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[exanimatus]

[hello, Paradisa. enjoying the new journal? that fresh, new-book smell? all of the clean pages?

well, not for long, as someone appears to have dumped like four pounds of glitter paint on the pages. we've got some pink and blue and green and red and... oh, wow, it really sticks if you accidentally touch that stuff and--oh, oh jeez. oh man, it's starting to ooze all over the place-- wait, whoa, god now there's glitter all over your fingers and how did it get on your clothes?

who thought this was a good idea!? they aren't saying... but they do feel strangely satisfied at finally finding a use for the damn stuff.]


[[ooc: this is easy enough to avoid if a character just turns the page, but if you feel like encountering the glittery mess on these pages, go wild. Zelman... may or may not say anything.]]

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[bedninja]

[See, Zelman, the thing about trolling the Castle at large via journal... is that you have people in your mansion that use the journals as well.

Pharos hopes you didn't like that rug he was sitting on very much. He's certainly glad he wasn't wearing one of his more well-liked outfits.




He doesn't even know what to do about this.]

[exanimatus]

[it's true. that never really occurred to him. so while he's wandering around the mansion and thinking about other things he should do that day, he quickly finds poor Pharos in all that glittery mess.]

...ah.

[oh, yeah. it occurs to him now.]

[bedninja]

[Trying to wipe his journal off on the rug (because hey, why not, it looks like it's wrecked already anyway, but the journal is still important!!) and... mostly just making a bigger mess of things than there was initially.

Sigh.]

...I apologize. It seems someone has been leaving peculiar things in the journal once more.

[exanimatus]

[...to admit, or not to admit.]

You can fix part of it if you turn the page.

[he twirls his finger to illustrate. turn the page, bro.]

[bedninja]

[He immediately does so! And after a moment, the flow of paint turns into just... a dripping journal.]

...Thank you. [Man, he likes it more when people are bleeding on the journal. That doesn't make nearly as much of a mess.]

[exanimatus]

Maybe a shower. [yep. not saying a word.

he'll look at the mess of a rug and give a flippant wave of his hand.]

Someone else can deal with the rug.

[bedninja]

I suppose a shower would be tolerable at the moment...

[Though really he only sees the point in those silly things half the time.

This is kind of one of those times, though.

Pharos pushes himself to stand, and having no idea about wringing out clothing, just sort of lets paint drip onto the carpet.]

...I feel like there is a sport of some sort that would have similar results to this. "Paint guns"? [He considers that, and then chuckles.] I suppose colors are suitable for anniversaries, though.

[exanimatus]

Anniversaries? [sure, there was other important stuff in there. but that one takes his interest the fastest.]

[bedninja]

Well, one anniversary, specifically. Or I wonder if it would be considered two?

[He sort of... has to think about that, because he's not totally sure how anniversaries work, but he think he has a general idea of them. Most of the time.]

I do suppose it does not matter either way, though. [And he beams, almost looking slightly proud of himself because hey, he got the timing right!]

I am fairly certain that today, I have resided in this place for two years.

[exanimatus]

Ah... [a beat of silence.] Then it's about as fitting as it could be, yes.

[and as much as he hates the knee-jerk reaction of a question, he's got to ask--] Not a bad thing to have an anniversary of, I hope.