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ataraxion2012-11-12 08:21 pm
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Tranquility.
[ The greeting comes from a woman who is longing about in a chair, all heels, business wear and red lips. She looks calm or at least, calm enough given the situation. There is a smile on her lips, as if this amuses her on a certain level.
But if her smile is silk her eyes are steel. ]
Quite a predicament, this is. My arrival seemed to be in tune with the message from our -
[ a faux! pensive pause ]
-- Graceful companion.
I will not ask of how one leaves or why are we here, as I have no intention to waste your time or my own. I will make one inquiry.
[ her voice turns strict, as if she is used to be making inquiries. ]
I am in search of a child. His name is Henry Mills, he is ten years old. If there is such a passenger aboard this ship, I would have him sent to me, I am his mother.
[ a pause; and then, another. ]
I would also ask of the portal through which we came here. I know all gain consciousness in what you call the couches. I mean to ask if we have knowledge of the portal through which we are transferred into the couches.
[ another smile, almost pleasant this time. ]
Much obliged.
[ and that would be all; there is a very limited amount of time in which Regina Mills can pretend to be nice. ]
[ The greeting comes from a woman who is longing about in a chair, all heels, business wear and red lips. She looks calm or at least, calm enough given the situation. There is a smile on her lips, as if this amuses her on a certain level.
But if her smile is silk her eyes are steel. ]
Quite a predicament, this is. My arrival seemed to be in tune with the message from our -
[ a faux! pensive pause ]
-- Graceful companion.
I will not ask of how one leaves or why are we here, as I have no intention to waste your time or my own. I will make one inquiry.
[ her voice turns strict, as if she is used to be making inquiries. ]
I am in search of a child. His name is Henry Mills, he is ten years old. If there is such a passenger aboard this ship, I would have him sent to me, I am his mother.
[ a pause; and then, another. ]
I would also ask of the portal through which we came here. I know all gain consciousness in what you call the couches. I mean to ask if we have knowledge of the portal through which we are transferred into the couches.
[ another smile, almost pleasant this time. ]
Much obliged.
[ and that would be all; there is a very limited amount of time in which Regina Mills can pretend to be nice. ]
omg you are actually the luckiest
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Well, Hell is slightly warmer than this - though, definitely not a cheerful place. The "It's a Small World" ride is its own form of torture and that is meant to be very warm and cheery.
oh no! I hope you feel better!
I admit the lack of singing in various languages is suddenly very comforting.
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