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Started by Dracos, January 03, 2012, 10:02:20 PM

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Arakawa

OOC: Does this mean I'm paused until further notice, or did the fiddling with the tapestry cover enough real-world time?
That the dead tree with its scattered fruit, a thousand times may live....

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Man was made for Joy & Woe / And when this we rightly know / Thro the World we safely go / Joy & Woe are woven fine / A Clothing for the soul divine / Under every grief & pine / Runs a joy with silken twine
(from Wm. Blake)

Dracos

OOC: You are paused until the one of the other crews catches up and wakes you up.  Sorry about the delay, Arakawa.
Well, Goodbye.

Arakawa

OOC: No problem. Ika has a plausible way to pass the time, anyhow:

Sleep came easily this time, though the recent experiences resulted in Ika having some decidedly odd dreams.

For starters, an inside-out whale came up to her.

"Hello, I am an inside-out whale," it stated matter-of-factly in a voice like nails rasping on a chalkboard (or was that the annoying cheering of the crowd outside the window?), "you have murdered me most horribly."

It sounded kind of bored.

Suddenly, Chizuru was looking at her from inside (outside?) the whale. "My, what a nice whale you've caught for us."

She pondered the issue for a minute, smiling down at Ika with her almost-perpetually closed eyes.

"Perhaps it would go well in ink sauce..."

HER EYES OPENED HORRIBLY

"... with a side dish of SQUID?"

"AAAGH!" Ika bolted wide awake screaming, realized she was safe and nowhere near Chizuru, turned over, and went back to sleep.

She was playing this game in place of Chizuru, right? Hmm... games... with ribbons... and whales that explode...

OOC: I hope this sort of filler is okay?
That the dead tree with its scattered fruit, a thousand times may live....

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Man was made for Joy & Woe / And when this we rightly know / Thro the World we safely go / Joy & Woe are woven fine / A Clothing for the soul divine / Under every grief & pine / Runs a joy with silken twine
(from Wm. Blake)