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neornithes2014-08-20 09:18 pm
tenminutes) wrote in neornithes2014-08-20 09:18 pm
02 | Spark
voice post; morning
I don't know how many of you saw, but Tidus and I did a pretty good job of ticking off the Warden I think. I mean, she killed us both during that event since we refused to participate. If the audience is disappointed, then they aren't going to make their money. Sometimes a non-violent protest against violence is hard, but if more people start participating, it won't be easy to ignore.
That's all I wanted to say. I would've said it sooner, but I had a few things to think about.
action; afternoon; cafeteria
[ Later in the day, Yuri had needed to get lunch. It was just that oatmeal slop- she needed to save her money for candy, after all-- especially since she hadn't gotten any from the event, so she only had the 100,000 that everyone had defaulted to. At this rate, she'd be dead before the week was up if she didn't find a way to get enough money before she ran out.
Despite that, she apparently had decided to purchase some poster paper and a calligraphy pen, both of which were sitting next to her as she worked on finishing that gross oatmeal slop. She's got plans, alright. ]
text post; evening
Are we allowed to build things here? Like a treehouse or a shed or a greenhouse?
I don't know how many of you saw, but Tidus and I did a pretty good job of ticking off the Warden I think. I mean, she killed us both during that event since we refused to participate. If the audience is disappointed, then they aren't going to make their money. Sometimes a non-violent protest against violence is hard, but if more people start participating, it won't be easy to ignore.
That's all I wanted to say. I would've said it sooner, but I had a few things to think about.
action; afternoon; cafeteria
[ Later in the day, Yuri had needed to get lunch. It was just that oatmeal slop- she needed to save her money for candy, after all-- especially since she hadn't gotten any from the event, so she only had the 100,000 that everyone had defaulted to. At this rate, she'd be dead before the week was up if she didn't find a way to get enough money before she ran out.
Despite that, she apparently had decided to purchase some poster paper and a calligraphy pen, both of which were sitting next to her as she worked on finishing that gross oatmeal slop. She's got plans, alright. ]
text post; evening
Are we allowed to build things here? Like a treehouse or a shed or a greenhouse?
no subject
His guesses start out as reasonable enough. Her blatant disdain for authority suggests some kind of delinquent, but that clashes with the sense of justice and almost-reasonable lines of logic. In the end, he doesn't have enough educated guesses to fill the time, and within a few minutes of boredom his imagination gets away from him and he's picturing her as the kind of disillusioned rogue detective you might find in a cheesy noir film.]