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[ There's a visibly tired woman sitting on the grass, hand over her cheek, fingertips rubbing her eye. She sighs and shakes her head, dropping her chin slightly to her chest, like she's giving up, before looking up to the vine that stretches along the tree. ]

[ She's talking a bit to herself by now, a overly pronounced British accent marking each word of a somewhat distressed voice: ] Can anyone, other than animal, tell me what in God's name is going? 'Cause, really, animals do not talk and I just spent ten minutes staring at a cat that was apparently trying to tell me something. Without using a voice, thankfully, but I swear, I felt like I was in a Disney movie. Don't get me wrong, I love Disney, but not in real life. I feel like I'm tripping out and I am not, that much I'm sure.

[ There's a long moment of silence before she lets out a frustrated sigh. She slaps a hand over her face and speaks in a muffled whisper. ]

Jesus Christ, I'm going insane. I just-- Jesus. God damn it.

I need a drink.


(( OOC; Replies will possibly be sporadic because she's freaking out and if you gave her a VOICE tag, she will think she's hearing voices... ))

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[A while later, a blooming voice rings out.]

Hello there, I come bearing gifts!

[A plump, shapely woman who seems part plant comes into sight, her arms fill with bags.]

Do you still feel you need a drink?