Or are we? Smell is like sight except that you see things and don't smell them.
Blogger is a bag of peaches. Peaches taste like flies. Or do they? Do I exist? Do you exist? May we're all figments of our own imagination interacting with other pigeons. That's it. I know it. You have hair. Or do you? Maybe you're actually bald but your h a it is covering it up. How do we know cats are cats? Maybe they are mouses.
Bethany: *she gently grasps his wrist, placing his hand on Silente's heart* Feel. She is not the monster you think she is. She is supposed to be your daughter. You are supposed to love her and care for her no matter what. Yet all I've seen is hatred from you. She is one of the nicest, kindest people I have ever met. Yes, she may have done some wrong in the past but she isn't that person any more. You should be there for her. As her father, it is your role and your duty to do exactly that. You are just as monstrous as you consider her.
Bethany: You are a terrible person and a terrible father. You are blinded by your own beliefs - so much that you are being horrible to your own daughter. *she places her hands either side of his head, her palms glowing white* Let me show you what things are actually like.
Bethany: No. Not yet. *she starts to fill his head with light - giving him knowledge about Phaestra* *she then continues, feeding him information about how all life is precious and beautiful*
Bethany: Enlightening him. I can't openly change his mind, but I hope giving him information may help him make better choices... *she then starts to give him information about how kind Silente is, and how nice she is with Claire* *she removes her hands*
Bethany: She is a very good mother. Please think about what I showed you. All of it. I only want to help you. Both of you. I understand if you don't like me, or don't want me to visit again - but Silente is my priority. And she deserves to have a loving father. *she takes Silente's hand again*
Bethany: *she nods* Just remember that it was my mother who brought you back to life. The least you can do is use it to be the best parent you can. *they vanish in a flash of gold, reappearing back in their house*
*looks around, wondering if anyone's on* *msd because dinner will be soon*
*sits on the grass, leaning against a tree* *absentmindedly starts plucking blades of grass and slowly shredding them* *stares somewhat blankly at the lake, allowing her mind to clear, not thinking of anything in particular*
((I'll probably only be here for one comment or two, but how are you guys?))
Aretha: That's not the point. It's the fact that you've declared yourself above everyone else. And as far as laws go- you only claimed power, like, a few days ago, right? So maybe you've only made one law, but that can change. And people are already breaking that law, anyway.
It wasn't my fault Roh got sick. I didn't say anything about his weight. You blamed me for nothing.
Then I did something - apparently - to make you hate me. Still I don't know what that is.
And sweetie, you're a slut. You broke up with T because he cheated on you, and you went ahead and slept multiple times with N - who still has the same girlfriend... Which you're friends with...
Is that my fault too? Because It sure does make it seem like it. Because everything is my fault if it happens to you.
*looks at the cover again* The lighting is amazing. I just have to say. And it's interesting to see Skulduggery standing in the foreground of the paperback when his(?) head was shown on the burning ground on the hardback cover. *has not yet read the book, so no spoilers please, even if i got it wrong*
Oh. And did you notice my new pic? I actually made it.
Well, the quote came from looking at all these ipod wallpapers, but I edited it and made my own style of the wallpaper. Changed the color of the background and the font.
Some of those worded wallpapers are actually really interesting. And now I can actually make my own, so it's fun. :)
*nods* It was one of the quote wallpapers I found. There are a lot more that I like too, but this one's the first that I actually made. The original had a brownish background, so I changed it to the color from the old pic I had. Still darker than I tried to get it, but it works okay enough.
Funny thing is, I talk too much, at least in real life. :P
Everyone tells me I give too much detail or the things I have to say isn't very interesting or relevant to conversations. For some reason, I listen to that advice on here rather than in person. It could be because I'm typing it, allowing myself time to think my words through before saying them, but it also could be because I don't want to seem annoying or selfish or anything... Then again, it's times when the blog gets really quiet that I just want to comment everything that's on my mind, but with no one on to hear it, then I feel like I'd be wasting space.
