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Eighth
[George is actually too embarrassed to give anyone her presents face to face, not that she'd keep them if she happened to run into the person while delivering her gifts. Still, instead of seeking people out, she's leaving the gifts outside people's doors with only a note saying From George to implicate her in the leaving.]
( OOC List of Presents )
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Seventh
[George appears on screen, face as neutral as ever. She's sitting in a gross, olive green booth, a plate of food in front of her. She doesn't seem to notice it. In fact, if anybody cares to look closely, it's pretty clear it's been sitting there a while. It's probably not even hers.]
I don't suppose anybody wants a tour of ghost city Seattle, huh?
I don't suppose anybody wants a tour of ghost city Seattle, huh?
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Sixth
[The video flicks on to show George looking uncharacteristically nervous. Not that it's all that over the top, still, but she definitely looks a little anxious.]
Hey, Rei? Um, I made something for you. If you want it. So.
[God, that sounded dorky. She turns off the feed.]
Hey, Rei? Um, I made something for you. If you want it. So.
[God, that sounded dorky. She turns off the feed.]
Fifth
[Considering the whole non-permanence of death thing, not to mention the closets, George isn't too worried about her track record with pets. And after all, she kept her frog for a long time! Like, two years!
It might be that overconfidence that made fate decide to fuck with her, though.]
Hey. Uh, if anybody finds a yellowish-orangeish frog about [She gestures.] this big? That's, uh, mine. So if you can just put him in a box or something, I'll come get him.
It might be that overconfidence that made fate decide to fuck with her, though.]
Hey. Uh, if anybody finds a yellowish-orangeish frog about [She gestures.] this big? That's, uh, mine. So if you can just put him in a box or something, I'll come get him.
Fourth
[Someone's feeling nostalgic.]
Hey, uh, did anyone here ever go to one of those...waffle houses? Like, back home?
[This is so awkward. Bluh. Why is she even doing this?
Oh well.]
Do you think we could...I dunno, make one...here? Maybe a German one?
[Okay that's enough embarrassing awkwardness. She shuts the feed off.]
Hey, uh, did anyone here ever go to one of those...waffle houses? Like, back home?
[This is so awkward. Bluh. Why is she even doing this?
Oh well.]
Do you think we could...I dunno, make one...here? Maybe a German one?
[Okay that's enough embarrassing awkwardness. She shuts the feed off.]
THIRD
Uh...does anybody feel kinda...late?
[She looks confused.]
Sorry, I've been talking forever...I think.
[And the video stops.]
[She looks confused.]
Sorry, I've been talking forever...I think.
[And the video stops.]
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(Accidental) Second
[This summer isn't really that much different from any other George has experienced. She's still dead, of course, and in Wonderland or whatever. But in the end all she's really doing is sitting out on the grass and reading, complete with floppy hat and sunglasses. She's maybe beginning to wonder what's so horrible about this place. Being a femme fatale wasn't so bad, after all, and things have been quiet since then...]
((Action or otherwise is fine!))
((Action or otherwise is fine!))
First
Oookay, I know I can overdo the drinks sometimes, but what the hell is this? I swear I was just going into Der Waffle Haus, you know, like usual? And then I’m in this…house? And who gave me this piece of shit? I don’t really need a blackberry, thanks, my job’s not really…like that.
Anyway, if there’s like, uh, some way to send out a distress signal on this…thing. S.O.S., random ass building showed up and I can’t seem to find my way home. Send help. Fuck.
Anyway, if there’s like, uh, some way to send out a distress signal on this…thing. S.O.S., random ass building showed up and I can’t seem to find my way home. Send help. Fuck.