30th Death

[twisted_baroque]

[going down to the lobby will net you one muddy and throughly soaked mute seated on one of the couches, looking a little bit annoyed and a little bit tired. he hadn't decided which one he was feeling the most right now. either way he had his coat off and was trying to clean it with his hands, which wasn't going over so well since they were just as dirty.

eventually he gives up for the moment and scribbles something in the journal.]

I think the books are coming alive. Is it happening everywhere?


[ooc: open in person or over the journal.]

Comments

[twisted_baroque]

[he nods. it makes sense that something larger could hold more than something smaller.]

I think I understand. Thank you.

[saccharosium]

No problem. [ Stocking lets the ghosts take the tiny models away before focusing back on Dextera. ] Besides the book making a mess on you, what else have you been up to?

[twisted_baroque]

Not a lot. I'm running out of things to do again.

[saccharosium]

Well, what do you normally do?