(Aww, if you feel like talking, talk. I'm here to listen :)
Also, yesterday I got an email offering me to buy a videogame about a Kingdom ruled by a vampire clan, and they get cursed by a witch and a vampire princess must get to the bottom of what happened and reverse it.
It is hard though, to try to talk to people who don't have much to say back, because then I just want to blab about anything, but I also want to try to include the people I'm talking to... Or I have questions but don't ask them because it seems like I'd be intruding into someone's life.
I mean, it would sound odd if I asked how school was, right? We've already got parents asking those kinds of questions...
I'm the type of person who's either too nosy or waits for someone to start a conversation first.
I guess that's true, but after everything I've been told, it's gotten difficult to do it naturally. Really though, it's been wired into my brain that I should try to say something other people would be interested in or something that's relevant to the conversation because I tend to go too far, dragging a topic far past the time it could be dropped.
The Ares Program. Mankind reaching out to Mars to send people to another planet for the very first time and expand the horizons of humanity blah, blah, blah. The Ares 1 crew did their thing and came back heroes. They got the parades and fame and love of the world.
Ares 2 did the same thing, in a different location on Mars. They got a firm handshake and a hot cup of coffee when they got home.
Ares 3. Well, that was my mission. Okay, not mine per se. Commander Lewis was in charge. I was just one of her crew. Actually, I was the very lowest ranked member of the crew. I would only be “in command” of the mission if I were the only remaining person.
So that’s the situation. I’m stranded on Mars. I have no way to communicate with Hermes or Earth. Everyone thinks I’m dead. I’m in a Hab designed to last thirty-one days.
If the oxygenator breaks down, I’ll suffocate. If the water reclaimer breaks down, I’ll die of thirst. If the Hab breaches, I’ll just kind of explode. If none of those things happen, I’ll eventually run out of food and starve to death.
(If you ignore the games I own but haven't downloaded, if you ignore DRM-free games that I have (such as FTL) of which I have about 30, if you ignore all the games I have on Origin (such as Battlefield 4 and Titanfall and Mass Effect 3, games that can be played online with people around the world and don't get too boring even if you've spent a hundred hours on them), if you ignore all those games and only count the ones on Steam.... I am told that the amount of time needed to complete all those games (again, ignoring non-Steam games that can't really be "completed", or have extreme replayability") would take about as much time as watching the entirety of Friends... 15 times.)
Maybe I should sleep... I mean, I stayed up late last night as well as the night before so... I should probably get to bed before I start falling asleep during the day.
Anyway, yeah, I should probably get to bed. Sorry. *hugs him again, goes to her treehouse, and sleeps on the platform where her sleeping mat still is from the last time she was up there*
*a few minutes later, descends the stairs, feeling good about herself* *her waistcoat is completely lint-free* *her hair is brushed and somewhat presentable* *her shirt has the exact right number of ruffles*
*returns to the lobby and finds Silente there* *no small amount of surprise* Still here, are you?
(*rolls eyes but lowers her feet off the desk* *runs a hand over the spot her feet touched, cleaning it* *leans forwards, elbows on the desk, chin on her hands* Hello. Welcome to the midnight hotel. Can I help you? *grins*)
Yes, yes, very droll. I can hardly breathe from laughing. *stands on the other side of the desk and leans on it* It really ought to be me asking you that question, you know. What do you want? Why are you still here? Were you here all night?
(*smiles at Clara* Are you proud? I didn't destroy anything for once! *grins* Granted there's still time but oh well. I think the hotel is rather starting to like me personally.)
(*looks at Tanya, leaning back in the gold chair* *says plainly* I don't agree with you. What you claim to be. In this hotel however you have no power. Understood?)
*looks at Dugglyn* *loudly exhales through nose* That bell is an extremely powerful magical artifact that took the previous manager twelve years to track down. It has saved my life twice. No, you may not play with it.
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Or are we?
Smell is like sight except that you see things and don't smell them.
Blogger is a bag of peaches. Peaches taste like flies. Or do they? Do I exist? Do you exist? May we're all figments of our own imagination interacting with other pigeons. That's it. I know it.
