Hey, mambo, don't wanna tarantella // Hey, mambo, no more mozzarella
HIATUS!
...ok, I know, I know: I'm doing this a lot--and a la schitzo. But guys, guys, I have an awesome excuse for the past week's invisibility and emergency vanishing act.
In, like, ten hours? I'll be in Florence. Florence, Italy.
Guys.
See you on the 29th.
IC Notes: +Masque is closed (without warning) until the 29th. The official reason given is: refurbishing. All employees are granted paid leave and kindly, but firmly, told to keep the hell out of the building*. (Mostly to hide the fact that the murals are being fidgety.) +++*As usual, Punk is the unofficial exception to the rule.
+Sato is MIA. As in entirely off the radar (though still in the city). All phone calls and inquiries are being fielded by Levi--and he's not spilling. Mischa's up and about, but keeping mum too.
+Allegra's still underground. Oh, boy...
+Elpis is...um, probably in your closet stealing your ties and pants.
+There's gonna be so fun, fun times when I'm Sato's back. Promise ♥