paradisalogs | day two: seeking manager

Entry tags:

Who: Clinic peoples
What: Lockdown: Day Two
When: Today!
Where: The clinic

[ Still here | Passport wanted | Looking for entertainment | Burning food | Feel free to come up with your own sections if you wish! ]

[nods, unaware of the perils that come with, well, being Conan in general]

I guess that makes you something of a rare breed here.

A little! But there are other people here who like to read too.

[It wasn't his fault that he was terribly unlucky.]

Well, yeah. The appeal gets a bit lost when there's a book that follows you around all the time and never shuts up, though.

[no offense, Weiss :\]

...We've met. [They hadn't gotten along.]

Huh? [what -- oh] Yeah, he's...kind of like the journal, in that way.

He is far more irritating than the journal.

[headtilt...] What'd he do?