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

[brynkitten]

[ 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]

Comments

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

This again? I'm starting to think this might be contagious.

[Text]

[brynkitten]

Do you know what it is? How to stop it? It's not going to hurt me is it?

[ ANSWER QUICKLY OKAY she is kinda having a bit of a heart attack right now. ]

[Audio]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Kind of. No. Probably not?

[Audio]

[brynkitten]

[She switches to audio, sounding very uncertain.]

What do you kind of think it is?

[Audio]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

I'm fairly sure it's just your tattoo.

[Audio]

[brynkitten]

I see...that does make sense.

[She swallows, still distinctly unnerved by this turn of events.]

Thank you.

[Audio]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Of course it does. That's why I said it.

It should go away if you give it a bit.

[Audio]

[brynkitten]

[You don't always say things that make sense okay, Hawke?]

Okay I'll...I'll wait and see then.

[She'll wait and WATCH EVERYTHING LIKE A HAWK...or something less punny.]