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sortinghat_logs2012-06-09 07:10 am
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Entry tags:
BROOM CLEANING + 4TH WALL EVENT
WHO: The Whole School + ANYONE ELSE
TONE: That shit cray
RATING: PG – PG-13
WHEN: June 9th and 10th
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Broom cleaning is on the front lawn, but feel free to wander!
WHAT: Students and Teachers are cleaning brooms for the surrounding community in attempt to raise funds. Crazy hijinks ensue when the 4th wall is promptly broken.
NOTES: Use any comment format you like, and tag around! Have a good time and enjoy your stay.
TONE: That shit cray
RATING: PG – PG-13
WHEN: June 9th and 10th
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Broom cleaning is on the front lawn, but feel free to wander!
WHAT: Students and Teachers are cleaning brooms for the surrounding community in attempt to raise funds. Crazy hijinks ensue when the 4th wall is promptly broken.
NOTES: Use any comment format you like, and tag around! Have a good time and enjoy your stay.
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[it's too late, the damage has been done. it's going to be very difficult to convince Rose you're actually her rather than something wearing her face, even if you wanted to.]
However, your assumption about my origins is correct as I've never heard either place mentioned to me in conversation until now. You'll forgive me for not quite feeling the tidal wave of relief at my situation that your words were meant to convey, as I do believe I've already trod through places that were 'horrible beyond mention' and managed not to break apart like a china doll.
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Wait. What's your real name? Do you know who the third friend is? There's Dave, and some boy named John, but I haven't gotten back a memory about another friend, I just know they exist. And is the man who types in white really as profoundly creepy as he seems?
[ Oh yes, introductions are in order. ]
It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Daisy.
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her voice is a little tighter, but that veneer of false courtesy is still dripping off every syllable. if Daisy doesn't know what to look for then it would be difficult to notice the changes in Rose's demeanor at all.]
Ah. So whoever was in charge of stitching you together didn't even bother to fill your empty skull up with a complete set of memories? That's incredibly shoddy work.
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She immediately stands a little straighter; her hand grips a key around her neck, similarly colored in Peridot green. ]
I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience. After all, it's completely my fault that they stole all of my memories from me, and I'm forced to play games to win them back one at a time. Obviously, somewhere in our shared past we erred just enough that some outside force deemed us unholy enough to punish.
Tell me, how did suicide work out for you? It must have been the bundle of fun I imagined it would be.
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[that disingenuous saccharine is disguising razors now as her words come out sharp and aiming for hurt. it's Rose's natural reaction to the being startled in a negative way, and considering the verbal slap that suicide statement was she's in no mood to curb it.
but there's no need to show weakness. not in front of this...thing. instead she smiles, forced and bright as can be.]
In fact, I'll bundle my words with a little penitent gift in the form of an answer to your question: it was a blast.
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[ Dryly: ] I'm certain it was. Thank you, for your cunningly devised gift. I look forward to seeing it for myself, when the time comes. Until then, I think I'll enjoy having tangible friends.
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Of course it seems that even outside the realm of fashion the only one giving anything real thought is me, although this may simply be an activity beyond your limits and nothing more. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume something along those lines until given more concrete proof.
Perhaps we should move onto a topic that's a little less taxing for politeness' sake. Would you prefer to speak about how possessing only a flickering shadow of another person's memories to base your entire outlook on the world off of has caused you to latch onto anyone who will give you the time of day? I'm sure the insecurities beyond this clingy dependent nature are riveting.