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malignantnarcissistCharacter Name: Alice Morgan
Character Fandom: Luther
Option 1 - voice
[It's just a little after noon when a voice comes across the journal. It's calm, measured, polite.]
This place is rather provincial, isn't it?
I mean, it has a certain rustic charm, I suppose, but it gets rather tedious when one cannot leave.
I like being able to travel. This is... rather inopportune. So, I suppose you all get the wonderful task of amusing me today.
Tell me something interesting. Anything about you that you'd like, but, as I said, do make it interesting.
Option 2 - action
[There has clearly been some sort of clerical error. Wings? In no theology would she ever wind up in a place that would give her wings.
Though they are, in Alice's oh-so-modest opinion, a very pretty colour. The perfect match for her hair, actually. Black would have been more symbolic.
Still, though, sitting where she can have a warm cup of tea and watch the slight drizzle of rain, she feels particularly comfortable watching people outside. Cold, wet, miserable. It's enough to put a small smile on her face as she sips her tea.
Though... Well. The tea may be warm, but.]
Could be stronger.
[Still. Given the backwards nature of this place, what else could she expect? 'Tolerable' will have to do.]
Character Fandom: Luther
Option 1 - voice
[It's just a little after noon when a voice comes across the journal. It's calm, measured, polite.]
This place is rather provincial, isn't it?
I mean, it has a certain rustic charm, I suppose, but it gets rather tedious when one cannot leave.
I like being able to travel. This is... rather inopportune. So, I suppose you all get the wonderful task of amusing me today.
Tell me something interesting. Anything about you that you'd like, but, as I said, do make it interesting.
Option 2 - action
[There has clearly been some sort of clerical error. Wings? In no theology would she ever wind up in a place that would give her wings.
Though they are, in Alice's oh-so-modest opinion, a very pretty colour. The perfect match for her hair, actually. Black would have been more symbolic.
Still, though, sitting where she can have a warm cup of tea and watch the slight drizzle of rain, she feels particularly comfortable watching people outside. Cold, wet, miserable. It's enough to put a small smile on her face as she sips her tea.
Though... Well. The tea may be warm, but.]
Could be stronger.
[Still. Given the backwards nature of this place, what else could she expect? 'Tolerable' will have to do.]