You have hair. Or do you? Maybe you're actually bald but your h a it is covering it up. How do we know cats are cats? Maybe they are mouses.
I think my legs finally snapped lime a snapdragon. Maybe teeth should brush hair while hair brushes teeth.
A/N: I'm sorta here...
Um...
Not really...
Sorry. :-/
I can probably roleplay distantly if you want.
(Hello.)
(*cuddles Soph*)
(Hello, Jaimie. *cuddles her back*)
(Hello Soph. Where did we get to rp wise?)
("Bethany: So am I... You have no idea how much."
I believe that was in response to being glad that they met, however they were just going to go back to Claire.)
(Thank you *cuddles*)
Granmama: *nods*
Look after her. She gets into trouble easily.
*rolls eyes and takes Beths hand*
(*cuddles her back* I will be back in a moment.)
Bethany: *squeezes Silente's hand* I will protect her with my life.
(Okay.)
*smiles*
Not again you won't. She'll do her best Granmama. Beth could you zap us back?
(I am back.)
Bethany: Aren't we going to say goodbye to your mother and father?
(*cuddles*)
*sighs*
If you want to..
(*cuddles Jaimie back*)
Bethany: I think it's only polite.
*nods*
Okay..bye Granmama.
*opens the door, holding it for Beth to go through first*
Bethany: *she walks through the door, waiting for Silente at the other side*
*takes Beth's hand, walking to the living room*
Mama, papa, we're going now..
Papa: Bye. Good bye angel.
*smiles at Beth, not even looking at Sil*
*rolls eyes*
Mama: Good bye Ashlea...take care Beth.
Bethany: You too... Wait. One last thing. *she gestures at Silente's father* Could you come here for a moment?
Papa: *glances at Beth then gets up, walking over to them*
Yes?
*shifts slightly uncomfortably*
Bethany: *she gently grasps his wrist, placing his hand on Silente's heart* Feel. She is not the monster you think she is. She is supposed to be your daughter. You are supposed to love her and care for her no matter what. Yet all I've seen is hatred from you. She is one of the nicest, kindest people I have ever met. Yes, she may have done some wrong in the past but she isn't that person any more. You should be there for her. As her father, it is your role and your duty to do exactly that. You are just as monstrous as you consider her.
Papa: *struggles slightly against her grasp*
*glares slightly at Bethany, gritting his teeth*
*not listening in the slightest*
Let. Go.
Bethany: Not until you listen to me.
Papa: Let go of me now.
*quietly*
Beth..Its okay..
Bethany: No, Silente, it isn't. *her hand glows white and her voice becomes amplified* Listen to me.
Papa: *winces at the voice*
Let me go and get out of my house!
Bethany: You are a terrible person and a terrible father. You are blinded by your own beliefs - so much that you are being horrible to your own daughter. *she places her hands either side of his head, her palms glowing white* Let me show you what things are actually like.
Papa: *struggles*
REMOVE YOUR HANDS!
Bethany: No. Not yet. *she starts to fill his head with light - giving him knowledge about Phaestra* *she then continues, feeding him information about how all life is precious and beautiful*
Papa: *whimpers, standing there, not struggling any more, just staring blankly*
Beth..w-what are you doing??
Bethany: Enlightening him. I can't openly change his mind, but I hope giving him information may help him make better choices... *she then starts to give him information about how kind Silente is, and how nice she is with Claire* *she removes her hands*
Papa: *sits heavily, staring, shaking*
*quietly, after a long pause*
Get out.
Bethany: Not until you compliment Silente. Just once. If you say something nice to her - then we can leave.
Papa: *looks at Sil, swallowing*
*fights against himself, the words sounding a bit forced*
You're a good mother, daughter.
*blinks. shocked Thar he actually listened*
Bethany: She is a very good mother. Please think about what I showed you. All of it. I only want to help you. Both of you. I understand if you don't like me, or don't want me to visit again - but Silente is my priority. And she deserves to have a loving father. *she takes Silente's hand again*
*squeezes Beth's hand, holding tight*
Papa: *nods*
Please, leave us now.
