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[starscrownher.livejournal.com]

There's this thing that's like touching...

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[eucre.livejournal.com]

((Peeking out from behind a corner~ Do you mind if Piper hums along?))

[starscrownher.livejournal.com]

[It's always more fun with more than one slightly crazy person. Urania will just keep pirouetting through the halls pretending to be Amanda Palmer.]

[eucre.livejournal.com]

((Yay! She will be humming and following her now.)) Is Miss Sharpy-Spade happy?

[starscrownher.livejournal.com]

Mmm. [She twirls and lets the skirt of her hankerchief-hemmed dress flare around her.] Reasonably so. And is Miss Piper happy today?

[allthesamemask.livejournal.com]

You just visited your sister? [Because why else would Urania be singing?]

[starscrownher.livejournal.com]

Hm? No. I was just in a singing sort of mood. [She halts the twirling and smiles.] How have you been, darling?

[allthesamemask.livejournal.com]

[Since when is Urania in a 'singing sort of mood'?] Good. I mean, better. At least, better about, y'know, the thing.

[diemwnt.livejournal.com]

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[starscrownher.livejournal.com]

[They certainly don't sing for fun, which strikes her as a damn shame. But then, sometimes Spade Castle likes to bill itself as the Land That Fun Forgot. She twirls as reaches the end of the song and lifts her hands to sign in ASL.]

/Good day, Ten./

[diemwnt.livejournal.com]

[]

/Miss Urania./ [] /Pleasant day?/

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[David hears her wandering by, and appears into order to discern the reason for the singing.]

Had a good day, my dear?

[starscrownher.livejournal.com]

[Urania twirls and drops a curtsy.] The stars are in excellent spirts, Your Majesty.

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[This is very amusing. David plans to hear all the details of the evening from someone, now.]

How could they not be, when divinity dotes upon them.

[eucre.livejournal.com]

((Peeking out from behind a corner~ Do you mind if Piper hums along?))

[starscrownher.livejournal.com]

[It's always more fun with more than one slightly crazy person. Urania will just keep pirouetting through the halls pretending to be Amanda Palmer.]

[eucre.livejournal.com]

((Yay! She will be humming and following her now.)) Is Miss Sharpy-Spade happy?

[allthesamemask.livejournal.com]

You just visited your sister? [Because why else would Urania be singing?]

[starscrownher.livejournal.com]

Hm? No. I was just in a singing sort of mood. [She halts the twirling and smiles.] How have you been, darling?

[allthesamemask.livejournal.com]

[Since when is Urania in a 'singing sort of mood'?] Good. I mean, better. At least, better about, y'know, the thing.

[diemwnt.livejournal.com]

[]

[starscrownher.livejournal.com]

[They certainly don't sing for fun, which strikes her as a damn shame. But then, sometimes Spade Castle likes to bill itself as the Land That Fun Forgot. She twirls as reaches the end of the song and lifts her hands to sign in ASL.]

/Good day, Ten./

[diemwnt.livejournal.com]

[]

/Miss Urania./ [] /Pleasant day?/

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[David hears her wandering by, and appears into order to discern the reason for the singing.]

Had a good day, my dear?

[starscrownher.livejournal.com]

[Urania twirls and drops a curtsy.] The stars are in excellent spirts, Your Majesty.

[spysinspades.livejournal.com]

[This is very amusing. David plans to hear all the details of the evening from someone, now.]

How could they not be, when divinity dotes upon them.