paradisalost | (no subject)

[ Tony is sitting in the lobby, a small PDA-like device sitting out on a table in front of him and emitting a hologram in the air above it. The hologram is a 3D representation of the castle, and he seems to be viewing it as he sets out his journal.

As he does, however, thought bubbles appear over his head. ]

( I really need a drink. But no, I need to do this, and I can't do it drunk. Giving a dissertation on integrated circuits is one thing, but... Well, here goes. )

All right, Paradisa. [ naturally, there are speech bubbles when he speaks ] I've been noticing that-

( Whoa, whoa. Hold up. What's that above my-

What the fucking shit!? )

Okay, I realize that making this is completely useless, because obviously I am really drunk right now, and possibly also passed out and dreaming this.

Damn, and I don't even remember the party.

[ and yes, he is staring at his speech bubbles as he speaks ]