Bethany: *she nods* Just remember that it was my mother who brought you back to life. The least you can do is use it to be the best parent you can. *they vanish in a flash of gold, reappearing back in their house*
*Claire is sat at the kitchen table*
(I have to go now. Goodbye.)
*smiles, walking over and hugging Claire*
Hey. Have fun?
(Bye Soph :)
*looks around, wondering if anyone's on*
*msd because dinner will be soon*
*sits on the grass, leaning against a tree*
*absentmindedly starts plucking blades of grass and slowly shredding them*
*stares somewhat blankly at the lake, allowing her mind to clear, not thinking of anything in particular*
*poofs for dinner*
He's a great illustrator, love seeing a blog post from you!
Meme xx
http://thedayinthelifeofmexoxo.blogspot.co.uk/
(Stay strong, Scar.)
Good for them.
Ask them about the multitudes of laws I've passed, such as the one outlawing murder, and the one... uh...
Ask them about all the orders I've given, such as.... well...?
.........
I fell asleep while writing this yesterday.
(Stay strong, Scar.)
Good for them.
Ask them about the multitudes of laws I've passed, such as the one outlawing murder, and the one... uh...
Ask them about all the orders I've given, such as.... well...?
.........
I fell asleep while writing this yesterday.
(Stay strong, Scar.)
Good for them.
Ask them about the multitudes of laws I've passed, such as the one outlawing murder, and the one... uh...
Ask them about all the orders I've given, such as.... well...?
.........
I fell asleep while writing this yesterday.
(Stay strong, Scar.)
Good for them.
Ask them about the multitudes of laws I've passed, such as the one outlawing murder, and the one... uh...
Ask them about all the orders I've given, such as.... well...?
.........
I fell asleep while writing this yesterday.
Hi Tia!
*laughs because he posted four times*
Somehow I'm finding that funny. :P
((I'll probably only be here for one comment or two, but how are you guys?))
Aretha: That's not the point. It's the fact that you've declared yourself above everyone else. And as far as laws go- you only claimed power, like, a few days ago, right? So maybe you've only made one law, but that can change. And people are already breaking that law, anyway.
Hi Ari!
*hugs*
I'm good. How are you?
Hey! :)
Ah, parents have had a go at me already for waking up late as I was tired as I stayed up till 3 to talk to you guys -_-
But they don't care either way, and I can't trust them, and *sighs*
...
What's your point?
*hugs Tia*
Maybe you should try getting to bed earlier...?
*hugs him again*
My poor little baby...
My little brother was diagnosed with Crohn's disease today...
He's riddled with ulcers...
*hugs Death*
At least they figured it out, right? Will they be able to treat him now?
*has to go*
*hugs everyone*
*poofs*
The cover's amazing :D
*hugs Rose* :/
Like Lavender said, though, would they be able to treat him now?
*is not here*
(Bye Fay and Hope!
Hmm, they can do something, at least. I hope he gets better soon.)
(*will return in 10-15 minutes*)
(Hello?)
And of course, in your eyes, it's my fault.
Again.
You know what, Nikita?
It wasn't my fault Roh got sick. I didn't say anything about his weight. You blamed me for nothing.
Then I did something - apparently - to make you hate me. Still I don't know what that is.
And sweetie, you're a slut. You broke up with T because he cheated on you, and you went ahead and slept multiple times with N - who still has the same girlfriend... Which you're friends with...
Is that my fault too? Because It sure does make it seem like it. Because everything is my fault if it happens to you.
(Danni, she's wrong. None of this is your fault.
You didn't give Roh the damn disease, and she's really ignorant for blaming everything on you.
*gently hugs her*)
*Hugs Kas back softly*
I just want to cry.
(It's okay... just don't forget it's not your fault.
*curls up near Danni*
It's okay.)
holy crap! this looks awesome!!!!
