DramaQueen

Oh, hey, me too! History essay, but close enough.

Granted, check the Girls Only! thread!! Your bane is that it's only on the thread... I wish for a pet cat. I'll be giving an explanation soon, though I don't think one is necessary.

You're in luck, there are! Dill, though the jar is pretty close to gone. It's a big jar, though, so "pretty close to gone" is still at least six pickles.

Me too. The closest I came was when I asked one of my friends who happens to be a Sanderfan (duh). He said he made an account at one point but was never very active, hadn't been on for a very long time, and didn't even remember his login info...

If you were actually Fadran like I thought you were, it would be 11/11. As it is you, instead, 0/10. Harshest critique I've ever given.

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@Condensation

You're welcome!

Listening to music from shows that I've been in. It makes me remember all the fun memories and awesome people, usually some funny inside jokes, and it's just all the nostalgia. On a completely different note, does anyone else think the word "nostalgia" looks uncomfortably similar to the word "nostril?"

Yeah, just a bit. Like, everyone talks about how scary Bellatrix, Voldemort, Umbridge, you know, the normal bad guys, are, but that tongue flick thing is straight-up creepy. He acts like an utter psycho, so he's probably my least favorite character.

School-owned, yeah.

The Inspect Tool is blocked on my computer, apparently.

When I was in elementary, I would repeatedly have nightmares where I was in an old, scary building, and either by a darkened doorway or halfway up a flight of stairs would be the guy who played Barty Crouch Jr. in the 4th Harry Potter movie. He was doing the thing where he licked his teeth, remember that? And I'm pretty sure he was holding a knife. He might have had blood coming out of his mouth, too. It was really scary, guys.

Having almost reached the inn, Kimora turned back around exasperatedly. "Fine. But don't blame me when you fall asleep at an even more inconvenient time than right now."

Kimora called over her shoulder, "Going back to the inn. Weren't you listening?"

What was the murder weapon you used? No, I actually hate them.

"Well, there's no point in doing...whatever it is that you are doing without enough sleep." Kimora stifled a yawn. "I'm certain that this--no matter what it is--will be much easier with a good night's rest." Without waiting for a response, she headed back to the inn.

Queen entered Nath's mind. When she first looked around, it seemed serene and peaceful; a relaxed, comfortable scene, memories flowing like a river through the center of the area. Smiling softly, glad to see that Nath was resting, Queen began preparing to return to the outside world. However, as she turned away, she saw the shadows. She saw the darkness, shoved into the small crevices of his mind. Nervous and feeling like she was intruding, Queen reached out and touched the darkness. As soon as her hand felt the cause, she pulled away as if burned. Like a hot iron pressed to her head, Nath's memories of Fox's attack seared into her mind. Nath become mortal, something...happened to Fox, causing her to hate and mistrust Nath. She was the one who had caused many of the injuries that had threatened Nath's very existence! But, then...Fox trusted him again, helped him, even, with the injuries she herself had caused. What had happened in Fox's mind that had caused these drastic changes? Queen took a deep breath, then dove into the darkness with a shudder. Fox's mind was nearby, and Queen was almost overwhelmingly tempted to enter; to learn why Fox had done what she had. Forcing the urge back, Queen instead wandered Nath's memories in the same way an art scholar would wander an art gallery in a museum. Every memory she passed, she examined with the eyes of a researcher. Fox had accused him of killing her brother? Was that why she attacked? Had Nath killed Fox's brother? Had he stabbed her before she attacked him? It certainly sounded like she believed that. She was just so...so angry at Nath, and she saw nothing in the gallery of his memories that gave a valid explanation. Perhaps...Fox's memories had been corrupted? There was so much darkness here, but not one shadow explained. I'll have to ask Fox at some point. If she's willing to trust me enough, that is. Queen, unable to bear the forces of darkness any longer, retreated back into the calm setting of Nath's mind. There were clouds overhead, pain. Distant enough to potentially be imagined, but so, so real, the way a nightmare feels when you're asleep. Terrifying and impossibly realistic. The only difference was that Nath's pain was absolutely real, though there was nothing else that Queen and Herial could do for it at this point. Unsure of what she could do, as the state of Nath's mind was so much better than the past times she had visited, Queen gently slipped their minds apart, vowing to delve deeper into the reasoning behind Fox's attack. Having completed her journey into Nath's mental state, Queen felt mentally exhausted herself, so, as she returned her mind to her physical self, her breathing shallowed into a deep sleep, instead of the fitful unconsciousness her body had been experiencing while she examined Nath's mind. She curled comfortably in the stretcher, her eyelids stopped fluttering, and a slight smile found its way to her lips as she fell into a completely still slumber.