❝Gal Cecil❞ Gailardia Galan Gardios (
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queenofheartsrp2012-06-07 08:33 pm
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[there's a very tired-looking face half-obscured by a gloved hand tapping the mirror. When it draws back, Gal is fully dressed, her new arrival gown in a heap on the grass next to her.]
Oh...hey. I remembered how to work it. But man, this place...
[she leans back, scratching the back of her neck and looking around for a moment.]
It still feels like some kind of weird dream. Okay, who's still here? Jessica? ....Akiha? Kris?
Is Martha okay?
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Oh...hey. I remembered how to work it. But man, this place...
[she leans back, scratching the back of her neck and looking around for a moment.]
It still feels like some kind of weird dream. Okay, who's still here? Jessica? ....Akiha? Kris?
Is Martha okay?
[ooc: feel free to action if you want!]
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A lot of the buildings we've made by the dirt are gone.
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So I guess that means the dirt isn't as reliable as we thought.
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I mean, it might take longer, but if we used regular building materials...I just don't know how kindly the queen would take to us cutting trees down.
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Man, I come back and start babbling about architecture. Not very smooth, huh? [she laughs nervously.] I'm just glad you're okay.
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[It's not like Gal likes her or something. It was a fake marriage with fake feelings, after all.]
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I have a reputation to maintain.
[she doesn't sound entirely serious.]
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Sorry. Still sort of disoriented, I think. When I woke up all these memories just got...dumped on me.
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I...never knew I was gone. I didn't remember any of this place, any of you...until I woke up here again. It was like it never happened.
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[she taps the side of her head.] That's right, the calendar they've got here is different. So about...three of the months here.
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I can tell you how I feel about it, at least...
On one hand, it's a relief, because if I had actually been here for months--...who knows what would have happened. [her face darkens, and she shakes her head.]
On the other--...how is it even possible? Is time really stopped? Saying it's "magic" doesn't really explain anything. And I really don't like not understanding what's happening to me.
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