EIGHTH SHOT

[dog_eat_dog]

[Dictated quite cheerfully:]

Wish me happy birthday, people, I'm 40 years old today and therefore officially old.

Comments

?????

[focusrighthere]

[He's confused. Tess is trying to explain it to him as we speak, but still confused.]

Okay, well, I won't touch 'em if you filter your end of this conversation.

[When in doubt, strike a deal?]

?????

[ensorceler]

I would not ban you from what is now hers, which I deem it. I hold no issue with putting a filter to our conversation, but would hear the voice of my lady again one moment longer, lest I become weak with heartache.

And your name. I called for your name. [ Resists the urge to call him a fool, resists so hard. ]

??????? this is all so very filtered btw

[focusrighthere]

[O...kay, from his point of view it sounds like if she gets to talk to Tess one more time, she'll oblige. Maybe. He's not entirely sure what the hell is going on, all he knows is that these journal entries have gotta go before the whole castle sees 'em.]

It's Joel.

[And then he closes his own journal and hands the reins of this mess back over to Tess. Wouldn't want you to become weak with heartache, lady.]

??????? yes of course!

[ensorceler]

[ FUCKING RUDE ENTRANCE AND EXIT. Joel, your name may be sacred but she spits on it. ]

Anne

[dog_eat_dog]

[This is confusing as hell. Tess takes her journal back from Joel.]

Sorry, Anne, talking about us just got him upset, that's all.

Tess

[ensorceler]

I was most alarmed and insulted, but first and foremost worried for your health! What has occurred? Are you well?

Anne

[dog_eat_dog]

Huh. [Her health...?] I'm fine. Don't worry about it, we just don't talk publicly about our relationship. Most people just accept it as-is but you turned "partner" into "sweetheart" and that made him nervous.

[Moving right along:]

But I really appreciate the gift. It's wonderful.

Tess

[ensorceler]

[ Never know when a man is gonna beat a woman, after all... ]

I know not how you mean to say the difference, but I would not speak against you keeping such things to whispers. In which case send him my most grievous apologies, and consider the exchange to never have been.

[ AKA filtered. Freaks. ]

Now I wish for you to think not of thanks, but of revelry, for this day only.

Anne

[dog_eat_dog]

Will do. Thanks, and I'll keep revelry in mind.

[Closes journal again to speak to Joel.]