I hate getting sick. Lesson learned, I suppose, that this place won't grant wishes for medicine. I guess it doesn't matter since, supposedly, no one can die.

Tch, it's still no comfort. At least it's over now.

Didn't I just get over being sick, when it was snowing?

Ugh. No one come into this tent.

No one say it. Not a word.

Not one word.

( I'll bite on the quiz. )

I think it's pretty accurate.

Thank goodness that's over. Now Shikamaru everyone can stop whining about how cold it is.

Stop whining. It's not that hot.

I leave for a day to goodness knows what void, come back, wake up in a box and this place has turned into a jungle? (And I'd be inclined to think that I'd gone home somehow, except that this thing is still here and I can still get on its stupid little network, which means I'm still in or near that damned room.) And then, oh then there's a dinosaur trying to eat me? Lovely.

If anyone happens upon a decimated tract of forest, apologies for the mess, but the dead creatures therein are free for the picking.

[ ooc; she has no concept of how long she's been gone, just for the lulz \o\ ]

Gaara, if you so much as lay a finger on my boyfriend again, I will personally break your spindly little legs into a state of disrepair. Do you hear me? I don't like my snot-nosed, bastard baby brothers breaking my playthings, especially not ones that are going to someday father your future nieces and nephews.

That was not appreciated.

Matt, thank you at least for your concern, and Sasori, thank you for your assistance. I always repay my debts. Just keep that in mind.

[ Private to Shikamaru. ]

That being said...last night? Before bed? I really have no clue what came over me. I don't quite remember what was said, just that it was something very unlike me. So, everything I may have said, I take it back.

...what did I say?

...

...

...

I'm a man now.

Apparently I look like a cross between my uncle and my father, and I sound just like my brother.

...I think I just had lesbian sex with my brother. Twice.

Moreover, I think I enjoyed it and invited him to come do it again.

...talking rooms and wishes. This is...this is preposterous. There's got to be some better explanation for this. Is this some sort of practical joke? I'm decidedly unamused, either way. Whoever wants to fess up, I might just be able to find it within me to be gentle.

AIM: myfanurface (preferred), TessenInTheSand (important stuff only)
Email: tesseninthesan [at] gmail.com
Y!: CaliforniaSky05 (rarely used)
MSN: sasha_no_da@hotmail.com (rarely used)

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( Partial game history/activity log )