dreamermoa: (where are you i cant find you)
[The frequency's been quiet for a week. There's been no one to talk, no one to encourage everyone or lament Discedo's bad luck. The Inventory's been unkempt in the high school.

And all at once everything flickers back to life - literally. The girl gasps for the first breath she's had in a week, suddenly finding herself on a cot in the hospital. Her death was too quick for her to remember, but she does remember that she was in inventory beforehand. How did she get here, then?

She finds her communicator already running, and tentatively picks it up.
]

...did I hit my head again?

[That would be a good explanation, right? But at the same time, she's not achy anywhere, and there's no bumps or bandages...

Anyone out there up to explaining?
]
dreamermoa: (:D)
April....eight....teenth!

[She laughs suddenly, giddy.]

It's my birthday!

[it sounds a little like she's jumping up and down.]

Party. Party! Tonight in inventory!

[ooc: YAY OMG GUYS ITS MY ONE-YEAR DISCEDO ANNIVERSARY DJGFJGDHK. Also, thinking of having a log for Moa's party later today. Y/Y/Y? LOG GO!]
dreamermoa: (you think so?)
...bucket of candy?


Did someone...lose their bucket of candy?

Not that you want it back. I'm sure you want me to keep it for you. Don't worry, I'll keep it safe ♥

Mello~o, I found choco~late~

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