paradisa | 044 red letters

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044 red letters

[Nora's sitting in her normal post at the front desk in the gallery. She has her arms crossed over her sketchbook and rests her chin on her arms, gazing out the door at the people walking by]

Tell me, Paradisans - what's your favorite color?

[she pauses]

And before anyone starts - I'm bored, so sue me.

[She writes as responses filter in... wow she really didn't expect so many people to respond to such a simple question. But hey, why not right?]

Red- ||||
Blue- ||||
Green- |
Black- |
Gold- ||
Grey- |
Purple- |

((OOC: Open for journal or if anyone'd like to come down and visit the gallery!))

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[Dairine will gladly answer to alleviate Nora's boredom.]

Blue.

red

[AS IF IT WASN'T OBVIOUS....]

Green.

Black

Edited 2012-09-24 21:16 (UTC)

Ah...

Red. Or Gold.

[A scrawling message appears in Nora's journal. Someone's happy to hear from her.]

Nora! I like blue. Like the sky when it is not raining. How about you? What is your favorite color?

[Chell makes a small blue smudge of the exact shade of blue below her message so Nora can see the exact shade she means.]

Red for sure.

Blue, most definitely blue. [oh wow tough question]

Blue, huh? Any reason why?

[She chuckles]

Mine, too.

Green's nice. Any particular shade your favorite?

If you tell me that's because it matches your soul I might puke.

How about a combination of the two? I've always liked those two colors together.

[She grins. She knows that handwriting very well by now]

Hey, Chell! That's a beautiful color. [And that fact is definitely stored for future reference]

Mine's red [She swipes a red marker across the page] I have to be careful, though... my loss is that I can't touch red paper without it crumbling.

[She grins]

Mine, too.

Definitely, huh?

[Oh she recognizes that voice so she gets why but she can't resist teasing him]

[Chell writes back, but not before she adds a blue slash to match the red one. It doesn't look bad like that.]

That is an interesting loss. And it sounds frustrating. Is it?

Mine is that I can't jump. Which was something that was necessary. I mean, I can say the word. I know the concept. But if I crouch to jump, whatever I was going to do leaves my mind. I found that out when Mark gave me a large roll of bubble wrap. I tried to ump on the roll and couldn't.