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paradisalogs2013-08-11 12:18 pm
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❀ 6th petal [open]
Who: Ib and you!
What: After a long "nap," Ib goes about her business.
When: Aug 11 or thereabouts
Where: Castle and grounds
Rating: Super G
For a couple of weeks, in Ib's room, there'd been a painting of a little girl holding a bright red rose, while the subject herself was nowhere to be found. Today, though, the frame depicted only a red room, with no one present at all.
Ib stood in front of the painting, examining it with a critical eye. It wasn't that interesting of a painting, except that she'd never wished for it to be there. She'd only just woken up to find herself lying on the floor beneath it, with no recollection of falling asleep there. Well, at least she was up, and the matter of the painting was easily fixed. A polite request to thin air, and the ghosts floated out of the walls and took the frame away.
With that taken care of, and none the wiser as to what day it was, she went about her morning routine - water her rose, brush her teeth, brush her hair, change clothes, and pin the blue cloth rose to her shirt. By the end of it, her stomach was growling insistently. All right, down to the kitchen we go.
((ooc: wide open! Ib can be found pretty much anywhere throughout the day, whether eating a late breakfast in the kitchen, having a look in the game room, reading in the gardens, or if you're a friend, knocking on your door. just let me know where~!))
What: After a long "nap," Ib goes about her business.
When: Aug 11 or thereabouts
Where: Castle and grounds
Rating: Super G
For a couple of weeks, in Ib's room, there'd been a painting of a little girl holding a bright red rose, while the subject herself was nowhere to be found. Today, though, the frame depicted only a red room, with no one present at all.
Ib stood in front of the painting, examining it with a critical eye. It wasn't that interesting of a painting, except that she'd never wished for it to be there. She'd only just woken up to find herself lying on the floor beneath it, with no recollection of falling asleep there. Well, at least she was up, and the matter of the painting was easily fixed. A polite request to thin air, and the ghosts floated out of the walls and took the frame away.
With that taken care of, and none the wiser as to what day it was, she went about her morning routine - water her rose, brush her teeth, brush her hair, change clothes, and pin the blue cloth rose to her shirt. By the end of it, her stomach was growling insistently. All right, down to the kitchen we go.
((ooc: wide open! Ib can be found pretty much anywhere throughout the day, whether eating a late breakfast in the kitchen, having a look in the game room, reading in the gardens, or if you're a friend, knocking on your door. just let me know where~!))
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He wasn't paying very much attention to his surroundings since he was concentrating on his pancake flipping. He's probably glancing over his shoulder every now and then, over at the doll of his he had sitting on the table behind him.
temporal continuity? WHO NEEDS IT
certainly not Paradisa!
"He won't be moving anymore, sadly, if that's what you're waiting for." he smiled then, "Good morning."
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He'll look over at Ib, "After we got back from the magic school, he stopped, so I suppose it was only for that duration. I'd only be able to make him move now if I had access to something from home."
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"He's a normal doll right now, but he's got a lot of electronic gadgets inside of him," He smiled, "If I had access to something called a 'Layer', he'd be able to move effortlessly."
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