rose: play dress-up

[fluthlu]

[In want of a quiet place to knit, Rose has taken her yarn and her needles into the library this morning, and commandeered a table near the back. She's just finishing up what looks like a tiny, purple sweater, but the recipient of the garment doesn't seem to like it took much.]

Edgar, yarn isn't a digestible material. Please refrain from eating your own clothing.

[A tiny black kitten, who's been rolling around on the table, gently drops the sweater sleeve from his mouth before meowing loudly into the journal and hopping off the table to explore the rest of the library.]

((ooc: open post!))

Comments

[noblefive]

Ten months? And you're still sane?

[Jorge was already crazy-bored. If it wasn't for the library and shooting range, he would have likely gone nuts.]

[fluthlu]

Passably so.

[noblefive]

Yeah? How do you stay sane?

[Idle chatter was social, right?]

with the right journal this time, oops

[fluthlu]

It's not a challenging feat, assuming one arrives here sane.

Happens to us all at some point!

[noblefive]

I guess so.

Still, I arrived here sane and feel myself aiming towards in.

[fluthlu]

Well, I suppose everyone is different. My sanity has been on the upswing since my untimely arrival, I believe.

[noblefive]

Well, I suppose that's a plus.

It's the boredom for me. As you can probably tell, I'm not designed for downtime.

[fluthlu]

Neither was I upon arrival, admittedly. The transition was quite frustrating.

[noblefive]

How long've you been here?

[fluthlu]

Ten months, if my memory serves me.

[noblefive]

Well, longer than me.

What's happened since you got here? [He's curious]