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"And that's how I ended up in a corner with a massive amount of spice-chocolate mixed in with other random candies. Child, if you eat all of the chocolate, I'll lock you in a room with Irulan for a week. I mean it, too."

"The miracle of the shattering of the Fourth Wall, actually, my dear," corrects Chani, thwapping her son lightly on the shoulder.

"Your father and Ghani couldn't make it, unfortunately, though you might thank me for keeping Alia from coming...Maker knows what'd happen."

He has this sudden urge to hord Spice Candy, he can:t unterstand it. It seems like a primal urge.

"They are all MINE" Leto starts running aroud picking up candy and storing it in a corner.

Chani waves to Leto, grinning madly, and throws a slightly green-tinged chocolate to him.

"Spice-candy," she calls to him, explaining why she has been sticking mainly to the chocolates.

Really, the best thing to do at this point is to stop talking about it and let this thread drop off the board.

~Neshomeh

Even /if/ I live in sunny ol' California...I feel so...alone. *sniff* And I don't quite have the time or money to do Gatherings.

Do you happen to be Constance Sim's writer...and hS's girlfriend?

*extends hand* May I shake your hand? Just because?

Can I keep her/him? Pweeeeeeese?

~Lily, who is collecting too many minis. Way too many.

Hope this works.

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Awww, it's adorable. ^_^ *cuddles Sedr*

~Neshomeh, being silly.

Any chance of putting that somewhere that doesn't require an account to listen? ^_^;

~Neshomeh, all about the music.

...Kinda. I just took the script and looked up all the songs, putting them together into a playlist. Some of the songs in the script I couldn't find on the website I was on...and others have different artists.

But to hear it...here it is (No, my personal compositions are NOT on there. I still have to work out the MIDI.)
PPC Soundtrack on IMEEM

Jaina blinks at the older woman, and slides out from under her arm. "I guess I arrived a bit late, then..." She wonders if it might have been better not to come here. The young Jedi can foreseee things getting awkward quite rapidly if this persists.

Removing her arm, Sheryl twirled around on the spot, somehow managing not to fall over her own feet. She'd had slightly too muck of the bleepka, which wasn't alcoholic in itself, but she had a low tolerance even for synthetic alcohol. It was a miracle she wasn't passed out in a corner by now.

Sheryl grinned at the newcomer, her eyes slightly unfocused, "is that a flight suit you're wearing? I guess that you're a pilot then."

She staggered over to the orange-clad woman and slung a friendly, perhaps too much so, arm over her shoulder. "I like pilots. Wanna get to know each other better?"

A short brown-haired girl with alert brown eyes strolls in, looking around casually. 'At least it's not a formal event...' she thinks, glad of being able to wear her orange flight-suit instead of some confining gown.

Jaina Solo, Jedi, pilot, (and pseudo-Goddess, of late) wanders aimlessly, looking for someone to talk to. At least, she feels, this is better than Hapes.

If you do not cease and desist this behaviour, I will report it to your service provider. If any "trolling" attempts occur, I will go to the police immediately.

"Be careful with it, though." She then proceeds to take out a notepad and pen, preparing to write down the results of that experiment.

"Hello," she says, sipping from a glass of Bleepka. "I like your costume."