paradisa | 4th Diamond [Dictated/ Action] backdated to earlier in the afternoon

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4th Diamond [Dictated/ Action] backdated to earlier in the afternoon

[If you see an heiress on her way to the city today, it may seem that she's even more cheerful than usual, (if that's even possible.) Today, London Tipton is sporting a small tiara-shaped hair clip, and a blue satiny sash with sparkly silver letters that read 'Yay Me!' in an elegant script. You don't have to get too close to be able to hear her singing ~~somewhat poorly~~ to the tune of London Bridge:

London Tipton's really great
Really great, really great
London Tipton's really great
And deserves the opposite of hate
(Which is love!)

[She pauses for a brief moment to take out her journal and open it up.]

Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me!
London Tipton's the greatest,
And she's really prett-y!

[[OOC: Yep. It's London's birthday. It's probably a good idea to say something. This sparkly attention whore just might get a little pouty.]]

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[What a day for Brook to have decided it was time to check out the nearby town. He's a little ahead of London along the way, but he hears her songs, and turns to hurry in the direction of her voice, singing as he goes:]

Happy birthday to you~
Happy birthday to youuuu~

[Have a singing skeleton rushing at you, London!]

[Well, she'd seen the tall skinny guy ahead of her, but it came as quite a surprise to discover he was a skeleton.]

Aaaaaaah! Singing skeleton!

[She runs to a nearby tree and clings to it.]

Who? Me?

[He stops a few feet away from the tree and sweeps the top hat from his head, bowing.]

I just came to wish you a happy birthday!

[London's grop on the tree loosens. He seems like a nice skeleton to want to wish a beautiful heiress a happy birthday.]

Really?

Oh yes! I couldn't help but hear your singing, after all!

Oh.
Thank you!

[She lets go of the tree, but doesn't move far from it.]

I'm London.

My name is Brook!

[And he replaces his top hat.]

May I see your panties?

[....What the hell is this font popping up in his journal? It's annoying and obnoxious.]

Your name is London Tipton? For real?

Brook? That's a---

What?

[He clears his throat and speaks a bit more slowly; maybe she didn't hear him.]

May
I
see
your
panties?

[She clings to the tree again.]

No you can't, Brook the skeleton!

Yes, for real.
It's my birthday!

[Girl, you are way too happy about this.]

Great. Congrats. You old enough to drink yet?

['Cause that's the only birthday that really matters to him.]