(eighth act) EVERYWHERE; of course this isn't a reference to the sudden V-gift explosion

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

Sorry!

[Please excuse Sharpay for dropping a blue and fuzzy (but ordinarily sized) spider somewhere near your character's person (perhaps on their foot?). Now, as the spider scurries away, she's trying to scoop it up on the piece of paper it fell from. Come back, wee spider!]

Ugh, I wish I'd taken Indirect Magic!

[001. action]

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

[Lucas is in the lobby, pacing back and forth with the course catalog in one hand and a sheet of paper covered in faintly Arabic-looking handwriting and random English letters in the other. He's frowning alternately at each of the items, and occasionally muttering badly accented English words under his breath and waiting for his translator to respond in a musical foreign tongue.]

...Weapons. [It responds, and he sticks the sheet of paper in his mouth for a moment to scribble on the course catalog with the stub of a pencil.] Specialist.

[Nothing; he frowns more deeply and repeats the word with several different emphases until the translator responds. He mutters something under his breath in the same musical language.]

Damn it to the deepest hell. [...says the device.] Fighters. What a waste of time.

[A thick pencil line goes through that entire paragraph, and he turns his attention to the next, consulting the piece of paper once more.]

Para....

fourth leaf, [action/BBS]

[tortileghostwriter]

[The game must be broken.

David had known that before. But now...no, this had only made it worse. This has all happened before.

If one were to walk into the infirmary, they'd find David Lalonde finally awake. Wearing that heavy "dark knight"-style ensemble he doesn't bring out much outside of the training center--that's strange. Around him are all manner of flowers and other such passive-aggressive gifts, most of them given by the same sender. Typical.

Just going to oh-so-casually get out of bed and try to find a way out of this room past all the goddamn baskets and balloons, Rose why.

...he might not have noticed you just yet, if you're there. Shadow's still as lively as ever.]

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[and a fair bit later, on the BBS.]

fear not ladies
or gentlemen i suppose
im not the pickiest sort if im to be entirely honest
which itself feels strange enough of that
the honesty quota has been absolutely fucking surpassed for the month
best to halt production for the time being
in any case your knight has returned
cast from a veritable deathtrap of predestination into a merely immensely irritating hotbed of it

now would anyone care to get me up to speed