*cries*
*curls up and tries to sleep against Kas*
*cries*
*curls up and tries to sleep against Kas*
(*keeps her warm while she sleeps*
Good night...)
*is back*
*hugs Death*
*looks at the cover again*
The lighting is amazing. I just have to say. And it's interesting to see Skulduggery standing in the foreground of the paperback when his(?) head was shown on the burning ground on the hardback cover.
*has not yet read the book, so no spoilers please, even if i got it wrong*
(Darquesse kills everybody >:D
Nah, just kidding! Not a spoiler.
Though I am looking forward to seeing Darquesse on the back cover more than Skulduggery on front.
On hardback back cover, she was levelling a skyscraper. And darn it I don't own one of those :/
Also, Tia is in Dying of the Light!
Oh, and welcome back! :D)
Thanks.
YOUR CHARACTER WAS IN DOTL??? :O
That is so cool... o-o
Also, not really a spoiler, but did DEREK put Chase in? Everyone was asking for it...
I think I scratched the inside of my ear... It stings.
But there's no blood, so I guess it's just a scrape or something. Possibly from sleeping with my earphones in.
(I can't remember, honestly. And yeah, Tia was only a tiny cameo though. But yeah, I can't remember.)
Oh. Okay.
Well, I'll look for her when I finally get the book. :)
*hums a single note for a few beats just out of boredom*
(...)
So how are you, Tia?
*is making an attempt at conversation*
*could possibly go somewhere if we can get it flowing a bit*
I'm okay. Was trying to download book 9 to my phone. It didn't work :(
How are you? Whatcha dooooing?
Oh. That sucks.
I'm just playing on this new app I got. It's a puzzle game that's pretty interesting, but I'm stuck on this one level.
Ooh, in February, there's a circus coming to my area. My friend's mom is going to take us.
I've never been to a circus before, but I also don't know if it's more of a carnival style or an actual circus thing.
11:11 and I actually don't have any more wishes to make...
(It's 2 here.
Try Plants vs Zombies, there's a free version on Android.
And circus sounds cool!)
Oh. And did you notice my new pic? I actually made it.
Well, the quote came from looking at all these ipod wallpapers, but I edited it and made my own style of the wallpaper. Changed the color of the background and the font.
Some of those worded wallpapers are actually really interesting. And now I can actually make my own, so it's fun. :)
I've looked at that app. It's not really my style of game....
*looks at her pic again*
*mumbles*
Though the purple got darker when I added the text to it... I have no idea how that happened.
(I didn't notice until now. Interesting...)
*nods*
It was one of the quote wallpapers I found. There are a lot more that I like too, but this one's the first that I actually made. The original had a brownish background, so I changed it to the color from the old pic I had. Still darker than I tried to get it, but it works okay enough.
It was probably meant as a relationship quote or something, but I found a different meaning to it, so it still works.
(Yeah...
I'm sorry, I can't converse like a human :/)
It's okay.
Funny thing is, I talk too much, at least in real life. :P
Everyone tells me I give too much detail or the things I have to say isn't very interesting or relevant to conversations. For some reason, I listen to that advice on here rather than in person. It could be because I'm typing it, allowing myself time to think my words through before saying them, but it also could be because I don't want to seem annoying or selfish or anything... Then again, it's times when the blog gets really quiet that I just want to comment everything that's on my mind, but with no one on to hear it, then I feel like I'd be wasting space.
So I don't. :P
(Aww, if you feel like talking, talk. I'm here to listen :)
Also, yesterday I got an email offering me to buy a videogame about a Kingdom ruled by a vampire clan, and they get cursed by a witch and a vampire princess must get to the bottom of what happened and reverse it.
Very relevant, somehow, to Tanya.)
It is hard though, to try to talk to people who don't have much to say back, because then I just want to blab about anything, but I also want to try to include the people I'm talking to... Or I have questions but don't ask them because it seems like I'd be intruding into someone's life.
I mean, it would sound odd if I asked how school was, right? We've already got parents asking those kinds of questions...
