[004] Someone's been far too quiet...

[ Bryn starts a text entry, not much feeling like speaking. Her words are scribbled hastily, looking far less like her usual carefully practiced cursive, and more like an urgent scrawl. ]

There are words, on my hands and arms and they won't wash off and they're moving!!!

[ She paused briefly to try and scrub her arms, to put pressure on the skin in front of the letters, but they continued drifting up her skin to no avail. Bryn picked up her quill and continued writing. ]

Please does anyone know what's going on? I don't understand.

[ And sheee's just going to stare at her entry obsessively now and continue to try and rub the words off. ]


[OOC: Herp, forgot to make a post for Bryn this month. Tagging will be slow as I have Wickepants over this weekend |D]