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Alright guys. Truth time. I know we had some crazy shit go down the past month or so but did anyone who asked about the book club thing actually read the book? How many of you ended up using it as a fancy coaster or a desk decoration? Don't worry about it if you didn't, I mean it's not like you're gonna be graded on or anything. I'm just curious. If anyone actually read it and wants to talk about it I'll be chilling out in the library.

Oh, [She laughs, her voice light as she teases] and to save any potential embarrassment in case you forgot - the book was Ego and Enmity and the Undead

((ooc: Open over the journal or in person. True to her word, she'll be in the library most of the day curled up in an arm chair reading Jules Verne. What? It's not so bad when it's not being forced down her throat by a dictatorial English teacher))

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We could be caught just not on string.

What could we be caught on?

Why they tell us isn't true?

Well then I hope we're never caught.

It's worse to be held.

I'd rather be free.

Bow down and accept.

[She doesn't mean the words or the tone, but they spill out full of mocking.]

If this place had its way we'd all be on our knees worshiping it or some shit.

What would it do without substance.

Fester and rot in its own pit of inequity.

Iniquity would be more fun. We'd call it decadence and pretend we didn't need to break it's foundations.

Oooh I like the idea of a castle of iniquity. Then it really would be paradise.

Paradise Lost stole us away.

[A hum, low and thoughtless]

We give them give it give them power.

Maybe it's time we took back some for ourselves.

Start a revolution.

[There's seriousness underneath the mocking.]

[Oh she catches on to that seriousness] We should.

Sing, little birdy. You know the tune~

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