I'm the type of person who's either too nosy or waits for someone to start a conversation first.
Whoa. That is cool. I can totally see How it relates to Tanya. Are you thinking of buying it?
Sorry, double post. :P
(Yes, unless the person you're talking to is inept at conversations, in which case you're literally making the entire conversation happen.)
(I don't have the money :/
And I don't want to buy any more games.
Have you ever seen Friends? All ten seasons (spanning ten years) of it?)
I guess that's true, but after everything I've been told, it's gotten difficult to do it naturally. Really though, it's been wired into my brain that I should try to say something other people would be interested in or something that's relevant to the conversation because I tend to go too far, dragging a topic far past the time it could be dropped.
The Ares Program. Mankind reaching out to Mars to send people to another planet for the very first time and expand the horizons of humanity blah, blah, blah. The Ares 1 crew did their thing and came back heroes. They got the parades and fame and love of the world.
Ares 2 did the same thing, in a different location on Mars. They got a firm handshake and a hot cup of coffee when they got home.
Ares 3. Well, that was my mission. Okay, not mine per se. Commander Lewis was in charge. I was just one of her crew. Actually, I was the very lowest ranked member of the crew. I would only be “in command” of the mission if I were the only remaining person.
What do you know? I’m in command.
(The Martian by Andy Weir.)
I've seen glimpses of episodes. I'm not sure if I've ever actually seen a whole one, but I know a little about the show.
I think I've heard of the Martian, but there are a lot of Mars related things that I've heard of. I could be confusing them.
That last sentence though...
(I think the way it works is every one of the ten seasons has 26 episodes, so that's about 260 in total.
I myself have seen maybe 20 when they still showed it on E4, and the first season on DVD.)
(Basically, he gets left on Mars as everyone thinks he's dead.)
Wow, that's a lot. I'm amazed how far the show got. Must have been awesome for people who've seen it from the beginning.
Oh, that sucks. Sounds interesting though.
Hmm... Midnight...
(Sleep... you should sleep.)
Aww, but we've finally started getting somewhere. :P
(Hmm...
I could complain about owning too many video games that I'll likely never play.)
So that’s the situation. I’m stranded on Mars. I have no way to communicate with Hermes or Earth. Everyone thinks I’m dead. I’m in a Hab designed to last thirty-one days.
If the oxygenator breaks down, I’ll suffocate. If the water reclaimer breaks down, I’ll die of thirst. If the Hab breaches, I’ll just kind of explode. If none of those things happen, I’ll eventually run out of food and starve to death.
So yeah. I’m fucked
Okay then. How many do you have that you've never played yet? Or haven't played in a while?
Yikes. So what then? He just dies? Or finds some sort of alien life form and befriends them?
... Right, I'm actually not much of a scifi fan, but it still sounds interesting enough.
(If you ignore the games I own but haven't downloaded, if you ignore DRM-free games that I have (such as FTL) of which I have about 30, if you ignore all the games I have on Origin (such as Battlefield 4 and Titanfall and Mass Effect 3, games that can be played online with people around the world and don't get too boring even if you've spent a hundred hours on them), if you ignore all those games and only count the ones on Steam.... I am told that the amount of time needed to complete all those games (again, ignoring non-Steam games that can't really be "completed", or have extreme replayability") would take about as much time as watching the entirety of Friends... 15 times.)
Maybe I should sleep... I mean, I stayed up late last night as well as the night before so... I should probably get to bed before I start falling asleep during the day.
Sorry Tia. :(
*hugs*
See you later?
*smiles*
Good night.
See you later! :)
*blinks*
Whoa... That's a lot of gameplay...
Anyway, yeah, I should probably get to bed. Sorry.
