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[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. ([personal profile] vitaelamorte) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2015-02-20 12:51 am
Entry tags:

+ Wanted to get it real home-like... +

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: ANYT-- Friday, February 20 to Monday, February 23
Rating: An average PG-13? (Consider warning for explicit sexual or violent content in your thread's subject line)
Summary:
For the duration of this event each character will discover that their room has been replaced with one of their own memories, one that they find themselves particularly happy or "at home" in. More information can be found here.

This log is an opportunity for your characters to describe the memory playing in their room, so that other characters might visit, and watch the scene unfold. To help browse the collection better, please include your character's name, and their room number in the subject line (e.g. Seta Souji - 100, 6th floor) of your top-level comment.

Rooms/Comments may be locked to certain people, or be available for all to see & visit. Log participation is completely and entirely voluntary.

Have fun!
akapeanut: (This is kinda great)

[personal profile] akapeanut 2015-03-24 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
George blinks, confused for a moment, then laughs-- loudly.

"I-- hahaha, I don't think that's quite it. But maybe she used it for a spell or something like that? Haha, I didn't mean literally eat, necessarily. But just. It might be used up, somehow. Whatever it is she took."

George looks at the food again, sighs. "Seems like a lot of risk just to eat some bacon. We could get some from the kitchens just as easy."
stoptheviolence: (pic#7284068)

[personal profile] stoptheviolence 2015-03-24 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"...I'd be okay with that."

Hey, so long as she got her bacon from somewhere.

"Wanna go now?"
akapeanut: (I am excite!)

[personal profile] akapeanut 2015-04-04 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes!" Bacon road trip!

George almost wants to hug Brittany for having such a brilliant idea, but some inkling of self consciousness keeps her from doing so. Instead, she bounces off to the door, happy enough to hold it open for her friend.