enter, stage left.

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

[ A female Marluxia portals into the DR. If anyone had an eye to notice such things, her abdomen is...just a little plump: she's three months pregnant and currently has no clue about her condition. Oh, by the way? She looks all too unfazed for a Nobody who's just landed somewhere other than her desired destination. She -- or actually, he -- has been through so much the past few weeks that he'll blink his pretty little eyes at nothing. Or so he thinks, anyway. ]

Well, then. Either I've blinked and the world has undergone yet another transformation, or someone possessing a high degree of aptitude for the arts and too much free time has done us all a favor by creating a new shelter. The second option is begging to be the truth, really. Would anyone like to own up to it? Let's not be humble, now.

[ ooc; Infos. ]

Comments

[thundery.livejournal.com]

Oh? Every one that I've spoken to has been more or less the same.

[smiles, which probably doesn't look very friendly.]

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

By that I assume you mean male.

[ The wry smile tugging at the corner of her lips is no less inviting. ]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[that's nice to see.]

Lately they tend to be, but that's not what I meant.

[conceitedingly.livejournal.com]

Really, now. How exactly do you mean?