of sparks*
*crawls towards the beam*
*stares at it, uncomprehendingly*
*then the Hotel begins to shake*
*violently*
*as if there's a stampede*
*people thunder down the staircases*
*all shouting, all furious*
Guest 1: What the HELL is going on in this place!?
Guest 2: My walls are rotting! Hell, my FLOOR is probably rotting by this time!
Guest 19: This place is in violation of more safety regulations than I can count! It's absurd!
Guest 4: What's happening to this damn Hotel! Everything's falling apart!
Guest 3: It's unsafe!
Guest 9: I demand a refund!
Guest 12: So do I!
Guest 4: And me!
All Guests: WE ARE CHECKING OUT!
*settles back into the tree*
*she will wait*
*probably*
No, please!
*holds up hands*
I'm begging you, please reconsider!
Guest 5: There's no reason to.
Guest 1: Yeah, we're leaving.
Please!
*beginning to panic, now*
Guest 25: Where's are refund?
Guest 14: We insist! it's far too dangerous!
Guest 6: You're lucky I'm not suing your ass off right now!
I . . . I don't understand why he's falling apart, alright? I don't understand what's wrong with him, just please, PLEASE don't check out!
*clasps hands together*
I can't AFFORD to give you all a refund! Please!
*eyes wide and panicked*
*the Hotel groans, as if settling*
*glass can be heard breaking upstairs*
*the ceiling creaks dangerously, and the guests look up, concerned*
Guest 14: Hang it all, I'm out of here.
Guest 3: Me too!
*they stampede for the door*
Wait! WAIT!
*but they don't wait*
*they're gone*
Well. In this case, she let me. Also, I'm a sadist, and a generally horrible person by most people's standards; I don't often care about rights. But I'd guess, by your reaction, you've either lost a few loved ones to disease, or you have a very weak immune system. Perhaps both. *considers her*
Think nothing of it, Vivanus.
I was wondering when you lot would notice that- I still her name. Some time ago, actually. But unlike you, she hasn't begged for it back.
*reappears for an indeterminate amount of time*
*sits there, in the middle of the now-filthy lobby*
*eyes wide and bloodshot*
*wringing my hands*
. . .
*looks around at the damage*
. . .
*looks back at the door*
*eyes start to water*
I . . . I . . .
*collapses in the middle of the lobby*
*head bowed, hands buried in my hair*
*and wails in dismay*
((Annika, would you be okay with Kes and Li joining in, or is it intentionally a solo?))
(No! Absolutely, feel free!)
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