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ooc: early evening so the smol wasn't around

It's certainly been some time since anyone went out of their way to spit on me for accidentally crossing paths, yet here we are.

But I suppose the upside of today is I have most of the flower bed done.

Thank you, John.

[Failed Fixed Ward to Casey]
Uhm... Casey? You should probably come home. Please?

That poor girl

[Kevin]
So I was thinking about it, and I've finally decided that you're an Aster.

You say pacifying irate populations. Perhaps there's a reason those populations are, in fact, irate. It's not exactly anyone's lifelong dream to be treated like cattle. I know it's not mine, or that of my friends.

You know, the human beings that live in the slums?

Just a friendly reminder.

[Steve]
Will you be home tonight?

[Seren]
Hi! I uh... have a question for you?

Tomorrow. I can barely breathe.
I'm just a stupid Muggleborn
Why me
Everyone else is so much stronger
Why am I even
I won't sleep
I don't know what

[Steve]
Can you come over?

If not it's okay I just..

I don't know.

I was quite naive to think that just because I wasn't a victim of the latest plague, that I would escape illness season scotch free.

My radiators aren't working either, which I'm sure has only contributed to this issue.

A perfect time to build a blanket fort instead, I thought to myself, if... I had enough blankets. I'm probably complaining far too much. I apologize.

[Warded to MH | Friends]
The march.


I think... we should go. I'm going at least. Will anyone join me?



added later
[Steve]
Would it be too bold of me to ask if I could see you sometime soon?

[Steve]
I still think you did amazing.

I know you don't feel that way but...


Hi.

I don't have much extra money for the holidays this year for gifts, but I do have an idea. Well, maybe.

If anyone has any old clothing, pillows, towels, etc, please let me know? Preferably in still decent condition but beggars can't be choosers here.

But most importantly, if anyone at all would like to donate to the orphanage for Christmas, they would love canned goods or foods with decent storage dated. Maybe some sweets, if you're feeling extra generous. Really, anything you could spare. I understand society prefers most of us divided, and I'm not here to argue that. But Christmas is the season of giving and cheer, and it would mean so, so much. It would at least start off their new year with full pantries and happy faces. Donations can be dropped off to a box in the Grace Clinic waiting area. Thank you all so much!!

[Steve]
Hey! So, I just thought you should know, I had a really wonderful time with you the other day. So... I guess that makes me right.


[Warded Away from Steve - To friends]
Uhm... How does one tell if another likes you? You know, as more than a friend...

I was on my way home today. I'm not sure why I did it, but I went to Silverbay Prison. I hadn't been at all. I hadn't even thought about.. him. Sometimes when my thoughts get too close, it feels like I can't breathe. Like a nightmare that plagues you as a child, it's easier to pretend it doesn't exist in the daylight. Yet sometimes there are things that remind you. That pull your thoughts back to those dark places.

I haven't heard much in the way of actions in regards to his crimes. Not that I expected to. Life imprisonment may not seem like much to some, but it must be remembered that we are not God. And I do not want our actions to be equated with the barbarity of his own.

But maybe there is a sort of justice. Because he's sick, just like many others now. And afraid. Alone. He told me things. Things that turned my stomach and left me even more lost and confused than I was before. He asked me questions, probably because he hasn't seen another visitor since he was caught, and was desperate for attention. I couldn't answer them though. Couldn't really speak.

Not until the end, when he asked me if I would return. If anyone would return for company, or to interrogate him, or just to bring him medication. I could tell in his face that he was craving human contact. That he wanted nothing more than for someone to speak to him again. To show him that he mattered. That he was still someone who was thought about.

I told him no. It was simple. Almost worthless. But somehow, it felt so good.

( I've been officially named their favorite customer, which is quite the title. )

They even took my picture and put it on the wall (among others, mind you, or that might be a bit creepy). For once, they didn't seem to mind I wasn't exactly born to their standard. I wasn't even overcharged.

They could just feel sorry for me..


[Casey]
You're sure?

Huh.

I've been officially taken off the schedule at the Maiden Head for the foreseeable future.

Or as it was put to me - "Until I can be more reliable. One can only use a deceased relative as an excuse for so long. "

i forgot there has to be a funeral


how....


how do I funeral?

ooc: the page shows quill scratches, a tear drop or two, and a mark where the quill was pressed so hard and long against paper that it broke through.

Has anyone seen Emy?

[Mr. Yaxley]
Do you promise you're looking out for her?

[Emy]
Don't go anywhere alone. Period. Okay? Please?

I miss the sunlight. This darkness is suffocating.

[Rosie]
You okay?

Do you want to come stay with me and Emy?

[Emy]
Rose is going to come stay with us for a while, okay?

[Orla]
I miss you.