[Journal Post]

[morethaneverauburn]

*whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeee*

I got tricked by a trail of pretty lipstick into going to the gross Occult Research Club nerd room, and then I was put in a gold cage, and asked to sign something, and now I'm a member of their club, and made their club real, and now I have nerd stink on me and I'm ruined used goods!

Noone will ever want to touch me except fat 500 lbs nerds!

Comments

[memoryistime]

Oh, she's... Empathizing in a sense? That's probably a good thing.

[angelinthemarble]

In a sense.

But the way she prioritizes things seems so. Disorganized. Like she was almost just told to think certain ways with no interconnecting tissue or logic.

I'm concerned about her ability to function if it wasn't for the fact she's connected to V.R.A.I.S.S.H., which is probably keeping her going.

It's fascinating and somewhat horrifying, Mx. Samasu.

[memoryistime]

Oh she's got a lot more going on than I know about, that explains a few things, okay.

That sounds pretty apt.

[angelinthemarble]

If you wish to know more, we can talk in private, Professor.

[memoryistime]

Oh, sure, that'll help out, maybe.

[angelinthemarble]

Physically or Digitally Private.

[memoryistime]

You're a student, right? Just come to my office sometime.

[Event Thread]

[angelinthemarble]

Alright. I'll bring a gift with me as well, Professor.

[morethaneverauburn]

Graveyards are scary. Who'd want to be in a Graveyard.

[memoryistime]

You'd be surprised, some monsters flourish with a Graveyard around.

[morethaneverauburn]

Yeah but those are bad things.

Kegare and all that.