Ah, my second Christmas in Purgatorium. My second one ever, actually. I 'member how much fun I had last year, picking out presents and stuff. I think I still have some of those little machina around somewhere...

No, I gotta make them better this year. Way, way better.

In other news, I think I need to reorganize the kynyka. Things are getting maybe a little too messy for me. Surprising, I know. But it's true. So I'll work on that.

Right after I fix up this aqbmuceja~

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


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

Sheesh. Time flies when you're caught up in a project, huh? Guess I gotta work on that a little bit.

So, anyways. I'm in the mood for—well, I'm in the mood. I'll be back late tonight, Tony. ♥

[ooc; *screamies* idk if tony is living with her still or not, so if he isn't, just ignore this katie-baby.]

What the vilg is on my forehead?!

No, no, no, no! It's just... just cu drana! Shiva, Shiva, Shiva I need—vilg! Syga ed ku yfyo!

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I'm going to be in my room all day. Drec cilgc.

[ooc; 8) GREED is stamped all nice and pretty on her face. we'll see about other indications later~]

... 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.

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(Incessant tapping of metal against concrete. Her voice, when it comes in, is obviously relieved.)

S'about time that ended. Thanks, Val. You too, Allen. Dunno what I'd have done without you guys.

Haven't been out scavenging in a while. Maybe the storm unearthed some good machina. Off to the junkyard, then~

(Tapping stops, and a loud clatter as the tool is dropped to the ground. Shuffling, light sound of boots upon the floor. Recording cuts abruptly.)

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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.)

This is the third time. You think that he’d learned after the first two. Stupid boy.

Sygac sa fuhtan fryd ra tet dryd E teth’d.

Right. Sorry if I got anyone a little wet yesterday~ ♥

(OOC; Mood reads as "giggly" and icon is seen as this. And tags are alllll hidden.)

... Ra fyc tayt, yhofyoc. Paddan uvv uh dra Farplane.

Well. Guess I've got some work to do, now.