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[fourteen]

[ Let's pretend it's actually, you know, a sane hour of the morning for the purposes of this post, hm? Poppet, for one reason or another, is in the library, doing research on this and that subject. It's become something of a habit to just come here and read for a while -- it helps her learn, and she doesn't even have to bother anyone for it.

The post actually begins, however, on a yelp of surprise and a series of loud thumps. ]

Oh, great. And my journal fell off, too!

[ That's what you get for putting your journal on top of a stack of not well balanced books. With a sigh she goes about gathering them back up and placing them on the table, only to pause when she sees that the journal fell open when it tumbled over. That gets a soft laugh, and she picks it up to keep speaking, so her voice comes through much clearer. ]

Sorry for anyone who heard that. I just dropped a few things, that's all.

[ with that, she'll go back to her reading. feel free to come bother her! ... certain experiments with certain very unfortunate effects entirely aside, of course. lucky the effects of that are just over the journal, eh? ]

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[voice]

[stringsofsoul.livejournal.com]

Don't apologize. It was the nicest sound I've heard since my arrival here.

[voice]

[fourteen]

.. books falling? Why is that...?

[voice]

[stringsofsoul.livejournal.com]

Back home, I was responsible for taking care of our church's library. The sound of moving books is like the sound of home to me.

[voice]

[fourteen]

Oh... I see. I'm glad, then. It sounds like you really liked your home.

[voice]

[stringsofsoul.livejournal.com]

Precious memories of one's home is one of God's greatest gifts to us, young lady.

[voice]

[fourteen]

... all of my precious memories of home involve my friends. I was always happiest when I was with them. Home itself was dark, and it could be kind of sad, so I'm glad I had them with me.

[voice]

[stringsofsoul.livejournal.com]

Friends are always a good memory to start with.

...although, as most of mine are here, they're not something I have to reminisce about.

[voice]

[fourteen]

Hehe, I know what you mean! Mine are here too. I was so happy when I found out. It's one of the few nice things about this place... being able to see your friends again.

[voice]

[stringsofsoul.livejournal.com]

It sounds like you haven't seen your friends in a while, young lady.

Mine, I have only recently parted with. Really, there is only one missing here. A certain frustrating blond pervert who is never on time when you need him.

[voice]

[fourteen]

No, it was just... I wasn't sure I'd ever see them again, before I got here. SO it was a really nice surprise, in a way.

... pervert? [ still doesn't understand what that word means... ]

[voice]

[stringsofsoul.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's a silly thing to not be sure about. There is no way you'd ever be separated from your friends forever.

...yes. Pervert. If you see him, it's best to not listen to any sweet talk he tries to use on you.