( private to self, hackable to everybody except makubex. )


Looks like it's time to break out the ymlurum.

... Well. That was odd. At least I was still a girl.

Anyways. Tony—I believe we have a date~

... Well, it was only a matter of time. She was way too nice to be stuck here for much longer.

I suppose I'd better toss this in, too: The Curious Cait Item Shop will remain in business. Current employees will receive today and tomorrow off in order to pay their respects due to my partner’s departure. I'll see you all again on Monday. Pudding and I will be in charge from now on soon as she stops crying.

Right.


(OOC; Strikes hackable.) 

Wow. That's all I can really say.

I never knew there was so much pent-up sexual frustration in this city. You guys should work on that a little.

Oi, Allen. We've got a new tenant. His name is Tony, and he's gonna be with us for a while.

He's an engineer~

So I guess I'm going shopping. ♥

... I don't know how I missed it until now. It's gotta have been at least—

Well. At least they took the baby.

This calls for a drink.

...

...

You have got to be kidding me.

... Vilg. I have to wear vilgehk pants now, don't I.

Hey. Boys. Give me your pants.

I don't think I own a pair.

(OOC; *SOBS* I COULDN'T FIND A PB WHO WAS SUITABLY ATTRACTIVE TO BE HER ): So you're all stuck with Justin Hartley.)

Rumo vilg... my head is killing me.

...

...

So. Where am I, now~?

[Begin Recording]

(Classic chemistry sounds; bubbling liquids, hissing of a bunsen burner, clinking of glass. When she starts speaking, her voice is obviously muffled by something, and her breathing can be clearly heard going through some sort of filter.)

Y'know, I've always wanted to do something like this. (Breath.) Pops never let me, though. Said it wasn't really my thing. (Breath.) He was wrong, of course. We're not just mechanics, we Al Bhed - we're alchemists too, among other professions. (Breath.)

... Tysh.

(More glass-on-glass as she puts down whatever she was holding, and then the sound of buckles being released and undone. A sort of sucking sound, and then she takes a deep breath.)

No wonder Gippal hated wearing that gasmask when we were kids. They're so annoying. Sure, my lungs won't be clogged with Shiva knows what, but my face is... ugh.

(Al Bhed muttering, and then an abrupt pause. Glass-on-metal as a test tube or whatever starts trembling in its holder.)

... Cred. That wasn't supposed to--

(Sizzling, a rather loud "Fuck!" and then an explosion. The recording cuts out as the terminal is destroyed.)

[End Recording]