*hugs him again, goes to her treehouse, and sleeps on the platform where her sleeping mat still is from the last time she was up there*
*the Midnight Hotel stands just outside of town*
*wanders downstairs, yawning wide*
*dressed in a white dressing gown*
*goes into the kitchen to put the kettle on*
*returns to the lobby, curling up in the golden swivel chair*
*rubs eyes*
*yawns again*
*returns to the kitchen for a cup of tea*
*sips it thoughtfully while gazing out the window*
*returns upstairs to change*
(*sits in the chair while she's gone, leaning back, feet on the desk*)
*a few minutes later, descends the stairs, feeling good about herself*
*her waistcoat is completely lint-free*
*her hair is brushed and somewhat presentable*
*her shirt has the exact right number of ruffles*
*returns to the lobby and finds Silente there*
*no small amount of surprise*
Still here, are you?
(*smiles politely, ignoring the question*
Good to see you on your feet. Not looking too shabby either.)
*smiles politely, ignoring the compliment*
Speaking of feet.
*nods at Silente's*
Off the desk, if you please. It's mahogany.
(*rolls eyes but lowers her feet off the desk*
*runs a hand over the spot her feet touched, cleaning it*
*leans forwards, elbows on the desk, chin on her hands*
Hello. Welcome to the midnight hotel. Can I help you?
*grins*)
(Clara! Jaimie! *huggles happily*)
Yes, yes, very droll. I can hardly breathe from laughing.
*stands on the other side of the desk and leans on it*
It really ought to be me asking you that question, you know. What do you want? Why are you still here? Were you here all night?
(Tanya, you are still here! Hullo and how-do-you-do?)
*appears on the mahogany table*
*begins ring the bell*
*slams hand down on bell, stifling its ringing*
*testily* Can I help you?
(Soz had to feed cats! Hi Kas, Dug!)
(I want to be here I'm here cause I want to be and yes, I was here all night. You sleep like the dead.)
(Duggy! *huggles*)
*walks into Midnight Hotel*
Hello!
*looks as if she's been struck*
All night? You stayed here all night?
*looks around at the lobby*
And yet, no signs of destruction, nor of wanton bloodlust.
*looks up*
*sees Tanya*
*curtsies*
Goodness, I do seem to be popular today.
(*glances at Tanya, glaring slightly, lip twitching to briefly reveal her fangs*
Tanya.)
Awww......!
*tries to grab the bell back*
And yes, you can. Gimme the bell!
*smiles in a sweet, innocent way*
*notices the sudden change in Silente's expression*
*decides to pretend to take no notice*
(*is biting on his lip until it bleeds*
*is getting to like the taste of blood*
Nuuh, Tanya!)
(*smiles at Clara*
Are you proud? I didn't destroy anything for once!
*grins*
Granted there's still time but oh well. I think the hotel is rather starting to like me personally.)
Dugglyn.
*lays a hand on her shoulder*
Dugglyn.
Calm yourself.
*drags out the words* Calm. Yourself.
*raises an eyebrow at Silente*
I doubt that, Silente. I do not trust you as far as I could throw you, and you know full well that I have hardly any upper-body strength.
Smoke and mirrors.
(Greetings, Sibyllin.)
(Pfft. Trust and like are different things. And the hotel's charming. It loves me really.
*smiles*
Hasn't thrown me out in ages!)
(Hey Sil!!!
*cuddles*
Hey Tia!!!!
*huggles*
How be's yous and yous eyes?!)
(Iz be goods! Mah eyez bez goods!)
True. It hasn't thrown you out in . . .
*checks watch*
. . . quite some time now.
Would you like to rectify that?
(*smirks*
Not yet. I'll play nice. For now.
*pats the desk gently*
For now.)
See that you do.
*returns watch to pocket*
As we seem to be at a current state of peace, may I offer you some tea?
*licks her lips, approaching Silente*
Silente...
(I'm good. How are you guys?)
(Tea? Hmm..I would rather warm blackcurrant or maybe hot chocolate?)
(I am doing well, Tanya, apart from the terribly unpleasant weather we've been having. It's been difficult to leave the house.)
*frowns*
Hot chocolate it is, then.
*goes to the kitchen*
*leaving Silente*
*and Tanya*
*and possibly Dugglyn*
*alone in the lobby*
(*looks at Tanya, leaning back in the gold chair*
*says plainly*
I don't agree with you. What you claim to be. In this hotel however you have no power. Understood?)
