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what my chars are currently doing
Tabitha is sitting at the kitchen table eating a grapefruit. Her silence is occasionally interupted by cursing as the juice keeps shooting up into her eyes. To add insult to injury, the juice makes her makeup run.
Blue is watching old episodes of Pokemon and singing along to the Pokerap. She has a plush Pikachu with her which she holds up when Pikachu appears on-screen.
Fortune sits behind her with a mildly amused expression on her face. When not observing the fanatic Blue, Fortune reads Plato's Republic. She's a totalitarian at heart and supports Plato/Socrete's philosophy with a passion.
Hamlet's off in his room making mix CDs with songs by Jeff Buckley and other such brillantly depressing tunes. He's currently lying face down on his bed clad only in boxers.
Circe's feeding the cats. She has one on her shoulder that she's feeding by hand, three at the bowl at her feet, and one more sitting on the counter eating yesterday's Chinese take-out.
Sade's at the TV in the kitchen watching a special on forensic sciences and desperate trying to remember it all. Although she hasn't realized it yet, Tabitha keeps accidently squirting her with grapefruit juice.
nardasarmy.what my chars are currently doing
Tabitha is sitting at the kitchen table eating a grapefruit. Her silence is occasionally interupted by cursing as the juice keeps shooting up into her eyes. To add insult to injury, the juice makes her makeup run.
Blue is watching old episodes of Pokemon and singing along to the Pokerap. She has a plush Pikachu with her which she holds up when Pikachu appears on-screen.
Fortune sits behind her with a mildly amused expression on her face. When not observing the fanatic Blue, Fortune reads Plato's Republic. She's a totalitarian at heart and supports Plato/Socrete's philosophy with a passion.
Hamlet's off in his room making mix CDs with songs by Jeff Buckley and other such brillantly depressing tunes. He's currently lying face down on his bed clad only in boxers.
Circe's feeding the cats. She has one on her shoulder that she's feeding by hand, three at the bowl at her feet, and one more sitting on the counter eating yesterday's Chinese take-out.
Sade's at the TV in the kitchen watching a special on forensic sciences and desperate trying to remember it all. Although she hasn't realized it yet, Tabitha keeps accidently squirting her with grapefruit juice.
