audio - computer - fairytales

[sweetas]

[Candy is angry. And also kind of hysterical. She's audibly shaken and her voice fades in and out slightly, as if she's walking towards and then away from the microphone. Pacing, clearly.]

Fairies and dragons and unicorns aren't real! They're not real, okay? Life isn't some stupid fairytale! I mean, unless that's yet another mystery that no one decided to tell me until now! Surprise, Candy, someone's trying to kill everyone, cats can talk, and oh by the way, fairies are real! Didn't you know that already? Except maybe I did, because suddenly I remember them! How is that possible?

Oh, and apparently there are deer living in one of the parks here now? Except I didn't know that either until one of them came crashing through my cafe's window and attacked us! Ugh...this is all so stupid...

[She goes quiet for a bit. After awhile she speaks again, closer to the mic this time.] Um...sorry...sorry about all that...I didn't mean to rant...

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[thepiisatruth]

Who: Shawn Minamoto and OPEN!
What: A fellow has a project in mind and is off to gather supplies.
When: Monday evening.
Where: Here and there all throughout the city open to be accosted or approached anyplace; Locke City's Japantown after dark.

( I seen a thousand towns without an ounce of hot irony/It leaves me beggin' for aesthetics - please, offend someone sweet in front of me! )

[ video; mirror ]

[forsakenwood]

[ she's used the marker from her dry erase board to write her numbers on the surface of a very large mirror, leaning against the wall of her bedroom, right across the foot of her bed. a few wayward clothes hang on one of the mirror's edges. it's evening, and the only source of light comes from a lamp on the bedstand, casting a warm glow on the room.

sonya herself is sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, cross-legged, in an oversized sleeping shirt. her long, brown hair has been tamed in a braid dangling over her shoulder. there's an open notepad and a pen resting beside her. the 'video' begins as soon as she finishes writing the last number, so it shows her leaning back, then laying her arm on her thigh. ]

Good evening. New addition, so on and so forth. I've read the guide.

As there are several four-legged friends among us, I'd like to introduce myself. Dr. Wood of Locke City Veterinary Clinic. Perhaps I've met some of you already?

[ those who have and remember the sound of her voice may find it odd. there's an accent to it, a certain roughness, that has never been there before. ]

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[memoryreprieved]

Who: Shion/Xion and you!
What: WARKING. WARK WARK WARK. Also known as Shion doesn't have a social life lately. This needs to change badly.
When: Monday evening.
Where: Her part-time job at the ice cream shop!

( It really isn't so bad when you don't feel like you're going insane... )