Angel Grove Net

One moment I am slipping from my cell, the next I find myself in the strangest place I have ever seen.

...What in HELL is going on? Would fever from a branding come on THIS completely sharply that I'm far out of my head? The skin AROUND the brand is red enough and the hand itself near...three sizes what it ought to be, I think? It certainly will not stop leaking and I'd hoped once I was out of prison, it would be easy enough to find something to put on it, but...

...My name is Wil Scarlet and if any one of you could see fit to at least help me find some aloe or something to wrap my hand that isn't my old shirt sleeve, I would appreciate it?

OH MY GOSH THIS PLACE IS AMAZING! I think I ate too many cupcakes.

Oh what am I kidding! YOU CAN NEVER EAT TOO MANY CUPCAKES!

...After the immense screwing up of yesterday, one would think that today would have been terrible. I slammed a cane into mon canard's face, shattering his spectacles, and landed on mon ange, knocking him over and...well. I HAD rather expected there was going to be some sort of fall out, certainly, but as it turns out, the events of today are...seemingly not connected.

While I knew from the television that you can make small animals out of balloons, I was not, in fact, aware that condoms did the job as well, as this morning, I was met with several new friends in various shades of neon. And noticed, as the time went on, that all of our voices had gotten progressively higher.

Starring at a morning haired Combeferre, watching him try to determine why he sounds like a children's cartoon while Enjolras is tossing a swan made from condoms around is...Well. I am not even certain. But I AM keeping the kitten shaped one?

...As far as these things go, this one was at least entertaining?