Dahlia’s Announcement
Hi, AAT!
I just have to let you guys know that I’m really down to the wire here at the end of this semester, with four performances, a show strike, and finals and papers and whatever. ;A;
So, naturally, I can’t spend too much time on tumblr rp-ing. So I’m placing Dahlia officially on-hiatus and Larry and Lana on semi-hiatus. I am also putting my modship on hiatus as well, and trust that Edgey and Calisto will be able to handle it until mid-May.
Thanks guys! Love you lots!
~Dollie
I am doing alright. It has to do with today being Diego Armando’s Cursed Day… the one I know, at any rate. It… affected me for a while. But the worst is over.
[He thought for a while and then nodded.]
While I do not mind, I imagine you would be more comfortable in your own house. Please do try and relax a little.
(“Cursed Day?” Perhaps I shouldn’t ask.)
Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Gavin; it is much appreciated.
She salutes.
The same goes to you. I hope you recover soon.
Don’t worry about it.
It wouldn’t be the first time a guest has recovered from fatigue at my place. I only apologize that I was not up earlier to see how you were doing; I was feeling a bit unwell.
[Today was Armando’s Cursed Day. For a while it had affected him too, a little; not severely, but enough to keep him bedridden. Now that it was over, he felt much better. But that was another story.
Many questions ran through his mind. Had she eaten? Had she actually rested? Was she injured somehow? The Healer training was kicking in full drive. On the other hand, his sense of self-preservation and submissiveness told him to back off, to keep a respectful distance. Besides, she was a grown adult and a new acquaintence. It would be disrespectful and condescending to fuss over her so, even if he did not mean it in such a manner.]
I apologize for the overload of information last night. I sometimes forget how unusual it is.
Are you all right, yourself?
The prosecutor looks at him concernedly, though part of her urges her not to get too involved. This was the spirit of a once-psychotic murderer, after all.
Again, it’s perfectly fine. Perhaps I should take my leave and allow you to recover.
everyonesfavoritepolicedog asked: HELLO, MISS SKYE! IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU! [He licks her face earnestly.] HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH! I'M NOT QUITE SURE WHY I'M YELLING! DO EXCUSE ME! I CAN'T SEEM TO STOP!
Ah…d-down, boy, come on.
She half-smiles as she scratches Missile’s ears.
I’ve missed you, too.
Ah, good afternoon.
I am glad to see you are doing a bit better.
My apologies, Mr. Gavin. That sort of thing never happens to me.

What a night.
I feel a bit worn out. Thankfully the weather didn’t turn out too bad.
I wonder how Prosecutor Skye is doing….
I’m all right.
She seems rather embarrassed about the whole thing.

“I blame you and and that old Coyote, Neil being too strait laced. You misses out on fun times by not relaxing with the Snake and I with our ‘cactus juice’ and special coffee brew #404.”
I thought you and Jake had an agreement never to speak of that day. I shudder to think of what you could have done…

“Fun.” Hmph. Couldn’t you focus on your clients instead of gallivanting about?
I…suppose I wish you the best of luck on Halloween, then.(That didn’t make any sense…what am I saying?)
Lana can feel herself wavering slightly, though she forces herself to stay calm and collected. Dealing with Gant really took a lot out of her, and she was totally unprepared for the conversation she’s having with Kristoph.
That didn’t…make too much sense. I’m sorry—usually, I’m much more articulate…
Fatigue and stress catch up to her, and she slumps over in her chair.
((Nighty night. xD))
!!! (Erk! She must be exhausted!)
[He considered walking over to try and revive her, but then reconsidered.
From what he could tell of her aura, she was just fine… just very, very tired and emotionally worn out.]
[Unsure of what else to do, he just reclined the chair and draped a blanket over her. He would speak with her tomorrow morning, he was certain.]
You should rest. I’ll be around. Knock or call for me if you need anything.
[With that, he went off to his own room, locking the door behind him and going to bed.]
“Well then, if you had payed attention, you would have noticed at some point that I actually did decent in class, and even soared through my bar exam. I’m not just about chasing Kittens. Just like you’re not all poker face all the time.”
If you recall, I never once drank with you and Jake. I’m no wild child.