Buh buh I want the bell!
Gimme the bell!!!
Ring ring?
(Hey Sibyllin!)
*as soon as Clara leaves she grabs the bell and begins tapping jingle bells*
HELLO
I HAVE HOMEWORK
GOODBYR
(*sneakily gets the bell from Dug*
*hides it in a draw*)
(Greetings and farewell, Star.)
But Sil!!!!
That's not faaaiiirr!
*her bottom lip quivers*
Pwease?
Why, of course. I'm not the owner, am I?
(Hby Star!)
(Bye, Star-Bubble!)
(Nope. That bell is dangerous.
*whispers*
I've seen what it can do)
(I shall putter about in the kitchen until I feel the time is right for me to make a suitably dramatic entrance.)
(*nods at Tanya*
You aren't the owner. Of anywhere but your bunker.)
Noooooo! I want it now!
*stamps her foot*
Ring. Ring.
*when Tanya speaks she looks up*
Oh hey Tanya. Find a better blood source?
I will be soon. Why do you think I'm here?
(*rolls eyes*
*hands dug a fake, not that she'll know its fake*
Fine.)
Better? No, just a different one. I didn't want to drain you.
(The taste? The view? Your own idiocity?)
(*growls slightly, voice lowering*
You drunk from my friend.
*pupils slightly enlarged*)
Yay!!!
*grins*
*rings it*
*it sounds weird*
*why does it sound weird*
*it sounds almost like a...*
*fake*
*her eyes narrow*
Silente Tempest.
(*glances at Dug*
*still sounds-
Far off voice: Tea time!)
Indeed I did. She tastes wonderful. Don't you, Dugglyn?
*returns to the room, carrying a heavily-laden tray*
I made tea as well as hot chocolate, which is why it took me so . . .
*frowns*
What's been going on here?
Um, Sil?
And Tanya, you do realize I don't drink my own blood.
Just trying to compliment you, Duggy.
@Clara nothing.
CA LA AIR A!!! SILENTE TOOK AWAY MY BELL AND GAVE ME A FAKE ONE!!! I WANT IT BACK!!!! MAKE HER GIGE IT BACK!
*looks at Dugglyn*
*loudly exhales through nose*
That bell is an extremely powerful magical artifact that took the previous manager twelve years to track down. It has saved my life twice.
No, you may not play with it.
But that's not fair! I wanna play with it!
*takes the fake bell from Dugglyn*
*plays with it*
*sets the tray down on the desk*
Tanya, I'm afraid I must ask you what you are doing here.
*she realizes how much fun it is to annoy Clara*
*almost ruins it by grinning*
(:) :) :)
I love you all.)
I am not fun, Dugglyn. Do not be misled.
Just came to say hi. I've been looking for the hotel all over, but I never did find like I promised I would. I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry.
(*growls at Tanya, slowly standing up*
You. BIT. HER?!
*looks murderous*)
(We love you as well, Star.)
I did not want you to find the Hotel, Tanya. The Hotel was m-
Silente: *stands up*
*warning in her voice* Silente . . .
(@Clara: Of course you do. How could you not? :))
(This is quite true, Star. You are the Straw Allegory, the Queen Metaphorist, the Warrior Bubble, etc.)
(*glances at Clara*
What.)
Do not do something you will regret.
@Clara: :)
(*stares at Clara for a while*
*slowly sinks back down into the gold chair, watching Tanya, still looking ready to kill*)
((*cuddles Starry eyes*
I DEDICATE TO STARRY EYES.
AND CLARA.
CUZ.
AWESOMENESS.
*NODS*))
*puts hand on Silente's shoulder*
*quietly* Thank you.
*approaches Tanya*
As you can see, I have my Hotel, all safe and sound. Bye-bye now.
(Awh, thank you Silente.
And I agree about Star. Hurrah!
*raises goblet of wine*)
(*nods, watching still, tense and very ready to attack*
*or defend*)
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