Well, given that the... shit... is probably about to hit the fan here, and that we have a lot of new people around, I'd just like to reiterate that the fortress in the middle of the Gardens is open to just about anyone in the event that we get another attack by B-movie versions of Valentine's Day crap.

There's me, Epsilon, and Bulbasaur here now, and one of us should be watching out whenever to let people in. If not, you can always bug me on the Vine or something.

[Romana had never intended to set off the vine, but naturally, the plant had taken the waves of her hand as a command to switch on. Still too caught up in her mumbling as she paced back and forth she doesn't notice the mirror that's showing her every action and catching her every word even as she mumbles. She seems to be in a small clearing, and it'd be quite easy to find her there, catch the rant and pacing in person.]

A plan... what plan could she mean, isn't her plan just to make our lives hell by dragging us here to this place. Cazzo, I'm so sick of all of this... Robots and dances and flowers and talking animals, and this still all sounds like on America's stupid movies!

[With a huff she throws her hands up in the air, sitting down on a rock. Then she sighs, running a hand through her loose, if not messy curls. A softer mumble in Italian slips out of her lips, a mantra to basically calm down and focus.]

Right. A plan, something to do with this month being one of devotion...oaths... June... June is the month of Juno, and Juno is the goddess of marriage... marriage is devoti- [She sits up straight all of a sudden, a shriek escaping her]

Marriage! The cagna wants us to get married?!