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[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Here, Paradisa. Also have a Sweets. He's actually in the kitchen with the candlestick, fixing himself a quick dinner before heading back to his room. He's rummaging through the fridge, humming along to himself as he does, and emerges with all the makings for a killer sandwich.

Feel free to interrupt him, join him, or get a sandwich of your own. Have at him.]


[Sorry for the spam, but wanted to get them both up while LJ was working. =D]

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[formersocialite]

[Hello, Sweets, have a purple pony with green eyes trotting into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. Don't freak out.

Vivian stops when she sees him.]

Oh. I didn't know anyone was here.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[blinks. it takes him a minute, but his head tips]

Vivian?

[formersocialite]

[she nods slowly.]

Yeah, it's me. I'm experiencing my first loss.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[a small smile]

At least you can still talk? My turn with the animal loss wasn't so fortunate.

[formersocialite]

Oh, believe me, I am so happy that I can talk.

What was your animal loss?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

A baby duck.

[a wider smile]

I got passed around a group of the residents for a little over a week.

[formersocialite]

Oh my, that's so cute.

[she grins a little.]

How was that for you then?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

It wasn't bad. I made a lot of friends that week. A lot of them aren't here still, but it was good.

[formersocialite]

I'm sorry to hear that your friends have left. It can't have been easy.

[aliencatcher.livejournal.com]

[Hunting stupid aliens is hard work, and makes for a hungry Dib. Which is why he's now there, in the kitchen, considering making a sandwich of his own. But Sweets' looks really good, so he keeps eyeing it.]

...what's in your sandwich?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[glances over, then down at his food]

Ham and swiss?

[aliencatcher.livejournal.com]

[Look, they have the grossest food in his world. Ham and swiss is high cuisine in comparison.]

Huh. And no bologna? I've had bad bologna experiences.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[shrugs]

I like bologna, but it didn't feel right for this sandwich.

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[formersocialite]

[Hello, Sweets, have a purple pony with green eyes trotting into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. Don't freak out.

Vivian stops when she sees him.]

Oh. I didn't know anyone was here.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[blinks. it takes him a minute, but his head tips]

Vivian?

[formersocialite]

[she nods slowly.]

Yeah, it's me. I'm experiencing my first loss.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[a small smile]

At least you can still talk? My turn with the animal loss wasn't so fortunate.

[formersocialite]

Oh, believe me, I am so happy that I can talk.

What was your animal loss?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

A baby duck.

[a wider smile]

I got passed around a group of the residents for a little over a week.

[formersocialite]

Oh my, that's so cute.

[she grins a little.]

How was that for you then?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

It wasn't bad. I made a lot of friends that week. A lot of them aren't here still, but it was good.

[aliencatcher.livejournal.com]

[Hunting stupid aliens is hard work, and makes for a hungry Dib. Which is why he's now there, in the kitchen, considering making a sandwich of his own. But Sweets' looks really good, so he keeps eyeing it.]

...what's in your sandwich?

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[glances over, then down at his food]

Ham and swiss?

[aliencatcher.livejournal.com]

[Look, they have the grossest food in his world. Ham and swiss is high cuisine in comparison.]

Huh. And no bologna? I've had bad bologna experiences.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[shrugs]

I like bologna, but it didn't feel right for this sandwich.