Fifteen Spoons {Written}

[cyan_maid]

Might I have your attention please?
I have some very intriguing information to relay to you.
It seems that there are some folks out there who believe that we are still sick. Imagine that!
We couldn't be more fine, could we?
What's more, these folks who believe us to be sick are running around looking for objects to "cure" us.
Hoo hoo hoo! How ridiculous!
If we aren't sick, then there's nothing to cure.
Still, I can't help but be concerned. Why are they so convinced of a malady? Why do they need specific objects? More than anything, I want to know, and you should too!!
Perhaps THEY are the ones who are sick!

I don't know what they'll be up to next, but I think it would be more than wise to observe them and stop them before they make complete fools of themselves.
I only know of two of their number for sure - Arya and a boy named Allen - but they are a good start, don't you think?
Who's with me?

Comments

[delincuente]

Go kick their butts and tell me how it goes.

[She cares, she really does. Kind of.]

[cyan_maid]

You don't want to join in? But you'll miss out on all the fun!

[delincuente]

Nah. I'll probably just watch another movie. Or twelve.

[She yawns, then burps.]

If I can reach the remote.

[cyan_maid]

[A little sigh.] It's your loss, my dear. Just try to steer clear of anyone ranting about cures and waving around funny objects.

[delincuente]

I will.... think about doing that. See ya.

[cyan_maid]

Toodles!